by King B
With each jab, little by little, Julie’s passage was starting open up in surrender. With each passing second, her vagina was becoming more and more welcoming and submissive to the intruder.
Throughout Julie’s struggle, unknown to her, a strange feeling of being intoxicated was gradually accumulating in her body and mind. By the time she herself noticed it, the sensation was already shrouding her mind while relaxing all her muscles. With it, she was slowly starting to forget about all the distresses and worries until her dazed mind started focusing only on the pleasure.
Now Julie was clearly grunting with each thrust; this time, with more emphasis on the unwanted pleasure. She knew it wasn’t right, but her body was having none of it. Her body was now trying to convince her mind to accept the pleasure.
Then she felt it. With each thrust that threatened to sink in further, sending sparks throughout her whole body, something hard had started to bump against her clitoris.
As if on instinct, Julie sensed something major was about to happen, but didn’t have a clear enough mind to think about it. Automatically, her hands went to the chief’s shoulders as if they were trying to stop him, and bent her knees and brought them up to dig her heels into the clay floor as if she was bracing for something that was about to happen.
The chief felt his first bump starting to make contact with Julie’s stretched and taut opening; he had finally made significant progress. With her unbelievable tightness, he had to work hard to get to this point. He realized Jack had told the truth about outsider women not being physically equipped to take big cocks. He thanked the witch doctor and the medicine she has given. He kept hitting the embedded stone against her clitoris while making sure to avoid pushing hard enough to push it in; with experience, he knew how important the sliding in of the first bump was important when a woman tastes her first tribal-dick. He wanted to make sure that, with or without the aid of the medicine, the pale woman get hooked on his manliness.
All of Julie’s senses were now concentrated on the big cock that was defiling her. As much as she hated it for invading her innocence and pride as a wife, she thanked it for making her feel something she hadn’t felt in her whole life. She knew it wasn’t right to be grateful to a dick that was raping her, but something was making her feeling it.
Seeing Julie’s pale skin taking on a pinkish hue, the chief knew his victim was starting to become properly aroused, and it was time to introduce her the first bump: the one he had earned from a solo boar-hunt.
Julie felt the thrusting pause for a moment and felt relieved for a moment; she was being pushed to an edge she knew she shouldn’t fall over. The chief pulled his cock out until the crown was resting against her opening ring from inside and then, with a deep grunt, he speared his cock into her depths. While her still unconditioned walls experienced a sudden expansion as the large cock head speared through them, flicking her now erect clitoris, a bump slid into her body. The sudden invasion stopped only when the second bump pressed firmly against her clit, and the first bump that had invaded her, stopped against one of her sweet spots while deliciously pressing on it.
Right then and there, Julie was pushed over the edge and experienced an orgasm; the first ever one of its kind. Fireworks flashed in her vision as her eyes-rolled-back, and with gritted teeth and a shuddering body, she got lost in a sensory-overload, forgetting every worry in the world and concentrating on savoring the incomparable bliss.
When Julie finally came down from her orgasmic bliss, she realized the thrusting had stopped. Julie lifted her head and assessed the situation. he had invaded her innocence by extra two inches in one big, sudden thrust. During her orgasm, she had involuntarily wrapped her long legs around the chief’s waist, and her hands were wrapped around his neck, pressing his head hard onto her breasts.
Smothered between Julie’s breasts, the chief was looking at her with a smug smile. It was the first time she had the chance to get a good look at his face; there was nothing attractive about it. His matured age was clearly showing through his wrinkled, flat face and was missing few of his stained teeth. Disgusted by his face, she put her head down and, through the haze of confusion in her mind, wondered why she had such a shameful reaction to being raped by this repulsive man; it didn’t make sense.
With growing shame and guilt about having an orgasm with her rapist, Julie started loosening her arms and legs that were wrapped around the chief. When he felt Julie loosening her limbs, he once again started the thrusting, causing her whole body to tense and while moaning loud, tighten her long limbs around him once again.
With the chief resuming his lecherous offense, Julie’s mind once again went haywire; it was as if she was being possessed by a sex-crazed, shameless woman. The strange feeling intensified as the cock that was invading her, entered a depth where she herself had no knowledge of; the vaginal walls in that area were being stretched and opened up for the first time. As the thick pole sank deeper into her body, the consciousness of a faithful and proper wife sank deeper.
The chief also noticed the added resistance in the passage as he was trying to sink in further. Through experience, he knew he was now probing at a virgin territory. No man had ever tasted this part of her body; an untouched, unclaimed territory.
Even Sam hadn’t experienced this part of her; his tool wasn't long enough for that. Julie felt as if the chief was claiming her virginity all over again.
It was then Julie felt as if someone was whispering inside her mind. In a feminine, husky and tempting voice, It was saying things like she’ll never be the same girl again, that she was now about to become a proper woman, that this monster cock was going to make her realize, even after the wedding night, she had always been a girl, and It was going to give her an experience only a woman could experience.
Aided by an unknown force and using the intense pleasure her body was experiencing, the inner-voice was skillfully seducing Julie. It was urging her to let the guilt and conscious sleep down and let the voice guide her through the true initiation of her womanhood.
As Julie's mind felt burdened and tired of guilt, shame and pain, the inner voice's invitation started to become more and more inviting and convincing.
Then, a hard hit on Julie's clitoris from the chief's second bump ended her inner struggle; a clear winner emerged.
Julie tightened her legs around his waist, lift up her hips up and let the inner voice speak up, “Come on, make me come, please make me come again. Make me a woman, make me a woman.”
Julie the girl couldn’t believe she was saying such vile and unfaithful words, but Julie the woman meant every word of it.
The chief knew he had succeeded in conquering this exotic beauty. When she had her first climax, he felt like a king, but with her second one, he felt like a god; he loved how her long limbs wrapped around him like a vine wrap around a tree. When she tightened her legs to raise her hips, and in pleasure, shouted out something while looking at the roof, he knew he had won the war; It was time to taste the spoils of war and feel like a god many times over.
Suddenly, The chief felt Julie’s stubborn and resisting walls starting to welcomingly open up; he realized, at last, the birthing potion was starting to take full effect. He increased the strength of his thrusting and felt her virgin territory being deflowered slowly but steadily. Then, while moaning in lust, she also started thrusting back with her hips and aided him in spreading open her insides. He looked at her unfocused eyes and wondered if she had succumbed to the binding spell and lost her mind. Now, with his third bump starting to hit against her clitoris, he couldn’t care whether he was destroying her mind or not. All he wanted was to breed this rare flower.
For another half an hour, the small hut was filled Julie’s lustful moans and gasps as she lost the control both mentally and physically. Once in awhile, a guttural, shaky moan was heard as each new bump went past her opening, pulled out an orgasm from within her. As the carnal fire burned inside her, combined with the high temperature inside the hut
, she was pouring out sweat. while leaning on his elbows, The chief was also heavily sweating and was dripping onto the woman he was conquering. Most of it dripped onto her shaking breasts and ran along her curves, ending up on the clay floor beneath them while some got absorbed by the dress that was bunched up around her waist.
A helpless husband
Sam opened his eyes slowly and blinked few times to get used to daylight. When he looked around, he found he was in an unknown hut, and an unknown young native woman and Jack were beside him.
It took some time for Sam to remember what had happened. In his foolish attempt to go deeper into the jungle, he had accidentally fallen onto a poisonous bush and barely remembered how he stumbled back into the hut and told Julie about it.
When Sam remembered his wife, he tried to get up, but Jack prevented it.
“Hey, hey, take it easy, Sam. You are not fit enough to stand yet. It’s best for you to rest now,” Jack said while gently pushing him back onto the sleeping mat.
“Where’s Julie?” Sam groaned, feeling pain all over his body.
“She’s back in your hut. She was here the whole night and wanted to stay, but the shaman sent her back,” Jack said.
“Shaman? But I thought we were excommunicated from the village,” Sam asked questioningly.
“Well, things worked out. It’s nothing for you to worry about now. Concentrate on resting,” Jack said uneasily.
Sam detected Jack’s sudden change in expression. He felt something was amiss.
“I want to see Julie, now,” Sam said firmly.
“She’ll come to see you later, Sam. Now sleep,” Jack said, trying to calm Sam down.
Without a warning, Sam pushed Jack aside and stood up. He was still groggy and his legs felt wobbly, but the feeling of danger to his wife gave him an adrenaline rush.
“Sam, stop!” Jack went after him while Sam ran like a drunk man.
A minute after Julie’s fourth orgasm, the cock head reached the end of her passage. She groaned loud when the hard intruder hit the end and realized there were no more undiscovered places in her; her innocence had been robbed completely. Then, the chief changed the angle he was thrusting, effectively changing the direction he had been invading her. When the penis head bumped her cervix for the first time, her usual moans turned into small squeals. The chief also stopped the thrusting when he felt her cervix.
Julie raised her head to see how much of the six bumps she had taken in. There were two more bumps still visible from outside; she had accepted about ten inches of the monstrous phallus. “Six bumps” was what she used to identify the chief before, but as she experienced orgasm after orgasm, “six bumps” became the name of the hard phallus that was bewitching her. The important thing was, it wasn’t the chief; even under the unnatural arousal, she refused to accept him. Her new naughty friend was the monstrous cock that was turning her into a woman. Like a tumor, the Chief was something that was simply attached to it. She was happy about being able to accommodate as much as ten inches of it before she reached her physical limit. She felt proud as a woman, but at the same, in the back of the head, was thinking why the hell she was thinking about such silly, immoral things.
Julie was a bit confused when the chief knelt while being careful to not change the position of their fused genitals and pushed on her thighs as if he wanted her to release him. As she loosened her legs, the chief unwrapped her legs and placed them on his shoulders. Since he was short, Julie was able to bend her knees over his shoulders and let the back her of heels rest on his back. Then he wrapped his hands around her full thighs and straightened his thighs while kneeling on the floor. This elevated both his torso and her lower body while pressing the tip of his cock hard against her cervix while extracting a very feminine sob from Julie.
The added pressure on the gate to Julie’s womb incited a painful pleasure and a tingling itch was starting to envelop her cervix. She wondered, after completely claiming her innocence, was there anything else left of her virtue to be stolen.
As if answering Julie, the chief tightened his grip around her thighs and started ramming her cervix with his battering ram. He pulled his cock out until only the head was inside her and thrust in until it hit hard against her cervix; this was a whole new level of sensation for Julie. She couldn’t tell what was more intense: the sharp, sweet pain that came from her under-attack-cervix or the bumps that were sawing back and forth through her clit and g-spot. It was so intense, her blue eyes-rolled-back to show the white and she started grunting like a wild animal in heat.
When Sam got near to the hut, he heard something like a rhythmic, grunting bark of an animal. He had never heard such an animal and thought it was strange for such a large sounding animal to come into vicinity of the village.
The closer Sam got to the hut, clearer the sound got. When the hut came into view, Sam saw that there were two tribesmen with spears guarding the door to the hut. He kept on running while wondering what was going on. When he got closer, the sounds were getting much clearer and realized the sounds were actually coming from inside the hut.
The original sound was now accompanied by a sound of heavy breathing that went along with the barking sound, and a flesh slapping sound that was in rhythm with a deep, throaty, grunting sound that once in awhile gave way to a high-pitched squeal.
The realization hit Sam on the head like a hammer. That grunting, heavy breathing, and squealing sounded Just like coming from Julie if, for some reason, she was being made to make those sounds. Even when they had sex, the most that came from Julie were soft moans and refined feminine sighs. So it was hard to imagine the Julie he knew could even make those unrefined, untamed noises.
Still, Sam was intelligent enough to realize that his wife was being raped inside their hut. The reason he had run here while barely having enough strength to stand was because his instinct told him this could be happening.
Automatically, as any husband would do, in hope of rescuing his wife from the attacker, ignoring the presence of the two men with spears, he desperately ran towards the door. Seeing him charging, the two guards pointed their spears forward and prepared for a confrontation. When he was just about two feet from the spears, Jack managed to catch up, tackle him and stop him before he got killed by the guards; even a scratch from those poisoned spears would have been fatal for weakened Sam.
While on the ground, Sam screamed, “Julie!” while his eyes became blurred with tears as Jack dragged him away to a safe distance.
“Jack, let me go, dammit. It’s my wife in there!” Sam shouted at Jack while being dragged away.
“Don’t be stupid, Sam. They are waiting for you to give them a reason to kill you. Having two guards at the door only means it’s the village chief in there. You know what is happening in there, and you’ll only make things worse for Julie by getting yourself killed now. That woman is going through this to save your stupid ass and how do you think she will feel if you get yourself killed like a fool now?” Jack said and knew those words would hurt Sam’s pride, but a shock like that was needed to stop him from foolishly killing himself.
As much as it hurt, realizing the truth of Jack's harsh words, all Sam could do was to cry while noticing the slapping sound didn’t miss a beat during all this commotion and was even speeding up little by little.
In the hut, Julie’s whole body violently rocked back and forth as the chief let loose a barrage of long, hard thrusts into her most sensitive place. As her mind went off to a place of total bliss, as if in a dream, she had faintly heard Sam calling for her.
As the chief continued his battering on Julie’s cervix, his precum got soaked into the hard muscle ring of the cervix and started to loosen up. When the chief felt her cervix was starting to give in, with one brutal thrust, he buried his shaft into Julie until he hit the back of her womb.
As her cervix gave way to the thick meat pole, followed by two bumps, the penis head slid in and hit the back of her womb. At the same time, she felt two more bump
s slide in through her vaginal opening. She had thought she has reached her limit as a woman but was proven wrong as the six bumps sank in deeper into her. In the first place, it was unbelievable enough that she was able to accommodate ten inches of such thick man meat into her vagina, but opening up and letting him enter her womb was beyond any explanation. From what she had learned, a cervix wasn’t supposed to open up unless during a childbirth, but the impossible was happening, and a man had just entered her most sacred place: a place reserved only for motherhood.
Julie couldn’t figure out what was real and what was fake. Now, all she could think was about the unbearable pleasure while being pried open to her very core. Even if she had known that six bumps was secreting a secret chemical that was fooling her reproductive organs to prepare for a childbirth and open her birth canal, in the face of the ultimate pleasure her body was being deceived into as a side effect of the forbidden spell, nothing would have changed what was about to unfold.