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The Creature from the Dark River | sindermann | 9

 

Sandy knew that in this part of the country, the local women were taught that they weren't considered to have any personal rights over their bodies at all until marriage. The men weren't being malicious in what they had done, but it didn't ease the fact that she was now very sore, and that she knew that she could never tell her husband what had happened. She wasn't angry at the tribe, but definitely didn't want a repeat any time soon. Until she was out of the territory, however, she'd have to play by their rules.

Sandy shakily stood back up. She was in no condition to hike just yet. She saw several trails leading away from the village. She knew that the most important, well used trail had to the one leading to the river. The most obvious one, of course, was the one the men had just gone down. She warily eyed the remaining locals, mostly the old and the women.

One of them, a very busty ebony skinned teen wearing a simple woven grass skirt, walked up to her with a smile. Sandy didn't know what to do, so she smiled back. The woman could have been a model back in civilization with her large eyes, tapered waist, heaving breasts and curvy hips sitting atop long, smooth legs. She had what looked like some sort of thick lotion on her left hand that dripped lazily down her long, slender fingers.

The soft, warm hand of the girl slid over Sandy's throat and over her face, collecting the cum that was dripping off of her. Her other hand, Sandy was not surprised, snaked between her quivering legs. Sandy didn't resist as the girl slid her fingers in. She was now in a circle of women, she saw. The fingers felt, to her surprise, amazing! Warm, soothing waves filled her aching cunt as the woman worked the fingers in and out with one hand and continued gathering cum with the other.

Sandy's bit her lip as she saw the girl lick the gathered cum from her hand before continuing to massage the rest into her skin. She knew that the local women were "Gathering the Power" from the men's seed which was not to be wasted on a foreigner such as herself. She felt another woman's soft hands on her back, running up and down it slowly. A slender, lotion-covered finger slid slowly into her brutalized asshole. She gasped as it slid in, but soon the warm, soothing feeling spread from it as well.

 

what happens next?


          They usher her to her fate

 
 
 

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