It had been 8 months since we started at the mission in Papua New Guinea, we were loving our work with the children at the school and the small communities as a whole. We had integrated well into the village and I think loved by all.
After my initial experience with Michael the leader of the local gang, I had been able to have semi regular catchups with him. The sex was great, he managed to treat me with respect and as a lady that liked a good fucking at the same time. Obviously I had to service some of his men occasionally which I liked especially when they fucked my mouth and pussy at the same time. It was like I had two separate lives, one extremely conservative the other sexually charged.
My sex life with Peter was a bit Mundine, to the point of it being nearly non existent. Luckily my visits into the jungle were able to partially satisfy my urges.
Peter and I decided to visit one of the outlying villages to encourage more enrolments for the school. It would involve driving for about 4 hours on a very average track into the mountains. We planned to stay in the village overnight.
We packed our overnight bags in the old land rover and headed off, first on a narrow sealed road then onto a dirt track. I was wearing my usual shorts and hiking boots and a white blouse. It was only Peter in the vehicle so I opted for no bra, I found the bras uncomfortable in the hot steamy weather.
My full voluptuous breasts pushed against the cloth of my blouse. I undid a couple of buttons so I had a bit of cleavage as well. I don't think Peter even noticed, my body was wasted on him.
We were two hours into our journey, the dirt track had disintegrated into a series of potholes surrounded by jungle. We had made good time considering the road.
As we drove we were hit with torrential rain which is quite common in the hills. We continued for a bit until we came onto a small branch across the track. We decided to wait until the rain cleared before removing it and proceeding.
We had been sitting for about 10 minutes the rain still pouring down when figures emerged from the thick foliage. Before I had time to react and lock my door, my and Peter's door were wrenched opened. I was dragged out of the car and quickly surrounded by multiple men. I looked across at Peter for help but I could see he was being held.
Hands groped my ass first, then a hand felt my groin through my pants. I tried to resist but I had no hope of stopping them. I was now saturated from the rain, my white blouse basically see through. Hands grabbed at my breast. One of my buttons was ripped off so more of my cleavage was exposed. Some loud yelling occurred and the molesting lessened a little bit although one continued to grab my ass.
Two of the men then ransacked our vehicle removing our luggage and anything of value.
Our hands were tied with rope in front of us. They then pulled us along the track then into the jungle. As we started walking I turned back and saw the branches were being removed from the road and our vehicle was been driven away.
Peter and I couldn't talk as there were a number of men in between us as we walked single file. The men were black natives obviously from the area, there were 8 or 9 of them. All were between 30 and 40 or so I guessed, they all had the look of hardened men. They were talking in a dialect that I had never heard before.
Every time Peter or I spoke to them they retaliated by pulling on the ropes harder and yelling at us in angrier tones. Peter continued begging for us to be released, that only caused him to be thrown to a ground and kicked. I could see he was in pain.
We walked for about an hour until we came upon what appeared to be an old small mining site. There were a number of small tin huts still standing. The rain had ceased at the stage. I was walked into one of the small huts, my hands lifted above my head and tied to a beam that was part of the ceiling.
I was pretty sure Peter was taken to a hut further away, he yelled out a couple of times then went quiet. After about 20 minutes passed one of the younger men walked in. I was shocked to see a iphone in his hand, he walked over to me and removed my long black hair from my face. He then adjusted my blouse so my breasts were nearly exposed. He then stood back and took my photo, what the hell I thought.
He looked at the photos on the phone, then looked up at me and laughed. He moved towards me, I was terrified. He looked straight into my eyes, his right hands reached inside my blouse and felt my breast. He gently squeezed my right breast until the nipple was erect.
"Ahh you like that whitey." He said staring at me, I looked away from his gaze.
"Hey whitey, we make money and have fun too." He laughed as he dropped his hand and felt my crutch. He then turned and walked out, about 5 minutes later I saw him on a motorbike slowly ride out of the camp.
About 20 minutes lapse and a solid built ugly man came in, he walked in and untied me from the beam. He then sat me down on a dirty rug covering the concrete base of the shed.
"Sit, and rest for now." He ordered.
"Yes Sir." I answered, I knew I had to keep them happy.
He grunted and walked out, shutting the door behind him.
I could see through the holes in the shed that it was getting dark quickly and that there was a large fire in the middle of the compound.
Some food and a large jug of their local alcohol brew was brought to me.
I was starving so ate all the food and tried to drink most of the alcohol, it wasn't the best but being intoxicated might not be the worst in this situation.
Probably an hour passed and I had drank all of the brew, my head was spinning a bit from the potency of the brew.
The door to the shed opened and one of the men came in, he helped me to my feet.
Without a word I was lead to the fire. There was about 10 men in total standing and sitting around the fire, eating and drinking. Then to my horror I saw Peter standing tied to two upright posts, his hands tethered to each post. Thankfully he appeared to be unhurt. He looked at me, helpless.
A large man approached me, he towered over me.
"We have some fun hey teacher, you dance and strip for us." He ordered. I knew it wasn't a request but a order. There was some music playing from a small cd player.
The crowd gave a roar at his order.
He stood back and sat in an old lounge chair.
I started to sway with the music, not really dancing but moving with the beat.
I pushed my hair back and started gyrate a bit. The alcohol was helping me move to the music. I started unbuttoning my blouse, slowly a button at a time. My blouse was now open, still slightly covering most of my breasts and nipples.
