To her village...

You are now naked , hands tied in front of you, screaming while punching your knuckled hands against her massive back with no effect. She has one hand placed firmly on your butt and one hand grabbing the back of your thighs. Your midsection is bent over her right shoulder, you have a view of almost three meters down and she is moving in a speed akin to a car.

Even if you found a way to loose yourself from her grip, you would most likely hurt yourself getting down. Once you have realized this you stop struggling.

You approach a light at the end of the thick vegetation. A clearing. As you enter it, you notice civilization. Some of them live in trees, some in small huts; well, small for them. For you each of them might be a suitable living; some even a palace. They are round and made from orange clay, with bundles of yellow straw for roof.

Your captor starts moving in a walking pace as she enters the village. You notice that most of the citizens are women. In fact, you can't spot a single man. In fact, they become very excited when they notice you. They start grunting excitedly, jumping up and down and throwing fruit at you. The last part, you realize, is a sign of desires to mate, especially in cultures where fruit is considered a luxury. Nonetheless, it still hurt when the apples hits you.

Some of the younger villagers starts fighting each other to prove their strength. Others pick up rocks and throws them loudly at the ground. They are not quite as tall or beefy as the mature women, but they are indeed curvier than the women you are used to, and clearly much stronger than you.

Your redheaded captor grunts at them, to which they scatter like frightened animals. She gently drops you to the ground. Well, you don't like to call it "gently", but it would hurt a lot more if she dropped you. She pulls your head towards the side of her big breasts, which is about in line with each other, and leads you the rest of the way. You keep resisting, but that only makes her pull harder. Your hands are still tied, so it is not much use either way. She holds you captive with one hand without much effort. It is much more humiliating than when she carried you.

"Man be good" she finally utters, though it sounds more like grunts. So they do speak English.

"Man follow mistress and be complacent" she continues

"Where are you mmmfhh!" she pulls your mouth to her breasts smothering you with her flesh.

"Man not speak out of place. Man be good" you have no intention of disobeying your "mistress", but she keeps pushing your head towards her breasts, all you can do is muffle into them.

You approach what appears to be a large cave at the outskirt of the village, with lots of lit torches on tall poles placed symmetrically outside. You see many large footprints leading in and out of the cave, but the small ones only leads in...