"She's coming to. Let's take her to the Chief's hut"
The missionary wife was grabbed ungently be her arms and put to her feet and she realized that she was still bound and gagged. She gave a moan into her gag, begging to be released from her restrains.
"Move white coo. The Chief will decide your fate. I you hadn't been so faint-hearted, Nikila would have never been captured by the evil-ones. You will pay for that. Move. Move!"
Ungently, the bound and gagged female missionary was haled towards the village. She realized that Patty, who was still knocked out, was carried by two other warriors.
After more or less twenty minutes they had reached the village and Helma Christina and the unconscious Patty were brought into the Chief's hut, who was sitting on a kind of throne.
"Take her gag off"
Christinas gag was finally removed.
"Oh thanks. For heavens sake. Please, give me some water. I'm so thirsty!"
"Shut up, white sissy. If you wouldn't have have been so pathetic and chicken-hearted my daughter would haver never felt into the clutches of those criminals. Tell me! What do they want.
"Oh Jesus. Please! Forgive me! They had my husband as hostage. I ...I had no choice. I had to save him...!
"Stop you pathetic whimpering. What did they tell you. What do they want?"
"They...they want me and Patty to bring the diamond statue down the river where they will wait for us. Oh please. We've to do exactly what they want. They've your daugther and my husband as hostages. We, we..."
"NEVER! NEVER! I'll get my warriors to chase them. Get the clergy sissy and the jungle woman out of my eyes. Tie them up to a post in a hut. If anything happes to my daughter they will pay for it.!
"Oh no, please. We can't take that risk. Oh please. We...we have to...
"Out of my eyes. Gag her again. I can't stand her pathetic whimpering. GO! GO!
Henry George Goodfellow and the Chief's daughter Nikila had now spend more than four or five hours tightly bound and gagged one to the other on the motor boats bench. Their blouses were soaked with sweat and the mosquitos were biting them again and again. But even in his most humiliating bondage distress Henry George had not lost his trust in the Lord. He was confident, that his wife and Patty would do anything possible to deliver the ransom and to release both of them our of their terrible bondage distress. But would the Chief would really agree to give the statue in exchange for his daughters life. And would the criminals really free all of them unharmed and save after having received the ransom. No doubts. Just pray and trust in the Lord. The only thing he could do. Pray! Pray even for the evil-doers, even for the merciless captors who had tied them up so tight and who were taunting and humiliating continiously.
Now the aubon haired middle-aged woman in her purple safari blouse approached the helpless prisoner.
"Well, well, wussy boy. How are we doing. Enjoying our little trip. Hope you're confortable. Haha. Must say. Never seen a bigger wuss in my whole life. But a handsome one. Very handsome, I must say. Guess you know how to caress a woman and make her very, very happy. Isn't it? Guess we could have some fun later on. I'll send the guys for some business and we'll have some fun, would do you say. Or I'll order the black coozie to do some naughty things with you. You'll enjoy. You'll see. Take care honey.
"Hey Evilia. What are you doing with the chicken there. Come over here. We've to talk business."
It was early morning when Patty the Jungle Queen came around. Her head was still hurting from the blow she had received. She found herself standing at a post in a jungle hut, tied up with a lot of rope. She felt some tender, trembling flesh next to her and realized that Helma Christina Goodfellow had been tied up next to her. Both woman had been gagged, too. The brave missionary wife had tried to calm down and had prayed all night long, imploring the Lord to show her and her fellow-captives a way out off their desperate bondage distress. Slowly Patty remembered what hat happened last night. Nikila and Henry George had been abducted and she and Christina were to deliver the ransom, but apparently the Chief had no intention to be, even with his daughter's life at risk. And she, Patty, now was bound and gagged at the post, unable to to anything to free the two hostages. She tested her bonds, they were to tight to get rid of them. Apparently the Chief trusted in his few remaining warriors to capture the criminals and to get his daughter back.
The two women spend some more two hours bound and gagged at the post in the jungle hut. Then some figures appeared in the entrance of the hut. It was the Chief and two of his warriors.
"Cut the Jungle woman loose"
Pattys bond were cut and she got her gag out of her mouth.
"Thank you, Chief. Please let me help you to get those criminals captured and to free your daughter and the missionary"
"Yes, I give you one chance, Jungle Woman. You've proven your strengh and courage when figthing and defeating my best warriors. I'll give you three of them to capture the criminals and to get me daughter back to me. The missionary wife will remain as our prisoner and hostage. If you fail and don't come back with my daughter, we'll feed her to the river crocodiles.
"I'll be back with your daughter, Chief. Be sure of this."
Patty gave deep look into the eyes of the still bound and gagged missionary wife.
"Don't loose faith, Christina. I'll be back with your husband and Nikila very soon. Just pray and trust in the Lord!
The brave missionary wife gave a smile even in her complete bondage distress. With the powerfull Jungle Queen free again and ready to get into action there was still hope that her incredibly captivating bondage adventure at least would have an happy end.
The criminals jungle camp was about 3 miles away from the river bank. It was high noon and there were two tents. The criminals had bound Henry George and Nikila tightly one to the other on a tree. Evilia, the criminal lady was lasciviously laying in her hammock, only vested in her purple semi-buttonned safari blouse and shorts in the same colour. She was smoking a cigarette and mockingly observing the two prisoners. In the morning, when her two male accomplices were still sleeping, she had come out off her tent and has approached to her tied up captives. She had started to fondle and caress the helplessly bound and gagged Christian missionary who could not prevent to get hard under the experienced touches of the lascivious lady.
She had smiled mockingly at him and said:
"That's just an appetizer, Clergy Man, there's more to come.
I'll send the two guys for some business and then we'll have real fun. You'll see!"
Now she was observing her prey from her hammock, she knew that the had aroused him against his own will, it turned her on to have a wussy, but handsome and gentle-hearted man at her complete mercy. And an innocent black girl, apparently still a virgin, to witness all the things she would do with him.
The two men were sitting at a table, with a bottle of whisky.
"Hey guys, are you sure that they are really coming up with
the ransom in due time. What if they just try to spot us.
We'd better be watchful. One of you should observe the river and the other one watch the jungle path which leads do our camp. Might be that they are already searching for us."
"You're just an lazy and crooked bitch, Evilia. Know what you want. Want just have us out of the way to have some fun with the wussy boy. Don't dare to touch him. I'll tie you up both one to the other and then Skeleton and I will take you as a sandwich. I'm sure you'll enjoy, haha. And then I'll take you both to the river and feed you to the crocodiles."
"But maybe she's right. What if the Chief does not agree to give us the diamond, even in exchange for his daughter.
I'll have a look in the jungle. And you go down to the river.
"Take care Evilia, but hands off from the prisoner. If we've fun it will be all three of us. If I become aware that you cuckold us you'll get what you deserve. Okay, lets go!
The two men arised from their chairs. Skeleton, the sniper set off in the direction of the river bank and the other one, the bold, who appeared to be Evilias lover or even husband, moved towards the dense jungle. Evilia smiled mockingly. She had got them to do what she had wanted. In a few moments she would be alone with the two victims and she would get what she wanted. But she hadn't liked to be menaced by her two accomplices. How did they dare. She still needed them, but once she got the diamond statue, she would get rid of them once for all. She had a pistol in her backpack in her tent and she would use it in due time. She would get rid of all of them. No witnesses. But first she would have fun. She decided to wait still some moments. Then she would get over to the missionary and have her fun. He was a complete wuss, but he was so tender and handsome, just the opposite of the rude and tough guys who were her accomplices. She was actually married to the bold one, but she also had been taken by the sniper, who was the most dangerous one. He had even raped her in front of her own husband, who had been bound to a tree when all three of them had been on a safari trip. They had hired him as their guide on a trip into the jungle to meet some ivory and diamond smuggler and one night when their were drunk he just had the couple at gunpoint. She had been forced to tie up her husband to a tree and then he had raped her in front of her husband. And even worse, once he had finished with her he had tied her up, too, and she had been forced to see that he had his evil ways with her husband, too. And the worse was, the next day, they contiued their safari as if nothing had happened, both of them being too coward to challenge the sniper, who was a tough guy and knew too many secrets of the crooked business couple who was involved in a lot of poaching and ivory and diamond smuggling. Over the time they had become a criminal trio and the chase for the diamond statue should be their biggest coup. But up to now, everything went wrong and she and her husband had even been captured by the village warriors after having robbed the diamond idole and Skeleton the Sniper had freed them before being handed over to the police. And now there were her with the two hostages, waiting for the ransom. Would the Chief really give them the diamond statue in exchange for his daughter. If not he would regret, his daughter and the missionary would pay the bill. And then they would return to the village and this time it would be business, they would get the Chief and make him tell them where the diamond statue was hidden. But if the jungle and the missionary wife would come over with the diamond statue, even better. For sure, her husband and the sniper would decide to get rid of all four of them, but as soon as she had got the diamond statue, she would be quicker. She would take them by suprise and split with the diamond idole. She wanted to get rid once for all of her brute and stupid husband and the demonical sniper. But would she really have the courage. She had never killed somebody. Maybe she could simply take the diamond statue and split. She would see...Now it was time to have her fun. She lounged around in her hammock and looked over to the bound missionary who stood tied up at the tree next to the native girl. Several loops of rope had been wounded around the two captives bodies. The missionary's safari shirt was soaked with sweet. He was really a cutie, even being in his early fifties with a little tummy and soft and sensitive facial features. He was such a pathetic wuss that she should have to sneer at him and for sure she did so, but on the other hand she felt uncredibly attracted to him, she had a faible for gentle, soft and handsome men who were just the opposite of her bossy and dominant character.
Slowly, very slowly she left her hammock and approached her bound and gagged victim.
"Okay wussy boy, let's have some fun. It's a pity that I can't cut your ropes, I guess even untied and ungagged you would'nt dare to resist when I would have my ways with you. But so what, let's start. How about this.
The aubon haired lady approached her fingers gently to the missionary's chest and began to massage and knead it with gentle circular movements. She continiued for a while to fondle and grope his chest and the missionary whimpered and groaned
in a mixture of shame, embarassement and arrousal. Then, Evilia continued the chest massage with the one hand while the other hand went down and approached to the crotch region of her powerless male victim.
"UMMMPG.MMMMMMHG"
"Relax, clergy pussy, just let it go. I know you like it. Don't you?"
With a gentle touch she started to knead the missionary's balls.
"UMMMMMPG. MMMMMH"
For Henry George Goodfellow it was just too much. He could'nt hold any longer and jizzed on.
"Oh you naughty boy. Couldn't you hold it just a little bit longer. But let's just have an other turn. Let's see.
Evilias fingers approached to the buttoned boxer short of the missionary which now was soaked with cum. She unbuttoned the button-facing and got out the missionaries cock with a gentle grip.
"There we go again. I guess the second time you'll hold on longer, will you?"
The aubon lady went down on her kness and approached her mouth to the missionary's still saggy cock.
"UMMMMMMPH. MMMMMMH. MMMMMMG"
Evilia was just putting her lips around the missionary's weenie when she heard the snap of a gun trigger and felt somethin hard in her back. Then she heard the harsh voice of her husband:
"I've warned you, Evilia, now you'll get what you deserve."
Helma Christina Goodfellow stand on a post in the middle of one of the village's hut. Several loops of tight rope were wounded around her chest, belly and upperlegs and her wrists were tightly crossed and bound behind the wodden post. Her gag was also still in place and the banana leaves which had been wadded up and stuffed into her mouth were soaked with saliva. She had no idea how long she had already stayed in this position. From time to time she struggled instinctively against her bonds but it was in vain. She was once again a completely powerless and helpless prisoner and they only thing she could do was to hope, to pray and to love. And so did she, she loved her husband who was probably in a similar bondage distress as she was forced to stand and she prayed and begged desperately to the Lord to get both of them and also the Chief's daughter out this distress and she tried even to pray for the sake and salvation of their captors, that they might have mercy with ther powerless and inoffensive victims and that nobody more would get hurt. She prayed with all possible abandon and surrender, the prayer is the force of the weak and powerless ones, and Helma Christina trusted that the Lord was really the defense and the lawyer of those real Christians who had surrendered to Him and had abandoned all kind of violence and hatred. With the time, she got back her peace of mind and even being a tied up and gagged victim, she felt confident that her prayer would not be in vain, that her husband and the Chief's daughter Nikila and herself, too, would be saved unharmed by the mercy of the Lord. It was not the first time, that she and her husband had been victims of fierce criminals, even before coming as missionaries to Africa they had been a sucessful business couple and had been robbed and kidnapped several times by brute criminals. Bondage had been for the Goodfellows a kind of Christian experience, the first Christians, those who really followed the Christ, they had been bound, too, to by the Romans and the Jews, as one can read in the Gospel. After her ardent prayer Helma Christina was now completely calm and confident. She praised the Lord for being still alive, even bound and gagged, and she knew deep in her heart that this captivating adventure would not be the last one that she and her husband would have to stand.
Meanwhile Patty the Jungle Queen was moving fast through the jungle. It was a dense wooded area with a lote of lianas, so she could layaway from liana to liana and move very quick. She had agreed with the three warriors that they should take a canoe and move upside the river in search of the motor boat of the criminals which for sure was hidden somewhere along the river bank. Once discovered the boat, the camp of the criminals should not be far. Patty had decided to take the way through the jungle, also in search of the criminals camps were the hostages were hold prisoner. Patty had had a deep meditation and with her spiritual eye she had discovered the camp of the criminals, she had seen the missionary and the Chiefs daughter tied up on a tree, the female criminal laying in a hammock and the two male bandits sitting on a table and drinking whiskey. Then the two males had head off in different directions. And guided by her intuition, Patty now knew where to go. In a few hours she would have reached the place and this time she would defeat the criminals once for all and free the hostages. She had to do so otherwithe the missionary wife hold as hostage in the village would face an horrible fate...
Evilia could still not believe what had just happened to her. She stood face to face with the missionary, their bodies tied up with several loops of ropes very close one to the other, her boobs in close touch to the missionaries chest and his semi-erected cock rubbing against her crotch. Their wrists were crossed and tied up behind their respective buttocks and their boots roped together as well. And the worse was that noose of rope had been tightly wound around both their necks and than fixed to a limb some three meters above them. So with every false movements they both risked to be choked. Evilia would have liked to cry for help or just to curse. But her mouth had been gagged and was very close to the mouth of her co-captive. The only thing she could do was to moan and whimper. She had never in her life felt so humiliated and the same time she was aroused beyond believe. Having her surprised in a very delicate position her husband had her at gunpoint and ordered to release the missionary and the Chiefs daughter from their bonds. Than she was forced to tie up the black girl again on a tree and then her husband had started his bondage work, tying up his horny adulterous wife and the innocent missionary very close one to the other. Once finished his work, he started to ripp of his wife's shorts and gave her a spanking with a bramble. Und then he took her from behind.
"UMMMMPG. MMMMMMMGG"
"Take this bitch. You wanted to be very snuggled to your wussy boy. Take this for now. There's more to come once I'll be back with sniper. We need neither you nor the clergy sissy. Once we're finished with you, we'll feed you to the crocs. Farwell, coozie!"
"UMMMMMMPG. MMMMMMMMGH.
And then her husband had quit, leaving the three tightly bound and gagged prisoners behind in the camp...
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