| Note: This story is purely fiction and no portions are in any way intended
to be real. The characters are completely fictional and are not intended
to depict any one person or group. This story is pure fantasy and is not
in any way a plan to become a reality. I have a great love and respect
for women and do not promote the killing of them. If anyone does this site
is not for you and you should close this document immediately. I did not
write this story to illustrate falsities about New Guinea, its people,
or its culture. Any actions in this story are completely fictional and
unreal. Please enjoy this story as an erotic fantasy.
- Squalo -
Tara was a blonde German and Irish divorced woman in her mid forties.
She had lived a great life with no kids partying and having a great time
anytime it was possible. Even though she was getting older, she still maintained
an outrageous body and could wear bikinis even better than some younger
women. She knew she would not have this body for all her life and didn't
want to die all decrepit and shabby looking. She wanted to go out in whatever
prime she had left. She knew when she used to enjoy sex with men, she would
role play and fantasize that they were cannibals and would eat her as a
main course. That used to turn her on so much that she couldn't hold back
her orgasm.
Tara decided to do a little research on cannibal tribes
that still existed today. She found that it was theorized that there were
a few tribes that have been left undisturbed up in the highlands of Papua,
New Guinea. She had mapped out the vicinity that these tribes dwelled in.
She made reservations and set up all accommodations to get her hiking up
in the highlands in a week. She quit her job and was pretty much prepared
for her final adventure.
That week, she bought a safari outfit including a matching
pair of shorts and button down shirt. Of course she wouldn't be complete
without a white pith helmet and hiking boots with plenty of white socks.
She also purchased a very tiny white eye patch string bikini that looked
awesome on her. She really was still fit and trim looking. Since it was
winter where she lived in the states, she did not have much of her color
left. She did have a hint of tan that seemed to stay with her all year
around. She got herself a great backpack for hiking to hold her water and
food as well as a tent, since she estimated that it would take a few days
to hike up to her destination in the beautiful rain forest.
The plane she took brought her to Darwin, Australia, where
she transferred to another smaller plane that got her to her intended destination.
There was a hiking tour that she joined with to get her to a certain point
of her destination. The night before they were to head back, she snuck
off with all her gear and got herself lost in the thick vast jungle so
that no one would find her nor go looking for her since they knew that
any further into the highlands was not safe for anyone to go roaming around.
The tour guide did conduct a search in the safer areas of the trails and
did not find any evidence that she was around at all. It was if she got
up intentionally and left the group.
Tara did get lost, but had a general direction to follow.
She knew she would have to bump into somebody on her venture. After 2 days
she finally reached a clearing where a tribe was living. The temperature
was very hot and the humidity was unbearable. She could feel the sweat
dripping down the wide valley between her well endowed breasts and settling
into her deep navel. She realized that, where there are people; there was
water. Tara was dying to cool herself off in a pond or river. Looking past
the huts, she could see a watering hole at the foot of a waterfall.
She knew that it was time to introduce herself to the tribe.
She took a squat in the bushes since it might be her last. She walked in
with some of the tribe members just staring at her. Some of the people
went running to inform somebody. When she got halfway to the watering hole,
a dark man stopped her wearing very little clothing, and the plume of feathers from
some birds of paradise that dwelled in their native land. Some
other men came around his sides and surrounded her looking in amazement.
She bowed as a friendly gesture and the chiefly looking man bowed back.
She pointed to herself and said, "I'm Tara". The man pointed to himself
and said, "Kun Kow". They both bowed again.
She gestured to Kun Kow that she was hot and wanted to
cool off in there watering hole. They allowed her and she proceeded to
the edge of the water. She stripped down just leaving her white micro-sized
eye patch bikini on. The people were amazed at what they saw. They couldn't
believe the long navel reach she had. Her underbelly was so long
and bountiful that it could feed up to four people alone. They all stared at
her as she slowly entered the water. She began pouring water over her shoulders
and over her healthy chest letting the water drip down her beautiful torso.
She could swear some of them were drooling. Her plan was actually working.
She just had to remember what the taboo words were that she wanted to say. Then
she remembered and came out of the water dripping. The water rolled
down her freshly waxed legs to the ground. When she came up to the Kun
Kow who she believed was the chief, she blurted out the phrase. It was
supposed to be the worst taboo saying you could let past your lips before
you were killed. He hollered out something and instantly two men seized
her arms behind her back. He walked up to her and blasted an awesome punch
to her wide open and defenseless belly.
This was it, she thought. She did wonder if she would
be tortured after her insulting remark. She instantly doubled over with
a loud groan as soon as she was hit. The men pulled her right back up.
Tara desperately tried to lift her legs up into her aching mid-section.
Kun Kow then ordered them to tie her to a long bamboo pole on her back
with her arms stretched over her head and her ankles tied to the other
end. They did so and then carried her away.
They took Tara down a path and over to a large boulder
that had been shaved flat. They laid her on her back and notice that when
she was stretched like that, her navel pulled the soft skin of her underbelly
making a center crease that ran down to her sex. They immediately pulled
a wicked looking stone knife that startled her and she let out a small
shriek. She thought they were going to gut her right there on the boulder.
The man took the knife and cut the string of her bikini top between her
wide cleavage revealing her perky round melons. The man then brought the
knife down to her groin and she lifted her head to look between her valley
still worried that they might plunge it into her belly. He slit the sides
of her bikini bottom and let it lay between her legs, revealing a small
blonde patch of hair that was hidden behind that white bikini bottom. She sighed
with relief when the man put the knife back in the sheath.
A young girl came up to the men with a ceramic pot the
size of a bowling ball with a spoon in it. They ordered her to put it down
on the ground near them and then she left. They took the bindings off the
bamboo pole and rolled her on her stomach. They then pulled her bindings
to the ends of the boulder. Three men began beating her back and legs with
rapid hand chops like a massage, but harder. She thought they must be tenderizing
her body. After a few minutes, they turned her over while she was still
being stretched to the ends of the boulder. Tara's nipples scraped against
the hard surface as they forced her on her back. When she turned over they
noticed her nipples were very stiff and pointing to the sky. They then
began giving her rapid hand chops on her front. As one of the men started
chopping her below the navel, she could feel her G spot being stimulated
in her lower tummy. She began to let out pleasurable groans and fanned
her toes in exhilaration. They realized that they were turning her on.
The men decided to have some fun with her. As one of the
men was chopping her lower belly, another began caressing her clitoris,
while the third grabbed her breasts and began sucking on her nipples. Tara
couldn't control herself. Not only did the idea of her being tonight's
meal turn her on, but the physical stimulation was going to send her over
the deep end in a matter of seconds. She was panting and yelling out with
pleasure as her body squirmed on the boulder. After a few seconds she shivered
and let out the sound of relief. The men knew they made her climax. She
never felt that stimulated in all her life. Her belly heaved deeply as
she tried to catch her breath again. She looked like an awesome piece of
meat now sweating all over and juices flowing out of her vagina.
They immediately took the pot and began pouring a spicy
aromatic sauce on her body. They began to rub the sauce in with their hands
getting it into every open, perspiring pore. As they went over her lower
belly, she jolted from the stimulation they had given her before. Tara
noticed that the sauce must have had a numbing effect, because after a
while she couldn't feel their hands rubbing her. She also got a little
drowsy and her hearing got quite clogged. All she could hear was muffled
sounds. Her eyes began to get blurry as well. She heard the men talking
to themselves and they tied her back onto the pole.
They then carried her on the pole to a well lit area. She
now heard the crackle and smelled the scent of a wood burning fire. She
could now hear the muffled sound of drums beating. She wondered if the
drums were lined with human skin. The light got brighter until it was blinding,
even for Tara's blurry vision. She was now over the open flame, but she
didn't feel like she was burning. She only felt a little warm inside. Her
eyes dried instantly and she had to keep her eyelids closed. After 15 minutes
she felt her body begin to stiffen up and within another 15 minutes she
had expired. Her juices were dripping, and sizzling into the flame. After
a few hours, she was done.
The men pulled her body off the flame and onto a stone
table. The chief always got the first cut. Kun Kow pulled his knife from
its sheath. He immediately poked the knife into her now crispy belly, which popped when it broke the skin. He began slicing from the center of the underbelly at the base of the pelvis
up to her sternum. The steam rose from her open torso and he cut a piece
free from the left side of her lower belly making sure he took her navel
with his share. The tribe enjoyed a delicious banquet that night.
- Squalo - 10/98
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