Rainha woke up and felt the thick moist air of the Amazonian jungle envelope her bronzed body. It made her feel alive. It was impossible for Rainha to know there was whole world of civilizations beyond the jungles deep inside her native Brazilian Amazon. It was also impossible to know how those jungles would one day prepare her for that world far beyond the remote tribe. She had heard stories about strange lands and people beyond the edges of the thick remote jungle she called home, but they were impossible to imagine. Whatever other worlds were out there, she loved the jungle.
Rainha had always been filled with adventurous curiosity. She knew the jungle as well as anyone in her tribe. As far as she was concerned, it was her jungle. She knew the maze of endless paths and geography surrounding the tribal huts of her remote village her whole life. She loved to hike, run and discover, conquering the natural obstacle courses of branches, vines, boulders, rivers and cliffs. She had a fascination with the lush plant and exotic animal life, learning the intricacies of each. While most females stayed close to their family huts, she lived for the endless encounters and adventures of the thick jungle. She had the heart and imagination of a warrior. The jungle was her home and made her feel alive.
As a young woman, Rainha's body blossomed like an Amazonian flower, accentuated by her natural muscular strength from her regular jungle excursions. She was a statuesque 5'8". Her raven hair flowed over her shoulders and down her back. Her face radiated confidence through her large brown eyes, high cheek bones and broad smile. Her dark fit body glistened from the constant humidity. Like others in her tribe, she wore only a small animal skin loin covering. The limited clothing made her more agile in the jungle. The young men in the tribe were mesmerized by her. When she stopped to look at them, she felt things in her body she had never experienced.
Tribal courtship games routinely made young women the prey and possession of young warriors. The unclaimed young women were frequently taken advantage of, especially when they ventured into the concealment of the jungle. Intercourse was never allowed in these courtship practices to prevent tribal shame of pregnancy before possession; anything else was allowed. The victory of the men was not only using the women for their own sexual satisfaction, but to show their dominance by bringing their prey to climax. The prize for the conquest was taking their loin, forcing the squaw to return to the village fully exposed for the community (and other men) to see. It was one reason why most women rarely risked going into the beauty and dangers of the jungle alone.
The women were not without their own innate powers in the courtship games. They knew how the tribal traditions worked. To shape their own destiny, the women learned to play the long-established native games to tease and attract the warriors they wanted. If they were going to be taken, then it was up to them to use their powers to be taken by the warrior they wanted. The seductress' primal taunts would be used to attract their targets, leading to natural sexual exploration of one another's bodies behind the lush thick foliage of the jungle. The women were usually defenseless to the physical power of the young warriors who pursued them; the warriors were helpless to their prey's well-honed tools of psychological seduction. These primitive courting customs intensified experiences of attraction and pleasure. Beyond the pleasure, the woman's purpose was to convince her targets that she was worth fighting for. When old enough, the young men would publicly battle each other to take or steal possession of the woman they desired. The tribe's code allowed battles to continue until a young woman was successfully impregnated to secure possession.
Rainha was not like the other women. The usual flirtatious tribal customs were unnecessary. She was beautiful and strong. She didn't need to lure anyone. She rarely toyed, but every man wanted her. Secretly, every woman wanted to be like her. Her tall, fit curvaceous body and daring courage for life made her irresistible.
Unlike other young women, Rainha regularly ventured deep into the jungles on lone excursions. The endless adventures, beauty and discoveries of her jungle called with magnetic force. Other women would never make themselves vulnerable to the dangers of the jungle or the warriors who would easily pursue them if they did. Rainha was unafraid. Only once did a young warrior catch her off guard, ambushing her unexpectedly as she studied an exotic bud of a large jungle fern. The young warrior stocked and tracked her silently as they are taught for large animal hunts. When he saw her guard was down, he leapt silently like a cat. She fought hard, but the warrior had been too quick to secure the hands and feet of his prey, using thick vine hanging from the tree above. She was helpless to him removing her loin covering and caressing her body. She knew her amorous attacker well. They used to play childhood games when they were young; but now the games had changed. She was helpless to him using his strong fingers and thick exposed dick to bring her toward climax without penetration. Her body betrayed her mind's resistance. She felt her dark nipples thicken and tighten, standing a full inch in front of her as if begging her attacker not to stop. She was powerless to the growing climax building within her. Suddenly her body quaked in defeat to the triumph of the warrior. She tried to remain silent, but her voice whimpered, betraying the secret of her pleasure. Her body quivered powerfully; she was soaked in her own sweat; endorphins of pleasure filled her from head to toe. After his conquest, she was powerless to him using her body again and again to pleasure himself. His thick white cum mixed with her sweat to paint the canvas of her dark skin.
He tied her loin to his own, relishing the tribal custom to keep as his prize. He used his machete to cut the vine above them, leaving enough to hold as he would lead her like a mule into the village to publicly boast of his triumph. Her hands remained tied in front of her. Rainha had never been exposed to the village before; it would be a source of the warrior's great pride before the jealous eyes of the others. The tribal leaders would respect him as the first to conquer the near-goddess Rainha. In the games they had played as children, Rainha almost always won; that no longer mattered. Today he was the victor in the game that counted and she was his prize.
He decided to keep her hands shackled by the vine to add to the drama of his victory over her. He untied her feet, and pulled the vine to help her to stand. He offered an impish smile, anticipating what their return to the village would mean for him, and for her. He took hold of the vine leading to her shackled wrists and began down the familiar path toward the village. He knew the tribal custom gave her no choice but to submissively follow; but he should have known she was not like the other women who followed the tribal customs.
Rainha could not deny the pleasure she enjoyed by her captor. She would not let the pleasure be spoiled by the humiliation of being paraded naked into the village as a prize for all to see. She smiled as she watched the muscular young warrior walk with pride in front of her. She held no animosity toward him; he only did what the tribal customs encouraged. She was frustrated that she allowed herself to be caught off guard by him, even with the pleasure of it. She wouldn't let that happen again. As she followed behind him, she couldn't help to admire his body; she felt her arousal continue to stir within her. Her own sexual desires would match that of any warrior in the village. The muscles of his bare back and ass rippled as he walked. His guard was down and she knew he was vulnerable. He was weak after emptying his cum on her again and again. She watched as he led forward blinded by the pride of victory. She would catch him as off guard as he had caught her.
