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KAJAL AGARWAL'S TRIBAL EXPERIENCE (Contd.)

Kajal sat on the rock, with her back leaning on the tree. The bark of the tree was slightly uncomfortable for her but she didn’t mind. She was so engrossed in her lustful feelings that she couldn’t bring herself to worry about some damned bark that was rubbing across her soft back. She spread her legs and pulled her skirt right up to her waist.

Her vagina was exposed to the chilly breeze. Kajal kept sitting, feeling the wind ruffle up her soft pink pussy lips. She licked her lips in lust and put her hand between her thighs and felt her moist pussy.

“uhhh” she sighed gently.

Slowly, she started rubbing her vagina. Her middle finger and ring finger were joined together and they moved in a rhythmic fashion, massaging her pussy lips. Kajal closed her eyes and felt the pleasure surging through her body. Her entire body was warming up in the heat of the passion. Lifting her head a little, eyes closed, Kajal kept rubbing her vagina.

Slowly, gently, she increased the speed.

“Aahhh”

Her vagina was secreting more and becoming more wet by each passing second. Kajal’s lewd passion was climbing higher and higher up an imaginary ladder. With her right hand rubbing her pussy, Kajal’s right hand moved inside her top and found her breast. She gently squeezed her own breast as she masturbated. Her fingers found her own nipple and she twirled it between her fingers, pinching it and squeezing it with the right amount of pressure. Her body shivered in pleasure and instantly, her vaginal secretions increased by a good amount.

She wished she had a man with him. Her mouth longed to suck something and she slid her own fingers into her mouth and sucked them like she was sucking a dick. Her nipples were completely erect. She would have loved to have a man stroke her pussy lips and finger her to orgasm before pushing his dick inside her and giving her a second orgasm…taking her to the heaven.

But she had no one with her. At this time, her fingers were her most faithful servants.

Kajal rubbed her vagina faster.

“Aaaaaaaaahhhhhh fuckk!” she squealed.

She could feel her vagina juices spraying a bit, with the way she rubbed her pussy lips. Kajal bit her lips and kept rubbing. Pleasure was spreading through her body, travelling all over, through her nerves and her blood, perhaps.

 

Unable to take it, she slowly slid her middle finger inside her cunt.

Her finger penetrated her pussy lips and moved inside her, sliding easily inside the wet cunt. She began fingering herself, moving her finger in and out of herself. Her mouth was open and her eyes were closed, in pleasure, as her head was looking up at the heaven…her back arching as she was leaning on the tree. In fact, saliva drooled out of her open mouth and she was oblivious to it.

Her body felt like it was on fire. The heat of her passion was coursing through her body and she felt warmed up and comfortable in the chilly breeze that was blowing on her body. She began finger fucking her pussy, harder. Her thumb was pressing and massaging her clitoris. Her other hand was grabbing her breasts inside her top and squeezing them hard, like a man would squeeze a female’s breast.

Her pussy juices were spraying on the soil around her as she kept finger fucking herself. She now inserted another finger inside her cunt and fucked herself faster and harder.

Kajal’s body was shivering as she began moaning louder.

“Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhh Fuckkkkkkkkk fuuucckkkkk!”

She was trembling in supreme pleasure. She knew she was about to orgasm soon. It was coming to her. Kajal could see her orgasm crouching before her, advancing on her with each stroke she gave herself inside her pussy. She knew she was going to orgasm like she had never orgasmed before.

PCHIT! A sound of twig breaking shot out across the woods like a gunshot!

Kajal opened her eyes and looked around her, startled. Rubbing her drooling mouth and hastily pulling down her skirt, she turned in every direction and searched for the sound that interrupted her moments of pleasure.

And then she saw it.

Crouching behind some trees, they all moved into plain view.

Four men. All around her, in four different directions. They were all dark and were of different body sizes. One was tall and another was short. One was well-built while the other was chubby and fat. They all wore the same attire. A thick mesh of yellowing dried up leaves and sticks covered their crotch. Otherwise, they were pretty much naked.

How long have they been here? Had they watched what she had been doing all along?

Kajal stood up from her place, trembling. “Who are you?”

They didn’t answer. They moved forward towards her.

“Hey, who are you? Don’t come forward!”

They kept coming.

Kajal tried to run but she collided directly into the path of the tall man and he grabbed her, throwing her back into the soil with a good display of strength. She sat on the soil, her heart hammering against her ribs, trembling in fear, watching these men surround her.

Her eyes began tearing up. “Hey, what do you want, tell me? Please let me go.”

The well-built man answered.

(In reality, it was a local tribal dialect of Kannada that they spoke. Kajal could understand it slightly and respond in the little Kannada that she knew. But for reader’s comfort, I’m writing the dialogues in English.)

“You trespassed into our territory. Now, Come with us!”

Kajal whimpered. “No, wait. It was a mistake. I didn’t know.”

But they weren’t ready to listen. The three other men grabbed her and pulled her up. They started walking and dragging her, with the well-built man leading the group. Kajal tried to struggle and pull herself out from their grip. But she was a lean woman and they were quite strong. Their grip was powerful and she couldn’t escape. Kajal cried and tried to kick them.

Nothing helped.

She was dragged on and on…slowly, she resigned to her fate and began walking along with them without struggling. Her eyes were shedding tears. Her heart was fluttering fast and her body was trembling. The stench that came from these men’s bodies were very overwhelming for her.

She glanced into the distance and saw several huts…

To be continued…

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Keep the thread running
Get Kajal tribal gangbanged and bukake by whole tribal villages Mercilessly
Tribal get her some herbal medicines which increased her slutiness and release milk from her boobs
Tribal banged her for nearly one month.After this event she became complete slut and join  a brothel in secret and became a high class randi to satisfy herself
This is my suggestions
Rest depends upon you You are keeping the pace of story very well Use your imaginations Good luck

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Kajal Agarwal's Tribal experience (Contd.)

Kajal was being dragged by the four men. She tried to struggle but she only ended up losing her slippers as she tried to kick them. The men didn’t even move a muscle. They kept walking strongly, pulling her along the uneven forest path. She slipped many times, unable to keep up with their speed. But they kept pulling and dragging her as they walked towards the huts in the clearing of the forest.


“Let…Me… Go!” She screamed, to no use.

At one point, they threw her down a slope and she went hurtling down in full speed, her body rolling in the grassy slope. She came to a stop at the bottom and sat up, breathing hard in adrenaline rush. Her body was shivering and she was covered in some soil, pollen and mud.

But in a few quick seconds, the men climbed down the slope and reached her, their hands grabbing her and pulling her up. She was being pushed forward and she kept walking.

Kajal stumbled down the forest path and walked on. The huts were closer now.

She had no idea what these men had in store for her. Did they see her masturbating under the tree? What was she thinking…masturbating in an unknown place? She should have stayed with her film crew and masturbated inside her caravan. Perhaps, she should have had sex with some of the film crew men. That would have given her more pleasure than this. Now she was being hauled by some tribal idiots who were planning on doing something to her for trespassing their territory. And, she had a really good idea what they were planning to do.

They reached the huts. Now, she could see several men and women standing outside the huts, working. Some of the women were making some sort of pottery. They were all wearing a bikini type of dress. Tribal leaves mesh covered their breasts and their crotch. But those weren’t enough to cover them completely. Some of the women had their big breast protruding out of their dress with their dark nipple exposed.

Men were practicing archery and fighting each other, trying to perfect some tribal martial art. They were wearing the same dress her captors were wearing, except that the warriors seemed to hang some bones as ornaments to their dresses. And as they jumped to fight each other, their penises were exposed and they swung wildly.

Children ran out, chasing each other and giggling. They were all completely naked, even the ones that seemed greater than 10 years of age.

They all had dark skin complexion. Kajal radiated with glow in her fair skin while compared to those tribal people. She didn’t know if she must be happy about it.

As they saw Kajal, they all stopped their work.

They stood in silence, watching her pass by. The men looked at her eerily, their eyes scanning her body from the bottom of her skirt to her hair. The women grabbed their children and pulled them inside the huts as if Kajal was an evil spirit who could possess the kids. Something told her that she wasn’t going to have a good time here.

Breathing hard, she walked on, led by her captors. She realised that they were taking her to the largest hut in the cluster. It probably belonged to the chief of these tribals. Kajal wondered if she could convince him to let her go. After all, she was able to understand their language and communicate with them a bit. If there had been a language barrier, she shuddered to think what her situation might have been.

They stopped in front of the hut and pushed her inside.

Kajal hobbled inside, almost stumbling on her skirt. The action ended up pulling her skirt lower. She could almost feel her pubic hairs slightly poking out of the top of her skirt. It was a dreadfully low-hip dress now. She couldn’t adjust it as well, since the men were grabbing her hand.

There was nobody inside the hut. It was large inside with mostly open space. There didn’t seem to be anything inside except for a quiver of arrows, a long bow, some ropes and some mud pots.

The three men looked at the well-built man, as if looking for orders. He seemed to be the leader of this tiny group.

The well-built man spoke. “We’re going to get the Mukhyastha.”  

Kajal realised that the Mukhyastha meant Chieftain in Kannada.

She whimpered. “Yes, get him, please. I need to talk to him. You people got me here by mistake.”

“It was no mistake. You come into our territory, our precious spot and defiled it.”

“Defile it? No …I didn’t…”

“You defiled it with sex!”

Kajal opened her mouth to retaliate but then understood what they meant. She had walked into their “precious spot” and masturbated there right before their eyes. Of course, she had defiled it. She knew there was no point in arguing.

“Sorry…” She mumbled, her face blushing.

The man wasn’t listening. He signalled to the other men. They walked to the far corner of the hut and brought a rope. The well-built man heaved her to the center of the room where, Kajal realised now, a big shaft was running across the ceiling.

“What…are you going to do?” She uttered out.

The man replied in a deep, angry voice. “You no escape!”

With a strong grip, he grabbed both of Kajal’s arms and pulled it upwards. The other men shoved a rope through the shaft of the ceiling and began tying Kajal to it. She opened her mouth in horror and struggled but she couldn’t escape. The men were tying her hands to the ceiling. She stood there, her armpits exposed to the world, her hand tied tightly to the ceiling.

She felt powerless before these men. Her heartbeat increased considerably.

The men left her tied up and exited the hut to bring their chieftain.

Kajal stood there, in the center of the hut, almost hanging from the ceiling by her hands. Her feet were barely touching the floor. Her body felt uncomfortable, covered in some amount of mud and pollen. She felt itchy in some places. She was breathing hard, wondering what was going to happen to her.

She wondered how she could convince the chieftain to let her go…

To be continued…

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