I write for myself as well as my readers. Sometimes, my mind wanders a bit too far afield. Perhaps, this is one of those times. Constructive comments always welcome. Voting, if you choose, simply lets me know what the world thinks of my wandering..
Three days into her jungle trek, Eva's bearer vanished during the night taking most of their food stocks with him. Now, a day later, her guide, Enos Harrington, was setting on a log. They had just eaten the last of their prepackaged meals.
Enos did not look good. Sweating, weak and with a fever, he was writing down what he believed there coordinates were. He was insisting that Eva continue on her own as there was no way she would be able to assist him, being at least a hundred pounds heavier than her.
He pointed her in a westerly direction with instructions to head toward a far mountain peak, whenever there was the rare opening in the dense canopy allowing her a view. She spent some time insisting she should remain with him. Help him however she could, wait for rescuers to arrive. In the end, with a backpack containing the few remaining necessities, a small tarp and machete in her right hand, she headed off. Before she was completely out of view, she looked back. Enos was already laying on his side, apparently all but given up.
Over the next four days, she conserved her remaining food, a small bag of rolled oats, as best she could, nibbling small amounts of the dry coarse grain as a sort of trail mix. She drank from somewhat clear streams when she could find one even thought she was certain that was what had sickened Enos. She was sleeping on dense patches of short palms by stomping them flat into a makeshift mattress and used the tarp as a dry covering.
That was where she was now. She awoke to the soft hum of insects, the babbling from a nearby stream, the rustle of the trees. And then, she lifted her head, froze, hearing what she thought were voices.
Finally, she called out. "Hello?"
Everything seemed to go still. No breeze, no sound of the water, not even the insects buzzed. And then, footsteps, brush moving. A figure appearing, still well into the trees, barely visible. Slowly the shape moved nearer. As it stepped into the small clearing, Eva smiled to see it was a woman, maybe young enough to be considered a girl. She was very dark skinned. Her head wrapped in a gray cloth. Her upper torso including her small breasts were bare. She had a simple wrap around her waist, tied at one side so one leg was revealed nearly up to her hip. She was tall, very tall, maybe six feet or more. She remained still except to raise a long stick she held in her right hand. She waved it slightly and Eva herd more sounds. A second girl appeared beside the first. They were nearly identical. Same small wrap, same head cover. Same wooden staff.
The first woman began to move closer to Eva. Eva started to set up. Like a flash, the woman's stick was lowered, and it speared forward, pressing to Eva's chest. Eva was forced down, flat on her back. The tip of the shaft remained between her breasts holding her there.
"Eva." She said. "My name is Eva."
The stick swung upward, catching under her chin. The girl forced Eva's mouth closed. She seemed to be quite skilled in using such an unassuming weapon. Eva noticed the second girl now moving around her, circling her. She leaned down and picked up the backpack. As that girl was rummaging through it, tossing various items out onto the ground, the first girl knelt beside Eva.
She finally placed the wooden rod on the ground beside her. She watched Eva.
"I'm lost." Eva offered.
In response, The kneeling girl's right hand flashed forward, slapping Eva on the side of her face. As much as that hurt, Eva quickly realized she was outmatched and had no idea what the two women wanted. She remained still.
The girl reached forward and grabbed a hand full of her hair. She roughly twisted it, forcing Eva's head backwards. The girl's left hand was flat, three fingers side by side, tapping Eva's lips. Eva watched as the girl slowly shook her head side to side. Eva understood. She should remain silent.
The second girl tossed the backpack into the brush, apparently not finding anything of value to her. She picked up Eva's machete and walked off. The first girl was running her fingers over Eva's cheek. She seemed fascinated by her light complexion. She spoke the first words either of them had uttered since first arriving. It unfortunately was some native dialect and Eva had no idea what she was saying. What she did realize was that the girl seemed to be repeating the phrase, whatever it might be.
As Eva watched, the girl removed a small knife from the top of the wrap around her waist. It was made of stone or bone or something, but not metal. The girl slid the blade under the hem of Eva's tee shirt. Slowly she lifted it, pulling the fabric tight and then the knife began slicing through the material. From waist to neckline the girl cut the front of her tee shirt open.
Using the tip of the blade, she pushed the cloth to either side. She knelt there. Staring. The sports bra Eva wore was confusing her even more. She likely had never seen anything like it. With a quick twist of her wrist, the knife slid between Eva's breasts and the bra was cut in half. Again, the tip of the blade flipped the two halves of the bra to the sides and Eva's small breasts were on display. The girl stood and walked around Eva to a log where she sat down, still watching Eva intently.
That was when the other girl came into the clearing carrying some small vines looped around one arm. She spoke to the girl setting on the log. Then that girl replied. She went around and knelt at Eva's head. She pulled both of Eva's arms out straight above her head. Eva couldn't see but was quite sure the girl was binding her wrists with the vines. Then the vine was pulled very tight, stretching Eva's arms up as far as possible, The vine was somehow being secured to something strong. When that was done, The girl moved to Eva's feet and proceeded to tie each ankle with a vine and stretch each one to small bushes and secured them as well.
The first girl was now standing, looking at Eva. She spoke to the second girl as she handed her the knife. With knife in hand, she looked at Eva. Then she straddled her at her knees and pointed the blade at Eva. She leaned forward and the tip of the blade touched her right nipple. Slowly she dragged it down her breast and up over her left one.
To Eva, the girl seemed to grin as she let the point trail down over her abdomen. Then, the blade slid under the button of her jeans, and it was cut free. Using two hands, the girl gripped the top of her jeans and pulled. The zipper gave way, and her pants were roughly pulled down to mid-thigh.
The girl looked up at the first girl and that girl was waving her away. She stood and moved back. Eva was thinking the first girl was apparently the leader. That girl knelt beside Eva once more. Her hand settled on Eva's still panty covered mound. She seemed enthralled just to look at this white skinned person. She slipped the tips of her fingers into Eva's panties and pulled them down enough to expose her sex.
The girl actually smiled, talking to the other, nodding at Eva's smoothly shaved pubic region. Apparently. a concept never considered by their tribe. Then the girl nodded. She stood and crossed one foot over Eva. She looked down and then, she reached for the tie at her waist.
