Jayne Mansfield was in a quandary. The sexy blonde star didn't know whether to be flattered or scared out of her wits. The tribe of warrior women who had captured her were treating her far better, sexually at least, than some of her husbands or many lovers had, but she was still a prisoner. Ever since she had been placed in the brightly painted wooden structure, with her hands tied behind the center pole and the guards at the door, there had been a steady stream of women approaching her. They all seemed to want to worship her naked body, caressing her voluptuous ass and hips or fondling and suckling her luscious breasts and fingering her pussy. A very sensuous woman, Jayne had become highly aroused from the almost constant attentions, but none of the women ever displayed any interest in going any further that that.
She was used to going much further than that, and at not taking so long to get down to it. Jayne was basically straight, but not at all picky, and had reveled in frequent lesbian liaisons in and around Hollywood, which was halfway around the world from where she was then. She had been on location in Africa with the independent movie company for just over a week, and had been having misgivings since the first day. For one thing, although she had been told the film was to be shot on location, she had no idea that meant in the remote jungle, at least a hundred miles from the nearest city of any size. For another thing, there didn't seem to be much security around the camp. Maybe not much was needed, but Jayne would have felt a lot more confident if there had been at least a dozen armed guards. No trouble was expected, but some rumors of unrest had been reported in this part of the world, and Jayne was concerned about her safety and that of those around her.
Although not expected, trouble had arrived, at least for Jayne. Facilities in the camp were primitive, to say the least, and that included a complete lack of plumbing, which meant her ablutions had to be done in the nearby river. Despite her casual attitude toward sex and how she was usually eager for publicity, Jayne had never been an exhibitionist. When it was time to bathe, she insisted on going there alone, wearing one of the leopard-skin bikinis she favored. After wading into the water up to her hips, she had removed the bathing suit and started washing off the sweat and dust that had accumulated during the day's work. Although she was certain nobody had followed her to gaze at her voluptuous nudity, Jayne still seemed to feel somebody watching. "It may be my imagination," she told herself. "But I still don't like it.
It was not her imagination. Abruptly, four warriors, all armed with spears and shields, stepped out of the heavy jungle to stand on the bank of the river and watch her. When Jayne tried to use the two pieces of the bikini to cover those parts of her body they should have concealed, all four of the intruders strode out into the water toward her. While two of them threatened her with their spears and indicated that she should come with them, the others came around to her sides, picked her up by the arms and carried her, still clutching her bathing suit, out of the water and back into the jungle. When she looked at her captors and saw their bare breasts swaying, Jayne realized all four of them were women.
"Women? I've been captured by a tribe of warrior women," Jayne told herself. "What could they want with me?" When she started to say something, a menacing look and a brandished weapon quickly changed her mind. Afraid that an attempt at escape would probably result in four fatal spear wounds, she relaxed as best she could and let the women take her where they wanted.
That was to a compound that couldn't have been much more than a mile from where the movie company was camped. They were obviously expected, because a pair of waiting sentries, also women, opened the gate and closed it after they were inside, using a heavy wooden bar to secure it. Jayne's captors carried her into a brightly-colored wooden building and, after tying her wrists behind her back to a pole in the center, left her there, alone and naked.
She didn't remain alone very long. An equally unclothed woman, not one of those who had captured her, entered and walked up to and around the sexy blonde, apparently admiring her sumptuous curves. She didn't mind that; Jayne was used to having her body admired. "What do you want with me?" she asked. "Please tell me why you've brought me here?"
The stranger didn't answer, at least not with words, but Jayne quickly found out what she wanted. With her hands, the African woman caressed the soft, voluptuous ass and hips of the captive, cupping the palms under Jayne's cheeks and leaving one of them there while moving around to face the front of the sexy blonde. The next places to feel the caresses of the strange woman's hands were Jayne's sexily plump belly and large breasts. The fondling was surprisingly gentle, much more so than most of the men in the movie star's love life, and she could feel herself starting to become aroused.
Jayne's arousal increased when her admirer licked her big, pink nipples and sucked her breasts. Juices were trickling down Jayne's thighs from her pussy, and the woman apparently smelled them or otherwise became aware of their presence. She reached down and used her fingers to wipe up some of the viscous fluid, followed by licking off what she had collected. After that, and without saying a word, the mysterious visitor left, to be replaced almost immediately by another. The second woman, who was equally naked, acted much the same as the first, including licking fresh pussy juices off her fingers before leaving.
A third woman followed, and a fourth and a fifth, until Jayne lost track of how many had paid homage to her body. All of them stroked and fondled the voluptuous curves of the prisoner, and some of them even hugged her, pressing their naked torsos against her equally bare skin. The caresses of their hands and mouths and bodies, all of which were quite gentle, even loving, brought the object of their attentions to an extreme state of sexual excitement. Jayne had always uninhibitedly enjoyed sex, and the parade of silent women had aroused her at least as much as any of the men or women in her Hollywood life ever had.
Although enjoyable, it was highly frustrating, because she was unable to cum. Not one of the women had touched her clit except briefly, and none of them had spent enough time licking or sucking on her breasts to bring her to a climax that way. With her hands tied securely behind her back, Jayne was unable to use her fingers to give herself any relief either, and she fervently hoped one of the visitors would follow through on what they had been doing, and bring her to an orgasm. Several times she had asked, even begged, but nobody seemed to understand and respond to her, and nobody did what she implored them to do.
Jayne also wondered if there were going to be any more. Up until then, the silent women had walked through the doorway in quick succession, one barely clearing the curtain before another entered, as if they were standing in line outside. However, the most recent one had left almost two minutes earlier, and she wondered if she were to be left in a state of extreme arousal, with no way to climax. Her captors had all treated her kindly, even if they were a bit menacing, and Jayne hoped they wouldn't be so cruel as to leave her in such a condition.
As she was trying in vain to use her engorged inner pussy lips to contact and massage her equally swollen clit, another woman entered. The newcomer, as naked as all the others had been, was younger and seemed more self-assured than the women preceding her. She stepped up to the frustrated prisoner and smiled at her voluptuous body and her obvious high state of arousal.
"Miss Mansfield, you probably wouldn't be able to pronounce my name but, in your language, it means 'Rainbow," she said in a clipped and proper British accent. "You are quite likely wondering what is going on here."
Jayne was surprised that somebody had spoken to her at all, let alone in perfect English. "Yes, I am. What do all these women want, and who are you and what do you want?" Even as she asked her questions, Jayne's body was writhing frantically, and her hips were swiveling, driving her bare feet into the ground, and trying to stimulate her clit to bring some relief.
