an unfinished jungle girl story by Dangerguy
WARNING: This story is strictly fictional and is not intended to portray any real persons, living or dead, nor is it at all intended to encourage the type of activity portrayed here. It is not to be resold for profit. It is strictly a fantasy/parody, intended for the personal enjoyment of those who appreciate the superheroine in bondage/peril/sexual situations genre. The story depicts graphic sexual situations, including bondage, violence, and non-consensual sex, among a number of other nasty things. It is NOT intended, nor is it at all suitable, for minors. If you are under the age of 18, or if this type of thing offends you, you shouldn’t be reading it. Otherwise, carry on, and enjoy.
"Your majesty, we must speak."
King M'Boto of the Karanga tribe opened one eye. He had recognized the voice of N'Taka, his witch doctor and most trusted advisor, and studied the man's face to gauge the importance of his advisor's visit. N'Taka's dark brown face was deadly serious, the muscles of his jaw clenched tensely, his eyes intense beneath his colorful, feather-festooned headdress.
King M'Boto sighed heavily, opened his other eye, and sat up on his daybed, which was sumptuously cushioned with the pelts of zebras and leopards. The King raised his arms and stretched, his muscles rippling beneath his tight ebony skin. He wore naught but a lion-skin loin cloth, the better to display his formidable frame. He turned to the three concubines who had been massaging his broad shoulders, fanning him, and feeding him peeled fruit.
"Leave us," he ordered the three beautiful black women, and without a word, they rose and left the room. "Very well, N'Taka. Speak."
"Sire," N'Taka said respectfully, "I will not waste your time with lengthy explanations, and come right to the point..."
"Indeed?" M'Boto pronounced in his deep, resonant voice. "This is a most auspicious day, old friend," he said in a tone that one would only recognize as teasing if one knew the King extremely well. Which, fortunately, N'Taka did.
"Today may be auspicious, sire," N'Taka replied gravely, acknowledging his ruler's jest with a fleeting smile, "but the days ahead will not be, if the auguries hold true."
This brought the King to full attention. The Karanga took the prophetic capabilities of their witch doctors very seriously.
"What have you foreseen, N'Taka?"
"You may remember, sire, that long ago the Karanga came to these lands and fought for the right to rule them against another people, the Bambuli," N'Taka said. M'Boto suppressed a grunt of impatience--it seemed as though N'Taka would be his usual long-winded self despite his earlier promise. "I have only recently discovered that the Warlords of the Bambuli had their witch doctors place a curse upon the conquerors of their land."
"A curse?!" M'Boto exclaimed. The Karanga were a superstitious people, and the King was no exception. "What sort of curse?"
"That the line of Karangan Kings would come to an abrupt end one day, sire. I have determined that that day is nigh."
M'Boto stood and began to pace about his throne room. Despite his physical prowess and a palace full of wives and concubines, he had not produced an heir. It had proven most troubling, and he had tasked N'Taka with finding a cure or an explanation, preferably both. It seemed he had found the latter.
"So the reason I have not been able to produce an heir is the product of a Bambuli curse," the King said, stating the obvious.
"Precisely, sire," N'Taka agreed.
"There must be a way to lift the curse! Find it!" King M'Boto shouted angrily.
"I already have, sire," N'Taka said, and allowed a smug smile to curl the corners of his thick, dark lips. The King's dark eyes widened and bored into the witch doctor expectantly. N'Taka paused a moment, then continued. "I have seen, in a vision, the only woman who would be worthy of being your mate. Coupling with her will break the curse."
"Who? Who is this woman?" M'Boto demanded.
"I saw, in my vision, a woman with skin like ivory, and hair like long strands of gold," the witch doctor pronounce rhapsodically. "She wore the skin of Bala, the leopard, and showed proficiency with blade, and spear, and bow, that surpassed our greatest warriors."
The King inhaled deeply, his broad, dark chest expanding as he understood the witch doctor's words.
"You speak of the Jungle Queen," M'Boto said with no small amount of reverence. "You speak of Sheena!"
"I do, my lord," N'Taka said solemnly.
King M'Boto crossed his powerful arms and turned from his witch doctor, lost in thought for a moment. Then he nodded slowly.
"It shall be done. It must be done. The line must be preserved!" the King proclaimed. He turned and placed his huge hand on his old friend's shoulder. "Send B'Kolo to me, old friend. His warriors shall prove their worthiness to their King. They will face their greatest challenge yet--they will do what no man has yet done: capture the deadly Jungle Queen!"
"At once, sire!" N'Taka said, took a low bow, and left the chamber.
He smiled smugly as he went to retrieve the commander of the King's warriors. It is all coming together as I planned, N'Taka thought. With that troublesome Sheena out of the way, the German Nazis will be able to take control of all of Africa. And they shall install ME as King of Karanga instead of this muscle-bound buffoon! It took all of the witch doctor's self-control to suppress peals of pleased laughter as he walked through the palace.
Sheena, Queen of the Jungle, swam to the bank of the slow-flowing river and pulled her naked body from the water. The sun glittered on the droplets of water that covered and ran down her tawny skin. She tossed her head back, water flying gracefully from her long blonde hair. She closed her blue eyes and turned her face up to the sky, placed her hands on top of her large, firm breasts and took a deep breath, enjoying the warmth of sun on her body.
She loved taking the opportunity to bathe like this. Bob Reynolds, her mate, disapproved of it; it violated his sense of decency. Sheena could not understand why Bob clung to the mores of his home country, mores that had no application in the jungles of Africa, where he had lived for several years now. Fortunately, Bob had gone on one of his infrequent visits back to America, giving Sheena a chance to enjoy the pleasures of a bath in the river without his protests and disapproving glances. Sheena loved Bob, but found him unfathomable at times. She supposed it made him interesting.
"I hope Bob will not need as much rescuing in America as he does in Africa," Sheena said to Chim, her chimpanzee companion, who sat in a tree on the river bank guarding her clothing. "Especially since I am not there to save him as I usually do."
"Chee! Chee!" the little ape chirped back, as he did to anything she said. Sheena smiled as she walked over to Chim's tree and pulled her skimpy leopard-skin outfit from the branch where it hung. She had heard other white women compare men to apes, but Sheena found apes much easier to understand and, at times, to please.
Sheena pulled her swimsuit-like apparel over her voluptuous body, first pulling the tight bottom portion up her legs and over her shapely rear. She then pulled up two narrow bands over her arms until they hung from her shoulders, and carefully arranged her large, luscious breasts so the leopard-skin strands covered the copper-colored areola and nipples at their peaks. Sheena then pulled her gold arm-bands back over her strong yet slender biceps, strapped her knife-belt around her narrow waist, and slipped her silver bangles back over her wrists and ankles. She placed her hands on her hips and looked at Chim.
"How do I look?" she asked him.
"Chee! Chee!" he replied, as always, but appeared to be smiling broadly.
"Better than those women in...what is it called...New York, no?" Sheena said confidently. Still, she had to suppress an uncharacteristic pang of anxiety. She always worried, whenever Bob went back to America, that he would decide to stay. Especially if he met a woman he liked better than her...
A sudden eruption of colorful birds, all taking to flight from the trees along Sheena's side of the river, stirred the Jungle Queen from her reverie. Sheena frowned and glanced up at the panicked birds, then her blue eyes narrowed and gazed into the dense jungle in front of her. Something must have disturbed them...something, or someone...
"Ooo, ooo, ooo..." Chim hooted nervously.
"Silence, Chim!" she hissed at him. Sheena's hand curled around the handle of her long knife. She listened carefully for any sound at all, but only heard the whispering of the wind in the trees. Her lean muscles tensed as she readied herself for action.
She didn't have long to wait. A heartbeat later, a dozen tall, muscular black men erupted from the Jungle and advanced upon her, bright war paint on their faces, spears drawn. Sheena wasted no time. Her powerful legs propelled her upwards and she latched on to a branch above her. The two closest warriors found themselves face to face with the Jungle Queen's feet, which smashed into their faces and sent them sprawling backwards onto the ground, unconscious.
"EEE!! EEE!!" Chim screeched as he climbed higher into the tree and watched his mistress in action.
Sheena deftly pulled her body up until the branch rested against her abdomen. A warrior approached her from the right, and she hooked her foot around the back of his neck; she pulled her leg back and sent the man crashing into another warrior who had tried to attack her left. They fell to the ground in a heap.
Sheena pushed herself up onto the branch, then quickly climbed several feet higher into the tree. She glared down at the warriors who gathered beneath her. She expected them to throw their spears at her, and had intended to use the foliage as cover, but strangely, the dark-skinned men kept their spears in their hands.
"Who dares attack Sheena?" the golden-haired beauty demanded imperiously. "Speak or feel the sharp kiss of my blade!"
One warrior, whose headgear of bound boar tusks identified him as having special status, stepped forward to speak.
"I am B'Kolo, greatest of the warriors of Karanga," the man announced, looking up at Sheena. "I have been sent by King M'Boto to bring you to his court."
"Hrmph," Sheena grunted, unimpressed. "You have travelled far, B'Kolo of the Karanga," she said. "Why does the King seek an audience with Sheena? And why does he deliver his invitations so rudely?"
"All will become clear to you in the fullness of time, white warrior," B'Kolo answered evasively. "You will come down so we may bring you to the King."
"Sheena will do no such thing," she snarled back at the arrogant warrior. She gripped the blade of her knife and coiled the muscles in her legs, preparing to attack and teach these Karangan warriors the folly of attacking the Queen of the Jungle.
"It was not a request," B'Kolo said, a threatening tone in his voice. Without taking his eyes off of the angry Jungle Queen above him, he quickly waved his hand. Sheena heard a short, sharp whispering sound, then felt a sharp pain in her buttock.
"OW!!" she cried, and turned to examine what had happened to her backside.
She found a small, slender needle which had penetrated half its length into her the flesh of her shapely rear. She pulled the needle from her body and threw it aside, then shifted her position in the foliage to better hide herself. She glanced down at the warriors below her and snorted derisively.
"You shall have to do better than to attack Sheena with pinpricks, B'Kolo!" she shouted down contemptuously.
"I think you will find the attack most effective, Sheena," the warrior said, his lips curling into a confident grin.
"I shall teach you...to..." Sheena squeezed her eyes shut as a sudden wave of dizziness overcame her. She shook her head of long blonde hair, then tried to brace herself against the tree trunk. The tree seemed to be spinning; Sheena could feel her grip on the tree branches slipping. "Sh-Sheena...w-will..." she tried to utter a threat, but knew it was no use. Sheena knew the needle must have been coated with some sort of sleeping potion that worked its will in her bloodstream. Her blue eyes rolled up into her head, and her jaw went slack. "Unnngghh..." she moaned as she felt her body sliding off of the tree branch.
As she lost consciousness, Sheena's body tipped forward. She went limp and tumbled from the tree, crashing through two or three smaller branches as she fell. B'Kolo stepped forward and caught the body of the insensible Jungle Queen before she crashed into the ground. He looked around at his warriors and began barking orders.
"Bring the ropes!" he shouted.
The witch doctor had promised the potion would keep the Jungle Queen unconscious for hours, long enough to get her back to Karanga, but the formidable warrior was taking no chances. The warriors produced several lengths of rope; B'Kolo gently placed Sheena on the ground and let his men go to work.
First they removed her knife-belt from her waist, then flipped her over so she lay on her front. Then two men grabbed her arms and crossed her wrists behind her back. They wound rope around them, tying the cord off and binding her arms together behind her back. Another pair of warriors took hold of Sheena's shapely legs and bent them at the knee, then tied a length of rope that bound her ankles together. The warriors then tied Sheena's bound hands to her bound ankles, bending her voluptuous body into the uncomfortable arch of a tight hog-tie. A long, thick pole was brought forward and inserted between Sheena's legs and arms, beneath the ropes. Two warriors took hold of either end of the pole and lifted the bound Jungle Queen's body off the ground. B'Kolo nodded his approval, then led his men back into the jungle, their bound and captive prize swaying limply on the pole like a captured animal.
From high in the trees, Chim had watched the scene unfold with growing panic.
"EEE!! EEE!!" he screeched despondently, slapping his forepaws against his head. When the warriors departed into the undergrowth, the loyal little chimp followed them in the tree-tops.
The witch doctor's potion had proven his words; Sheena did not awake until well after she had been brought back to the Karangan capitol and the palace of King M'Boto. Sheena's eyelids fluttered over her blue eyes as consciousness returned. She angrily shook off the grogginess that lingered from the sleeping potion and studied her predicament.
She appeared to be in the middle of a large open courtyard in the King's palace. Night had fallen, and a full moon poured its pale light onto the Jungle Queen's curvaceous frame. Sheena was bound, of course. Two thick logs stood on either side of her, their trunks buried deep in the earth. Her arms were stretched outwards and upwards, bound to the upright logs by thick ropes which were wrapped around the wooden beams. Her ankles were similarly bound below her, her naked feet tied several inches from the ground beneath them. As a result, her body was suspended between the logs in a vulnerable spread-eagle position.
Sheena struggled with her bonds, desperately trying to pull or slip free of them, but gave up after several minutes. She was bound expertly; the Jungle Queen had no choice but to wait and see what her captors had planned for her.
Suddenly, Sheena heard the sound of drums beating from outside the courtyard. The sound got closer. She saw flickering lights and shadows playing in the trees outside the courtyard. She then watched as a procession entered the enclosure, coming through a gate directly in front of her and twenty yards away.
Dozens of African tribes-people were entering the courtyard, several of them carrying torches. Some strapping dark-skinned men beat a steady rhythm on huge drums strapped around their broad chests. Many of the men had faces decorated with war paint; Sheena recognized the visage of B'Kolo, the leader of the warriors who had captured her. She sneered angrily at him, but his face remained impassive. Several attractive women were also in the crowd, their breasts bared, their dark bodies decorated with carvings of ivory and gold.
The procession was led by a tall man wearing a resplendent head-dress of multi-colored feathers. He carried a tall, craggy power-stick--evidence of his stature and his calling: he was a witch doctor. Sheena glared angrily at him, certain that this was the man who had concocted the knock-out potion used on her. Like B'Kolo, the witch doctor regarded her impassively.
The procession stopped immediately in front of her. The drums ceased. The witch doctor stepped forward. He came to stand directly in front of Sheena. He spread his arms and tilted his head back and addressed the heavens.
"Gods of Karanga, behold!" the N'Taka intoned. "We bring before you the white warrior woman, the Jungle Queen. Bless her coupling with our King, that it may bring forth issue and continue the line."
"What?!" Sheena shouted angrily. "Coupling?! I will do no such...OOOOFFFF!!"
N'Taka had taken his power-stick and jabbed the broad knot at its top sharply into Sheena's belly, knocking the wind from the haughty Jungle Queen's lungs and silencing her.
"You will not speak, Sheena, Queen of the Jungle," N'Taka commanded. "Your role is passive. Accept it in silence."
The witch doctor turned and beckoned to B'Kolo. The warrior stepped forward and handed a long ceremonial dagger to the witch doctor. The shaman held the dagger up in the moonlight, and the assembled Karangans shouted their approval. The drummers let loose a rumbling roll on their skins. Sheena watched with growing trepidation as N'Taka unsheathed the long knife, then turned back to face her. Once again, though she knew it was fruitless, she pulled frantically at her bonds.
N'Taka stepped up to the writhing Jungle Queen, the dagger held before him. He held the blade up, pressing its cutting edge against Sheena's pale throat.
"Cease your struggling," N'Taka said. "Accept your fate."
"Never, charlatan," Sheena hissed at him. "You shall know the kiss of my blade before we are done."
N'Taka offered no response--at least not verbally. He slowly drew the tip of the knife down Sheena's body, over her exposed sternum, between her large breasts, down to her navel. He then reversed direction and traced upwards over Sheena's skin with the tip of the blade.
Despite her best efforts to be brave, Sheena's body trembled slightly at the touch of the knife tip. She had never been captured like this, never been rendered so helpless. She could not slip loose of her bonds; her captors could have their way with her. She knew little of the ways of the Karanga, and did not know if they would use this ceremony to rape her, or kill her, or both. N'Taka saw her body quiver, and the Jungle Queen thought she saw a slight, sadistic smile come to the witch doctor's thick, dark lips.
N'Taka suddenly inserted the knife beneath one of the leopard-skin straps that covered Sheena's breasts, just below her shoulder. He sliced the strap apart, and the fabric fell away, revealing Sheena's right breast. Sheena inhaled sharply, but showed no other response to the act. N'Taka's dark eyes stared at her exposed mammary hungrily, and for a moment, the Jungle Queen thought he might do more than just uncover it, but he did not. A moment later, he slowly traced the knife tip across her chest to the other strap, and sliced through it as well. The strap fluttered away from her left breast and hung uselessly from her waist. Sheena clenched her teeth together, held up her chin, and glared regally at the witch doctor. She refused to show any sign that his actions had disturbed her.
The witch doctor drank in the sight of Sheena's luscious breasts, the moonlight making her pale skin glow. He took a deep breath, wishing that he could possess the magnificent Jungle Queen himself. Soon, he thought, soon I shall know the pleasures of your white flesh, Sheena! When the Nazis come and M'Boto is deposed, you shall become the prized concubine of King N'Taka! For now, however, the witch doctor knew he would have to bide his time.
Sheena concentrated on putting on a brave face, but it was difficult. Bathing alone and nude in a river was one thing; but to be bound and stripped in front of a throng of onlookers galled her. Her nature urged her to take action, to fight her enemies...but of course she could not. She had never felt so helpless; her anger was gradually being overwhelmed by fear. She felt sweat starting to bead on her increasingly naked skin.
N'Taka slowly, torturously traced the sharp tip of the knife down between Sheena's naked breasts and over her taut abdomen towards the waistline of her skimpy outfit. He turned the knife, tucking it in between her body and the fabric. With a single, swift stroke that made the buxom Jungle Queen gasp, he drew the knife down and away, slicing through the leopard skin over her right thigh. The thin fabric fell away from her right side, revealing her hip, her buttock, and some of the fair downy fleece that covered her pussy. The witch doctor then sliced through the leopard skin over Sheena's left thigh, and the ruined garment fell from her body to the ground, leaving her completely naked and exposed.
"BAT'AI!!" the crowd chanted loudly in unison, making Sheena flinch instinctively. In the Karangan tongue, the word meant 'concubine', but had the connotation of 'whore'. Whatever meaning the crowd had intended, Sheena didn't like the sound of it.
Suddenly, the drums began to pound an aggressive, repeating rhythm: DUM-da-da-da-da-DUM-da-da-da-da-DUM-da-da-da-da-DUM-DUM-DUM-DUM...
Sheena knew something was about to happen. She looked ahead as the crowd parted before her, clearing a path to the entrance to the courtyard twenty yards away. She watched as a regal procession marched into the courtyard through the entrance, led by a dozen beautiful black women in two files. The women wore headdresses of bright feathers, and white fur pelts over their loins. They breasts were bare. Their dark eyes regarded Sheena's naked body impassively as they strode towards her. Behind the women, Sheena could just make out another tall, dark figure, but the high, elaborate headdresses the women wore obscured him from her sight. Nonetheless, she felt certain that King M'Boto was approaching.
When the women--apparently the King's concubines--reached Sheena, they parted, and the two files each formed a semi-circle on either side of the bound Jungle Queen. When the last pair of concubines stepped apart, the drums stopped. When the Jungle Queen finally saw the King, her blue eyes went wide in amazement, shock, and fear.
King M'Boto was huge, in every sense, monstrously so. He was nearly seven feet tall, and very inch seemed to be packed with pure muscle. He wore a crown of gold and ivory atop his clean-shaven head. His thick neck sloped down to broad, powerful shoulders; the dark, smooth skin of his chest rippled over immense pectoral muscles. His arms were thicker than most people's thighs. Sheena's amazed eyes wandered down over the King's washboard-like abdominal muscles, past the lion pelt that covered his loins, to two legs that reminded her of tree trunks. Sheena realized that the King intended to rape her, and her stomach clenched at the thought of coupling with such a behemoth of a man.
The King's dark eyes gave Sheena's naked, voluptuous body a slow once-over; though his face remained impassive, she could see the raw lust in his eyes. The Jungle Queen stared back at her captor angrily. Still, she thought, she should try to appeal to the man's reason and better nature.
"King M'Boto," she said haughtily, "I expected better from the ruler of the noble Karanga. How dare you treat me with such disrespect! Release me and I shall do my best to forget this insult."
"Sheena, Queen of the Jungle," King M'Boto answered in a deep, sonorous voice as he spread his powerful arms wide. "I shall make you my Queen. You shall bear me many children and ensure that the line of Karanga endures. I bestow upon you the greatest of honors! How can you be insulted?!" he cried exultantly, turning to the crowd around them.
Before Sheena could reply, a loud cheer erupted from the assembled crowd. The blonde jungle girl's blue eyes looked at the crowd of enthusiastic tribes-people anxiously. Didn't these people realized they were about to witness a rape? After several minutes, King M'Boto raised his massive arms and waved his hands downward to silence his people.
"It is an insult because it is not my choice, King M'Boto!" Sheena said when the crowd grew quiet. "I have rights..."
"SILENCE!!" the King shouted, his majestic voice reverberating off the walls of the courtyard. Everyone in attendance, including Sheena, flinched involuntarily. "You are a woman. You have no rights, and no choice. If you speak again, you shall be silenced with force!" he shouted fiercely, his dark eyes blazing.
Sheena held her tongue, despite the King's pejorative remarks. She knew if she was to survive this ordeal and escape, she would need all her strength; speaking out to satisfy her pride while inviting punishment was not a sound strategy. King M'Boto nodded slowly, with satisfaction, when he saw her acceding to his authority. He clapped his hands twice, loudly. He spread his powerful arms out from his sides, and the two closest concubines stepped towards him. They removed the lion-skin loin cloth from the King's loins.
As King M'Boto stood proudly nude before her, Sheena's blue eyes again opened wide. The King's member was like the rest of him--huge and powerful, even flaccid as it was now. It hung between his legs more than halfway to his knees, and appeared thicker than most men's cock's when they were erect. In involuntary shudder shook Sheena's bound and helpless body as she anticipated having that monster pounding away inside of her.
Not since she was a child had Sheena felt so helpless. She had been captured before, yes, but rarely and briefly, and she had always escaped. She spent more time rescuing her hapless mate, Bob, from danger than falling into its clutches herself. She had never been raped, and had only been intimate with Bob Reynolds. Sweat now ran down her forehead and her naked back. She tugged at her bonds instinctively, but uselessly.
"Prepare her!" the naked King commanded.
The captive Jungle Queen frowned and watched nervously as the beautiful, half-naked black women approached her. She wondered how else she could be further prepared for a rape beyond being bound and stripped, which had already been accomplished. One of the women held a terra cotta pot, which sounded as though it had liquid sloshing in it, which she laid on the ground in front of Sheena. Another woman had a sponge, which she carefully dipped into the pot. It came out dripping with a clear but oily-looking liquid.
The woman held the sponge over Sheena's breasts and squeezed it. The oil spurted from the sponge, landing on the Jungle Queen's naked chest and running down between them to her belly and crotch. It smelled of exotic herbs such as the rich licorice scent of fennel and the savory smell of sage. The woman dipped the sponge again, this time depositing the oil onto Sheena's right hip and thigh; then she used the sponge once again for Sheena's left leg. She soaked the sponge one more time before handing it behind Sheena to another woman, who pressed the sponge against the jungle girl's back and curvaceous rear.
The other women closed in on her, and Sheena watched their hands rubbing the oil over her pale skin. Two dark hands groped and caressed Sheena's large breasts, working the oil into the tender, sensitive globes. The women behind her massaged the oil into her back, taking care to hold her long blonde hair out of the way, while others rubbed the lubricant into her tight ass cheeks. Sheena inhaled sharply when she felt hands caressing her sensitive inner thighs and moving upwards towards her womanhood. She ground her teeth when she felt slender fingers pressing between her labia and coating the entrance to her love channel with the oil. Another finger pressed into her anus, and she gasped in response, her body jerking in her bonds, but helpless to avoid the intimate violation. The sensation distracted Sheena so she did not notice another woman who ran her fingertips over the Jungle Queen's mouth, coating her lips with the scented oil, until it was too late.
At first, Sheena thought the oil was simply intended to lubricate her for the upcoming rape. But then she felt a tingling in her skin, a sudden warmth despite the coolness of the moonlit night, and she began to suspect the oil was also an aphrodisiac. She felt her heart beginning to pound in her chest, and her breathing becoming more rapid and shallow. Her erogenous zones, especially her luscious mouth, her full, heavy breasts, her curvaceous ass, and her sweet, sensitive pussy, felt increasingly warm. The beautiful blonde jungle girl found it increasingly hard to concentrate. Seemingly of its own accord, her voluptuous body began to writhe sensuously in its bonds.
"Nooooooo..." she moaned, protesting her body's licentious betrayal.
Still the beautiful black women continued to massage, caress, and grope her body. They no longer seemed to be applying the oil or working it into her skin; instead, they seemed intent on stimulating the captive Jungle Queen's erogenous zones. She felt hands working her breasts, her armpits, her tummy, her ass, her pussy, her thighs and calves. Sheena tried to resist the erotic sensations the women were inducing in her body, but with less success as time went on. She ground her teeth and shook her head, making her long blonde hair whip about her face and shoulders, but still she could not resist the fragrant oil's siren call. Her heart pounded in her chest; her breaths came in ragged pants; and her exposed pussy began to lubricate.
Suddenly, the King clapped his hands twice loudly, and the concubines abandoned their sensuous manipulation of Sheena's bound and helpless body. They backed away from her, leaving the helpless Jungle Queen thrashing erotically. The muscles of her ass, thighs, and back clenched and unclenched spasmodically; her large breasts bounced and jiggled on her chest as she arched her back repeatedly.
"Mmmmmm..." Sheena groaned as her body succumbed to the salacious power of the oil that had been applied to it.
Her blue eyes, normally as clear and sharp as crystal, were now heavy-lidded and glassy. She glanced about her foggily until her eyes settled on the formidable frame of King M'Boto, who stood nude before her, his huge cock now fully erect. He slowly advanced toward her. Moments before, Sheena had been repulsed and frightened at the prospect of sex with the King in front of his retainers. Now, thanks to the insidious influence of the scented oil, she found herself eagerly anticipating it. Her blue eyes wandered over his huge, powerful body and a thrilled shudder, originating in her overheated loins, made her body tremble.
"Uhhhhhhh..." Sheena breathed. Still, heroically if ineffectually, she resisted. She squeezed her eyes shut and gave her head a shake in a vain attempt to clear it. "No...NO!!" she cried, anger and desperation mixing equally in her voice.
"You cannot resist the shuka, Jungle Queen," King M'Boto intoned from directly in front of her. "A woman's will is too weak to withstand N'Taka's potion. But I will give your body what it craves..."
The huge black man reached out and placed one of his large hands over Sheena's left breast. Despite the impressive size of Sheena's mammary, the King's huge paw easily encompassed it. He began to knead the tender globe while pinching the copper-colored nipple at its peak between two of his fingers.
"Unnnnggghhh!!" Sheena moaned, her eyes closing and her head falling back. "Huuuuhhhhh..." she groaned when she felt the King's other hand cover and squeeze her right breast. Her back arched, pressing her tits into the hands of her captor as her body continued to betray her.
Then Sheena gasped as she felt something huge and hot pressing against her throbbing labia. Her eyes opened wide and her head raised; she saw M'Boto's dark, merciless features, his thick lips curled into a smug grin. Her crystal-blue eyes glanced down, past where the King was molesting her breasts, to watch in horrified fascination as he pressed his mammoth cock against her pussy lips. The jungle girl's nubile body shuddered, in both terror and enthusiasm, as she anticipated feeling M'Boto's huge prick pumping inside her.
"No..." she whispered, though her body yearned to experience its own violation more than anything because of the aphrodisiac. "Do not...do not do this!"
"You resist the shuka, Sheena," M'Boto remarked with a hint of admiration in his voice. "Your will is strong. You will make a most worthy concubine."
"I...will never be...your concubine, King M'Boto!" Sheena declared, her teeth clenched. "I am Sheena! I am the Jungle Queen..."
"You are nothing," the King snarled, "but a vessel for my seed. You are my slave. You are MINE!!"
With that, the King of the Karanga thrust his pelvis upwards and forwards, punching his huge cock into Sheena's wet pussy. The jungle girl's shapely, naked body lurched in its bonds. Her head tossed, falling backwards, as her blonde hair danced about her face and shoulders. Her luscious mouth fell open and a cry of despair and lust escaped past her parted lips.
"AAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!!" Sheena screamed to the pale moon above her, but in delight as well as shock. The witch doctor's pleasure potion worked its will, and the Jungle Queen found herself becoming a willing accomplice in her own rape. The huge black man's mammoth cock felt incredible inside her taut pussy. Sheena's pale body trembled as a spasm of pleasure passed through her captive form.
The tribal drums began to pound the same driving rhythm they had moments before: DUM-da-da-da-da-DUM-da-da-da-da-DUM-da-da-da-da-DUM-DUM-DUM-DUM...
King M'Boto started to pump his powerful loins against Sheena's, timing his thrusts to coincide with the heavy beat of the drums. Sheena's blue eyes glazed over as sexual ecstasy suffused her body like a drug. Her blonde head slumped against her right shoulder and bicep. Her mouth hung open, her jaw slack as she gave in to the artificially-induced pleasure.
"Uh...Uh...Uh...Uh..." Sheena grunted helplessly as the powerfully-built black man fucked her.
M'Boto squeezed her alabaster globes, then leaned down to encompass the peak of one breast with his mouth. The blonde jungle girl inhaled sharply as his broad, hot lips seemed to sear her tender flesh. His tongue swirled passionately around her hard nipple, then he bit the tender bud.
"AAAAIIIIEEEE!!" Sheena squealed at the sensation. Thanks to the witch doctor's potent oil, the pain felt like pleasure. The Jungle Queen's ravaged pussy gushed hot love juice onto her rapist's cock and balls. To her mortified shame and wanton glee, Sheena felt the first stirrings of a powerful orgasm building in her loins.
M'Boto released Sheena's breasts and moved his big, beefy hands down to her curvaceous rump. She moaned as he squeezed and kneaded her tender ass cheeks with his strong fingers. All the while, he kept driving his huge cock into her warm, wet sheath, slamming his loins between the spread-eagled jungle girl's legs. Without his hands to restrain them, Sheen's large breasts bounced on her chest, occasionally slapping against her rib cage in response to a particularly violent thrust.
"UH! UH! UH! UH!" Sheena panted every time M'Boto's huge cock drove deep inside her warm, wet love channel.
The King fucked Sheena with an accelerating tempo; the tribal drums, as well, were picking up the pace as the two central figures in this salacious rite both approached orgasm. Sweat now covered Sheena's pale body, and the dark skin of her regal rapist as well. M'Boto's lips had pulled back into a grimace, and his white teeth gleamed in the moonlight.
"HUH!! HUH!! HUH!! HUH!!" Sheena groaned, her body bouncing in its bonds as the huge African warlord fucked her.
"You will...UH!...bear me...UH!...many children...UH! Jungle Queen!" M'Boto declared, his sweat-covered face marked by a broad, triumphant smile.
N'Taka, the witch doctor, smiled as well. He had been surreptitiously administering a potion to the King for years that rendered the monarch sterile. She will bear you no children, my foolish, muscle-bound lord, N'Taka thought as he watched the King fucking the helpless Jungle Queen. But when the Nazis make her MY concubine, I shall force her to bear me a formidable brood indeed... For now, however, the duplicitous witch doctor watched the sexual spectacle with the rest of the crowd.
King M'Boto placed one huge hand behind Sheena's head and clutched a handful of her long, golden tresses. He pushed her face towards his and placed his mouth over hers. His lips slid wetly over Sheena's, forcing her mouth open wide. Then he thrust his tongue into her mouth, swirling it over her languid tongue and down her throat. The blonde jungle girl's blue eyes opened wide in shock; then her eyes rolled back into her head as the violently intimate kiss pushed her to the heights of ecstasy. Her heart felt as though it would beat its way out of her chest.
"HHRRMMM..." Sheena moaned hoarsely into her rapist's mouth.
The King broke the kiss. "Prepare to...UH!...accept...UH!...my seed...! Jungle...UH!...Queen!!" M'Boto groaned, his eyes clenched shut as he approached climax. He clawed at Sheena's ass, spreading her cheeks and pussy wide to accept his ravaging cock.
The drums beat a loud, pounding rhythm now, accompanying the King's rapid, powerful thrusts: da-DUM!! da-DUM!! da-DUM!! da-DUM!!
"UNGH!! UNGH!! UNGH!! UNGH!!" Sheena grunted in response to each shattering drive into her spread pussy. She could not form thoughts, could not speak. Her body, bouncing jerkily in its bonds as it was violently raped, craved release--craved it like the lowest of jungle beasts. Sheena let her head fall back and surrendered to the burning need in her loins. She ached to feel the black man's hot cum inside her, yearned for the climax she knew it would induce.
The drums were pounding a cacophonous roll now.
"HUH!! HUH!! HUH!! HUH!" the mighty King bellowed, then drew his hips back for one final, devastating thrust. "HUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUNNNNNNGGGHHHH!!!" he roared as he came. "HUNGGHH!! HUNGGHH!! HRRRAAHHH!!" he growled as his loins slammed against Sheena's with each powerful spurt of cum into her pussy.
Sheena felt the huge man's seed spraying, hot and sticky, deep inside her unprotected womb. The sensation pushed her over the edge. She tossed her blonde head back, golden tresses flying, and screamed in orgasm--in capitulation.
"AAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!!!" Sheena cried. Every muscle in her body tensed, frozen, as the orgasm exploded within her. Never had the Jungle Queen known such devastating pleasure. Her nubile form lurched as another wave of ecstasy crested within her. "OHHHHHHHHHH!!!" She panted rapidly, raggedly, her eyes open wide but unseeing, as she felt yet another climax building deep within her. "Huh huh huh huh huh HUUUUUUUUUNNNNNGGHHHH!!" Her body trembled and her chest froze as she found herself unable to breathe. A rattle sounded in her throat. Then the third orgasm released her, and her body collapsed to hang limply in its bonds.
The drums stopped.
The King pulled his huge cock from her, hot cum and female love honey glistening upon it in the moonlight, but Sheena barely reacted; naught but a soft whimper sounded ih her throat. Her head hung over her chest, her long blonde hair hanging down to her ravaged pussy, as she drew shallow, ragged breaths. Occasionally, her fingers twitched--one of the few signs of life from the devastated, defeated Jungle Queen.
King M'Boto turned from her and stood calmly as three of his concubines stepped forward. They cleaned his wet, glistening cock with soft pelts as he grunted in satisfaction. They then anointed his now-flaccid member with oil and replaced his loin cloth. The King looked out at the crowd and pointed to Sheena's suspended, nearly-unconscious form.
"M'BOTO BAT'AI!!" the King shouted to the crowd. "My Queen! My slave! My WHORE!!" he called out triumphantly. The crowd cheered loudly, even lustily, in response, relishing the conquest of their magnificent King, and the defeat of the white jungle girl. M'Boto raised his arms in jubilation.
Hanging half-unconscious in her bonds, Sheena heard the King's words and shuddered in response. Could it be true? Had she faced death a thousand times to finally face defeat as a warlord's sexual plaything? Her mind rebelled at the thought, but Sheena had to acknowledge that her future looked grim--unless she could escape, she would be little more than a broodmaid for the Karangan King. But she did not see how she could possibly flee her tight bonds and the armed camp. Even worse, the witch doctor's potion made her want to stay, to be ravaged again and again by the monstrous brute the crowd cheered so enthusiastically, his arms still raised in triumph...
KA-POW!!
King M'Boto spun around and dropped to one knee. He pressed his right hand over his left shoulder as he grimaced in pain. The crowd gasped as their mighty monarch fell. Then, at the far end of the courtyard near its entrance, the Karangan tribes-people began to scream. The rest of the crowd turned their heads towards the sound of the commotion, then began to shout in panic themselves.
Several white men on horseback were galloping into the courtyard, brandishing rifles and yelling angrily as they fired shots into the air to frighten and disperse the natives. The crowd parted before them. The horsemen galloped towards the center of the courtyard where Sheena was bound. The blonde beauty watched groggily as the white riders approached her.
One of the men dismounted. Sheena could see he wore the khaki uniform and broad-brimmed hat of the British colonial forces, the brim of his hat jauntily buttoned up on one side. The horseman pulled a knife from his belt and efficiently sliced through Sheena's bonds. He then hefted the weak, groggy jungle girl onto his shoulder and carried her to his horse. He placed Sheena's limp body over the horse's back, then mounted his steed.
With a shout to his men, the horsemen's leader wheeled his horse around and they rode back out the way they came, into the stygian depths of the jungle night, the nearly-unconscious Queen of the Jungle sprawled helplessly over his horse's back.
Chim arrived at the Karangan capitol later that night. He was late because he had searched for and brought along Tamba, Sheena's elephant friend. The little chimp signaled to the huge beast to wait in the dark jungle depths while Chim looked around. He quietly made his way into the African village, keeping to the treetops, then to the roofs of the thatched huts.
The humans were in a panicked disarray, running about the village shouting, some of them weeping or yelling angrily at one another. None of them noticed the little chimpanzee quietly making his way through the village, searching for his mistress. He made his way to the palace and wandered unnoticed through its grounds and opulent rooms. He peeked into one chamber and saw several men and women gathered a round a huge black human. The scent of blood told Chim the man was wounded; he wondered if Sheena had inflicted the man's injuries. Chim crept along, thoroughly exploring the Karangan palace.
After nearly an hour of searching, Chim gave up and despondently returned to where Tamba waited patiently in a jungle clearing outside the village. Chim had detected Sheena's scent, so he knew she had been in the village. But she wasn't there now. And the little chimp's limited brain could not figure out where she could be. He sat on the elephant's huge back, hung his head, and moaned dejectedly, uncertain of what to do next.
Sheena wearily lifted her head as the first rays of morning sunlight struck her closed eyes. She was still laying face-down across the back of a horse. They had just left the jungle behind and were trotting along a track in the open grasslands of the Serengeti. The Jungle Queen's crystal blue eyes glanced about; she saw she was riding with ten members of the British colonial cavalry, including their commander, whose horse she was upon. She realized she was naked except for her armbands and bracelets.
The cavalry commander notice her stirring and brought his horse to a halt. The rest of his men also stopped. They looked at the naked jungle girl expectantly, but said nothing.
Sheena glanced at the men and pushed herself off the horse and onto the ground. Their eyes were riveted to her nude, shapely body. Their stares made her uncomfortable, and Sheena covered her breasts with one arm while her other hand covered her exposed pussy.
"Thank you for rescuing me," she said to the commander.
"Oh, our pleasure, luv," he said in a Cockney accent as he grinned. He was a handsome man, tall and well-built, with dark hair and eyes. The wide brim of his hat cast a shadow over his face, but Sheena could see the man's dark brown eyes avidly wandering over her barely-concealed naked beauty.
"Perhaps one of you could lend me some clothing," Sheena suggested, "and then you can take me to Colonel Fitzroy," she added, mentioning the name of the commander of British forces in the area. She and Fitzroy had worked together several times in the past. To her surprise, the men laughed at her suggestions. Sheena frowned at their sudden eruption of jocularity. "Why do you laugh at Sheena?" she demanded angrily.
"Sorry, luv," the dark, handsome commander told her, though he still smiled in amusement. "But the good Colonel would 'ave us in front of a firing squad as soon as we wandered into camp. And as for clothing, well..." he paused and gave Sheena's tawny form yet another lascivious once-over. "We prefer you 'oh nah-choo-rel', as the frogs say."
While the other men laughed at their leader's remark, Sheena eyed the horsemen warily and took a backwards step away from them.
"You are deserters," she spat, her blue eyes glaring at them with contempt, "or worse!"
"We prefer the term 'freebooters'," their leader said, his face and tone growing more serious and just a little threatening, "Now. Seein' as 'ow we just rescued your lovely arse, you should show proper respect. In fact," he said, glancing at his compatriots while a salacious grin curled his lips, "I think we deserve some sort o' reward. What do you say, lads?"
The men grunted and nodded their agreement. Sheena saw the undisguised lust in their features. She ground her teeth together. She had no intention of being ravished again. But they were ten armed men on horseback, and she was unarmed and weak from her ordeal. The jungle girl's eyes darted to her right. A hundred yards away was the dense foliage of the jungle, which they had just left. She would be safe there.
Without a moment's further hesitation, Sheena darted between their horses and set off at a sprint for the jungle. Her long blonde hair waved behind her and her breasts bounced on her chest as she ran. She heard the men shout angrily behind her, but she did not pause to glance back. She had to reach the safety of her beloved jungle. She could see it in front of her, the lush leaves and vines swaying in the warm morning breeze as if beckoning to her. It was only seventy-five yards away now.
Sweat formed on her skin. Her lungs pumped air as her legs drove her forward. She could hear hooves beating on the grassy ground behind her. Sheena pushed her tired, aching body to its limits, urging herself to run faster, preparing herself to move evasively when the horses caught up to her. Her eyes gauged the distance. Sixty yards. Fifty.
In her peripheral vision, she saw horses draw along both sides of her, then move in close. She surprised the two riders by reaching up and pulling them from their saddles with a strength that belied her slender form. The two men fell to the ground, shouting and cursing as they tumbled and rolled. Sheena, meanwhile, deftly pulled her nude body up onto the back of one of the riderless horses. She urged the steed to continue its gallop towards the jungle. The jungle girl glanced ahead. She could be no more than twenty-five yards away from safety now. As soon as she reached the jungle, she decided, she would leap into the nearest tree and scramble up into the safety of the dense canopy...
Sheena's eyes went wide with alarm as something slender and tawny fell past her head and wrapped itself around her slender shoulders. She shrieked with surprise as the lariat went tight around her torso, pinning her upper arms against her sides. The man holding the other end of the rope reined in his horse, and Sheena found herself flying off her mount and backwards through the air. She landed unceremoniously on her curvaceous backside with a grunt. The lariat slipped from her shoulders to her neck, where it tightened and cut off her air supply. Panicking, Sheena grasped the rope around her throat to keep it from choking her. She glanced forward in despair at the jungle sanctuary, only a few yards away, but now out of her reach.
Then she gasped as the lariat around her neck tightened and pulled her violently backwards. The man holding the other end of the rope had spurred his horse to a fast trot, and he dragged the captured Jungle Queen behind him over the rough grass of the Serengeti. Sheena writhed desperately as the dry grasses and hard ground scraped and scratched her naked skin. She watched helplessly as the other horsemen closed their steeds in around her.
The group of deserters came to a halt nearly fifty yards from the jungle's edge. Sheena, though battered and bruised, was ready. She gulped a much-needed breath into her lungs, then sprang to her feet. She grasped the rope around her neck with both hands and pulled it violently. She expected to pull the man at the other end off his horse, but he had anticipated her stratagem; the end of the rope had been tied off around his saddle. Sheena found herself yanking unproductively on a rope tethered to a horse weighing several hundred pounds.
The cavalryman skillfully spurred his horse into making a sideways lurch, and Sheen found herself thrown forward, off balance. Her hands released the rope and flailed at her sides to keep her balance. Then she gasped as she felt another lariat, thrown by another horseman, close around her right wrist, followed a split-second later by a second rope that lashed around her left forearm. Sheena's teeth clenched as the horsemen pulled their ropes tight, burning the skin on her forearms and stretching her arms out from her sides.
Sheena struggled to resist the pull of the ropes around her neck and arms, but it was no use. Her shapely legs spread wide as she fought to remain upright. She could hear the men's rough chuckles as they watched her naked body writhing, confident of their victory now. Sheena growled angrily like a jungle cat, but it did her no good. She felt something go tight around her ankle. She looked down and gasped as she saw another lariat go tight around her lower leg; as she struggled, she hadn't even noticed herself stepping into the rope like an animal into a snare. Helplessly, Sheena watched as the rope went taut and lifted her leg up in front of her. She hopped awkwardly on her one free leg.
The Jungle Queen saw another horseman twirling a lariat and smiling confidently as he eyed her remaining leg. He nodded to his companions. They tugged on their ropes, and Sheena cried out as she felt her body pulled violently in all directions. Her free leg kicked upwards uselessly, then the spiraling lariat enclosed her ankle, and the blonde jungle girl moaned in despair.
The horsemen holding the ropes pulled them tight and skillfully maneuvered their horses away from one another. As a result, Sheena's naked body was suspended in a painful, horizontal spread-eagle. She screamed as she felt the intense tension in her joints, and feared that the men would spur their horses to a gallop and pull her body apart. Instead, the men leapt down from their steeds and held their ropes taut. The rope around her neck choked her, and Sheena's blue eyes went wide as she struggled to breathe.
"Stake 'er out!" she heard the men's leader shout.
The four men who were not holding onto ropes grabbed large, metal tent stakes, each one a foot long, from their saddle bags, as well as wooden mallets. Each man took up a position halfway between the man holding a rope around one of the writhing jungle girl's limbs and Sheena herself. The blonde beauty listened as each man jabbed his stake into the hard ground, then whacked it in deep with several blows from the heavy mallets.
Once the stakes were firmly secured, the men lowered Sheena's body to the ground. The rope around her neck was still tight, and she labored to breathe, which kept her struggles to a minimum. The men then wrapped the ropes tightly around the stakes, fastening them with formidable knots. Just for good measure, they then took the loose end of each rope and ran it back to her limbs, wrapping and tying each rope firmly around her wrists and ankles. Finally, the man holding the rope around her neck loosened his grip, and Sheena wheezed down a rasping breath.
The renegades then stood up and stepped back to admire their handiwork. Sheena was expertly bound, face-up and spread-eagled on the ground. Sweat covered her tawny skin, making it glow in the early morning sun. Her large breasts rose and fell with each labored breath, and her legs were spread wide, her pussy exposed invitingly.
"All right, lads," their leader said as he stepped between Sheena's spread legs, "time to show you 'ow it's done."
"Oi, 'ow come you go first?" one of the men asked.
"'Cuz I'm the bleedin' leader o' this sorry outfit, ain't I?!?" their commander snarled at him. None of the other men challenged him further; not only was the the tallest and strongest of the group, he also seemed to be the most ruthless.
Sheena watched helplessly as the man stood over her and began to undo his trousers. She pulled at her bonds, but they were too strong and she was too weak. Her head fell back in surrender and she stared up at the broad, blue sky.
"That's it, luv," the leader said to her, his lips curled into a cruel grin. "Just lie back and think o' England." He chuckled, as did his men.
Sheena turned her head and looked away from him. With her peripheral vision, she saw his trousers drop to his ankles. Then the man knelt between her spread legs. He leaned forward and lowered his body on top of hers. She felt his hand roughly grasp her jaw. He forced her to turn her head and look at him.
"Come on, luv," he said in a rough whisper, "This'll be better than getting shagged by that black brute. 'Less you like them darkies..."
Sheena sneered, then spat at him--the only act of defiance she could muster. She watched him contemptuously as her spittle slowly ran down his cheek. His eyes slowly closed as he wiped her spit from his face; then they opened, and she saw a dangerous rage in them. The Jungle Queen watched helplessly as the man drew his right arm back across his chest, then swung it forward. He backhanded her violently, making Sheena's head whip to one side and her blonde hair fly about her face. Sheena tasted blood in her mouth. Dazed, she lay there beneath him, gasping down breaths until she felt his hand close around her throat.
"You better start showin' a little more respect, you blonde bitch," he snarled at Sheena as he choked her. "Now, you gonna be more respectful? Are you?" Sheena's mouth opened and closed ineffectually; guttural noises sounded in her throat. "Are you?!?" Desperate to breathe, Sheena nodded. The man released her throat, and the jungle girl drew a ragged breath. "That's better, luv," he said softly as his hand left her throat and clutched a handful of her hair, which he yanked harshly.
The man's dark eyes wandered down from her face to her large, heaving breasts. He licked his lips. Sheena's blue eyes followed his gaze. She pressed her lips together and did her best to steel herself for his attack. His left hand grabbed the base of her right breast, groping the alabaster mound. His head dropped and he enclosed the peak of Sheena's breast with his mouth. He grunted like a hungry animal as he swirled his tongue around her nipple; his lips made obscene smacking sounds against her tender flesh. His teeth bit into the base of the sensitive bud. Sheena ground her teeth together and stared up at the sky. In her peripheral vision, she could see the other men watching her rape avidly.
The leader shifted his weight, and Sheena felt the tip of his large, hot cock pressing against her labia. She moaned in despair. In all her time defending the jungle, she had never been raped. Now it was about to happen for the second time in less than twenty-four hours! She glanced at the men standing around her and knew that a gang-rape would immediately follow. She tugged at her bonds yet again, but the heavy stakes held her taut.
The man began to press his cock into Sheena's spread pussy. He raised his mouth from her breast and groaned as he entered her. Sheena drew a sharp breath between her clenched teeth as she felt him violating her womanhood. Bound and spread-eagled, she could do nothing to prevent her defilement. Her hands clenched into angry but useless fists.
"UH...UH...UH...UH...UH..." the leader of the renegades grunted as he thrust in and out of Sheena's pussy. "CHRIST...the bitch is...TIGHT!!" he marveled. He'd watched the huge black native fucking her the night before and half-expected her to be as loose as an East End whore, but her pussy felt blissfully tight around his cock.
"HUH...HUH...HUH...HUH...HUH..." Sheena panted with each impact of her rapist's hips against her loins. Her large breasts shook on her chest. She tried to lift her consciousness out of her body, to remove herself from this ordeal, but each harsh thrust brought her back to what was happening to her. Worse than the actual rape itself was the shameful feeling that the formidable Jungle Queen should have somehow prevented it. In spite of her courage and strength, which were considerable, hot tears began to form in her eyes.
"Fuck 'er, Dick!" one of the men shouted. "Fuck 'er 'ard!"
"Yeh, Dick! Go at 'er!" another cried.
The men all began to shout encouragement to their leader, which made the tall man thrust into Sheena all the harder. The dry grass and hard ground beneath her scraped at her back and tender ass. The ropes chafed at her wrists and ankles. The man's huge cock ravaged her sensitive pussy. Her body was a bucking mass of agony.
"GGNNNRRAAAHHH!!" Sheena cried, voicing her anger and despair. Her body writhed beneath her rapist's, seeking to throw him off, but she could not. The spread-eagled jungle girl gnashed her teeth and snarled like a captive jaguar, but to no avail. Her rapist only laughed cruelly in response to her struggles.
"Quite the little wild-cat, ain't ya?" he quipped, then returned to slamming his hips against hers. "UH! UH! UH! UH! UH!"
"HRR!! HRR!! HRR!! HRR!!" Sheena growled in response to each painful thrust. She tossed her head back and forth, her blonde hair flying about her sweat-stained face.
Then, suddenly, Sheena gave up struggling. She lay on the ground helplessly, her exhausted, traumatized body quaking beneath her rapist's. Her blue eyes stared glassily off into the distance. She gasped air into her lungs in time with each powerful thrust of the big man's hips.
"OH YEAH!!" he shouted, arching his back as he fucked Sheena mercilessly. "Gonna...FILL you with CUM, jungle BITCH!!" He clumsily clasped Sheena's breast with one hand while his other arm held him up. He squeezed and groped her ripe, fleshy globe, pinching her nipple tightly with his thumb and forefinger until the ravaged jungle girl squealed in response. "YEH!! HEH HEH HEH!!" he laughed cruelly.
"OH!! OH!! OH!! OH!! OH!!" Sheena cried as the renegade horseman fucked her. Her long blonde hair covered her face, sticking to her sweat-covered skin.
"UH! UH! UH! UH!" the cavalryman grunted with each thrust. His face contorted into a tight grimace. "UH... UH... UH... UUUUNNNNNGGGGHHH!!" he moaned loudly as he came. His hot seed sprayed from his prick and coated Sheena's unprotected womb.
"AAAAHHHHHHH!!!" the Jungle Queen cried in despair as she felt his cum explode inside her. "NOOOOOOO!!" she shouted in despair as the horsemen standing around her laughed cruelly.
"UNNGHH!! UNNGHHH!! Unngghhh..." their leader groaned as the last tremors of his orgasm shook his muscular frame. He looked down at Sheena, who lay beneath him, traumatized. He chortled, then leaned down and kissed her slack mouth salaciously, smearing his saliva over her lips and chin. He then pushed himself up and off of her, pulling his cock from her ravaged loins with a grunt.
"You were a nice li'l fuck, you were," he said as he rose to his feet and pulled his trousers back up. "All right, lads. 'Ave at 'er."
Sheena gasped as the other nine men descended on her vulnerable body like a pack of hyenas. As she writhed and squealed helplessly, they grabbed at her breasts, her tummy, her thighs, her ass, and her privates, groping and squeezing the most sensitive parts of her body. She heard trousers being opened and pulled down, then she shrieked as her next rapist plunged his cock into her raw, ravaged pussy. Another man sat on her stomach, lay his prick between her breasts, then pushed the fleshy mounds together. He rocked his hips back and forth as he titty-fucked the legendary Jungle Queen. She felt a hand pulling roughly at her long blonde hair, tilting her head back, then she screeched hoarsely as a huge cock was shoved into her open mouth. Her body rocked helplessly as the men triple-teamed her. It took them only moments to reach climax; hot cum spurted into her vagina and down her throat, and sprayed onto her face and neck as well.
As soon as the first trio of rapists finished with her, the men shifted positions and continued to ravage her body. This time, the man attacking her vulnerable loins lifted her mid-section off the ground and thrust his cock into her anus, making Sheena squeal loudly and quiver violently in her bonds while the other men laughed. Then another prick was thrust into her mouth, and the jungle girl helplessly bore the brunt of the men's crude attentions. Moments later, she felt hot sperm erupt in her anus, and she groaned in despair and abject humiliation.
While the renegade horsemen gang-raped her, Sheena lost all track of time. All thought of resistance fled as her exhausted, violated body completely submitted to its debasement. As the morning wore on, all of the men took her more than once; several managed to sample every single one of her intimate holes. By mid-day, Sheena lay covered with sweat, semen, saliva, and some of her own blood. Her tawny skin, especially her thighs and breasts, bore the evidence of the men's harsh attentions, covered as they were with bruises and bite marks. Sheena drew ragged breaths into her lungs as her body trembled in utterly devastated exhaustion.
"All right, lads," their leader said as they stood and fastened their trousers. "Party's over. Got to be movin' on, 'fore the Colonel's lads catch up with us." Some of the men groaned in disappointment, but most were quite sated by their long session with the bound jungle girl. The leader looked down at their shapely victim. "We'd love to take you along, dearie--portable R an' R an' all that--but we 'ave to travel light. You should be thankful for what you were swallowin', by the bye, since you're goin' to need the moisture."
"W-what...do you m-mean?" Sheena stammered quietly as she looked up at him. The mid-day sun was directly behind his head, and she had to squint as she looked at him; even so, she could make out no more than a dark shadow looming over her.
"'Aven't you figgered it out?" Sheena, still too devastated to fathom his meaning, only stared at him blankly. "Ah well, don't worry, luv. You won't die o' thirst, or exposure. Nah, I reckon the hyenas or jackals 'll get ya. Or the vultures. Or all of 'em combined. Wish I could stay an' watch, but...duty calls. Heh!"
The leader of the deserters laughed at his own joke, then turned and walked away from where Sheena lay, bound, naked, and spread-eagled on the bare ground beneath the searing African sun. Sheena's blue eyes went wide as she finally understood the fate in store for her.
"NO! NOOOOOOO!!" she cried, her voice hoarse and ragged, as the men walked to their horses and mounted them. "COME BACK!! DO NOT LEAVE ME HERE!!" The men laughed, then spurred their horses to a gallop and rode off across the plain. "Come back..." she called to them as they disappeared into the distance.
Deep within her, Sheena found some last vestige of strength, fired by righteous anger. The Jungle Queen vowed that she would escape and survive, and that she would have her vengeance on the men who had violated her. She twisted her head from side to side. She tugged at her bonds, grunting at the strain on her muscles, trying desperately to pull the ropes apart, or yank the stakes from the ground. Her body strained, her breasts shook on her chest, sweat oozed from her pores. She grunted, she panted, she ground her teeth together as she struggled to free herself.
After several minutes, she gave up. It was no use. She was bound too tightly, the ropes were too strong, the stakes buried too deep in the hard, unyielding ground. Sheena was too weak from her long ordeal to escape, no matter how hard she tried. She lay there, her naked chest heaving, and stared up helplessly at the hot, burning sun. Already, she could feel its unforgiving rays searing her exposed skin. She squinted and saw one, then two, then several dark shapes circling above her in the bright African sky. A harsh, croaking cry reached her ears. She shuddered fearfully. This harsh, barren patch of unforgiving ground, it seemed, would be the place where Sheena, Queen of the Jungle, would finally met her maker.