The Huntress- Part 2

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Posted by Toby on June 13, 1999 at 11:40

Part two of Sarah's little adventure. I do try to write for male/female enjoyment like and I appreciate that on occasions I may inadvertantly favour the male point of view (naturally). In fact this story is probably male biased although I have tried to balance it.

Do my storie hit the mark for the ladies? If not ladies please post me or e-mail me if you prefer. I am keen to write for the enjoyment of both sexes.

Please enjoy Sarah's adventure.

Take care all.

Toby

Part 2 - The Camp

Sarah sat down under a large tree and reached for her tattered map. She had been walking for several hours and it was getting late, she needed to find somewhere to camp down for the night. She was also concerned that the three men in front of her may have stopped already and she may come across them by accident. Who were they? Were they after the same thing as her?

Since she was young Sarah had dreamed of adventure, of finding lost ancient artefacts, treasure and long forgotten tombs. She had studied archaeology at the London College for three years gaining her degree, and on graduation she had been selected to join the team of Sir Beville Grunt in South East Asia. Sir Beville had made use of Sarah's courage and intelligence and assigned her to retrieve important documents and artefacts from various locations on his behalf. She was currently on an expedition to make a copy of an ancient text, written in hieroglyphs, on the side of an old temple deep in the jungle.

The text should reveal a clue to the whereabouts of some ancient scrolls, which gave valuable information on the people who once lived in the temple and surrounding area. The scrolls were valuable, very valuable. They were valuable enough to encourage Brad Dyper, a ruthless collector of ancient artefacts, to send his thugs in and attempt to steal the secret from Sir Beville's team.
Sarah believed the men in the group ahead were Dyper's men. She folded the map up and got to her feet, she made her way along the bank of the river and moved a little into the jungle to find a place to lay up for the night.

Sarah woke with a start. It was still dark and she could hear voices, the same voices she had heard across the river. They were close. Sarah quietly looked out into the jungle and saw the faint glimmer of a campfire about a hundred yards away. Her own fire had gone out so they didn't know she was there. She slipped on her boots and picked up her holster and carefully made her way towards the light. She looked around to make sure she could find her way back to her own camp. She avoided looking directly into the light, as it would spoil her natural ability to see in the dark. Soon she could make out the figures clearly. She edged stealthily forward until she could hear what they were saying. It wasn't clear but it was only idle banter and bravado between the two white men. She detected a thick mid-European accent from one and a coarse English accent from the other. She native man was no where in sight. Sarah decided that she would not learn anything from listening here, she would have to follow them in daylight. She rose turned to go back to her camp and found herself staring into the barrel of an AK 47, held by a little Indian man.
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The rope held Sarah's hands tightly together and was itself fastened to a stout bough. Karl Geldwasser was a thickset man with a large gut, baggy shorts and bad breath. Sarah guessed from his accent that he came from Germany. Steve Dung was thin and wiry with a weasely face and few black teeth. He spoke with a rough south London accent. He used swear words as if they were punctuation. They introduced themselves with a sort of smug arrogance that convinced Sarah that Brad Dyper had hired them to do his dirty work. They had not said much more to her as they emptied her pack out relieved her of her weapon and taken the map for themselves. She could also tell by the look on their faces that she was only with them for as long as it suited them. Sarah sat on a fallen log her wrists sore from the tightly bound rope. The others watched her while they ate their breakfast and studied the map.

Dung got up and made his way back to Sarah
"Okay darlin" he snarled " where's the 'kin wall with the writing on then?" Sarah tried not to breath in his rank odour as she attempted to forstall him. "What if I don't know?" she asked.
Dung laughed grotesquely showing off his two remaining teeth.
"Suit yourself sweetheart" he sneered and pulled out a large hunting knife and brandished it in front of her face. Sarah kept her cool.
"Listen, I really don't know" she said slowly as if talking to a child.
"Leef her alon" cut in Karl "Vee may need her to find der right place" Karl was terrible at spelling.

With strict instructions to leave her tied up, Karl and Steve left Puntah, the Indian, to keep an eye on Sarah while they patrolled the jungle looking for traces of the lost temple. After their first excursion lasting a couple of hours they returned and sat down to drink. They gave her water, which she was grateful for, but another matter occupied her mind.
"Can you untie me please" she asked straightforwardly.
"No darlin'" cut in Steve. "Why should I?"
"I need to … I need to…" she started.
"Piss in yer shorts then, girl cos I ain't letting you go" Sarah blanched at his remarks but began to realise that he was not going to relent. She determined to hold it until she could do it without him watching. But he grinned at her and switched his gaze between her face and her crotch.

Sarah was sitting almost doubled up and the pressure on her bladder was unbearable. She tried to take her mind off it but it was no use Dung's weasely face watched her, waiting for her to relent and wet herself. She managed to hold off, then Dung picked up his water bottle and cup and began to pour himself a drink letting the water trickle noisily into the vessel, his eyes on Sarah's face and crotch. The sound was torture, Sarah felt a small dribble escape into her panties, she hoped that if she released a little at a time the jungle heat would evaporate it and Dung would not see her peeing herself.

Dung however was not one to give up easily. He sensed that Sarah was close to her limit. He got up and walked over to her. Sarah sensed by his manner that he was desperate to humiliate her, she should never have asked to be released she should have wet herself when his back was turned then she might have gone unnoticed. But now it was too late, she knew that soon she would treat Dung to the sight of her hot crotch springing into a cascade of warm pee for his enjoyment and her relief. Dung crouched beside her and ran his fingers across her belly, then he pushed firmly at her groin.

Sarah squealed as her bladder gave out and with a sharp hiss she felt the hot liquid burst out of her body and soak her panties in seconds. As she looked down she saw a dark wet patch bloom at the crotch of her shorts as the stream shot through her knickers and flooded the brown canvas. She gave Dung a look to kill.
"You bastard" she grimaced as the streams of water cascaded down her thighs and soaked her firm buttocks underneath her. The relief however was intense.

"Beautiful darlin" said Dung his fingers idly stroked the firm rod that had appeared in the front of his trousers. "I'll look forward to seeing some more of ya later". He sneered, got up and walked away.

Sarah gasped as the torrent died down to a trickle and she became aware that as the relief of her bladder was complete, her bowels were beginning to move. She fidgeted a little and moved herself into a position where she could try to hold her poo in, for a while at least. She sat waiting for her body to start the movement. Dung was talking to the others so she hoped he would not notice her. As the first push came she gritted her teeth and stifled a grunt as the poo nosed its way out and found its way barred by the stubborn log on which Sarah was sat. She bit her lip sure that she would be able to hold it in, then Dung walked back over to her.

"We're off for another search" said Dung eyeing her thoughtfully. Sarah couldn't answer for a minute, as her body was otherwise preoccupied. Dung sensed what she was up to.
"You're trying not to shit, aren't ya?" he grinned "We can't let you get away with that after the last performance, can we?" With that her lifted Sarah off the log and pushed her forward so that she was kneeling on the ground her hand s and legs still tied.

The first push of her BM had subsided but Sarah knew that without the resistance of the log she would be helpless. She knew that when her body pushed again she would fill her tight green panties with a large pile of soft warm poo. She glared at Dung who was watching her intently his hand returning to his groin in anticipation of the show that was about to unfold. Sarah tried desperately to hold it but the urge was too great. With a squeal of anger, frustration and despair she felt her hole dilate as the BM made its second attempt to escape into her damp panties. Her poo was soft and plentiful, poor Sarah tried to hold it in but with a gasp of despair she felt the first lump ooze out into her knickers. It came steadily and effortlessly filling her wet crotch with a long thin piece which curled up and spread itself around accompianied by a sticky wet sound. Then Sarah gave an involuntary grunt as her body pushed the second softer piece into her bulging panties.

She realised that Dung had a perfect view of her shorts as the expanded under the pressure of her motion. She felt the resistance provided by her shorts cause the poo to spread further and when she finally finished she realised that she had given Dung a huge erection which he was now fingering through the khaki material of his jungle trousers. Sarah worried about what would happen next when Dung leaned forward and picked her up. She felt the soft-filling squeeze between her cheeks and forward towards her fanny. The Dung spoke to her.
"Na sit down" he instructed.

"You can't be serious, you bastard" cried Sarah but Dung place a hand on each of her breasts and pushed her backwards until she lost her balance. Sarah sat down heavily the sound was a cross between a 'splat' and a 'squelch'. The golden brown poo pushed up between her buttocks and along underneath her. With dismay she felt a good deal being forced out of the legs holes in her panties and a glance down at her crotch confirmed that it was true. Dung fingered his erection a little too intensely and suddenly he twitched.
"Shit" he exclaimed as a damp spot appeared at his groin. "I was hopin' to do you n'all" he grinned.
Karl Geldwasser came over to see what was happening.
"Mien Gott" he exclaimed "You make her do this?" he gestured to Dung.
"What of it sausage breath" said Dung.
"You are vasting time here, vee must look further for this temple" he spoke to Puntah "Take her to the river to clean up vile vee are avay".

"Later darlin'" sneered Dung as he and Karl moved of to prepare. Puntah untied the rope from the bough and lead Sarah away toward the river the sticky poo still spread warmly beneath her. Sarah felt the slippery mess as she walked and began to sense that it was not an altogether unpleasant feeling.

Sarah stripped naked and washed her lithe body with the cool refreshing river water, a little anxious that the Indian man was watching her with his brown lecherous eyes. Her panties were beyond saving and she cast them away out into the clear water. A movement in the water caught her eye. She turned and gingerly made her way back to the bank. The little native man's eyes were firmly fixed on the neat triangle of hair between Sarah's thighs as she stepped onto the bank. Puntah could contain himself no longer. With the gun he indicated to Sarah that she should lie down on the bank and the fact that he was now loosening his shorts left Sarah in no doubt as to his intentions. While the others were away Puntah would make use of the power the gun gave him over Sarah's will. Sarah was determined not to show him any fear. She resigned herself to the fact that she had little choice in the matter. She had one slight chance. She lay down with her legs facing the river and drew her knees up exposing her vulva for the little man's delight. Hurriedly he dropped his shorts and knelt between her legs grinning.
"So little English girl you want Puntah bad eh?" Sarah bit her lip unaware at the time that these words were the last the little man would ever speak.

The water exploded behind him and with only a shrill scream the little man shot backward into the foaming river. His body twisting around that of the huge reptile that had taken him. A few gurgles of despair then silence as the frothing water calmed to an eerie stillness.