It seems a slumber for the captives

Once the shriveled hag of a woman had left Kim and her fellow captives after completing her foul ritual, Kim stared in muddled disbelief at the hut she had entered for a minute or so longer.

The other two girls who had been bred by the tribe simply hung limp in their bonds, no longer struggling, no longer trying to resist whatever fate was in store for them, one that they know well and what to expect from their seemingly primitive captors. They knew that it was too late for them now, too late for Kim now that she was bound as helplessly as they were. Their taut abdomen's all smeared with clay and eldritch symbols drawn into it, their pussies all filled with the men's potent seed, there would be no escape for them. They would all be fucked and bred for the remainder of their lifes.

Kim hung there and slowly turned her attention to her clay covered stomach and wondered about the fate that awaited her, whether she would eventually acclimate to her new life and just be happy be bound to her pole while receiving a good fucking by her native captors? Bred over and over again while giving birth to whatever abominations the strange song summoned within her. She shivered in fear at that thought and tugged uselessly at her bindings, but either because of the potent aphrodisiacs **** on her by the doctor or some hidden desire of her own, Kim found that there was a rather erotic appeal for her. Being a woman from an advanced and civilized nation, claimed by uncivilized savages and being made into their breeding bitch, even feeling her helpless sex growing wet as the native's hot, sticky seed leaked from her and coated her inner thighs, marking her as surely as the clay did as she thought about that life.

With a hard shake of her head to dispell the erotic thoughts from her mind, Kim knew that escape needed to be her first priority. She needed to think about some way to get free and escape into the jungle.

As if sensing her desire, the old woman returned with some sort of burning herbs, wafting it in front of the other trapped women's faces as they struggled before visibly calming, but squirming erotically by rubbing their sticky thighs together. The woman then turned her attention to Kim, saying something incomprehensible to the captive woman before pressing just below her breasts to **** her to breathe in the hzy, herbl smoke that cause her head to beging swimming. She felt the heat from the old woman's skin on her face and bare skin as a feverish warmth that slowly began to spread through her body. She then turned away, picking up a bowl filled with some pearly concoction of herbs and was likely semen from the men of the tribe, with a swirl of her finger to mix it up, she pressed the lip of the wooden bowl against Kim's lips. The strong musk of the cum made Kim moan but she still tried to resist as she felt the older woman's bony fingers seize her mouth, forcing her to try and close her lips and forcing her tongue in flow of the creamy concoction as it oozed into her mouth.

The salty tang of the elixir flowed over Kim's tongue and trickled down her throat like thick cream. She could feel her will to resist fading as she began to swallow the vile potion, the bowl being taken away from her lips as she was left alone.

Kim could feel her eyes are beginning to become unfocused and a quiet daze slowly filled her mind. She struggled to stop the heavy blanket of sleep from taking hold, from drifting off into a **** slumber, but the **** that she had received were too strong to deny their hold on her.