Carnival bondage perils - Captured by Cannibals

It was an a Carnival Sunday some time ago. My wife and I had assisted to a carnival procession in a small village somewhere in the Western part of Germany and now we were heading back to our car. We were disguised as a explorer couple and suddenly we were surrounded by three women who were disguised as savage cannibals. They told us, apperently in sport, that we were there "capture" and that we had to come with them to a private carnival party to have some beers and a lot of fun. My wife and I we felt a little thrilled and excited with about being "captured" as we felt quite vulnerable and defenseless in our safari-style and colonialist explorer outfit. We were even a little aroused about being captured by these savage cannibal women and so we played along with the game and followed them without any resistance...

 We followed them to a remote area of the small town and the party was hold in a kind of barn and apparently there yet were no other guests. There was a radio with some carnival music and we were offered some glasses of beer from a draft and as we were not used to drink much alcohol we got a little drunk and felt quite uneasy because we would have to go home by taxi now. We told them several times that we had to head off, but they told us, apparently still in sport, that we were their captives and prey and that we were not allowed to go. We still played along with the game, as we are polite and did not want to offend our quite weird "captors". So we got some more beers and got even more drunk and then suddenly they fetched out some rope and told that as their captives of course we had to be tied up to have even more fun with us...

What followed then was really incredible. They actually started to tie us up and I was already to much drunk to offer many resistance and my wife was no match for the quite forceful and decided cannibal women. My wife told them that this were no fun any more, but our captors only laughed and told her that there was much more fun to come...

And actually our incredible bondage ordeal got even worse. We were brought to an other room of the barn and some more rope was wound around our chest, our belly and our legs. Then we were gagged with our own scarves and laid down on the floor. They put a candle on a plastic scull and some apparently real bones from a pig or cattle and a big sharp knife on the floor in front of us. Then our Cannibal captors told us that they would let struggle us for a while in order to have time to imagine what they would do with us. And when they would come back the real fun were to start. They left the room and left us alone and we moaned, whimpered and struggled desperately and could yet not believe what were actually happening to us. After some time our cannibal women captors came back an the started to make some video clips of us struggling against our tight ropes and moaning and whimpering into our gags. Then they were posing with us, making videos with some of them having us at knife-point, fondling and caressing us and putting their feet on our neck and our buttocks to demonstrate our most complete submission. It was very humiliating, but at the same time, my wife and I were aroused beyond belief. Our kinky cannibal women captors had fun with us for more than an hour and  they made a lot video clips of our humiliating bondage distress. And the only thing we could do was to moan and whimper into our gags to express our protest. Finally our gags were removed and they told us that they would free us under the condition that we should be their tightly bound colionalist style explorer captives during next year's carnival procession. They told us that they had some very nice video clips of us and that it would be quite difficult to us to prove that that what they had done with us not had happened without our expicit consent. It was kind of blackmailing, but my wife and I we had not much of a choice and so we agreed to meet them the next year at the same time and to participate as requested during the village carnival procession. So at least the cut our ropes with the big knife and we were released and they asked kind of pardon for what they had done to us, but we were so cute and vulnerable in our explorer safari outfit and so they couldn't resist to do what they had done. My wife and I, we took a taxi back home and we actually told to nobody what had happened to us on this Carnival Sunday and from time to time our captors send us by e-mail some of the clips they had made with us and remembered us our date on next year's carnival Sunday...

And so, more or less one year later on Carnival Sunday we went again to the village where we had to stand our weird bondage passion and as promised we dressed up in a colonialist style safari outfit. Some coils of rope were wound around our chest and belly and our wrists were tightly tied up behind our buttocks and then the Carnival procession started, with my wife and I being the bound white captives of a bunch of savage cannibal women dancing around us and singing Carnival songs and throwing sweets into the crowd surrounding the procession. To be honest, my wife and I, we enjoyed it a lot to be gabed by everybody in our bondage distress and we felt a little like Roman's captives may have felt during a triumphal procession in ancient Rome. The procession lasted for more then three hours and we enjoyed it to the fullest and were quite aroused and at the end we were released from our bonds, had some drinks and some chats with our Cannibal captors and we agreed that in due time we would come back for an other procession, maybe this time dressed up as Cowgirl and Cowboy to be captured by some Indian squaws...