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From the journal of Percy Fawcett who disappeared in the Amazon jungle searching for a lost city in late May or early June of 1925. Of course, it’s my version of his journal, and should be taken as such.

June 1, 1925

Today began as a rather typical day. We ate our morning rations and broke camp shortly after dawn. Once again, it took little time for the heat of the day to become stifling. We had occasional sightings of natives, but none of them appeared to be bothered by our presence. It was around noon when one of the Brazilian labourers began speaking in an agitated manner. He motioned excitedly for me to come. I hastened to his side. A short distance ahead was a cleared area devoid of the jungle clutter we had battled endlessly against. He motioned towards the area.

At first, I thought I was hallucinating. The jungle and the heat can take its toll and we had heard it was not uncommon to experience such. I rubbed my eyes, but the sight before us remained. In the center of the clearing was a stout post. I had seen them previously and assumed the native people used them as part of their religious rites. But this sight brought that assumption into doubt. Fastened to the post was a woman. And mind you, not just any woman for the unfortunate lass appeared to be of European origin. As we moved in closer two things became glaringly apparent. First, whoever had done this was determined this lovely soul would remain fixed there. And second, there was little concern given to the discomfort inflicted upon her.

She heard us approach and opened her eyes, but I sensed little in the way of fear from her. Any reaction she might have been tempted to make was hindered by a gag strapped firmly between her teeth. I studied her closely. It was not a stretch to say she seemed to be a product of the very jungle we had been traversing. Her form was sleek and muscular, and her skin was well seasoned by the sun. Her hair was long, falling nearly to her waist but amazingly seemed free of the grime and tangles one would have thought to accompany such length. It glowed radiantly with a whiteness like a fresh snow. Perhaps most striking were her eyes. They were of a light grey-blue hue, and had a most penetrating quality. She was nude, or mostly so. Her brief top, which consisted of sewn animal skins, had been tied to some of her restraints and hung down her front. A cord of leather adorned with the teeth of predatory beasts looped about her slender neck and feathers from a rather large bird were braided into her hair. I took careful note of the cord which held this distressed damsel to her post. I had seen similar among some of the tribespeople and had even managed to procure small portions for our use. It appeared to be spun from the multitude of vine-like vegetation that literally covered the lower reaches of the forest. It was strong as steel, capable of holding heavy equipment, and more than ably suited to bind and hold this occupant to her post. The rough, fibrous cord cut cruelly into her flesh at multiple places holding her sleek form to the post as tightly as joined slats on a whiskey barrel, and I commented to my companions regarding the strength required to accomplish this brand of restraint.

Her arms could scarcely be observed. They were behind her, fastened together at multiple junctures from her wrists to her biceps in a manner that had to be excruciating. More of the cord went about her lithe body at numerous points pressing those arms harshly against the post by her own restrained body. More cord about her neck and shoulders secured her tightly in place, and a few cruelly placed strands dented the firm flesh of her breasts. This cruelty paled to the harsh wooden splints tied on either side of her nipples, squeezing the flesh of them between their cruel embrace. But the atrocities didn’t end there. As with her upper body, her lower extremities were fastened together and to the post at numerous variables, making it doubtful the comely lass would have been capable of standing on her own accord had we freed her. But the strictures which certainly bought her the most grief were the ones bisecting her plump womanhood. They fastened to a belt of cord in front and dove between thighs in a fashion that both penetrated her deeply, and pulled the belt down sharply over the bones of her hips. I feared the severity of this could blister her.

After some consultation, we allowed it best to relieve the poor captive of her gag, but we had no sooner than done so when one of the Brazilian hands burst excitedly into our midst. He relayed that we needed to make haste. Unfriendly tribes were nearby and they appeared to be stirred. We retreated from the clearing, but are determined to return at first dawn.

Description

From the journal of Percy Fawcett who disappeared in the Amazon jungle searching for a lost city in late May or early June of 1925. Of course, it’s my version of his journal, and should be taken as such.

June 1, 1925

Today began as a rather typical day. We ate our morning rations and broke camp shortly after dawn. Once again, it took little time for the heat of the day to become stifling. We had occasional sightings of natives, but none of them appeared to be bothered by our presence. It was around noon when one of the Brazilian labourers began speaking in an agitated manner. He motioned excitedly for me to come. I hastened to his side. A short distance ahead was a cleared area devoid of the jungle clutter we had battled endlessly against. He motioned towards the area.

At first, I thought I was hallucinating. The jungle and the heat can take its toll and we had heard it was not uncommon to experience such. I rubbed my eyes, but the sight before us remained. In the center of the clearing was a stout post. I had seen them previously and assumed the native people used them as part of their religious rites. But this sight brought that assumption into doubt. Fastened to the post was a woman. And mind you, not just any woman for the unfortunate lass appeared to be of European origin. As we moved in closer two things became glaringly apparent. First, whoever had done this was determined this lovely soul would remain fixed there. And second, there was little concern given to the discomfort inflicted upon her.

She heard us approach and opened her eyes, but I sensed little in the way of fear from her. Any reaction she might have been tempted to make was hindered by a gag strapped firmly between her teeth. I studied her closely. It was not a stretch to say she seemed to be a product of the very jungle we had been traversing. Her form was sleek and muscular, and her skin was well seasoned by the sun. Her hair was long, falling nearly to her waist but amazingly seemed free of the grime and tangles one would have thought to accompany such length. It glowed radiantly with a whiteness like a fresh snow. Perhaps most striking were her eyes. They were of a light grey-blue hue, and had a most penetrating quality. She was nude, or mostly so. Her brief top, which consisted of sewn animal skins, had been tied to some of her restraints and hung down her front. A cord of leather adorned with the teeth of predatory beasts looped about her slender neck and feathers from a rather large bird were braided into her hair. I took careful note of the cord which held this distressed damsel to her post. I had seen similar among some of the tribespeople and had even managed to procure small portions for our use. It appeared to be spun from the multitude of vine-like vegetation that literally covered the lower reaches of the forest. It was strong as steel, capable of holding heavy equipment, and more than ably suited to bind and hold this occupant to her post. The rough, fibrous cord cut cruelly into her flesh at multiple places holding her sleek form to the post as tightly as joined slats on a whiskey barrel, and I commented to my companions regarding the strength required to accomplish this brand of restraint.

Her arms could scarcely be observed. They were behind her, fastened together at multiple junctures from her wrists to her biceps in a manner that had to be excruciating. More of the cord went about her lithe body at numerous points pressing those arms harshly against the post by her own restrained body. More cord about her neck and shoulders secured her tightly in place, and a few cruelly placed strands dented the firm flesh of her breasts. This cruelty paled to the harsh wooden splints tied on either side of her nipples, squeezing the flesh of them between their cruel embrace. But the atrocities didn’t end there. As with her upper body, her lower extremities were fastened together and to the post at numerous variables, making it doubtful the comely lass would have been capable of standing on her own accord had we freed her. But the strictures which certainly bought her the most grief were the ones bisecting her plump womanhood. They fastened to a belt of cord in front and dove between thighs in a fashion that both penetrated her deeply, and pulled the belt down sharply over the bones of her hips. I feared the severity of this could blister her.

After some consultation, we allowed it best to relieve the poor captive of her gag, but we had no sooner than done so when one of the Brazilian hands burst excitedly into our midst. He relayed that we needed to make haste. Unfriendly tribes were nearby and they appeared to be stirred. We retreated from the clearing, but are determined to return at first dawn.