Girl Becomes a Missionary in Africa

This is a work of complete fiction. It is a story of a young and innocent girl visiting, as a missionary, a newly discovered tribe in Africa. She encounters a very different culture to that she has been brought up in. Hope readers enjoy it but don't take it too seriously.

The church that I attended expected all of us young members to do some form of missionary work. I chose to do mine before going off to university. I was nearly nineteen years old and decided that I wanted to go somewhere where the love of my God would not have been heard of. I learned about a tribe that had only just been discovered in the heart of a small African country that I was ashamed I hadn't even heard of. The elders in the church were not totally happy with this but I convinced them and my parents that my strong faith would protect me.

It took two days travelling by road (well that's what the local representatives of the church called them) to get to the tribe. The tribe was something like 100 to 120 people in total. The welcome was cautious and for the first two weeks I only saw any males over the age of twelve from a distance. The women were fascinated by my very pale completion as they painted various patterns on my arms and face. It took me a couple of days before I realized that the young girls had similar designs on their bodies. The older women were decorated very differently with their breasts being the main canvas. These decorations were on full display, as the women never wore anything above the waist. They did wear skirts most of the time but I was sure that they wore nothing underneath. Up to a certain age the younger girls were usually naked except leather sandals of a sort.

I had been limited in the clothing I was able to bring with me. I brought half a dozen pairs of panties with me and these caused great interest amongst the women. I washed the pair I wore during the day each evening. Few clothes were needed and I found my short skirts the most comfortable with loose tops to combat the heat.

The boys almost never wore any clothes and I therefore saw many penises for the first time in my life. I was surprised how large most of these were and when one of the older boys started to become erect I became more than fascinated as it grow and grow. It embarrassed me that I could not take my eyes off it. I soon became aware why he had become excited as one of the eldest women called to him. She sat on a log and instructed him to approach her. His penis was still getting bigger and was now pointing up towards the seated woman's face. Reaching forward she slid her hands under the excited boy's balls. With one hand holding each ball she rolled and squeezed them and the boy's eyes lost all focus and his knees bent slightly.

I had very few words of their language but the woman I was sitting with made every effort to explain what I was witnessing. It was obviously something that all boys went through at his age and I gathered that his balls and possibly his penis would be bound tightly. I was right as using a naturally occurring twine she wrapped it round and round so that his balls were pulled away from his body and started to turn red and then purple. His penis did not become soft as I thought, given that he must have been in pain. The shaft of his penis did not grow but it now looked like it was made from granite. The head did get bigger and matched the color of his balls. The woman sitting in front of the boy ran her fingers very lightly along the whole length of the underside of his huge member. She then proceeded to use more twine to bind the length of his shaft leaving only the now totally purple head unwrapped. Over the next maybe twenty minutes she played with just the head of his penis and three times he became almost demented and as he did she squeezed hard around the base of his shaft. When he stopped convulsing she started the process again. After the third time she carefully took the binding off completely. She then got him to turn round so that he was facing all the women except her. Moving him back so that he was between her legs she covered her hands with a fluid from a bowl and then took hold of his penis. Having covered the penis taking special care to put lots on the head she started run her hand up and the length of his shaft. The touch was very gentle and her fingers were not able to encircle its thick girth. After a few seconds she brought her other hand round to cup his balls. I knew the theory but I was stunned when the first ejaculation arced from his penis landing many feet from the struggling boy's feet. His penis exploded at least a dozen more times before it reduced to a dribble. There were appreciative expressions from the watching women and the boy suddenly broke out in a smile. I was fascinated to see his penis soften and reduce in size. The angry purple colors were soon gone. My friend seemed to suggest that things had gone well for the boy as he was led away.

This was not the final ceremony of the day as one of the older girls who looked a similar age to me was invited forward. Her decorative artwork on her arms and face were those of a girl. My friend next to me eventually managed to indicate to me that it was the girl's 18

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birthday and time for her to be initiated into womanhood. The girl had a wonderful figure as was very common amongst the teenage girls of the tribe. Her skin looked almost wet as it glistened in the sunshine. She seemed delighted to be attended to by all the younger adult females in the tribe. She removed the few garments that she was wearing and stood proudly naked with her hands behind her back. The position pushed her medium sized boobs out and it was clear that she knew what was going to happen next. She was offered a goblet of drink that she drank down slowly with an expression that suggested that it was not particularly pleasant.

Four of the women arrived with what looked like a padded table covered in beautifully ornate materials. Two different women then approached her and each took hold of a nipple. They appeared functional in their approach to ensuring the nipples were quickly fully erect and ensuring they stayed that way until they coated them with the same fluid from the bowl. This was rubbed into the now very long and thick teats in a way that the young girl looked delighted by. A leaf was then attached to each of her breasts with a thin twine that secured it tightly to the base of her nipple. The girl did not complain at all, but her expression was one of pain.

She didn't have much time to concentrate on her nipples before each of the women used their other hands to add the liquid to either her bottom or her vagina. They didn't just apply it but rubbed it in to maximize the girl's excitement. Her eyes opened wide and her knees bent in an attempt to get the fingers to penetrate both of her orifices. I have never seen another female naked but she was not only naked but she was clearly extremely sexually aroused. The two women finally escorted her over to the table. The two women gave her a hug before settling her, on her back, on the table. Her head was propped up so that she could see her body. Her expression had changed. Her eyes had dilated, her face looked very flushed. Her breathing was slightly labored and she looked as if she was buzzing. Briefly her hand went between her legs but this was immediately removed and placed above her head.

There was now a small team of women who removed the artwork from her face. Others opened the girl's legs and skillfully removed the few course curly hairs that were growing before starting to decorate the area beautifully. The girl was clearly struggling with the attention that was arousing her even further.

Somehow my friend explained that the girl was now to be very fully aroused before being taken to the men. Once she was fully decorated between the legs more of the thick liquid was added to the area and I think it was worked into her vagina. At this stage her hips were pushing up in an attempt to find more stimulation. While two women removed the leafs attached to her nipples I was horrified to see one of the women insert her middle finger deep in the girl's anus. She smiled at the girl, as she could not stop herself from riding the finger in desperation before it was removed. By this time the girl was in a trance-like state that appeared somewhere between complete sexual arousal and pain.

I had not thought much about the four tribal leaders. My friend had explained that they were selected not for their wisdom but by their stature. They were the biggest men in the tribe, a tribe of giants. It was this group of men that the girl was now taken. Although she seemed almost unable to think for her self due to the trance-like state she was in, she seemed to be happy to enter the hall that the leaders often frequented. The other women seemed very happy with their work and quickly returned to their normal duties. Even being as naïve as I was at that time I was left in no doubt about how the girl would spend the rest of the day and probably the night.

The whole events that I had witnessed had been disturbingly arousing. I had been taught that female sexual arousal was the work of the devil and that any attempt to indulge in this was a mortal sin. It was not until much later in the day, in fact just before bedtime, that I spotted the goblet that the girl had drunk from earlier. Curiosity got the better of me and I couldn't stop myself from drinking the small amount of the liquid that remained. Within two minutes my body was buzzing. My vagina was not only feeling very hot but also very wet. I was panicked by this and retired to bed quickly.

Sleep was hard to come by as I re-ran the events of the day. The next day when I woke I was shocked by the nature of my dreams. I had dreamed the boy who had been initiated the previous day had in fact been present while the girl had been prepared for the leaders. His penis had been even bigger in my dream than in reality but it was still able to penetrate the girl's over-stimulated vagina. As soon as I saw this in my dream I imagined that it was in fact me being penetrated. It was at this exact point in my dream that I awoke with my hand rubbing hard between my legs. From somewhere I managed to sum up the strength to remove my hand from being very close to bringing about the climax that I was sure was not far away.

I had been trying hard to communicate my Christian beliefs to the women of the tribe but this was very difficult given my very limited grasp of their language. I was still getting no access to the men let alone the leaders. It did occur to me that while I was being treated as a child amongst the women I would never get to mix with them. I had to somehow get them to treat me as an adult. As it was my birthday at the end of the week I lied to my friend saying that I was eighteen on the Saturday. She seemed overjoyed by this and said that I would be required to go through the initiation to adulthood I had witnessed the other day.

I had not only been naïve but I had been downright stupid to think that I would be spared this even though I was not a member of the tribe. I argued that I should not be required to go through their initiation. I was told that if I didn't I would be required to leave the tribal village immediately. Even if I wanted to leave, which I didn't, there was no way of me getting back to civilization until I was picked up as planned. The tribal leaders had made their decision and there was no process to challenge it.

I got more and more scared of the initiation as the day approached. I do have to be honest in recounting the events and admit that I was also disturbingly aroused at times as well. The same goblet was offered to me and I drank the strange brew without hesitation. My whole world changed within a little more than a minute. I couldn't quite focus my eyes on anything. My heart started to beat at least three times faster than normal. The strongest feeling however was that a wave of extreme heat washed down from my face until it hit my vagina. I had been aware of being slightly aroused and damp down there but this was something quite extraordinary. I had seen the girl enter a dream-like state or a trance but I had not understood what she had been feeling at that time. When I was required to stand in front of the women and strip naked the tops of my legs were awash with excitement. I was so embarrassed and humiliated that my body was betraying me so rudely.

I hadn't noticed that my nipples were erect like never before even before two women worked on them. A similar leaf was attached by binding the base of my hugely expanded nipples with twine. This added a further burning sensation to the very sensitive nipples as I think the leaf was a close relative of stinging nettles. The concoction added to my anus and vagina irritated rather than heated the areas it was applied to.

I was soon on the table, which I had not noticed being brought forward. It was almost a relief when the women began to remove my facial artwork. When my pubic hair was removed, fingers were blushing places between my legs that no one had touched since I was a baby. I fought the urge to try and make the fingers further stimulate me but they did a good job of it without my help. The decorating of the area between my legs was hugely erotic as it was very gentle and seemed more like they were trying to caress me rather than decorate me.

I knew what to expect next and was petrified that I might humiliate myself by having the same reaction to the digit penetrating my bottom as the girl had had. First someone massaged the fluid into my pussy again and it felt wonderful. When the digit pushed through my sphincter I held my breath and demanded my body to remain still. I managed to keep still but the digit was demanding spreading its load all around and exciting me further in the process.

My body was screaming for any form of relieve from this beautiful torture. It had never been so alive but not all of it was pure pleasure. What my addled mind was certain of was that I didn't want the pleasure to end or to wake up and find I had been dreaming. I was barely aware of being supported as I was walked to the door of the leaders meeting place. I was more aware that my legs were sliding against each other as juices covered the tops of my legs. My bottom felt like the finger that had entered it was still penetrating me deeply. The door was opened and I walked unaided into the room. The four men that stood in front of me towered over me. Their chests were all broad and hairless but it was their penises that my eyes refused to stop looking at. All four more than matched the magnificence of their huge bodies. Their balls were bound but not tightly like the boy the other day and their shafts were bound where they met the heads. The bindings around the head were attached to cords, which hung round their necks. This was different to the men I had seen from a distance whose penises hung down to their knees.

It was at this stage when I started to doubt myself. I tried to confirm I was not dreaming but came to the conclusion I was likely to be hallucinating due to the powerful drug or drugs I had been given. No man could have a penis that nearly reached his chest but that was what my eyes were telling me.

The tallest of the four, who obviously considered himself in charge offered me his hand and led me until he stood me in front of a seat. He sat down and pulled me towards him so that my legs straddled both of his muscular legs. This meant that my knees were bent and my vaginal lips were open and very available to his hands. He seemed delighted to feel that my vagina was swimming with juices of one kind or another. I didn't understand a word that he said to his colleagues but they seemed to find whatever he had said very funny. When he showed how wet his fingers were to the others I had a good idea what was amusing them. The humiliation and embarrassment hit me hard but not hard enough to stop me starting to ride the large finger that was beginning to not only agitate my special spot but also slid just through the lips of my vagina.

I was just aware enough to know that what was happening was against ever thing I had been taught and everything I believed in. My head was struggling to keep any grasp on reality. The sensations flooding my body were way to strong to listen to anything my head had to say. When his thumb found my special place and his palm rubbing against my whole vagina my knees buckled and I collapsed onto the floor. I came to my senses lying on my back with both of my nipples being caressed and feeling absolutely huge. When I looked down I was right as they were much darker in color than usual and three times their usual size. Whatever had been rubbed into them was very powerful. When my eyes refocused further down my body my legs were wide apart with my knees bent. It was no longer fingers seeking to penetrate me but a monstrous penis. I panicked, as the reality struck that if his penis fully penetrated it would reach my chest if it had not split me in two first.

It was not my vagina that was penetrated but my bottom, not by his penis but by his finger. It pushed as deep as possible before being nearly removed. It was curled before being inserted fully again. It now felt much bigger as it stimulated nerves that I had not know existed. I was totally convinced that no woman had ever experienced anything that felt half this good. I must be a freak to be loving having a finger inserted time and time again deep into my bowels. I was aware of excited chatter going on between the men but now my interaction was not with them but with the devil. He goaded me challenging me to preventing him from forcing me to climax. I had never experienced one but tried my best to rise to the challenge. I think my special place was being rubbed as were my nipples but it was the finger in my bottom that was threatening to unhinge me. It was relentless in stimulating me in the most embarrassing of ways.

I thought my heart had been racing earlier but now it was threatening to explode out of my chest. I was amazed when something changed and I am sure a second finger was added to the first. This stretched my very tight orifice but also left my challenge with the devil in tatters. I might not have experienced a climax before but I knew well before it exploded throughout both my body and mind that nothing was going to prevent my total surrender. I was richly rewarded for my failure and surrender as my body enjoyed the most extraordinary pleasure any man or woman could ever experience. My body convulsed as waves flowed through me and colors flashed in front of my eyes. I don't know how long the climax lasted but when it ebbed away I was totally exhausted.

When I was able to open my eyes the four men looked delighted with me. They were not exhausted and were quickly focusing on sexually stimulating me again. A mouth found my vagina and a pair of hands the cheeks of my bottom. The sensation between my legs was a mixture of sharp sexual pleasure and discomfort or even pain. I thought I was spent but the mouth felt skilled and soon the discomfort ebbed away and the raw arousal gripped me. I was slightly frightened if I climaxed again my body would not cope with the extreme reaction. I even wondered whether any woman had died of sexual pleasure. I was sure that the devil would soon be gloating over me welcoming another climax but the mouth was removed from my weeping vagina.

I was brought up to a standing position before being led to a highly decorated bed where the leader of the tribe was lying on his back. His erection seemed bigger than ever I was convinced that my virginity was about to be taken and that this would result in me being split open in a horrendous way. I was positioned on my knees so that I was straddling his huge hips with his erection flat against his stomach and me sitting on it as I might straddle a log. The hands behind me showed me that I was required to slide my vagina up and down the length of his shaft. I was delighted to comply, as the sensations it produced between my legs were wonderful. From the expression on his face he was also loving it, particularly when my vagina massaged the large purple head that was as big as my fist. Two of the other men knelt at my side and I thought were going to play with my breasts but instead offered their erections to my hands. It seemed so wicked to not only be massaging a huge cock with my pussy but also playing with two others. I wasn't sure how to play with them but tried to learn what they seemed to enjoy. They moved very close so that I was able to play with their balls and rub their erections up against their stomachs. This seemed to please them and they started to talk to each other making it clear that I was pleasing them.