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Collected by Djian
updated dec 6 - 2009
WARNING:
This story is fiction, and should be treated as such. The following story is
for the entertainment of ADULTS ONLY, and contains descriptions of explicit
sex. If you are not an adult, or reading sex stories upset you, DO NOT read
any further. If it is illegal in your location, DO NOT read it.
The Jungle Bunnies
By Seezinhai
Seezinhai@yahoo.com
Deeep Sixxx was the hottest recording act in the world. The all-girl group had managed to release over a dozen top forty singles in barely two years. Their pop sound infused rock, country, rhythm and blues, with just the smallest dose of hip-hop to keep it all contemporary.
Boston - had soft red hair and a really strong scottish accent. She stood at five three, making her the shortest of the group. Her vivacious laugh had become a group trademark.
Malibu - was an athletic blond who often choreographed the groups dance steps. Her ass has become popular fodder for the late-night talk show circuit.
Jersey - was a brown haired honey who grew up in the housing tenaments, across the river from Manhatten. She always chews gum and is quick to stop any perceived threats to her own self satisfaction.
Ontario - was a tall Canadian from the countryside. At six feet and four inches, she towers over the rest of the group. Despite her overt sex appeal she is very much a tomboy. Her long hair is a slight dirty blond.
Lexington - is a southern belle with small town charm and extravagant tastes. She comes from a wealthy background and is known for constantly changing her hair.
Jacksonville - is a sexy latina with jet black hair, a full foot longer than the others. A true extrovert, she loves nightclubs and is almost always barefoot.
The girls were all packed into a shining private jet and were flying across the Atlantic. It was the second leg of the latest tour; on board were them and their entourage. Including the pilot, their were twenty-one people aboard their "flying party". Their was the six girls all, twisting and bending to super-loud rap music. Their lawyer Justine Vaughn; a world class criminal defense attorney, who only took the gig for the added fame and fortune. Their manager "Hippy" Freddy Holzman and Agent Lily Hampton. Hippy and Lily tried as best they could to handle calls on their cell phones. Slightly annoyed at the rambunctious bunch; but amused enough to handle the spoiled brats' shenanigans.
Along with the girls' were their personal assistants, Jeff and Donna. The remaining people were the band, their sound engineer, and the co-pilot. This airborne caravan had endured the excesses of fame and fortune and were all 'ridin' high. Each show was bigger than the one before it. Hong Kong, Macau, Tokyo, Shanghai, Seoul, Singapore, Jakarta...and that wasn't counting the first leg in the states.
The girls of Deeep Sixxx had hit all their cues both on stage and off; (Not counting Jersey's arrest in Chicago). "Hippy" Holzman had made certain that they made every show date, prompt and prepared. Their ultra-powered lawyer: Justine, took care of the money. And, Lily kept them in every paper and 'zine possible. As their two assistants popped bottles and fresh jars of cavier at twenty thousand feet...the 'girls' were on top of the world!
" Rio, here we come bitches! "
" I can't wait to break out my latest, hottest bikini...my painted, bare stank ass! "
" Ipanema, Copacabana; sand, sun and hot brazilian cock! "
They all cheered and played with each other like listless kittens. The assistants and the band drinking and yelling, just as heartily. The diva's private jet was crossing the Atlantic, enroute to Brazil. As the liquor was slowing the ladies down, the jet dipped fast. The entire crew found themselves smushed against the roof briefly.
The pilot righted the jet and everyone fell to the floor. The pilot made an announcement on the intercom. Lily, a den mother at heart; attempted to soothe the now shaken gang.
For a moment the jet flew smooth through the air before it began to shake..
" KRWBOOM, GRUNKCH!! "
Immediate screams sounded inside the cabin and hushed all attempts to remain calm. Hippy folded his laptop while Lily made a call to the cockpit. But, it didn't take a rocket scientist to figure out what had happened; an engine had blown.
" Attention everybody, attention; please remain calm. We have lost one of our engines, as you may have heard. And our other one has begun to sputter due to turbulence. We will not be able to make it to Poco International. It is still four to five hours away. I believe that we will be able to descend an island though the landing may be rough. Please remain calm we should be their in under five minutes." The girls excitement turned to hysteria as they all screamed in off key high-pitched wails.
"Now everyone, he says he can land this thing. We'll be a little worse for wear but, we'll just have to arrive in Rio a day late.", Lily explained. She was assuring herself as much as the entourage.
The pilot and co-pilot managed to glide the plane; despite the other engine's failure, moments after his announcements. The passengers began to say private and public prayers as the island made it's way into view.
The sleek jet glided into and crashed onto the island. The serenity of the tropical wasteland was quieted by the explosion of metal components. On the tiny island, the wreckage was gigantic. Once on the ground their were even more screams and tears. Lily Hampton, the agent; made an assessment of the damage. She stood unevenly inside the cockpit, looking out into the tree lined wilderness. Both pilots were dead. Quickly, she slapped a couple of the bandmates into consciousness.
Slowly, they began to exit the jet. The members of Deeep Sixxx were shaken up but uninjured. Lily Hampton and Justine Vaughn quickly went about counting heads and restoring some order. Jeff and Donna were instructed to pull out whatever necessary items were still inside. Two of the band members assisted..
" Where is Hippy? ", shouted Lily.
" He's dead...I saw 'em....he wasn't moving. ", Boston shuddered.
By night fall, a small camp was made along the outer edge of the jungle. Justine had managed to email colleagues in New York. The nervous showbiz crew was starting to shiver, despite the few salvageable blankets and wardrobe. The girls were all wearing three layers of their clothes along with their blank stares.
Left alive of the 'flying party' ; was the ladies of Deeep Sixxx, Jeff and Donna; the assistants, the sound man, three of the band members, with Lily and Justine trying their best to pull them all together. A third of their entourage had died in the crash.
"...their heroes...those pilots...", a sullen Ontario surmised.
" Yeah, none of us would have made it if not for them...", Jersey added.
" We'll make it, it's only a matter of time...", Lily Hampton concluded.
The group nodded in agreement.. A small prayer was in remembrance of the fallen and to hope for their rescue. Donna and Jeff began to prepare some food retrieved from the wreckage. Lexington and Malibu jumped up to assist them.
" You guys's assistant status is on hold for now..." smiled Malibu.
The group of fourteen ate the hodgepodge meal and began to sing a few tunes. Not hip pop records but soft ballads of struggle and reflection. Lily continued to use her cell despite the rest having given up on getting a signal. The bass player embraced Lexington while the lead guitarist clutched at Jacksonville. Jacksonville and the guitarist began to softly kiss each other.
" Oh my god....Jax, Lex; you guys have one track minds! " Ontario chided.
" A man that can create fire is a definite go...", Jacksonville said.
Everyone laughed heartily hoping to disguise the stark reality of their situation. Within a half hour, the exhausted entourage was fast asleep around a small fleeting fire.
In the middle of the night...
The rumble of footsteps awoke the bassist and drummer. The two awoken Lily who in turned nudged Justine. As the sultry professional rose her eyes bulged.
Standing before them was a group of people dressed in native garb. The men held sharpened sticks and the women carried satchels over their shoulders. The others of the wrecked jet party all began to awake and gasped at the sight of the native tribes people staring at them. They began to talk amongst themselves in another language.
" ...is that Spanish, Jax? " asked a nervous Lily.
" ...maybe Portugeuse..." said Jersey.
"...that's not any shit I've ever heard. ", Jacksonville mumbled.
Jacksonville said a greeting in Spanish, but this did not garner a response. The natives were now encircling the entourage. Lily used hand gestures in an attempt to communicate with them. Still no response. Next Justine walked to them displaying a wad of cash from her wallet.
" help, airport?...Brazil?..." , Justine yelled. Suddenly one of the native women approached. The men all drew their wooden spears to their chests. At this point Donna; one of the assistants, interrupted Justine.
" Wait, I was in the Peace Corps. Just outside of Bogota, about five years ago. You have to speak softer, once they realize we are not a threat, they will help us. "
" Threat, shit, they can see the fuckin' burnt up plane. " shouted Jersey.
Donna slowly approached the woman. The native woman was wearing only a satchel and a long piece of cloth across her waist. She was shorter, smaller than Donna but very muscular, masculine even. Donna meanwhile was wearing two layers of clothes with a large slice of pizza in her hand. She extended it to the woman as they stood isolated between the two groups..
The native woman sniffed at the pizza as Donna's face brightened. She smiled and attempted to talk to the native. But in an instant, the native swung back and slapped Donna across her face so hard it knocked her unconscious to the sand. Several of the tribes women nodded at the impressive strike. The guys in the band attempted to intervene. But were met with the phalynx of the tribesmen.
As everyone looked on, the native woman caressed Donna face. Donna snored loudly her chest heaving up and down. The woman then spit in Donna face. Next she began to pull off Donna's shoes.
" ...now, wait, no, we don't want any trouble!.. ", shouted Justine, as she began to kneel.
Before anyone was able to coerce sympathy from the tribespeople, they began to converge on the entourage. The five men with the entourage attempted to fight them off but unarmed they were no match. Chaos ensued as the natives jabbed at the guys while the women natives attacked the ladies. The first native woman continued at Donna's limp body which began to roll back into consciousness. The woman pulled off Donna's socks and both pairs of pants she was wearing. Her large coat and her jacket were also removed. By the time the men of the entourage were subdued; Donna was stripped completely naked.
The woman pulled out strips of twine from her satchel and quickly tied Donna's ankles and wrists. Two other women wrestled at the buxom Ontario, who fought hard to not be taken to the ground. Jersey tried to fistfight with one of the women but was knocked down by another out of view. Before long the women of Deeep Sixxx found themselves all kneeling before the tribe. The bassist, drummer and guitarist were killed by the spears. The other two men left, were the engineer and Jeff the assistant.
Lexington and Justine; the lawyer, began to cry loudly. The lead woman slapped at Donna's naked ass as she know lay on her stomach. The subtlely sexy assistant, coughed and spit out sand from the surf. Repeatedly she slapped at Donna's ass. She popped at the bubbly cheeks of Donna's while pointing at them all. It wasn't long before the women figured out what the natives wanted them to do.
Screams spread across the beach as the women were buck naked and bound at the ankles and wrists. One by one they were all hoisted onto large bamboo poles and carried into the awaiting wild. Each had been slapped at and displayed bright red handprints about their buttocks. The two men were bound only at the wrists and left clothed. Justine. the high priced lawyer; Lily, the agent extraodinaire; Donna the firm and toned assistant; and the ladies of Deeep Sixxx, were now all struggling animals. Each carried by two tribesmen, each now gagging on soft mud which had been packed, full, into their mouths.
The hip songs of superstars replaced by the muffled grunts of captive game..
Along the route the tribe pasted by a large mud pit. Here, the nine women were dropped onto their naked backs and asses. The bamboo poles were removed and one by one, the members of Deeep Sixxx were dragged by their ankles into the pit. Their bodies were now floating sluggishly inside the mudbath. The native women made certain to slop mud onto each and every inch of their exposed bodies. Jersey, Ontario and Boston were virtually drowned by the women accosting them. The women giggled at the sight of the helpless girls sloshing around, naked and moistened.
The tribespeople talked to themselves as the girls coughed on the mud flooding their mouths. One native woman made certain to smack mud square onto their eyelids. Malibu looked on in fright as the woman blinked exaggeratedely to demonstrate. Finally the blond soprano closed her soft blue eyes shut as a wad of mud splashed about her eyes. Lexington squirmed and winnied like a horse as mud was dumped throughout her hair.
Jacksonville managed a brief scream as another woman firmly pressed mud onto her feet. As the native lifted her legs high by interlocking her own finger's with the sexy latina's toes; her head fell under the mudline. The sound engineer and Jeff sat ringside, spears at their their stomachs.
Once their were all caked with mud their were each carried out of the mud, by the men.
The men placed the poles back between their twine restraints. They made sure not allow the mud to smear against the ground by keeping them suspended on their shoulders. The native women began to pull out oddly coated twigs from their satchels.
A native woman walked up to each of the celebrity girls and shoved a twig square up their butts. The mud acting as lubricant.
Beautiful squeals gurgled under the mud gooped inside their mouths. Justine the proud attorney tried her best to clench her anus shut. But with a little force the twig still smoothly slid into her tightened rectum. Afterwards another slop of mud was jammed along the cracks of their asses and the slits of their pussies.
Deeep Sixxx were now blinded and discomforted by the mud. While the pain of the weight of their bodies slung on a pole made the hottest celebrities of the world; jiggling, gurgling, jungle bunnies.
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