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" I must have this photo shoot. It can make my career." Ashley protested as her local guide packed his bags and stormed off. He called back to her "No! I no go to that land. No money is worth it. The tribe that lives there is too dangerous. They cannibals."

"Fine! I'll go there myself." Ashley snorted as she shouldered her backpack. It had been three years of work as an anthropological photographer, carefully recording and preserving rare and endangered cultures. Still, she had yet to find anything truly unique. Half of the "isolated villages" she had encountered had pepsi vending machines in them and spoke fluent French. Her career languished without a real finding. She broke through a clearing and gasped. A circle of grass huts around a large fire pit looked promising. The multitude of human skulls mounted on poles looked menacing. Ashley steeled her resolve and spoke her mantra " humans are kind, loving, and gentle. As long as I don't present as a threat, they have no reason to harm me."

She approached two burly men standing by the fire and called out a greeting to them in a local language. They turned to look at her and their eyes went wide with surprise. Suddenly she felt her backpack being lifted. She turned around to see a hungry looking young woman lifting her backpack off of her shoulders. "Oh, thank you." Ashley said expecting that the young woman was simply helping to relieve her load.

The young woman fished through her backpack.As Ashley continued to talk to the men. "I'm here to photograph rare tribes.Is it okay if I take pictures of this place." One man replied, " you are the answer to our prayers." He pointed to a large totem pole as the other man stepped in close and struck her across the head with a club.

When Ashley came too, she was half-naked and tied to a pole. Village women were preparing her body for cooking as they cut away her clothing. Ashley saw a young woman curiously toying with her cellphone across the way.

"Why are you doing this? I did not come here to hurt you?" Ashley protested. One man came up and squeezed her bare breast and she whimpered and he replied, "you good meat. you feed our people many days. Answer to our prayers for food."

Ashley cried realizing she was about to be eaten. Why was the thought making her wet? One man started caressing her thigh and she realized it was his cock he touched her with, not his hand. Why did her body crave that cock? None of it mattered now. She was going to die and become meat. As the cooking women set to work on her body, she screamed out to the woman holding the cellphone. "Point it at me and press the white circle to take the picture and the square with diagonal shape on it to send." Ashley wasn't sure if anyone could rescue her or, if nothing else, she could achieve in death what she never had done in life. Little did she suspect that the tribe would make such use of her body. The men occasionally used her for their own sexual gratification even while the women continued preparing her meat to become the feast. Even the women seemed to delight in stroking their own clits as they tormented poor Ashley.

Thousands of miles away, an email pinged in central office. As they saw this picture here they knew Ashley had successfully contacted a rare tribe. They also knew she wouldn't be reporting back to work next Monday. Her boss quietly took the picture home with him to jerk off to.

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"Happy 4th of July" she whispers in your ear before licking your tears off your cheek.

She promises that this will make you a better person...

Art credit to Ironlilly

You challenged a great swordswoman to a naked duel. Big mistake.