Hello you naughty girls and boys!
Lucky for you I have access to mortal memories. Thus I can bring to you such lost tales as the one I offer here and now. Read on.
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Chapter 1
There was some kind of rumbling noise, and my head ached as though I had been on a serious bender. When I pried my eyes open, at first all I could see was a wash of white light. It took a few seconds for my vision to clear, allowing me to focus on my surroundings. My vision was still a little fuzzy and I felt dizzy. However one thing had not escaped my attention; I was inside a bamboo cage.
The small cage was wedged between some rocks and earth and was covered with cloth leaving me only one side to see out of, save for a small sliver of sight off to my left. But my view, limited as it was, told me much. It supplied me with answers but also raised many more questions.
It was daylight, though difficult to place the hour. The jungle canopy above provided good shade to the structures and people below. I was in some native village surrounded by huts. Their walls were round, comprised of upright branches and small logs, the spaces and cracks between them filled with mud. The roof was a wide cone made of reeds and grasses lashed together.
One of these huts was to the left of my cage and blocked most of my vision on that side. There was an angled path in front of me running from my left to my right as it moved further away and toward what I presumed to be the village center.
I could not name the tribe and indeed we hadn't expected to find one for several more days if not weeks, but I could hear the speech of African natives, women, moving about at a short distance from me. I could not place the dialect and wished Farnsworth was next to me so I could inquire of him.
And now I wondered how much deeper into the dense jungle I was and how many of my expedition may be nearby, perhaps in similar cages. Another thought in the pit of my stomach was how many of them may have survived.
My surroundings made it clear that something horrible had happened but as I tried to recall the events that brought me to this state it only made my head hurt worse. I remembered setting out from the small town of Oxton, but that was weeks ago. I couldn't hold onto it, but I had a small of flash of us cutting a trail, I behind Higginsby, when someone began shouting. But then it all went dark and my head was pounding as I tried to recall anything else.
Then the voices I heard were coming closer. In a matter of seconds I saw the first women pass in front of me; maybe a half-dozen paces away. They were moving past me and away from me, perhaps to cook meals for supper.
Having now seen some of my captors I was rather surprised by their appearance. I didn't expect any of the savages to be properly dressed but they were even more naked than any I had seen or heard of. They wore various bands around their ankles, wrists, legs, and arms, all made from various vegetation and beads of bone, clay, or wood but aside from that they were truly quite naked.
But it wasn't just about what they were wearing, or not wearing. Their skin was a dark brown but not the coal black of some peoples on the continent, and of course such coloration was no surprise. However these were not thin skinny girls, and one certainly could not produce evidence that they were in any way malnourished.
No in fact they were big girls, as in taller and broader in the shoulders than the petite beauties of home. And they were big in other ways as well. As they walked past, the angle of my cage to the path meant I had a good view of their backsides, and those were, well...big. Their buttocks were not covered in any way and stood out from their lower back. They were large and well rounded and I viewed them with some fascination.
While similar in size and shape, each pair was unique. Some would jiggle; some wobble. Some shook at a quick pace while others had a deeper rhythm. From the way the dark flesh moved I could sense how smooth they would be to the touch and how the flesh might yield to the squeeze of a hand.
Further up the path and near the end of my vision the group stopped and as several turned around I made other discoveries. It was well documented that many of the heathen women did not cover their own mammaries. This was certainly the case here. But once again all signs were of healthy, and I must say well-endowed individuals. I dare say each one of them could embarrass any nursemaids back home.
Like the bare buttocks I had witnessed moments ago, each pair of heathen breasts shared similarities while retaining a unique character. The nipples tended to be darker than the surrounding teat, but the shading was varied. Also the nipples themselves could be large flat, saucers which hung at the bottom of the breast, or could be puffy affairs which poked towards the sky.
All that I viewed ran rather large and in the course of their movements they would bounce together or collide with their own arms making me think of the soft pliability of marshmallows. Their movements also suggested the weight they carried in their bare chests.