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"I am Leopard Girl," she said. And then she paused. "I defended my chief. And that is exactly why immersion research should never be conducted."

"I am Leopard Girl. And I defended my chief," she said again. There was complete silence in the room.

"Let me tell you why immersion is wrong," she started again. "He was my chief. I belonged to him. He protected me and looked after me. I was his prized possession. As scientists, how can we study and research and observe without letting bias and opinion enter into the equation when we are that close to our subjects?"

"I created a new role for their culture," she continued. "They had never had a Leopard Girl before. Our role is pursuing science; not creating history. In a male dominated society, who knows what the introduction of a Leopard Girl role will do? It could change the culture and it could ultimately destroy it."

"I placed myself in harm's way through immersion research. There is always some element of risk in field work. But in immersion, you become one with the culture and that puts you in danger."

"And finally, I killed a man. I committed no crime. It is not illegal in that country to defend your women. But I will have to live the rest of my life knowing that I took the life of another human being. I have no idea if he had a wife or family, but he probably did. His children will probably grow up bitter and one of them will raid again someday in the name of vengeance. And the harm that comes from that raid, and the next, and the next, will be a result of my actions in immersion research."

She ended her short, sobering speech with the image of her naked, glistening body still projected on the screen behind her. "I am Leopard Girl. I defended my chief. No good can come from immersion research."

The audience was silent for several moments. Jill hoped that they would someday forgive her. They were all good scientists. And then there was a clap. It was followed by another clap a second later and then a rhythm was started and others joined in. Then the clapping tempo was supplemented with a chant.

"LEO PARD GIRL…. LEO PARD GIRL… LEO PARD GIRL!" The audience rose to their feet and kept up the clapping and chanting. Jill looked around, confused. Then tears came to her eyes as she realized that her colleagues were rallying around her in support.

Hal let this go on for several minutes before stepping to the podium, wrapping his arm around Jill's waist and giving her a hug. "Let's hear it for Leopard Girl!"

The audience broke into raucous cheering and Hal gave Jill another squeeze. It would have looked like a chaste gesture to most people but Jill knew that Hal was claiming his property rights over her.

"You have heard both sides of the debate now, "he said. "We will continue this discussion at our next meeting. But I have some exciting news for you. Leopard Girl and I are returning to the tribe in two weeks to conduct another month's worth of research."

Jill gasped at hearing the news. She had no idea. She turned to him and just stared at him, astonished.

Chapter 8

Word spread quickly on the campus. Jill had been popular before but she achieved a kind of celebrity status after her identity as Leopard Girl was revealed.

Posters of her naked, threatening form standing over the chief and brandishing her bow showed up in the hallways and on kiosks throughout the campus. Her lecture halls were packed to overflowing and security had to be called in for crowd control. There was a constant, long line outside her door during her office hours and she was frequently stopped in the hallways and asked to sign copies of the poster.

It was totally humiliating to see her naked body displayed everywhere. She could not believe that the police did not tear the posters down. She did remove some that were near her office but they were replaced by others by the next morning. There seemed to be no escaping them. But by the third or fourth day, the humiliation receded and it was just one more indignity that she resigned herself to.

Hal was enjoying all of this greatly. He loved to embarrass his girl and this was just another in a long string of humiliations. But he also loved the way that everyone wanted to be close to her. He could tell that she was the most desired female. And she belonged to him.

At the next club gathering, it was suggested that Jill be allowed to be a hunter at the next hunt. Fortunately, the next hunt was scheduled to take place when she was back on the island. She assumed that all of the fuss would die down by the time she returned and she would not have to be a huntress. At least, she hoped it would die down. She knew that she would get no pleasure from shooting and capturing one of her fellow slaves; unless it was Charity, of course.

She also knew that her absence from the hunt might mean that her husband would be required to take her place. He absolutely hated the hunts, not because of being prey but because of who always stalked him. There were several gay dominants and one of them had developed an interest in him. At the previous hunts that he had attended, this particular gay dominant had stalked him and bagged him each time. He had spent the night with a cock in his mouth or ass each time and had miserable experiences.

There were actually two club gatherings before she had to go on her next trip. At the first one, Hal demonstrated the strength test of the Incunu. He demonstrated it on each of the male slaves instead of himself, however. Once again, Jill had to watch the painful exercise but, this time, she did not have the chief to support and comfort her.

At the other gathering, she was once again paired up with Charity. She had talked to Hal about it and he had agreed to work on pairing them more frequently. The entertainment at this gathering was a contest. Jill and Charity would be competing against one another. The contest was a form of wrestling match. Each of the girls was oiled up, as was the mat where they would be competing. The objective was to put a butt plug, a dildo and a gag in the opponent. Once an object was placed, taking it out or letting it slip out would automatically disqualify that girl. The first girl to place all three objects in her opponent would win. The loser would become the property of the winning slave's owner for two days. So either Jill would belong to Janice or Charity would belong to Hal. Either way, Jill would get to spend some time with Charity.

The bell rang to start the match. Each girl wore a leather thong around her waist and the objects were clipped to the thong. The girls started circling each other.

"So you're Leopard Girl, huh?" chided Charity as she circled and reached out, parrying. "Well meet Panther Girl!"

Jill smiled at her young friend and student. "Nice to meet you, Panther Girl. But I'm going to turn you into Pussy Girl tonight." The others at the gathering circled the mat and roared with laughter at the exchange.

"Go get her, Panther Girl!" shouted one. "Stuff Pussy Girl's pussy," encouraged another. They eventually started grappling but the oil made gripping one another difficult. It also made it hard to stand and soon they fell to the mat.

Jill fell on top of Charity who had landed on her stomach. Jill took advantage of the position and straddled the younger girl, quickly plugging her ass. The penetration was easy do to all of the oil but Charity still squealed as the large object was driven deep into her rectum.

Charity arched her body upward suddenly, knocking Jill off balance and sending her sprawling. Now the tables were turned and it was the younger slave straddling the older one. Charity was fast and she quickly slipped the dildo into the older girl's pussy. Jill was so shocked at what just happened that she was slow to react. Charity started pumping the dildo in and out and then pushed it deep, ramming it against Jill's cervix.