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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…