Chapter 1

NIGHT OF THE PIGS:

This story is about a missionary family who travel to a far away jungle tribe, and become embedded in their ritual called Night Of The Pigs.

The women (Mom, and 2 daughters) are subdued, and offered as sacrifice to the wild boar hog gods, and even more than that happens for sure!

Night Of The Pigs: A story of jungle tradition:

A story about a missionary family who arrive at a jungle tribes village and the females become the tribes offerings to the god of the pigs.

Now Louis43, and his wife Ellen40, and 2 daughters, Sara19, and Marie18, arrived at the tribes village after several days of solid trekking through the jungle with their guide Jungue, who himself was a member of the tribe, and had met them at the small town some 50 miles away after a long flight in a small prop plane to get them where Jungue met them, using a donkey that carried all their belongings and tent for them to live in.

Upon arrival they were reverently greeted by the tribal elders, and some of the older women who set out to show the females their cut out of the jungle.

Just slightly out of the way of the village and Jungue and other males quickly sat about to put up the military style tent and Louis helped with getting things settled in for the night.

After several days of setting up for many months of living there and having had used several of their water canisters as make shift bathing water being now atop trees and hose ran down to use for showering.

The females were surely ready to clean up and did so leaving Louis to haul water several times for all this.

All three women had finished their baths and retired to their tent to finish their hair and dress as comfortable as they could being in the surroundings they were exposed to now.

As Louis sat himself down to figure out some sort of sermon to be delivered to these indigenous tribal people, that truly had no aspect of any god or gods outside their own tribal beliefs and customs, as he heard little of the 3 women dressing and chatting to each other about what to wear in this god forsaken place they were exposed to.

But outside that tent the men tribal elders, were themselves having a meeting of their own, this was in fact to discuss the tribal tradition of the “night of the pigs”.

That they had for generations upon generations held every year to give to and hopefully appease the gods so they could have good hunting for the following year.

And with the new arrivals being in their midst they certainly were discussing what and how to get them involved as well.

So as everyone in the village sat at the eating tent that was used for the entire tribe to be fed because individual family meal practices to them were never even a thing at all.

And as they all sat and ate the days, gatherings and catching’s, the 3 women seemed to be on edge, about how they were being looked at and over by not only the females of the tribe but the males seemed to be really looking them over!

After a couple days of this uneasiness and the women expressing to Louis their father and his wife Ellen telling him they felt as though the men of the tribe were lusting after them and that he should go have a talk with the tribal leader about this.

Which Louis had told her that she should go pray for redemption, thinking such evil sinful thoughts.

His wife Ellen had a pure gut feeling all these horny tribal black men lusted for her and worst of all for her daughters.

She saw how they eyed them as they were about the camp though no advances by any of them, had been made at all, she damn well was uneasy about it all.

In fact the way Jungue had himself looked her over with that full intent that a woman just knows when a man is looking at her with sexual intent and he was sure as the devil eyeing her youngest daughter Marie.

And she was about to pack up her daughters and herself, and flee this place and her husband to do this missionary work alone.

At that time the tribal elders showed at their tent and Jungue being the interpreter now had asked Louis to come with them for a meeting of only the superior tribal men when the time warranted such.

And Jungue not wanting to tell Louis as yet that this meeting would be about the upcoming night of the pigs since his knowledge of the white mans world knew they believed in no such pilgrimage to anything outside of their Christmas and the American Thanksgiving he had witnessed when he was in the states to set up the coming of the missionaries to their village.

So Louis left with Jungue and the elders to attend this meeting leaving the 3 women alone in their tent now fearful of everything and anything to do with this village.

But soon some of the tribal women had arrived and so Ellen sat out to show them and vice versa the different clothes, styles, etc. that was for sure much different.

Ellen even herself had condemned herself for the thoughts she had as she had seen and encountered numerous tribal women and seeing their barely clad bodies which seemed to leave little to be seen.

No bras, No panties, nothing of the sort covered them except their leafy body coverings that barely even covered their loins and their breast and nipples right out in the open for all to see.

She wanted so to tell these women they could not dress like this it was a total sin in gods eyes to be exposed so openly as this and tried to think how she was herself going to talk to the women of the tribe about keeping their bodies concealed from the men’s full open viewing.

But several older tribal women now were in her tent offering her and her daughters a drink from a homemade looking bowl that looked to be cut out from some huge gourd but was certainly decorated with many hand carved figures on it indicating it was some sort of a ritualistic drinking vessel.

As the tribal women had shown to her and the girls to drink the strange looking liquid contained in the ritual bowl as they then used a cup made from some other strange jungle fruit or guard.

And offered it to Ellen who not being one to want to say no and be unfriendly in any sort of way, so she took a sip and after shaking her head to adjust to the strange and seemingly potent sourness flavor as the tribal women gave her a nod to drink it all so she consumed the cup of liquid.

That seemingly had her taste glands in an uproar like this was drinking a cup of pickle juice in a way but had a strange sort of calming fruity flavor.

While the tribal woman then went to her daughters and they all drank this potion as well and soon a calming, sort of feeling came over them all, as the tribal women gestured to them to sit down and they all sat around trying to do the best they could to relate to each other mostly using hand gestures and such.

Louis on the other hand was now sitting all the elders of the tribe who were dressed in what had to be ritualistic attire their faces painted in odd patterns and their costumes were of bird feathers and their body coverings from that of what had to be the skins of the pigs they had often hunted for food to feed the village.

As Jungue was explaining to Louis, that they were about to give offerings to the hunting gods, of their cultural beliefs, and that he and his wife and daughters were invited to witness, and join the tribal ritual.

Explaining to Louis that there would be an elaborate food celebration and tribal dance, and such and Louis and his family would be sitting with him and the tribal chiefs and elders at the ritual.

The women of the village had already given the three women their potion of love as it could be termed.

It was a mixture of many plants the villagers themselves only had the recipe for or even knew exactly what plants and what amount were needed in this high powered elixir just given to the women.

Very potent alright and sure made any woman want to fuck anything.

In fact it was used in the tribe as a potion to help the frigid women of the tribe become very sexually active so as to keep their tribe maintained.

And it certainly wasn’t long at all until all three women were acting more squirmy and were becoming a bit tipsy from the elixir as the Mom was really now starting to feel her oats, per say something she’d seldom had any mind thought of.

Now it was becoming a full blown, mind and body take over.

And the girls fared no better at all.

The oldest of them was now nothing more than fully thinking her pussy needed attention and damn fast!!

It was like a volcano inside her little belly building pressure and heat beyond anything she’d ever experienced in her life.

The middle of them was beside herself as well feeling exactly what her sister, and Mom were feeling as they all seemed to look at each other full of absolute unadulterated desire to have something put out that burning bubbling lust overcoming them all now.

The tribal women now grabbed them saying in their language: “How the drink was now fully working.”

As they grabbed the women up and helped them out of the tent and led them down a small pathway to a spot that had 3 large rounded out tree trunks made into what appeared to be a very primitive form of a bathtub.

The three women’s minds were foggy with all their bubbling mind consuming lust as they were all undressed and placed into the very scented water tubs as the tribal women now began to wash each of them with different scented oils even making sure their hair was covered by it all.

Standing them up in the primitive tubs and rubbing the rest of their bodies down with it as well.

As their hands brushed along the women’s inner thighs, They all shuddered nearly loosing their balance as the intensity of the pleasure from just that overcame their minds trying to say oh what are you doing to us!!!

What is this for but that was awash-ed with the complete desire each felt.

They were to far gone to now even care were taken now from the tubs and once again now led down another pathway back into the middle of the village. Up to some strangely shaped stumps.

Each of them was laid over one of their very own.

Just on their elbows and shoulders and placed there in total and complete doggy style.

The tribal women moved their bodies and asses this way and that, and placed mats under their knees, Cushioning them from the hard ground.

Then a much elder woman who was painted in many illustrious colors and odd shapes now walked behind the three and made a pointing motion as she mumbled some strange song chanting as if now the ritual was actually starting.

Other tribal women knelled beside each one of them, and reached rite out and grabbed their asses.

And spread them apart making their most secretive part fully shown, as their pussies were swollen with unbelievable puffiness, As if becoming like some animal now in full blown female heat.

The priestess now squatted behind the Mom, And using some strange looking primitive “straw” piece of what had to be bamboo, or some hollowed out wood like plant and shoved the straw deep into the Moms vagina.

Her head flailed up and she gave a gruntal screaming sound out and her entire body shook like an earth quake of huge magnitude as the elder woman fumbled with the long straw like strange instrument.

Then shoved it even deeper, Making the Mom go into total ecstasy now her head slinging about as her whole body shook even greater.

The elder priestess now leaned her head down and blew into the planted straw, sending what no one knows what substance up into the very end depths of the Moms pussy.

Suddenly she gave a wailing almost painful scream out and suddenly just fell very limply onto the carved stump.

Her body shuddered as her once well exclaimed words were no more than animal like gruntal sounds of total and complete lust.