Tropical
Punishment
Disclaimer: Although this may sound
like the case of hikers on a certain countries mountain top, especially a
British Girl named E Hawkins, it does not related to world events.
No country is mentioned and no
disrespect to any culture or nation here.
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One step...two step...and three.
"I did it" I exclaimed finally reaching the mountain top.
"We did it!" Jean-Claude,
the French-Dutch guy next to me said and we raised our arms together in
triumph. The view from the several thousand feet high mountain top was beyond
incredible. Misty clouds all over and in some corners, we could just pick out
the lush greenery below.
"Come on," Jean-Claude
yelled, "let's do our celebratory move." He suddenly then lowered his
track suit, revealing his boxers and lowered them slightly. The few other men
in my hiking group did the same. "Come on, Cathy," they yelled.
"Excuse me, please stop. This is
wrong. You are disrespectful," the tour guide who led us interjected in
heavily accented English. His 'wrong' came out as 'wong'.
"Screw it, we can do anything we
like," yelled one of the guys.
"It's called freedom of
speech," added Jean-Claude.
As the men shouted out such words, I unzipped
my parka, pulled off my shirt and lifted up my bra. Yes! I thought. Freedom!
About forty-five minutes later, our
whole group was back down the mountain via another shorter route. Instead of
the other tour guides there, several police man were waiting. Two of them step
forward suddenly and grabbed my arms. "Hey! What's this!"
"Arrest," one said in a
thick accent. "Naked."
"Hey! It was just a bit of
relaxing! Hey!" I cried but they pulled out cuffs and locked my wrists
behind my back. The rest of my group was treated similarly despite their own
protests. Bundled into a van, we were all driven to a run-down police station.
I was escorted out, fingerprinted, a photo taken and only then was I uncuffed
and pushed into a cell. Inside was a hard mattress and two other ladies,
dishevelled and mumbling to themselves.
As I sat down, I thought back at what
had happened. The tour guide must have informed the police of our actions. Ok,
I didn't really go nude and it wasn't exposed to anyone else but ourselves.
What's the problem? Then another voice told me that I was now under arrest in a
foreign land and would face trial and possibly jail. I would have to serve
time, interrupting my university studies. I would have a criminal record, something
that would hinder me in getting a job. You are in big shit, girl....
"Guard! Guard!" I held on to
the cell bars and called. A female guard finally came. "Please, let me see
someone." She didn't understand. "Please," I used the local
dialect I picked up, "see boss? I want to see your boss?" Finally,
she nodded and a few minutes later two more guards came. I was brought out,
back in cuffs and then led to a room with a chair. Forced to sit, they
disappeared and minutes later, a tall, dark-haired men with long sleeves came
in.
"Catherine Hanks," he read
out from his folder. I noticed immediately he had a different accent, almost
European. "You want to say something?"
"Please sir, let me speak to
someone from my Embassy," I started.
"They will come in a day or so.
You know this island is far from the mainland." He turned around to leave.
"Please sir, I'm very sorry for what I did." He didn't turn around
but muttered, "tell that to the courts."
"Please sir," I started
pleading. "I don't want go to prison."
He turned around and raised his voice,
"do you know what you just did!!!"
"I'm so very sorry," I
started pleading, wishing the cuffs could come off. "I didn't respect your
laws. I..."
"You showed no decency and it’s
not just our national laws. That mountain is owned by the tribes and you have
hurt their ancestral feelings."
"I'm sorry," I repeated,
although not really believing the tribal stuff. "Is there anything I can
do to skip and apologise personally? I really don't want to go to jail."
"You have money?"
"Uh...no," I realised. That
option is out.
"Then there's nothing..." he
paused. "There might be something," he suddenly added.
"What is it?" I tried to
smile but the cuffs made me produce a grimace instead.
"I can take you to the tribe and
they will meet out their own form of non-financial punishment on you.
Afterwards, you can go free and out of the country."
I pondered for a moment. "What
sort of punishment?"
"I even as a police officer have
no idea. The tribes here each have their own laws."
I felt silent. "I don't have much
time. Your choice--go back to your cell and wait or take your chances with the
tribe."
I quickly decided, "I'll go to
the tribe." I can't be that terrible can it? He nodded then lifted me up.
Told to be silent, he escorted me through a side corridor to his car. Still
handcuffed, he drove for about another half an hour until we reached a small
field. Outside, he blew a short whistle and yelled in some strange words.
Immediately, several men dressed in only grass 'skirts' and heavily tattooed
appeared. One of them came forward and the officer spoke to him for a while.
Finally, he uncuffed me--thank goodness!--and remarked. "This is the head
Tribal chief, Chief Whang."
I decided immediately to bow down and
said, "Chief, I'm so sorry I showed indecency and disrespect to your
mountain and your tribe." The officer translated and the Chief sounded a
bit angry in his reply.
"Chief Whang demands you take his
punishment. I will escort you to translate but cannot and will not
interfere." Suddenly, some of the other tribesmen came over and yanked my
arms behind my back. "Hey! Hey!" I cried as I felt them tie coarse
rope around my wrists and elbows. "What's this?!"
"Your punishment." I cried
more but soon I was bound at my ankles and knees, before they lifted me up and
carried me deep inside the jungle. After a few minutes, I found myself in
another clearing were even more tribal men and women, some of them barely
covered, were waiting. In the middle was wooden pole. I was dragged towards it
and then more rope surrounded me, binding me to the post. The tribesmen then
parted and the Chief approached, something in his hand.
"He says to open your
mouth," the officer translated. "Why....mmmph!" Some rag was
jammed into my mouth. I had played cops and robbers with my brothers before and
often got tied and gagged by them, but nothing as complex as this. Next, the
tribesmen and women formed a circle around me and then started chanting.
Although I had zero idea what they were saying, I could guess it wasn't a happy
song. Suddenly, they all extracted wooden sticks with sharpened metal spears.
"Huga!" They chanted, pointing the spears at me. "Mmmmph!"
I cried, thinking they were about to stab me. This continued for another half
an hour, the spears coming closer and closer...
Finally I was released from the pole
and the officer undid the gag, giving me a drink. "That...was damn
scary." I exclaimed. My ropes were also undone and I assumed it was over.
"No, it's not," the officer replied. "The Chief said that's just
beginning."
"Beginning?!" I exclaimed.
"Be silent and respectful. He
said since you like to show off yourself, take off your clothes."
"WHAT?!"
The chief reached over and smacked me.
"I...sorry," I said. "But I thought..."
The Chief gave me an angry stare and
moved closer. "Please, I thought it was to show respect. I..."
"Take off your clothes, Miss
Hanks. The Chief's word is final. You can leave your underwear on." Red
with embarrassment, I did so, revealing my black bra and blue thong-like
knickers. I tried to immediately cover my naked self but once more my arms were
bound behind me.
"Open," I was ordered and
something silky like was jammed into my mouth before the cleave gag held it in.
This time I was dragged into one of their huts where there was some home-made
wooden table. My hands were re-tied to the front legs of the table and my
ankles to the back, effectively pressing my body flat down--oh my boobs!
"Whmmmgommmph?" I cried.
"You're about to be
spanked." SPANKED?! Suddenly I felt a terrible sting against by bum.
"Mmmmph!" Another came and I cried out through the stuff gag. My
parents had never spanked me as a child so this was entirely new and terrifying
to me. The chief continued to spank me a total of only ten times but as he did,
I somehow felt a sensual feeling down there. Oh my gosh...
The spanking over, I thought I was
going to be released but once more my hands were bound behind me. That's it but
no, suddenly I felt them attached a shorter rope to my bound wrists. That was
pulled through my anus, exactly across my crotch and tied to a belly rope. "Whdmmmymmmmpph,"
I suddenly lost balanced and fell, feeling my clit being immediately
stimulated. "Mmmmmpph...." I cried as the first wave of orgasm came
and hardly resisted as the men tied me in a hogtie. The crotch rope--I've read
about it but this was the first time I experienced it--continued its work of
stimulating me. As the men looked at me, I wondered if this was really a jungle
tribe or if they were trained in bondage...
Finally, what seemed like hours later,
they undid the ropes--the crotch rope being the last. By then, my knickers were
soaked with vaginal secretion and sweat. As they undid my gag, I gasped seeing
that it was my other pair of knickers that was stuffed in my mouth.
"How...how did that get there?" I asked. There was no answer as the
officer handcuffed me once more after I dressed. "Hey, is this
necessary?"
"Yes," was his only answer.
As I was brought back to the car I kept questioning him about the knickers.
"Shut up," he said and before I knew it, my mouth was tape gagged.
Stunned and quiet tired from all the bondage, I gave up resisting as he drove
off. Just over two hours later, we reached the local airport. I was finally
released, and miraculously, he handed me my passport and baggage. Everything
was there. Well almost everything. "Here," he tossed over my soggy
underwear. "Get out and I don't think you're welcome back."
A day later, back home, I pulled out
my toy handcuffs which I still kept from all those years ago. Using parcel
tape, I stuffed one of my undies in my mouth, taped my lips and cuffed my own
hands. Smiling silently, I laid back, noting all that was missing was the
crotch rope.
The End
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