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A Submissive Lost in the Jungle Part 2 (Amelia Stark)


A Submissive Lost in the Jungle Part 2 by Amelia Stark

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PART TWO
Conditions are appalling, and the treatment is barbaric, in the prison camp where Kate is taken. She clings to the belief that one day her lover, Jasmine, will come to her rescue. Life in the camp is harsh. The female inmates have to work all day, pushing and pulling carts filled with logs. Naked and tethered to the shafts of the wagon, she has to slog all day and put up with incessant cruel treatment.
At night she has to entertain the wealthy political prisoners who are given privileges, so long as they keep paying the guards. Kate is one of the perks and soon finds the guards have got a busy schedule arranged for her.
Kate’s torrid story continues, as she is trained and readied for sale. This story has explicit descriptions of sexual acts and punishments, so is only suitable for mature readers over 18.

Product type: EBook    Published by: Amelia Stark's Erotica     Published: 5 / 2018

No. words: 31272

Style: Sex Slavery / Training, Male Dom - M/F

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1. Joining the group.

I was relieved to be led away from the cages, but knew that sometime in the future it would be my turn to be humiliated and forced to act like an animal. How long I could stave off the terrible experience remained to be seen, but I was going to try and behave myself and lie low.
The lieutenant held my upper arm as though he was afraid I’d run away. In fact, it was because he was a bully and took every opportunity to brutalize the female prisoners; and I was no exception. Wearing just a short smock and loose shorts, I was having to slowly jog to keep up with the long striding, tall Chadian officer.
He led me to the women’s section and over to a young soldier who was wandering among the female prisoners. A couple of groups were seated on the bare earth, while others were lined up, tin plate in hand, waiting to get their food.
The slim soldier stood to attention. “Corporal Oyono, this is the replacement for Romy. Her name is Asta…”
The young man studied my dishevelled appearance. “Where did she come from, Sir?”
“Lucy’s team brought her in. Another fucking tourist from the look of it. Hook her up with the transient group and hurry them along. I want this rabble locked up by eight o’clock.”
“Yes, Sir, I’ll take care of it.”
The lieutenant released my arm and walked away to speak to another soldier. The corporal wagged his finger in my face. “Everything the Lieutenant told you applies to me.” He tapped the handle of the flexi-baton hanging from his belt. “If you step out of line, I’ll thrash your dumbass. Got that?”. He also had a truncheon and pistol hanging from the other side, but thankfully no ‘bitch prod’.
“I will behave myself, Sir…”
He grabbed me by the throat. “I don’t need a fucking goby bitch on my team. ‘Yes sir’ is all I want to hear.”
“Yes, Sir,” I croaked.
“How old are you, bitch?”
“Nineteen…”
His eyes lit up. Thankfully, he released my neck, but then pushed my shoulder. “Get in line for your food and then you can join that group.” He pointed to a group of four girls sitting on the ground.
The thing that struck me the most, as I waited in the queue of silent women, was that I didn’t look out of place. I guessed that I was younger than most of them, but my clothes, my filthy skin and my demeanour, matched the rest of the inmates.
Five women, probably in their late twenties, early thirties, were standing in a line behind a collapsible table, dishing out the food. There was plenty of rice, barbequed meat and fruit on the table and the women before me took as much as their small tin plates could carry. There were no utensils, so I had to pick up the meat and rice with my fingers under the intense gaze of five sullen women.
“Watch your step with Oyono,” the last woman whispered, as she handed me a banana and a ripe mango.
The corporal was hovering a few feet away, so she was taking a risk speaking to me. I followed him back to where four young white and black women were sitting cross-legged on the ground. They had formed a circle around a pile of chains and were sitting quietly, eating their food.
“Move,” he said, kicking one girl in the side of her butt. “Make some room for this wigger. She’s replacing Romy who’ll spend the night in the pens.”
Two girls moved and made enough room for me to sit down. The corporal wandered round the circle and then headed back to the food table. Four morose, blank faces gave me the once over and then returned to their food. I started eating, hoping I’d have enough time to finish my meal before something else happened.
The temperature had dropped into the eighties and the sun was flirting with the tops of the trees in the distance. The conditions were idyllic, reminiscent of a holiday I spent in Thailand. Even the food was on a par with the hotel where I was staying.
As I began chewing the first piece of meat, I closed my eyes and felt tears begin to flow down my cheeks. I was a broken woman and feeling bitterly sorry for myself.
“No point in crying bitch…” I opened my eyes to find the girl sitting next to me had spoken the soft words. She had a look of distain on her face.
“I can’t help it…”
“One day we all gonna die, girl, but today, we’re alive.”
I blinked at the girl, surprised by her thoughtful point.
“I don’t feel alive…” I muttered.
“You won’t get no pity from us, kid. We’ve all been through the pity stage. Now you’re in our group and if you don’t pull your weight, we’re gonna kick your butt until you do.”
I wiped away my tears and took a deep breath. “I’ll try my hardest…”
“Keep your voice down,” the girl on my left hissed. “The guards will stick the boot in if they hear us talking.”
We continued eating and took the opportunity to size each other up. Between mouthfuls of food, the black girl opposite me, on the right, introduced herself.
“My name’s Candida Ahanda, but everyone calls me, Candy. The guards have nicknames for us all, so we all use them now.”
The black girl sitting between us was called Fanny, changed from Funya. Janice was Jan and Sasha, Sash. I told them my real name, Kate Walker and the shortened version, Asta, and explained about my heritage. Being British seemed to resonate with the group and I felt the tension ease a little.
The others sat silently while Candy told me the way it was. “Every man in this camp is gonna want to drill your holes, girl; and most of em will, if’ you’re in here long enough. The officers are the meanest motherfuckers and the other soldiers are the most corrupt. When they’re not boning one of us, they’re selling our holes to the boys over there…” She hooked her thumb toward the male inmates.
“Do you mean the labourers?”
“They’re political prisoners, but lord it over us.”
I tugged on my filthy top. “Their shorts are in better nick than our gear.”
Candy chuckled. “That’s cos most of the men are from wealthy backgrounds and have money stashed away. The guards run a tab and collect at the weekend, when we’re all in the sties.”
“Sties… That’s an awful place to put us.”
“Have you seen the cages yet?”
I nodded. “Don’t they have people inspecting the prison?”
The girls laughed, but there was no mirth in their reaction.
Candy shook her head. “This place doesn’t exist as far as the outside world is concerned.”
“So why do they put us in the cages?”
“They can spare plenty of soldiers during the week, but they only man this inner prison with a skeleton staff at the weekends. There are only two, or three guards, so they put us in the sties, like animals in a fucking zoo.”
I gasped. “How long has this been going on?”
Candy shook her head. “Fuck knows, I’ve been her three months…”
“Oh, my god!”
Sash, on my left, leant closer. “I’m guessing you’re younger than any of us…”
“I’m nineteen…”
“Fuck, girl, what are you doing in these parts?”
“I was with a friend, Jasmine, whose family lives in Waza, in the national park…”
“Is she black?” Candy asked.
“Yes, but she escaped and is out there somewhere.”
All the girls looked around as if they’d see her hiding somewhere.
Fanny touched my arm. “Escaped? From the mercenaries?”
“Yes, but they said they’d hunt her down,” I said miserably.
“They will, Asta, if she sticks around. Don’t hold your breath if you think you’re going to be rescued.”
I listened to the girls explaining how the camp was run. They told me about the male prisoners and how they were kept separate, accept for the morning and evening meals.
“When word gets around that your teen pussy has arrived, those boys are gonna be bidding high…” Candy looked over her shoulder. “Old Oyono hasn’t started negotiating yet, but he will.”
I suddenly felt queasy. With the other four girls being in their twenties, it was a sure-fire fact that I would be picked on.
“Do the officers condone such a practice?”
“Such a fucking practice?” Fanny echoed my words.
Sash grabbed my arm. “Most of the officers aint here between 8 o’clock and six in the morning. They don’t give a flying fuck, so long as we’re all present and accounted for when they return.”
“Where do they go?”
Candy provided the answer. “This camp is like a carbuncle on the edge of a huge chunk of government land. The river to the south and west, plus the tributary to the east and north, form a natural island. This place is deliberately kept isolated from the main property, which houses a research facility and living accommodation for about twenty scientists and fifty soldiers. We aint supposed to go anywhere near that place, but we end up there every weekday, either tending to the grounds, or helping them test one of their new drugs.”
“They usually pick one of the older girls to experiment on, for fear of losing our young pussies,” Jan added, to clarify the point.
“You mean there are accidents…?”
“Sure. Several have gone in there and never returned.”
Of all the things I had heard, being experimented on was one of the most appalling. I couldn’t believe that I had landed in such a nightmarish situation; and I despaired at the way the four young women had acclimatized to the awful conditions.
I kept an eye on the corporal while I ate my food and witnessed him wandering across to the male group and chatting with one of the other soldiers. When they looked in my direction, I nearly choked on my banana.
“What’s the matter, girl?”
“The corporal is chatting with one of the guards over there.”
“Don’t be surprised if he fetches you later. Those boys are gonna want to take a look-see at your ass before they part with their cash…”
The thought of being paraded in front of a bunch of lecherous young men, like a slave, made me feel sick. “Do they pick on everyone?”
Fanny shook her head. “We’re the ‘A’ team, girl, which means young pussy to those niggers over there. They aint interested in the older girls, unless we’re busy being boned at the institute, or entertaining the officers.”
She was painting the blackest picture possible. The girls appeared to accept me into their group, but I got the feeling they thought I was going to relieve the pressure on their bodies, by diverting the men’s attentions away from them.
“Aren’t we supposed to transients? The Lieutenant said they were going to sell me.”
“They’ll try in the next auctions they hold,” Jan explained. “I’ve been in two, but no one bought me.”
“They need more girls our age before they hold another one. Us six aint enough.”
I looked around. “What about the others?”
“Nah, they’re all political prisoners. They’ll rot in here most likely.”
Candy lowered her voice. “This is the perfect place to hide a group of girls like us and then put us up for sale. Fuck knows what’s going to happen to us.”
I had so many questions I wanted to ask, but the corporal was approaching, so we had to cut our chat short. Everything I had heard depressed me, but at least I wasn’t on my own any more…


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Amelia was born in Hertfordshire, England, and now lives in a beautiful country setting in the midlands. Working from a small cosy office and with only the occasional company of her pet cat, Amelia weaves her stories, morning, noon and night. She entered the literary world on a notion that she could write more interesting stories than she was reading; and thinks she has succeeded in her goal. An avid reader of BDSM, erotica, horror, science fiction and detective novels, Amelia is determined to bring some or all of these subjects into her own work and hopefully thrill her readers.
All of her work belongs in the BDSM category, but she has written in a wide variety of niches such as Urban, Interracial, Pony-girl, Puppy-girl, thriller and adventure. Her most popular books to date are the Hijack series (3 books), the Frisky series (3 books), the Husni series (9 books) and the Caged & Transported series (8 books/4 compendiums); but there are many more in the library to choose from. 45+
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Amelia Stark's Erotica is a Publisher of BDSM and Erotica stories. All the work is written by Amelia stark, although her work is split between 4 pseudonyms. Her own, Tor Melati, Laura Sinn and Tabatha Wild.


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