PRIMEVAL SAVAGERY

BY MOTORHOME MAN

[ part 1 ]

The Girls Arrive in the Jungle

The aircraft's engine continued to run roughly. Coughing and mis-firing, it sounded as if it was going to stop at any moment. The pilot continued to struggle with the controls, but the plane suddenly started to descend. Far below, the jungle canopy was thick and dark green. If the pilot needed to make an emergency landing, there was nowhere where he could put the little craft down safely. Sitting behind him on a bench-seat across the rear of the aircraft's tiny cockpit, two little girls stared at each other in horror. Was the aircraft going to crash? With mounting terror they began to scream with fear.

It was almost one hour previously that the little aircraft had taken off. It was a private, single-engine job of the type that populate small airstrips all across the Americas. This one was different though, because instead of a normal undercarriage, it was fitted with floats. Able to take-off and land on water, it plied an individual route between several of the lakes deep within the Colombian rain forests. Its pilot, Miguel, was an experienced flyer who had flown in those remote parts for many years. Normally his clients were tourists, but he was also suspected by the police of sometimes transporting the odd cargo of much more lucrative fare for local drug barons. On this particular trip, though, his passengers were totally legit. They were two pre-teen American girls, the daughters of oil workers from the United States whose fathers were on a prospecting expedition to a remote part of the thick rain forests. The expedition had been unsuccessful, and had left the oil prospectors with loads of time on their hands. And so they had given their families the chance to come along and join them for a vacation. Well, neither wives were in the least bit interested, but the plucky little eldest daughters of both oil workers had decided that it could be the adventure of a lifetime. How right they were.

The two little girls had travelled without incident all the way from the United States to the little jungle settlement deep in the rain forest that was made up of shacks that were used by the oil prospectors. Unfortunately, after a few days the infants had disgraced themselves, and so they were being sent home early from their vacation. This had caused them to be aboard the little aircraft that was now experiencing engine trouble, and which was threatening to deposit the two hapless children and their pilot into the rain forests from a great height. But why were the two little girls being sent home early from their vacation?

Well, after spending a few days with their fathers in the jungle settlement that was used by oil prospectors, both infants had become the subject of amorous advances from some of the local oil workers. Both little girls had become very excited by all the attention that they were suddenly getting, but their fathers had been less than impressed. It was not a surprise that some of the lustier prospectors had started to covet the two little girls. Both were gorgeous flowers. The elder of the two was called Caitlin. Just eight years old, she was a perfect specimen. Her long golden-brown hair cascaded down over her shoulders and past half-way down her back. She had a pretty little cherub of a face and sparkling blue eyes. The second of the girls was called Tracie. Seven years old, she was a little flirt, who had enjoyed leading on some of the men without really realising what they wanted of her. And boy did they want lots. She had lovely long brown hair and deeply appealing brown eyes. Her little face was freckly with a turned-up button of a nose. Like Caitlin, she looked at least a couple of years younger than she really was.

The local oil workers had not really noticed either of the two girls until the temperature had risen dramatically a few days after the infants had arrived at the camp. The sudden heat had caused both girls to start wearing some very abbreviated clothes. Both started to go around barefoot, wearing little shorts or very short little skirts. In fact the shorts and skirts had started out much longer, but the girls had borrowed a pair of scissors and had cut off virtually all of the material. Underneath the resulting teeny little skirts they wore nothing at all. They also cut up their T-shirts into tiny pieces, so that the resulting shredded garments only partly covered their upper parts and left their tummies very bare. With such a lot of beautiful soft little girl flesh suddenly on show, several of the oil workers began to have some very hard pipe-work in their shorts. In fact more than one of them began scheming as to how they could lure the little girls into the jungle, capture them, blindfold and gag them, tie them up, strip them naked, violently torture them, and rape the hell out of them. This was not as risky an idea as it sounded, because the forests were home to several native tribes, who could easily be blamed for any such goings on.

To their frustration, none of them got the chance. The girls' fathers did not take kindly to their little flowers parading their soft perfect flesh for the entire world to lust over. Both fathers warned their daughters to wear more clothes, but the little girls refused. Tracie's father in fact got very angry with her, and when no one was around he gave his little daughter a good old-fashioned thrashing. He had not done that for a couple of years, and he thoroughly enjoyed the experience. He had made her lie across his lap, and had beaten her rear with his leather belt. Firstly he had hit her through her little shorts, but he had then wrenched at them and had exposed her bare cheeks. She had been wearing nothing underneath, and he had let her soft flesh have it with the hard leather of the belt. She had screeched several times, and begged him to stop. That night he masturbated while thinking of the thrashing that he had given his little girl, and how helpless she had been. He dreamed of doing it again the next day. In fact he determined to make it even more enjoyable the next time, by making her strip naked, tying her to a tree with her little wrists secured tightly way above her head, and flogging her naked seven year old body with a whip. He had just the tools for the job, because the oil workers sometimes used donkeys to carry heavy equipment, and the beasts were controlled with stout little leather whips. He had a couple of the whips stored amongst his things, and they would be perfect to use on the naked torso of his beautiful little daughter.

The following day, both girls again wore very little in the way of clothes. In fact Caitlin just had a little sarong wrapped around her waist, that was made from the remnants of a little strip of torn material. Over the upper part of her little body she had the ripped-up remains of a shredded and torn-to-pieces T-shirt. Tracie was even more provocative, just to annoy her father. She had a tiny little loincloth wrapped around her slender waist made from a shred of torn-up T-shirt, that looked as if it would fall to the ground at any moment. From almost any angle, most of her seven year old slit could be clearly seen. Around her flat chest were the shredded remains of a T-shirt that covered nothing in particular. Both girls made a point of parading around in the full view of everyone, the bright sunlight shining on the sumptuous infant flesh that was on show.

Not surprisingly, several of the local oil workers retired quickly to their shacks to masturbate madly while looking out of the windows at the two virtually naked little girls parading up and down. Each fantasised about what he would do to the little girls if he was lucky enough to get his hands on the two beautiful little creatures.

One of the men dreamed of being a brutal interrogator in a typical South American dictatorship. He was called Leonardo, and many of his normal fantasies were based around little girls and their exquisite baby bodies being at the mercy of sadistic torturers. As he masturbated while gazing at Caitlin and Tracie parading up and down outside his shack, showing off their fabulous almost-naked child bodies, he dreamed that they were innocent tourists in a brutal dictatorship where he was one of the chief torturers. The two little American girls would have been noticed by his spies. They would be wearing only little halter tops, very short shorts, and sandals. Leonardo would immediately want the two beautiful little infants as helpless prisoners in his deepest, darkest torture chambers. Some trumped-up charges would at once have been dreamed up to accuse the little girls of helping some non-existent opposition elements. Some of his men would eagerly go and arrest the two children. Terrified, they would not resist, and instead would be seized by several of the men. Their little wrists would be roughly manacled behind their backs, and they would be led away - never to be seen again. They would be brought in chains to Leonardo's own prison camp, where many underground chambers were fitted out for the purposes of brutal interrogation. Shackled and terrified, the two little girls would be dragged before him, and would be forced to kneel in front of him. He would at once accuse them of helping in a plot to overthrow the government, and would demand that they name all the other people involved in the conspiracy. Terrible consequences would follow for both of them if they refused to co-operate. Instead the sobbing and increasingly fearful little girls would protest their innocence, and would beg to be set free. In a rage, he would order his guards to prepare the infants for interrogation. They would be dragged in chains screaming, down into his hell-hole of underground torture chambers, where many other helpless children were already undergoing barbaric torture and savage rape, while being brutally interrogated by his sadistic helpers. There the two little girls would be forced to strip naked, their trembling exquisite naked bodies covered in sweat through terror of what would happen next to them. The guards would eye them up, salivating at the prospect of raping and violently torturing the two of them. Their clothes would be ripped up and burned, as the girls would have no further need for them. Both totally naked little girls would then be shackled and chained again. Leonardo would have Tracie dragged off to a holding cell, where she would be shackled totally naked hanging with her wrists high above her head to await the savagery to come. In adjoining cells would be several other naked, chained and utterly terrified little girls also awaiting violent interrogation. But there would be no respite for Tracie, because two of the guards would have already armed themselves with whips and knives. Entering her cell, the two guards would strip naked. Tracie would be utterly powerless to resist, and would instead sob and plead her innocence, and beg for mercy. But she would be shown none at all. Instead, one of the guards would face her to the front, while the other would go round behind her. He would pull her lovely brown hair out of the way, and fondle her exquisite hard little body. Poor Tracie would be totally defenceless, her wrists agonisingly shackled high above her head leaving her uncomfortably hanging with her little toes several inches from the cold stone floor of her little cell. The whole of her naked, exquisite seven year old torso would be totally nude before the two glowering, dribbling guards, both of who would have massive erections at the sight of the gorgeous, helpless American child. And then they would start to brutalise her. The guard behind her would commence, by letting fly at her shapely back with his bullwhip. At the same time, the other guard would lash out with his cat-o-nine tails whip. The bullwhip would slash across Tracie's back, leaving a glorious red weal across her and causing her to squeal in pain and utter terror. But at the same time the cat-o-nine tails would land across her front, contacting her immature belly and totally flat chest. Poor Tracie would scream and beg for mercy, but the glowering guards would show her none at all. Instead, they would continually flog her for many long, agonising minutes. Eventually Tracie would hang unconscious from her aching wrists, her sumptuous child body thoroughly blood-stained and flogged, with many glorious bloody lash marks carved into her delicate soft child flesh. Unable to control themselves any longer, the two guards would then cut her down, and drag her to the rough wooden bench in the corner of the cell. There they would rape her without any mercy whatsoever. Her anus and cunt would both be savagely entered by both guards, who would unload their cum into her defenceless child body. And that would only be the beginning.

Poor little Caitlin would also endure horrors immediately. One of Leonardo's many brutal helpers would drag her by her soft golden-brown hair into a torture chamber where several other naked little girls were already being 'interrogated'. All of the little girls would be six years old or much less, and all would be undergoing brutality at the hands of naked, massive torturers. Each one would be blood-stained and squealing for mercy, but their torturers would show no mercy whatsoever and would continue to rape and brutalise the helpless little creatures. Poor Caitlin would be thrown onto a rape bench, and shackled very firmly to it with rusty chains and manacles. The manacles would bite cruelly into her soft flesh, causing her to cry out in pain. Writhing on her back, her long slender legs would be pulled obscenely wide-open and shackled securely, leaving her baby cunt spread wide and available for brutal torture and rape. Her wrists would be secured together at the other end of the bench to get them out of the way, allowing full access to her exquisite naked torso. The little wretch would be begging to be let go, tears streaming down her little cherub of a face from her baby blue eyes. Her helpless pleas for mercy would be met with laughter from the guards, who would taunt her by telling her what they were going to do to her. At that point Leonardo would arrive in the torture chamber, armed and ready to perform the first tortures on her. He would be totally naked and armed with several whips, flesh-rippers, and branding irons. His erect, engorged penis would be ready to assault her totally defenceless little child cunt.

To begin with, he would torment the little girl by showing the torture instruments to her. Each would be waved right in front of her face. Laughing and dribbling, he would explain what each instrument of torture would do to her gorgeous baby body. This would cause terror and panic for the little girl. The strands of the whips would be allowed to fall across her face, causing her to cry out in fear. One of the flesh-rippers would be used like a comb in her lovely golden-brown hair, its horrific claws tearing and pulling at her hair and causing her to cry out in fear of being scalped. Leonardo would then firmly rub some of the other torture instruments against her hard little body. Caitlin would shriek in terror and beg for mercy. But she would be shown none at all. Instead, Leonardo would begin by roughly exploring her eight year old cunt. Firstly with his fingers, but next with a pear-shaped piece of wood. The wood has metal studs embedded in it, and gradually it is forced into her infant slit. Caitlin cries out in terror, the grim realisation taking over her brain that she is going to be savagely tortured. And there is no one at all to save her. But before she can even wet herself, one of Leonardo's brutal helpers draws a white-hot poker from a nearby pile of hot coals. With no emotion, but instead with a sadistic grin on his face, he applies the glowing torture instrument to Caitlin's little belly button. Even though she is firmly shackled to the rape bench, Caitlin's body arches up almost into a semi-circle, and her demented scream fills the torture chamber. Removing the pear-shaped wood from her cunt by pulling firmly on it, Leonardo replaces it at once with a metal pear. The pear used to be a feared torture instrument of the Inquisition, but many torturers have used it since to great effect, particularly on little infants. But instead of the metal pear being child-size, it’s an adult-sized one and its rammed into Caitlin's cunt with no ceremony at all. Caitlin shrieks again as blood starts to lubricate her child cunt. Leonardo then sadistically starts to turn the handle on the metal pear, causing it horrifically to unwind within her cunt. More and more it unravels within her most intimate place, tearing into her little child love-tunnel. A dribble of blood starts to run from her immature slit. Caitlin passes out. But there is no respite for her. Instead a bucket of ice-cold water is thrown over her, at once bringing her shivering to her senses. Leonardo continues to open the pear, as Caitlin's squeals of agony become more and more demented. The pear does its terrible work, ripping wide open her little child cunt so that even the largest penis can be rammed inside. On seeing this, several more torturers join Leonardo and his sadistic helpers, each one ready to violently rape the helpless little girl. . .

At that point Leonardo came rapidly to his senses in his lovely fantasy, as the wonderful dream got the better of him and he started to spray his semen all over the inside of his jungle shack. As he masturbated, he gazed with glazed eyes at Caitlin and Tracie showing off their almost naked child bodies outside his shack, and wished that they could be helpless naked prisoners in his torture chambers, like they were in his fantasy.

But it was Manuel, the burly older foreman of the group of oil workers, who had the most intense fantasy about the two little girls. Although he was respected by his men, in fact he had so far successfully covered up his shady past. In his younger days he had been a school teacher, and had taught at a girls' school in a provincial town. The girls who he taught ranged in age from six to nine, and he had lusted after many of them. Some of the girls came from broken homes or were orphans, and because he was so highly respected he managed to get the authorities to allow him (after a little bribery) to have three of them live in his home. There he spent most of his time violently raping and torturing the little girls, and threatened to kill them if they told the police. He had already built a fully-equipped torture chamber in the basement of his house, with a rack, bondage crosses and iron-horses to entertain his three helpless boarders, in addition to whips and many other torture instruments. Two of the little girls were seven years old, the other was just six. After he had spent several days raping and torturing the three little girls, his blood was really up and he started looking for other little beauties to play with and add to his collection. The town where he lived was full of orphan kids who roamed the streets, and so he then abducted several little girls who would not be missed. They included two seven year olds, three six year olds, and a five year old with her two younger sisters. Manuel dragged them in chains into his dungeon, and enjoyed torturing and raping them as well. Unfortunately, he was eventually discovered when the little sister of a four year old girl who he was trying to abduct ran off and found a policemen. Luckily, Manuel knew most of the local judges, and a three dollar bribe saw all of the charges dropped. Afterwards he tracked down and successfully abducted the two mean and ungrateful little girls who had squealed on him, and took them back to his place. They were never seen again. No one had ever bothered to dig up his back garden to learn more.

Not surprisingly, Manuel's fantasy about Caitlin and Tracie involved some hearty and very healthy lust. He dreamed of having the two fabulous pre-teen American girls as helpless captives in his torture chamber. No one would know that they were there, they would be totally at his mercy. Both would be totally nude, their exquisite virgin cunts and little anal holes totally his to rape and violently torture. Both would be kneeling obediently on the cold stone floor of the torture chamber, their wrists firmly tied with coarse cutting rope behind their backs. Both girls would be tearful, and begging him to let them go. But he would show them no mercy whatever, and there was absolutely no chance of escape or rescue for the two little American captives.

He would first of all tie Caitlin to a flogging post, her little wrists shackled with rusty manacles firmly and painfully high above her head. He would then torment her, showing her the bullwhip that he was going to flog her with. She would have to lick its hard leather, and beg him to flog her naked eight year old body. Then he would make her plead with him to violently torture Tracie as well. And so he would - after first of all savagely flogging Caitlin's magnificent young body with the bullwhip. He would pull her lovely long golden-brown hair out of the way, and would then begin by whipping her beautiful shapely back, criss-crossing it with fabulous lash marks. Then he would turn the sobbing and squealing eight year old girl around, and unmercilessly flog her front, paying particular attention to her totally flat chest and pot belly. Blow after savage blow would land on her exquisite naked body, painting a picture of superb welts across her totally exposed tender child flesh. As more and more ferocious lashes landed on her naked flesh, so some of the earlier welts would be torn open, making Caitlin scream with agony and horror. Her increasingly bloody, violently whipped torso would make an exquisite sight in the gloomy light of the torture chamber. Eventually she would hang lifelessly from her aching and bleeding wrists, her head bowed over her flat chest and her gorgeous long hair now matted and hanging limply against her fabulous sweaty, murderously-flogged and blood-stained eight year old body.

Then he would at last turn his attention to seven year old Tracie. By then poor little Tracie would be begging and squealing for mercy, having witnessed what Manuel had done to poor Caitlin. But he would show her no mercy whatsoever. Instead she, too, would be dragged to a flogging post. The terrified little girl would scream for mercy, fully aware of what he had just done to little Caitlin. But there would be no hope for her. Instead, she too would be hung with her wrists shackled agonisingly high above her head, her little feet several inches off the ground. Manuel would attach rusty, biting shackles around her little ankles, causing her to cry out with pain. The shackles would be attached with chain to an old rusty iron ring set in the ground at the base of the flogging post. Tracie would thus be gripped tightly and painfully, hanging from her aching wrists but with her ankles chained to the ground below her, pulling her fabulous child body tight. She would be squealing with terror, and would almost faint at the first sight of the bloody whip that had just been used on Caitlin's exquisite child body. Now it was going to be used on her. She would be forced to lick its hard leather, and taste Caitlin's blood on it. Then she would squeal as Manuel readied himself. She would be able to do nothing to defend herself against the savagery to come. Instead, Manuel would knot her long hair around her throat to get it right out of the way, and ensure that the whole of her glorious curved back was available to be lashed without mercy. And then he would begin. The first blow would land with a horrendous 'crack' across the small of her back, causing her to arch her body and scream. The second blow would land a little higher up, causing poor little Tracie to almost pass out with squealing terror. And so Manuel would continue, landing lash after violent lash across her lovely back. Without tiring at all he would tear into the little child body of his helpless victim, whipping Tracie without mercy. But that would only be the start. As soon as he would see little Tracie start to falter, with her back thoroughly lashed and bloody, he would at once turn her around. And then the fun would really start. Poor Tracie would beg pitifully for mercy, her voice dwindling to a little squeak due to all the screaming that she had already made. But for Manuel, the real prize was only just about to start. He would feast his eyes on her exquisite body. Her lovely little totally flat chest with its two little brown nipples with their tiny erect teats. Her fabulous pot-belly, pulled almost flat by her tightly-tied predicament. Her little fleshy belly button. Her fast, hopeless breathing, with her little heart pounding. And the magnificent little cunt slit, totally child-like and utterly innocent, ready to violently tear open and rape without mercy. And all those riches now belonged to him, to utterly torture without mercy.

At that point poor Caitlin would start to gain some form of consciousness, and would start to babble incoherently for Manuel to torture her and not little Tracie. This would seem like a good idea to Manuel, why not give Caitlin another flogging before lashing Tracie? And so he does. Poor Caitlin at once realises her mistake in regaining Manuel's attention, and it is a blood-soaked mistake in every sense of the word. And just to make her realise her mistake, Manuel makes her lick the whip and taste Tracie's blood on it, and beg him to flog her once more. And so he does. Poor Caitlin could never have imagined that she would receive a second, full-blooded lashing on her gorgeous child body so soon after the first. Every single blow of the whip this time around lands on a bloody weal from the first flogging, tearing it open and making her scream from the depths of her soul. Eventually her totally blood-soaked, lifeless body hangs from her little wrists. Tracie fears that she is dead, and she certainly looks to be. But Manuel knows better. Ready and waiting is a bucket full of icy cold water. But this is no ordinary water. It is special water. Special, because it is full of salt. And, as poor Caitlin begins to regain consciousness, its contents are thrown right across her bloody torso. The resulting, utterly blood-curdling scream is enough to wake the dead several universes away.

But now it is truly Tracie's turn. The poor little girl makes one last, totally hopeless plea for mercy. It is cut short by the bullwhip slashing through the air towards her little flat chest at supersonic speed. It lands on her with the force of an explosion, belting her little body firmly against the flogging post and causing her to cry out in horror and agony. It is the first of very, very many lashes. Manuel never tires when his blood is up, and he has enough strength to flog dozens of little children in succession. And so Tracie has to be a very strong little girl, to try to survive the hour-long flogging that she receives. Manuel only breaks off for an instant to throw another bucket full of brine over Caitlin when she starts to show signs of life. At the end of her flogging, poor little Tracie is no better off than Caitlin. Her thoroughly blood-stained torso is covered with many bloody weals, and she hangs helplessly from her little wrists. At that point a bucket-full of brine is thrown over her. The resulting scream of utter, mind-jangling agony is enough to shatter glass a mile away.

But this would only be the start for poor little Tracie. After the savage flogging, Manuel would then drag her almost unconscious and very bloody young body to one of his favourite torture instruments. He would tie her upside down on an 'X'-shaped bondage cross. The massive cross would be made from wood, which would already be heavily blood-stained from previous child victims. The cross would be mounted on a wall of the torture chamber, with rusty iron rings set at the ends of each arm of the 'X' so that its hapless victim could be tied securely by wrist and ankle to it. After being tied upside down to the massive torture frame, poor Tracie's lovely long brown hair would trail like a mop in the ground. Her virgin cunt would be just about at eye-level, and very exposed due to her legs being spread very wide up the upper arms of the 'X'-shaped cross. He would then kiss her beautiful child slit, and lick it. It would be musky and wet with little girl juices. He would then gently insert one of his fingers into the little slot. Poor Tracie would be squealing for him to leave her alone, and just about finding enough strength to curse Caitlin for having been forced into begging Manuel to torture her. Manuel would then ease another finger into the entrance to her little love-tunnel. And would then gradually work both fingers inside. Deep inside. With increasing pressure the little girl's hymen would be broken, and she would screech in fear of what was coming next. Working his fingers around inside her tight little cunt, Manuel's cock would be hard and ready. But first, the little love hole would need to be widened before it was privileged to receive his throbbing penis. And so he would then insert a metal pear into her cunt. Just a small one, child-sized, but every bit as agonising and damaging as the larger ones made specially for the cunts of older pre-teen girls. Forcing it inside her seven year old cunt, Tracie would beg him to stop amid floods of tears. But instead Manual would force the pear deep inside. And then, deliciously, he would start to turn its outer end, slowly opening the sharp metal petals of the hell instrument inside the little girl. Her screams would become higher-pitched and more desperate, and blood would start to trickle down from her cunt towards her belly button. And then . . .

Manuel was awoken from his lovely fantasy, and brought sharply back to the present day in the jungle, due to lots of shouting outside his shack. The fathers of Tracie and Caitlin had arrived on the scene, and had seen their little daughters parading in front of the oil workers with pretty much nothing on. Caitlin's father was not amused by his daughter's antics, but Tracie's was furious - and at the same time delighted that his little daughter had given him the perfect excuse to carry out his plan of punishment on her. Both girls were immediately sent to their shacks. The oil workers reluctantly ceased masturbating and fanaticising about the two little girls, and slowly returned to work.

In fact that day it was necessary for the oil workers to go into the jungle to retrieve some drilling equipment. It was a difficult job and all the men needed to go along. However, it was decided that one of them should stay behind at the little settlement of shacks to look out for the two little girls, who otherwise would be all alone. After all, some lusty natives might turn up unannounced. If they did, it was possible that the two delectable and defenceless infants might get dragged off into the jungle by the natives, never to be seen again. Not surprisingly, there was no shortage of volunteers to stay behind to look after the two little girls! However, Tracie's father already had his dark intentions about how he was going to punish his little daughter, and so he very firmly volunteered himself. This meant that Caitlin's father and the local oil workers would go off into the jungle and do the job, leaving the two girls and Tracie's father behind. Tracie's father was even more relieved when Caitlin kicked up a fuss and insisted on accompanying her father and the other oil workers on their expedition rather than staying behind. That would mean that only Tracie and her father would be left behind for the day - perfect for his dark intentions of torture and rape with her.

And so the oil workers and Caitlin's father went off into the jungle. Caitlin skipped along with them. She had been persuaded to wear a little more in the way of clothing, and at least had pulled on a pair of stout walking boots. Nevertheless, for clothes she was only wearing a minuscule pair of very short cut-down tiny shorts and an even more cut-up shredded top, that left most of her exquisite eight year old body very exposed indeed. Not surprisingly, several of the oil workers were licking their lips and had enormous hard-ons within their shorts as they feasted their eyes on her. All of them fantasised about what they would like to do to her. One of the men had a very lurid fantasy of what he would do - if only he could.

His name was Gabriel, and he too had a secret past, having been involved several years before with the brutality of a military dictatorship in a neighbouring country. He had been given the chance to 'interrogate' the captured children of some plotters against the government, and had had the time of his life extracting confessions and information out of the hapless child prisoners. He well remembered the tortures and rape that he had visited upon countless little girls and boys, and how he wished that he had had little Caitlin in his torture chambers. She was such a beautiful little American girl, just ripe for violence and brutal rape. As the little group of oil workers made their way through the jungle with Caitlin playing along beside them like the little girl that she was, Gabriel dreamed of somehow detaching Caitlin and her father from the rest of the group of oil workers. He would then bury an axe into Caitlin's father, and throw his body down a deep well. He would tie up little Caitlin and then drag the totally defenceless infant into one of the many remote caves deep in the jungle, where he would violently rape and savagely torture without mercy the beautiful little eight year old girl.

The departure of the little group of oil workers into the jungle left Tracie alone with her father. He at once started as he intended to continue. "You're are a very bad little girl, showing yourself off like that in front of all the men!" "So what!", she exclaimed, completely unsuspecting of what was to come. "I told you yesterday when I spanked you, any more of that and there'll be much worse to come for you!" "I'll tell mom if you spank me again!" shouted Tracie, and started to storm off in the direction of the jungle. "You'll tell no one, you little shit!" he screeched after her. That stopped Tracie in her tracks. She had never known her father talk to her like that, maybe she had gone a little too far. But before she had time to think, she was firmly seized from behind. A rope was looped around her throat and pulled very tight. She stumbled to the ground, trying to grab at the rope. Instead it was looped twice more around her little throat, trapping her long hair at the back. It was then pulled very tight. Tracie began to gorge and struggle for breath. She was dragged across the clearing away from the shacks and towards the trees on the edge of the clearing. Still trying to grab at the tight rope with her little hands, she was unable to cry out for help and felt herself being throttled. As they reached the trees, she could feel the rope being firmly tied behind her neck, after it had been pulled even tighter. All kinds of thoughts flooded through her terrified brain. Was she going to be strangled? Or was she going to be hanged? In the middle of her panic she remembered a history lesson at school where someone in the past had been hanged, and the teacher had said that it was a horrible way to die. Now she was going to die that way too.

Terrified, she had stopped struggling. That made it easier for her father to pull her wrists together above her head, and tie them tightly with another piece of rope. He then dragged her to her feet and rammed her up against the bark of the nearest tree. As a preparation, he had already attached some rope around a thick branch of the tree. He now tied the rope that was around her wrists to one end of the rope around the branch, and then pulled the free end of the dangling rope. This effectively lifted the little girl off her feet and held her hanging by her wrists from the branch. He then seized her little body and pulled her round to look at him. The terrified girl saw for the first time that it was indeed her daddy doing these horrible things to her. She was still strangled by the rope round her throat and could only whimper helplessly. "Ok you little shit, I'm going to teach you to do exactly as I want!" he hissed at her. He stood back to admire his handiwork. His little seven year old daughter was hanging by her wrists from the branch, a rope tied firmly around her throat. She was barefoot, and was still wearing the tiny loincloth around her waist and the shredded top that had caused such a commotion earlier. Altogether she made a very tasty sight. He could feel himself filling with deep lust. His penis was already erect within his shorts, he couldn’t wait for what was coming next.

But firstly he had noticed that his little girl was thrashing about with her legs. Clearly her ankles needed tying together too. But he had no more rope. Then he remembered that Manuel the foreman usually had a supply of bits and pieces of all sorts in his shack. And so he marched into Manuel's shack, leaving his little daughter hanging by her wrists to ponder what was going to happen next. Her wrists were hurting already and she was sweating profusely, due to the midday heat and through fear. Her father began rummaging around amongst Manuel's belongings, but could not find any rope. And so he pulled out some things from beneath the primitive bed in one corner of the shack. Sure enough there was some rope, in fact miles of it and certainly enough for his purposes. But then he noticed something else that made his heart jump. Beneath the piles of rope was something that was about to come in very useful. Tracie's father pulled out the object and caressed it. He knew what he was going to do with it, and an evil grim spread on his face. It was a beautiful, powerful bullwhip. Just what it was doing under Manuel's bed goodness knew, but it was about to be used for sure.

Armed with his new acquisitions, Tracie's father headed back outside and strode over to his helpless, hanging daughter. He seized her bare legs, twisted his new length of rope painfully around her little ankles, and tied them tightly together. Tracie ceased trying to kick out and hung helplessly by her wrists. Removing the rope from around her throat, he then planted a kiss onto her trembling lips, and growled "I've got a present for you!" With that he waved the beautiful bullwhip at her. She looked terrified. Just to savour the moment a little more, he lashed out with the whip at the ground in front of the tree. The whip made a superb 'whooping' sound as it slashed through the air and hit the ground with a crack. It left a deep furrow in the dirt where it had struck home. Tracie almost went hysterical, and began helplessly writhing about, trying to tense her body and make it into the smallest target possible.

Her father by now was full of lust and desire for his little offspring, and couldn’t contain himself any longer. He began tearing off his clothes, which only consisted of a short-sleeve shirt and shorts. Tracie watched in frightened fascination as her father stripped. Her eyes went wide as she saw for the first time his penis. It was huge and erect. Although she was a virgin, she knew a little about sex because of what Caitlin had told her. Although Caitlin was only just eight years old, she was already very experienced in sex and had told Tracie about it. Apparently Caitlin's father had taught her about sex at the age of four, by giving her many practical demonstrations. Caitlin had loved it, and afterwards had repeatedly begged her dad to fuck her as much as possible. This had not always proven possible because Caitlin's three younger sisters took up most of his free time. Anyway in conclusion from all that, Tracie had been told by Caitlin that a man's penis is an important part of sex. Now poor Tracie was seeing her dad's penis for the first time as he stripped while she hung from the tree, and she rightly assumed that it would soon be buried deep inside her.

But first, she had to undergo her punishment. Her naked father swaggered over to her, and swearing at her and calling her a filthy slut, he seized the little shredded material around her shoulders and ripped it from her. This uncovered her beautiful totally flat chest, and her pert and erect little pinkish-brown nipples. Tracie groaned, and began to plead "Please daddy don't hurt me, I didn't mean any harm, pleeeeese don't." "Shut up, you filthy little whore!!" he barked. He then seized the tiny little piece of material around her childish hips, and ripped it from her. Tracie was suddenly naked. Sweat was running down her fabulous little body, and literally dripping from her onto the ground below. The hot sun beat down on her perfect now totally exposed baby flesh. Her lovely long brown hair hung limply against her damp skin. Sweat kept running into her eyes and into her mouth. She was panting from the heat and fear.

By now her father's penis was so erect and engorged that he needed to ram it into any little hole that she had to offer. But first he was going to savour her punishment. He stood back to feast his eyes on his little daughter. She made a magnificent sight. Her perfect infant body was totally naked and exposed. Her soft flesh was shining in the bright sunlight, and glistening with sweat. Most noticeable of all was the perfect little child slit between her legs, surely the source of pure paradise. She was hanging totally defenceless, her arms way above her head and the whole of her exquisite torso available to be flogged with the bullwhip. Her pretty little face with its baby freckles was contorted as she began to sob. Tears ran down her cheeks alongside the rivers of sweat that were now making their way down her body. "Pleeeeese daddy, nooooooooo!"

Standing a few paces back, her father readied himself. He had never done this before, but had often dreamed of having the chance to flog a helpless child. Now, incredibly, his little daughter was his prisoner, to do with as he pleased. He savoured the sweet, thick taste of the excitement that this had created within him. Then, with mounting lust, he coiled himself and let fly in the direction of his daughter with the bullwhip. The long, hard leather strand of the whip cut loose towards the little girl. It whooped through the heavy, hot air. In an instant, it struck home on the naked body of the seven year old. There was an immediate "crack" as it hit home with fearsome force. The noise resounded around the jungle, and caused startled birds a mile away to take flight. The whip landed on Tracie just across the lower part of her rib cage. It hit the little infant so hard that a spray of sweat flew off her into the jungle. The superb cutting strand of hard leather at once coiled twice around her defenceless torso. Tracie let rip an awesome scream that echoed around the nearby mountains.

For a moment Tracie's father could not believe the fantastic work that he had done. He had actually whipped his little daughter. It felt so good, so fantastic! He wondered why other fathers did not do this to their daughters, it was the best sport in the world. To whip the helpless, naked body of your very own seven year old daughter, it was the most wonderful thing in the world! Then he pulled on the whip and it uncoiled devilishly, leaving a hard red weal around the infant girl's body where her damp soft child flesh had been hit by the magical leather. Poor Tracie began to cry uncontrollably. She therefore did not see the whip coming for a second time. It struck her much lower down, around her waist. It wrapped itself around her unflared, baby-like narrow hips, and caused her to cry out a second time. Her father wasted no time in delivering the third blow. It struck her much higher up, around the upper part of her chest and wrapped itself under her armpits. By now Tracie was screeching uncontrollably. She could suddenly feel her bladder contract, and all at once a spray of urine shot out of her little pee-hole and started hosing down her legs.

It was at that point, as her father coiled himself up for a fourth lash, that the noise of a communications radio somewhere in the headquarters building a few yards away suddenly cut through to the reality of both Tracie and her father. Cursing, her father threw down the whip and headed into the shack to answer the call. Tracie was left to hang, sobbing, by her aching wrists. Three delicious whip marks decorated her gorgeous seven year old body, with surely many more to follow.

Unfortunately for Tracie's father, the call that came in over the radio at once ended his sport. Apparently one of the oil workers had been injured in an accident out in the jungle. A rescue helicopter was already on its way, and was due to arrive at the little settlement where Tracie was being flogged so that it could pick up supplies on its way to make the rescue. Tracie's father could not believe his misfortune. The imminent arrival of the helicopter completely ended his fantastic sport, even before he had been able to finish flogging and then rape his daughter. Cursing, he quickly dressed himself and then cut down the naked little girl. Threatening her with even more dire consequences if she ever told of the flogging that he had already given her, he threw her still tied up onto the little bed in her shack, just in case he could return to her later and this time get around to forcibly ending her virginity by violently raping and torturing her. Sadly, he never got the chance. Not long after, the oil workers returned from the jungle, having cut short their activities for the day due to the injury to their comrade. Reluctantly he untied his daughter, and while fondling her fabulous young naked body he explained to her that he would flog her again and again if she ever told anyone. Tearfully, Tracie promised to agree to his demands.

But not only that. Unfortunately, Caitlin had badly misbehaved during the trip into the jungle. She had started flirting with Manuel, the foreman of the oil workers who had the torture chamber in the basement of his house in the provincial town. Manual had gotten himself into a high state of lust for the little girl as she flirted with him, and had invited her to come and stay for a month at his house. Caitlin had been very excited at the prospect, little suspecting Manuel to be a child-torturer with a fully-equipped torture chamber in his basement, and she had eagerly accepted his invitation to stay. Manuel at once began making arrangements for the little American girl to stay at his home. For Caitlin's father this was the final straw, and he had immediately started to arrange for both Caitlin and Tracie to leave the country and return to the United States immediately.

Tracie's father objected strongly, because he wanted his little daughter to stay with him in the jungle so that he could continue his craving to torture and rape his little Tracie. But unfortunately Caitlin's father instead went ahead and made the arrangements for both of the two little girls to return home to their mommies. Tracie not surprisingly was very happy at the prospect of leaving the jungle and no longer being at the mercy of her whip-hungry father. But Caitlin was very reluctant to go, and wanted instead to spend a month in Manuel's home. Little did she suspect that if she did, the month-long vacation would involve a lot of violent rape and blood-soaked savage torture, and she would be the victim!

And so the two little girls packed their bags and said goodbye to the oil workers and to their fathers. Tracie was still sore from the whipping that her father had given her, and Caitlin was sore that she could not stay at the house of Manuel. Manuel was also disappointed that he could not drag Caitlin in chains into his torture chamber and repeatedly rape and brutally torture the fabulous little eight year old. In fact all the oil workers were sorry to see the two little girls leave for home, their blood was now up for beautiful little girls. Each oil worker was determined to get his hands on some tender young flesh for rape and violent torture when they eventually left the jungle and returned to their homes.

The journey back to the United States for the two little girls firstly involved their being flown out of the jungle in a privately-operated floatplane from a local lake. The little aircraft's pilot, Miguel, would fly them to the coast, where they could then catch an international flight from the local airport. Unfortunately for the little girls, the first leg of the journey started to go badly wrong when the little floatplane began to develop engine trouble - which returns us to the start of our story. Are the two gorgeous little girls about to go down in a terrible crash? Or will the pilot be able to crash-land the aircraft, and leave the two little infants stranded alone, totally lost and helpless in the dense jungle?