Others wondered about that, but as a leader of her peer group in school, few openly questioned her methods for academic achievement. She'd gotten great grades in High School without having a particularly nimble mind, or studying hard. A little cooing and sultry whispers, combined with a kiss or two sometimes did it.įor more difficult cases, she'd casually rub her- self against them, or let them cop a feel of her boobs, or crotch, and sometimes even jerked them off. Usually she didn't have to actually sleep with them of course. She'd lost her cherry before entering high school, to a handsome teacher who'd responded by changing her F to an A. By twelve she was wearing tight or revealing clothes and positioning her body in such a way that older boys and even grown men would groan and flash carnal visual images in their minds.īy the time she'd turned thirteen, she was an expert at manipulation, at controlling and maneuvering men, using their weakness for her nubile teenage body to make soft jelly of their hearts and minds, and hard steel of their prongs. She'd learned quickly that the men who looked at her so closely could be manipulated in a variety of ways to her benefit.Īt eleven, that merely meant cooing and blinking her eyes. Even when she was eleven years old, her physical maturity was such that she was taken for a girl several years older. She was, as she well knew, a lovely, even stunning young woman. She was, after all, used to be stared at, though not in quite the same way. If she noticed the stares, she gave not sign. Kristen herself was very far from invisible to the baggage handlers, as well as all the other bemused, astonished and wondering Africans within sight. It was little wonder, what with the enormous amount of lug- gage sitting beside him. Thus she was now standing on the runway in a baking heat, watching her father wave forlornly at bag- gage handlers who zipped by as if he were invisible. No amount of whining, cajoling and beg- ging had managed to sway them. They intended that this would be a good old fashioned family holiday, and were determined to enjoy it if it killed them, and her. Going on an African safari, far from chili dogs, pizza, MTV, and her friends, was not her idea of a holiday.įor once, though, her parents had held firm. She had whined and sulked during the plane flight, and was now whining, sulking, pouting, and occasionally snarling. Kristen had whined the entire week before they left. aside from the rapes, non-consensual sex and bondage, that is. She becomes separated and is kidnapped and abused by jungle savages and other nasty sorts. This is the story of a spoiled teenage coed who is forced to accompany her parents on an African safari.