Wait and see...

A few tugs at my bindings convinced me that attempting to free myself would be a waste of energy. I was no Houdini, after all. And despite the panic that hovered near, I tried to think. If "they" wanted me dead, then I'd be dead. What they did want was a mystery at this point, but at least I was still alive.

I had not waited for very long before I saw a movement at the door of the hut. Somebody outside had moved the door. I then heard a voice from outside, and the sound of running feet. A short time later, my heart beating in my chest like a jackhammer, I heard the voice outside again, followed by a second voice replying. The language they spoke did not sound familiar to me. Then the door opened.

I was already staring in anticipation, but my eyes widened when in through the door came a stunning surprise. A tall black woman with piercing green eyes came striding into the room like a panther. She wore an animal skin across her loins, and another over her chest, which covered her full high breasts. Her arms and legs were well-toned and long. But her eyes drew mine like flame in a dark room. She looked at me with a severe gaze.

She spoke to me, but I understood not a word. Then she called out, and two men came into the hut. They were dressed similarly to the woman, and similarly muscular and fit. The tone of command when she spoke told me who was in charge, however. When I glanced back at her I noticed too that she wore some sort of delicate chain in her hair, from which depended a green stone that hung on her forehead. She was obviously some sort of authority over these men.

She spoke again, and the men came over to me purposefully. Frightened, I attempted to back further into the pole to which I was tied, but of course there was nowhere to go. One of the men took hold of my legs and lifted my hips off the ground by my ankles. The other then grabbed my shorts and, in one move, ripped them off of me, jerking them over my feet as the first man dropped them, and letting my ass drop with a thud back to the floor. Then they turned and left, without a word.

My chest heaved as I tried to catch my breath, and I looked back at the woman. She was giving me an unashamedly appraising look, and I realized that she must have told the men to strip me just so she could see me naked. Under other circumstances, I might have been flattered, but as it was, I felt **** and frightened.