Darien and Innocence Lost
In the summer of 2021 I was given the option of taking a drug or losing my job. I opted for the latter. That had some unfortunate consequences. My wife continued her spending unabated and within 7 months I had exhausted my savings. In April of 2022 our house was foreclosed, my wife filed for divorce and I ended up living in my car for 3 months.
October of 2022 I met a friend who told me that a large, well known NGO was looking for bodies to staff their migrant assistance operation in Central America. The pay was just OK but all my expenses were covered. I accepted. Before I knew it I was in Darien, the Darien Gap or, as a female co-worker (more about her later) called it … Darien, Innocence Lost!
It was evident from the start that there was a pecking order in the organization. Sort of an ‘in’ crowd and the worker crowd. For a few weeks I was definitely part of the latter and performed all sorts of shit jobs. About 5 weeks in, she walked into the tent I was sharing with another worker bee. She was drunk, reeking of scotch. She glared at my tent mate and gruffly ordered him out. She grabbed my shirt and told me that I had a special duty to perform for the company.
I followed her into the bush to a large tree where, at first, I saw six or seven naked men standing. Then I saw her. Hands tied to the tree, her feet spread out and staked to the tropical ground. There is a smell to the jungle that emanates from the earth and vegetation. This time there was a familiar odor that wafted toward me. It was the smell of semen!
My female supervisor looked me straight in the eye and told me to fuck that little whore. I recoiled at the thought! After all I had a 11yo daughter and that girl looked about her age. The woman now got next to me and her alcohol laced breath whispered in my ear …. ” I want to see your cock hammer that little brown cunt”.
Whether it was the air, the smells or just seeing her squirm, seeing all those naked leering at her with various stages of erections, I gave in and a red heat built in my mind. My shorts came off and I ripped open my shirt. I grabbed the girl by her waist, lifted her and thrust my cock into her pussy. She screamed and tried to pull away. As I forced my way between her legs I could see and feel cum ooze and bubble from her snatch. I lost control and pounded her deep and hard; So hard that I could hear my balls slap against her thigh over her cries.
The intensity was such that I could not contain myself. Pulling her toward me, my cock now deeply imbedded, striking her cervix, I shot my cum into her. I heard myself groan and felt that pleasurable pain as I pulled out of her. Barely had I done so, cum oozing from her stretch cunt, another cock took my place.
It was dark by the time I went back to the tent. I was naked, smelled of sex. My tent mate looked at me in disgust. “So they got to you after all” he sneered. “Now that you have been to the rape tree they own you!”
I was numb! I fell on my bunk and then this strange desire overtook me … I WANTED MORE! I CRAVED MORE!
And more there would be! The tree, the tent ,,, a level of debauchery unimaginable and totally addicting.
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I work on the TX side of this migration. We actively segregate the nicer looking smalls from the herd. One cleaned up and check for health conditions they are photographed and sent out to very high level folks for review and selection. What’s left over is ours to enjoy. There’s always enough to go around! I personally participated in a lot of gang rapes and had quiet a few young all to myself. What you might find interesting is that there a quit a few women in the organization who participate.