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  Georgie of the Jungle

  J.A. Bailey

  Copyright 2012 ©J.A. Bailey

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  This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously and are not to be construed as real. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, organisations, or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

  Chapter 1: Lost and Alone

  With a groan, Georgina clambered to her feet and gazed around. A haze of greens greeted her and she rubbed at her eyes to clear them. As she stood, her head pounded and whirled. Pressing her palm to her forehead, she threw her hand out for support and grasped the rough bark of a tree.

  The haze disappeared and the sight of the thick jungle vegetation greeted her. Her stomach sank as she stared up the embankment that loomed over her. God knows how long she’d been unconscious. She listened carefully for any voices but only the sound of birds and the occasional monkey greeted her.

  The rest of the party was probably long gone by now. Who knew if they’d even notice her missing? Without her fiancé, Harry, accompanying her, there was no one in the tour group that knew her.

  Harry would realise soon enough though. He would come for her. Well, that is if he wasn’t too busy, she thought bitterly.

  Georgina eyed the slope she had slipped down. It was ridiculously steep with wild, gnarly trees growing out of it. She probably knocked her head on one of those. Lord knows she didn’t remember hitting the bottom of the slope.

  Wincing as her head throbbed again, she chewed at her lip. Should she try to climb it? Even if she made it to the top, she’d never find her way back to the hotel. Georgina had a notoriously bad sense of direction, something Harry loved to tease her about.

  Still, she might have a better chance of discovery if she was on the track the tour guides used. She shuddered at the thought of spending a night in the jungle.

  Though she had no way to tell the time, the sun shimmered brightly through the thick jungle canopy. It couldn’t be much later than midday. Harry would still be with his client. Damn, she should never have agreed to this. Take a break, Georgie, he’d said. Explore the world. Live a little.

  How’s this for living, Harry? Lost in the middle of the bloody jungle. She’d be lucky to make it out alive. What if a wild beast decided she would make a tasty meal or a…a snake, God forbid, liked the look of her?

  What Harry had failed to mention was that this was not to be a leisure trip for him. Georgina sighed. And she had so hoped they could have some time together. Between her mother and Harry’s work commitments, they were lucky to get any time alone. With the wedding looming, she really needed to talk to him.

  Gripping onto a tree trunk, she began the precarious climb up the embankment. The soil gave way underneath her feet and she squealed, clamping her hand around the tree until the bark bit into her hands. Taking a breath, she put another foot in front and continued the climb. That’s it, Georgie, one step at a time.

  Bloody Harry, this was all his fault. If she hadn’t been so bored at the hotel, she never would have signed up for this tour. Who wanted to trek around a hot, predator-filled jungle anyway?

  A hysterical laugh bubbled out of her mouth. Poor Harry, he was so occupied with work that he hadn’t even realised she was having doubts about the wedding. In fact, he hadn’t even noticed that she’d started faking her orgasms. Poor, poor Harry. Never realising quite why she had to sneak off for a nap every now and then, or have a long, long bath. He even heard her moaning once as she masturbated but he still didn’t twig. Thank God. He’d probably offer to help and then she’d have to pretend. Not once had a man made her come with his hands.

  The ground underneath her feet gave way again and she scrabbled wildly for purchase, wrenching her arm as she skidded over the ground. Soil filled her mouth and eyes as she cried out and the rough terrain cut into her skin.

  Skidding to a halt, Georgina pulled herself to sitting and scrubbed a hand across her face, spitting the dirt from her mouth. A wash of despair flooded over her and she sagged. What was she going to do? Should she try to find her way back? Always stay where you are and I’ll find you if you get lost, her mother’s voice intoned in her head. She snorted. That was all very well when she was a young girl getting lost on her stepfather’s estate, but this was the jungle.

  Wrapping her arms around herself, she took a proper look at her surroundings. Well, if she was to be here for a while, she should at least build a shelter…or something.

  Coming shakily to her feet, Georgina marched over to a tree and battled with a large branch until it came free. She stared at the branch in her hand. Great, now what? Oh, if only she’d paid attention when Harry was watching those extreme survival programmes.

  Lost in her imaginings, she didn’t hear the creature rustling through the undergrowth until it was nearly upon her. Spinning wildly, she thrust out the stick in her hand as her heart beat heavily in her chest. The end of the branch shook. What could it be? A tiger? A bear? She didn’t have a clue what lived in the jungle but she certainly didn’t want to meet it. Was it a snake? Please don’t be a snake, please don’t be a snake.

  A scream bubbled up her throat and dissolved at the sight of the creature that pounced through the greenery.

  Frozen, Georgina gaped at the wall of bronzed skin and muscle that greeted her. Her eyes traced over the man’s shoulders and followed the stark indents of his stomach, down, down, down to… She gulped. Bloody hell, he was completely naked. She tilted her head. And he was becoming aroused.

  Snapping her gaze to his face, she found the breath stolen from her as bright blue eyes met hers. His hair was a golden hue, tousled around his head. Though long, it was not what she would have expected from a tribal man and ended at the base of his neck, curling in the heat.

  He thrust his spear at her in a pointing motion and Georgina jumped back with a squeal.

  “Lost?”

  Georgina released a breath. “Yes, yes I’m lost. Can you help me?”

  He grunted. “Come.”

  Hesitating, she eyed the man once more. He had to be over six feet tall and had more muscle than she’d ever seen in her life. He was also most definitely aroused. Her cheeks heated as his cock grew under her scrutiny. Lord, she didn’t even know they could be that big! What would it feel like inside of her? Blinking, she snapped her gaze to his face. Where did that thought come from? She must be more sexually frustrated than she realised.

  If it embarrassed him, it didn’t show in his expression. Instead he viewed her with disinterest. Would she be safe with him?

  “Come,” he said again.

  Shrugging, she nodded. What the hell? Hopefully he would lead her to safety. He couldn’t be any more dangerous than the night creatures and she couldn’t stay alone in the jungle. She’d probably die of fright.

  The man turned and her eyes widened as his buttocks came into view. They looked as hard as rock, shining and taut. And hairless. Georgina frowned. In fact, all of him had been hairless. Her chest tightened and she fought the urge to grab at them.

  Still clutching her stick, she followed him as he pushed through the wilderness. Scurrying to keep up with him, he showed no sign of caring if she followed or not and she had to duck several branches as they pinged back into her face.

  “Excuse…” She coughed. “Excuse me, Mr…um…”

  He paused and glared at her.

  “Um…where are we going? It’s just that I need to get to the hotel.” He stared at her incredulously. “Y
ou know the place where people stay. It’s big and has a swimming pool and…and people sleep there. For a holiday.”

  “Yes. Holiday. I take you home.” He motioned with his spear.

  “Yes, home. But I think my home is in the other direction.”

  “No.”

  “I think it might be,” she said quietly.

  “No. I take you home. Hotel tomorrow.”

  “Oh. That is really very kind of you, but my fiancé will be worried you see…” she trailed off as his expression darkened.

  “You have man?”

  “Yes, I have man.”

  “Not with you?”

  “No, he’s not with me.”

  He grunted. “Man be with woman.”

  “Well yes, but he was working you see… and…and…” She sighed. “Okay, take me to your home.”

  The man nodded and a faint smile came across his face. God, he was bloody beautiful. His face was just as sculpted as his body with a strong jaw and straight nose. He turned away from her and her eyes traced the swirling tattoos that ran across the back of one shoulder and down his brawny arm. She snorted as she followed after him. Well, Harry, is this living enough for you now?

  Chapter 2: Meeting the Tribe

  Sweat dripped down her back and her clothes adhered to her body as they continued to make their way through the jungle. Georgina wasn’t sure how long they’d been walking but it felt like ages. It wasn’t like she walked anywhere normally. Her stepfather’s estate was in the middle of the English countryside and she relied on chauffeurs to take her everywhere. She still exercised, riding her horse and swimming in the pool, leaving her with a toned body, but her feet throbbed and her thighs burnt.

  The undergrowth steadily thinned and gave way to a clearing. Small wooden huts sat scattered around, much like Georgina had seen on travel programmes but the occupants of those huts were entirely unlike anything she’d ever seen on T.V.

  All of them had the same dark golden hue to their skin and none of them could have been under six feet. It seemed her guide was the strongest of them but they all rippled with sinew and power. Some had long hair but all had varying shades of gold and each was totally hairless. Her cheeks burned. And insanely well-endowed. Everything about them screamed sex.

  Her escort led her over to a large hut as the men dipped their heads in greeting to her, eyeing her with interest. A shiver thundered down her spine. For some unknown reason, she felt as if they were undressing her with their eyes. Damp heat gathered between her thighs.

  “In.” He pointed to the hut.

  “In…in there?”

  He nodded. “Women. Clean you.”

  Well, that explained where the women were at least. Lucky women. If she had men like that waiting outside, she sure wouldn’t be sat in a hut. She’d have one of their cocks buried deep inside of her. This is ridiculous, she thought, All I can think of is sex.

  Tai studied her and her eyes widened at the knowing look in his eyes. No, surely he hadn’t figured out what she was thinking. Before her escort could turn away, she put a hand to his arm. He frowned and glared at her from under his brow.

  “T-Thank you. Please, what is your name?”

  “Taiud.”

  “T-Ta…”

  He smiled. “Tai.”

  “Tai.” Georgina smiled back. Gosh, when he smiled he was even more beautiful. “I’m Georgie.”

  “Georgie,” he replied easily.

  Georgina shivered as her name rolled off his tongue in his unusual accent. It sounded so decadent coming out of his mouth. Shaking herself from her thoughts, she dipped her head to him as she had seen the men do.

  “No,” he snapped, pushing a finger under her chin. “We to you.” Tai gestured to the men watching their exchange. “Women no.”

  Nodding hastily, she whispered her thanks again and climbed the tiny ladder into the hut. Her eyes took a moment to adjust and she blinked in the dim light of the room. It was large, with thick furs across every inch of the floor. The women lay sprawled across them or sat talking animatedly with each other. They glanced up at her and smiled brightly. One approached and drew her onto a fur in one corner.

  Georgina offered a hesitant smile as the woman brushed her hair from her face and fingered her long brown locks. Another woman came to her side with a bowl of water and some cloth and began dabbing at her face.

  “Oh, thank you.”

  Neither woman responded as their serene smiles remained. Unlike the men, the women were all curvy with softly rounded hips and large breasts. Their skin appeared paler in the dark of the hut and each wore a skirt but remained topless. Around each skirt was a braided belt with a several carved pendants on them. As Georgina studied then, she realised that some women had more than others did.

  Two more women joined them, offering her a bowl of what she assumed was water and some fruit of some kind. Not wishing to appear rude, Georgina took some of the fruit and nibbled delicately at it. It was surprisingly nice and she found herself finishing off the entire bowl. The other woman motioned for her to drink and Georgina took the bowl and drank.

  She coughed as the liquid burnt down her throat. “What…what is that?” she asked hoarsely.

  The woman didn’t respond and merely gestured for her to drink more.

  Oh well. Actually once she got used to it, it wasn’t half bad. And she was feeling a lot less tense. Georgina finished the bowl and handed it back to the woman. The two women at her side continued cleaning the scratches and dirt on her limbs before tugging on her clothes.

  “Oh no, please. I don’t have anything else to wear.”

  One woman pointed through the wide window at the back of the hut and Georgina peered out with a frown. What was she pointing at? The woman tugged on her top again and she indicated outside once more. She narrowed her eyes and realised she was pointing to a waterfall that ran behind the settlement.

  “Oh, you want to clean them?”

  She nodded.

  “But I don’t have anything to wear.”

  The woman who had been tidying her hair picked up a fur and proffered it. Georgina didn’t relish the thought of being naked aside from a bit of fur but she didn’t seem to have much choice and she was a guest. So far, they had been very attentive and she would be glad to be rid of her sweat-soaked clothes.

  They helped her pull off her sticky shirt and shorts, all the while making approving sounds as they motioned to her small breasts and slender thighs. She blushed as they tugged at her knickers and she reluctantly drew them off and grabbed at the fur, wrapping it about herself.

  Coaxing her down to the floor, one woman mimicked sleeping as another brushed a gentle hand over her hair. No, she was sure she couldn’t sleep. Not when she knew what stood outside. The image of Tai’s magnificent body remained imprinted on her eyelids as she drifted off.

  Chapter 3: Initiation Ceremony

  Grumbling as persistent hands pushed at her, Georgina peeled open her eyes. A glance outside told her that she had only been asleep a matter of hours as the day was still bright. A tribal woman urged her to sit and placed a bowl in her hands. Sniffing, Georgina realised it was the same drink that they had given her earlier and she swallowed it down, shuddering as it trailed a fiery path down her throat.

  Another woman began feeding her, even as she tried to protest, and she swallowed it down realising resistance was futile. The women who had cleaned her were back by her side and peeled the furs from her. One brought forward a bowl of red liquid and dabbed it onto her nipples.

  Georgina squealed and pushed the woman’s hands away but she persisted, colouring her nipples until they were red and rosy. Slapping a hand over her chest, she scowled at the women. Whatever they were doing, she didn’t like it, but what else could she do? She didn’t want to offend them, not when more than a dozen huge men stood outside and she couldn’t very well run off without her clothes. She darted a look around to see if she could spot them but they had disappeared.

  The
women encouraged her to stand and, with a sigh, she did. They patted her lips with the red dye and applied oil to her neck and wrists. Inhaling, she realised it was some kind of fragrance. It was only when a woman came forwards with some bright blue rope, did her heart pound.

  One woman tried to put it around her neck but Georgina stepped sharply back. Were they going to strangle her? Was she to be part of some strange ritual? Georgina eyed the door and wondered how far she would get before the men grabbed her. As the woman attempted to loop the rope around her neck, Georgina bolted out of the door. Without glancing around, she leapt from the hut and dashed in the direction she and Tai had come from.

  A hand grabbed at her arm and hauled her to a stop, sending her tumbling back. She screamed as the owner of the hand whirled her around and she slammed into a hard chest. Sobbing, she brought her eyes fearfully to the owner’s face.

  Tai’s brow furrowed as he took in her damp cheeks and he bundled her into him, gripping her fiercely. His stiff embrace was strangely comforting and Georgina’s breathing slowed.

  “Home tomorrow,” he muttered into her hair.

  “Yes…but…but…” She gazed up at him. “They wanted to put a rope around…around my neck. I don’t want to be hurt, Tai.”

  “No hurt,” he said determinedly. “Is like…” He glanced around, searching for inspiration. “Skirts. Clothes,” he added triumphantly. Tai set her back from him, his big hands curling over her shoulders, and raked his blue gaze over her. His erection stood proudly and Georgina fought to keep her eyes on his face.

  “Yes, clothes. Woman need clothes.”

  Licking at her lips, Georgina nodded, suddenly acutely aware of her nakedness. She went to cover herself with her hands but Tai scooped her up bodily and she squealed as he flung her over his shoulder. He dropped her down onto the hut platform and indicated for her to go inside.

  “O-Okay. Thank you, Tai. S-sorry.”

  He nodded curtly and stalked away. Watching the flex of his buttocks, Georgina sighed and ducked back into the hut.