by doormat
The Scientist and Morgan the Amazon
Ed Morgan awoke from his overnight sleep and stared out through the small hole in his tent right next to his bedroll. The net wrapped around him was a necessary precaution due to the large mosquito population and the heat was almost unbearable.
He was sent here by his employer, the U.S. Geological Survey. His mission was to explore the island, reporting about any minerals or natural resources found in this tropical land. He’d been traveling by foot in this jungle for four days now and his mission was nearly complete. This island was a beautiful place indeed but he longed to see civilization again.
“Today’s the last day,” he thought. “One more day of exploration.”
He rose from the matted floor, unwrapped the net and stepped out of the hut. The five foot ten inch blonde-haired man of thirty-five rolled the tent up into a ball, and quickly stuffed it into a duffle bag.
“American sleep well?” his native guide asked with a wide grin.
Ed smiled at the dark skin man. “Yes I did sir.”
The guide pointed to the food that was cooking over the fire. Ed scooped a spoonful of whatever it was.
“You like sir?”
Ed smiled again and nodded. Actually he had no idea what it was, but it did satisfy his taste buds and he was famished.
After breakfast he found his canteen filled with water and slung it around his shoulder. “Okay, we better get going.”
“Yes sir, I’m ready.”
The jubilant guide led the way, for he knew the jungle far better than this government geologist. They walked and they walked for miles and miles. Ed didn’t know how long they had trekked when he was forced to wipe his brow with a kerchief.
The guide grinned anew. “American not used to the heat?”
Ed gave a wry smile. “Too much American comfort.”
“Look…over there!” the guide pointed.
They were looking at a large clearing where huts were scattered over the grounds and campfires burning before the huts. Ed could see women, women of all sizes. Their breasts were covered with white cloth as were their crotches. One of the women who was particularly large breasted noticed the two hiding in the bushes, looked over at them and let out a long, shrill whistle.
A chill went up Ed’s back as he wondered what the hell that was all about. He turned to look at his guide, the one he had trusted to lead him through this jungle, only to see his covered butt running in the opposite direction.
Suddenly Ed felt a hand on his shoulder. He turned around and froze. The most beautiful female he ever laid eyes on, painfully kept firm pressure on him. He knew something was wrong, something to do with the whistle, something to do with the woman. Yet he didn’t know. His shoulder began to ache from the woman’s grip.
“Unhand me please!” he said with a groan. The tall woman who towered over Ed merely watched him with big brown eyes, and made no effort to obey his command.
She was really a beautiful woman and although he was alarmed, his scientific mind studied her. He was no small man, but her lean muscular body made him feel extremely vulnerable.. He’d never seen anyone who’s mahogany skin was so smooth and flawless. This woman was enough for any man and, despite the unpleasantness he felt in his shoulder, a strange feeling overcame him. He didn’t know what was in store for him, but the woman’s beauty absolutely had him in a spell. His feet were glued to the ground. Her eyelashes were long and her cheekbones protruded prominently. Her lips were full and moist. It was all he could to keep his lust under control. Her breasts were nearly brushing his chest. And though her eyes were blazing angrily from a face framed in long dark braids, Ed looked pleadingly into them.
“I mean you no harm. My name is Ed Morgan and I’m here on an expedition.”
“I know who you are,” she uttered succinctly.
“Ah, you know English,” Ed blurted as he winced from the continuous ache in his shoulder.
“Yes, I am well educated and you are trespassing on my property!”
“Your property?”
“Yes, my tribe owns this whole island and I am their leader. We do not allow strangers here!”
“But I told you before…I!”
“Silence!” she cut him off as her fierce glare widened.
His eyes widened as well. “Will you let me go please!” he snapped.
“No! You trespass!”
Feeling frustrated and using all his strength, he shoved her hand off his shoulder and desperately bolted in the same direction in which he had seen his guide run. He paid no attention to the shrill whistle he heard and ran hard. He could hear pounding feet behind him but he kept going, for survival was the only thing on Ed’s mind.
Then suddenly someone stuck out a foot from behind which caused the one hundred eighty pound man to lose his balance and tumble forward. Landing on his belly, he tried to rise quickly, but a posse of tribal women jumped on his back, pinning him down. He tried valiantly to extricate himself, but because of their number they overpowered him. The leader barked an order in their native tongue and his arms were jerked in back of him, tied tightly with rope. His shoes were untied and yanked off, followed by his socks. He was grabbed by his armpits and lifted off the ground. He felt childlike and vulnerable as he stood there with the dirt irritating his bare feet.
He protested vehemently, “Your making a mistake!”
The leader merely scowled at him as the rest of her tribe held him. “You trespass! You will be punished!” He opened his mouth again to further proclaim his innocence. For his trouble, he received a wringing slap across the face. Then she roughly turned him around and shoved him forward toward the camp. With his hands bound behind him, he could nothing but obey when she shouted,”Move!” Ed’s feet ached when he stepped on pebbles and sticks on the way as the leader kept a hand on his back the whole time forcing him along.
He stood out prominently among these dark skinned women.
Finally they came to a campfire with huts made of bamboo and jungle leaves. She pushed him toward her hut and shoved him through the opening. His body was propelled through the door and he fell forward. With his arms bound behind him, he had no way to break his fall and Ed landed squarely on his stomach which knocked the wind out of him. The dominant woman stood over him menacingly.
“You’re…making…a …mistake,” he gasped. “I…am…a…scientist. Please…let…me…up.”
“You trespass on our land. You will be punished!” she said coldly as she pushed on the back of his head with her powerful foot and mashed his face to the ground.
“My name is Zadi.
She pushed his nose into the ground. “I could kill you where you lie. Don’t fuck with me!”
“These are my people.”
“Let me up…we can talk about this.” He tried to talk.
“I can’t do that.”
“Why?”
“Because the tribe expects me to punish you.”
“I’m here not to harm you or your people,” Ed pleaded.
“Then what are you doing here?”
“I told you, exploring.”
“Why, so you can steal our resources?”
“No!”
“Enough talking!”
“What are you going to do, kill me?”
“Maybe not, Morgan, if I can convince the tribe you’re no harm to us. But on the other hand, I could just keep you here as our slave.”
“But my people would come looking for me. They know where I am.”
“But they won’t find you.”
He didn’t bother to ask what she meant by that last statement. “What are you going to do?”
“First, you must stand up. Come on,” she said as she leaned down and once again grabbed the man by his armpits and easily lifted him to his feet.
She faced him and looked him up and down “You can’t stay like this.”
“Like what?”
“Clothed.”
“What do you mean?”
She took the first button of his short sleeve white shirt out of it’s hole. “It is required that all men be naked,” she announced as one by one she completely unbuttoned him. She drew the wings of his shirt out so his chest could be revealed.
“I like men with hairy chests Ed,” she smiled. “You’re much too good looking to do away with just yet.”
Zadi pulled the shirt down his arms, but it wouldn’t come off since his wrists were bound. “You interest me Ed. I don’t usually take my time this way. You’re not the first man we’ve captured here.”
Then she untied his wrists so she could pull the shirt off. Thoughts of running went quickly through his mind. “It would not be wise to try to escape!” She said with warning eyes. He gulped. His thoughts of escape were dispelled when he thought of how strong she was. Besides, the tribe would just run him down again.
She retied his wrists.
He watched her intently as she moved her hand to the single button that held up his khaki shorts.
“Let’s see what’s in here shall we.”
She unbuttoned him, unbuckled his belt and drew the zipper down. The material slipped immediately to his knees revealing his raging hard-on which tented his underwear.
She smiled at the sight. She touched him. He grew harder.
“Not a bad dick for a white man Morgan.”
He didn’t even mind when she referred to him by his last name. Here he was, a scientist standing in front of the most gorgeous woman he’d ever seen and she was having her way with him. There was nothing he could do to prevent her from hooking her fingers in the waistband of his briefs. Her eyes lit up like stars when she saw his naked male member.
“That’s a mighty thing you have there Morgan. Maybe I’ll keep you around as my slave,” she said with a leer as she looked at his swollen member while tossing his removed garments in the corner.
“Spread your legs!” she ordered. He had no choice but to obey. She tantalizingly ran her fingers over the head and down the shaft to his testicles. He closed his eyes, accepting the exquisite feeling.
“I know you want to fuck me, don’t you Morgan?” she said huskily.
“Yes Ma’am,” he replied throatily.
She removed her hand from his organ. “Open your eyes!”
Her large globes were right there in front of him. He wanted to kiss them, lick them, but he didn’t dare. She played her fingers around her breasts, touching her nipples to hardness.
He gulped.
Then she moved her fingers down her belly. Slowly she lowered the white cloth from her loins. Ed’s cock took another leap.
“You like this Morgan? You want this?” she teased.
His mouth hung open and didn’t utter a word, but she knew.
“You must be worthy Morgan.”
“Worthy?” he asked huskily.
“You must earn my pussy Morgan.”
His voice trembled,”How?”
A dribble of cum appeared. She wiped it off with her finger and tasted it. She smiled.
“You taste good Morgan, but you must be punished first. If you accept it, then you get my pussy. If you don’t, it would not be good for you!”
Ed Morgan’s scientific mind quickly calculated the situation. It was a no-brainer. “Yes Ma’am,” he replied in a voice of resignation.
She then picked up a long piece of rope, drew it around his neck, made a loop, pulled it tight, and held one end.
“Come on,” she commanded as she forced him to follow her out of her hut. The tribal women cheered as they saw their leader leading the naked white man toward the punishment area. Ed felt mortified. She lead him to a wooden oblong table that was about three feet off the ground.. She forced him to bend over one of the long ends. She untied his wrists from behind his back so she could pull his arms toward the other end of the table where his wrists were pushed into roped loops in each corner and tightened snugly, which forced his body to lie across the table with his behind dangling over the edge with his toes barely touching the ground.
Then she reached up and took a wide wooden paddle from a hook attached to a tree. When the other women saw it, rhythmic clapping began. Zadi leaned over and whispered into his ear. “That means they want your punishment to begin Morgan.”
“That’s great,” he thought ruefully. At this point he began cursing his bosses back in Virginia under his breath for sending him on this expedition. He didn’t know which was worse, getting manhandled by this amazon or being spanked naked in front of her tribe.
Those thoughts were interrupted when the sturdy piece of flat wood landed squarely in the middle of his buttocks. The force of the blow startled him as a loud cheer went up and the discomfort was immediate. The humiliation of being spanked in front of these women made it worse. A matching smack landed to another boisterous cheer, but he held on. He wasn’t sure how much of this he could take, but the woman was determined to find out as she continued. The intensity of the blows swelled and eventually his stoicism was broken. She was definitely getting to him. His clamorous complaints were only drowned out by the loud applause after each smack had landed.
She then leaned down to whisper in his ear once more. “ Keep your mind on the prize Morgan.”
The tall, muscular tribal leader began again with hard, continuos strokes.
He began to thrash around on the table top, while his face showed profound distress as the tribal women urged their leader on. His butt was on fire and he wanted her to stop but he was determined to accept this woman’s punishment.
Finally she relented but not without an admonishment. “You should feel lucky Morgan. This could’ve been far worse!”
“Some comfort!” he thought. Ed Morgan, the geologist, was lying naked on top of this hard wooden table with his butt on fire and a group of mostly naked women cheering on their leader. He was in total agony. Yes this indeed could’ve been worse, but he wasn’t thinking about that right at this moment.
Zadi then loosened the ropes around his wrists and allowed him to stand. His glistening backside as well as his dangling manhood could be seen by all the women as their leader lead him back to her hut. The afternoon entertainment was over.
She allowed him to lay on his stomach to ease the burning sensation. Surprisingly, she retrieved some cool coconut milk and began rubbing it on his scorched derriere. He stirred and looked up at her quizzically.
“Just shut up man, and accept this.”
Despite the hurt coming from his backside, her soothing touch in it’s place once again stirred his animalistic feelings. She then laid beside him on the mat. He reached a hand out and cupped a breast. She didn’t turn away. At this point he didn’t care if this woman enslaved him or did something worse. He wanted her!
When he laid on top of her she felt soft and large underneath him. He could see the wantonness in her eyes and he bent his head down and touched his lips to hers. Their tongues intertwined. Their passion soared.
He’d had other women before, mostly one night stands and he was always the one in charge. But this woman was not allowing him to be the dominant one. She slipped out from underneath him, flipped him on his back and straddled his hips with her powerful legs. Her body, made up of mostly muscle, easily controlled his movement. She leaned down and ground her lips to his. Then she held her mammoth breasts directly over his face and smothered him. She forced her nipples one by one into his mouth. He had no choice but to suck them, which drove her to sensational heights.
Then she grabbed his rigid cock, held it up and placed her sopping pussy directly over it. She slid down until he was fully impaled. He had long forgotten about that brutal spanking this lady had delivered as he pushed his pelvis up to meet her downward thrusts. He looked at the ceiling of the hut as she began riding his cock into ecstacy. He reached up and caressed her spongy mounds that were bouncing up and down on her chest. Both of their passions were rising fast. Sounds of unadulterated desire rose to an overwhelming conclusion as she bounced up and down until she let out a deafening shriek that was surely heard throughout the grounds. His seed emptied deep inside her as all of his pent up tensions rushed out of his body and she collapsed on top of him.
The two of them laid in each others arms and languished in the serene aftermath.
**
Two hours later, Ed Morgan felt a tap on his shoulder, which woke him from his peaceful sleep. Zadi’s beautiful face smiled at him.
“What’s happening?”
“I’ve decided to let you go Morgan. You told the truth. You are of no danger to us.”
“You mean you’re not going to do away with me or keep me as your slave?”
“No, I want you to go back to your country and tell them never to send another man here!”
“Why should I do that?”
“Because as I told you, you got off easy.”