Kiana

Kiana

The Untamed

Episode 1

Phantom of the Forest

Chapter 5 Inquistion

“There is one hell of a lot more to this girl than meets the eye,” said Hughes. “Where did she get that jewelry she wears? It must be worth a small fortune.”

“A big fortune,” Danielle replied. “I think that is something she will tell us if we give her time. She trusts us, but not enough to tell everything and she is still hampered by her inadequate command of the English language.” She picked up her towel. “Well, I’m going for a swim. You want to join me?”

Hughes grinned. “Skinny dipping?”

“Not if you are there,” Danielle grinned. “Kiana might start to get ideas.”

Hughes grinned back. Kiana had gone off on one of her hunting expeditions with Kitty. He knew he and Danielle would be alone. “You go ahead. I’ll follow in a few minutes. It’s my turn to wash up.”

“Alright,” said Danielle. “I’ll await your arrival with baited breath.” She swayed out of the campground and down the trail toward the pool.

“One day,” thought Hughes, “she’ll take me up on that skinny dipping offer.” He gathered up the plates. It was nice that the plane had everything they needed to make life in the forest a bit more comfortable. Danielle had found the towels stashed away in a sealed locker. Only a few of them were mildewed.

Hughes dumped the dishes into a basin fashioned out of part of the fuselage and gathering up a handful of sand began to scrub them clean. He started at a slight sound behind him and then relaxed when he saw it was Kiana.

“No luck?” Hughes asked. Kiana was not carrying any meat.

Kiana’s eyes devoured the handsome cameraman. “Have enough meat,” she said. “Get more tomorrow.” She turned a slow circle in front of him. “You like Kiana?” she asked.

“Yes, very much,” Hughes replied. He shifted a little uneasily. He should have gone with Danielle when he had the chance.

“Kiana pretty?” the girl said, continuing to pirouette in front of Hughes.

“You are very… nice,” Hughes replied hesitantly. He did not like the direction the conversation was heading. It would be damned difficult to explain away a second incident with Kiana if Danielle found out.

Kiana reached behind her and undid the string binding her breasts. At the same time she let her loincloth fall, displaying her body in all its glorious nakedness,. “Kiana woman now,” she said proudly. “Woman like Danielle. You like?”

“Christ,” murmured Hughes. Where had the girl learned such tricks? “Kiana, please put your clothes back on. Danielle will not be happy.”

“Danielle your mate?” the girl responded, sticking out her lower lip slightly. “You say she not your mate.”

“She’s not,” answered Hughes. “Look I’m going to go to the plane while you get dressed. We shouldn’t be together like this.” A vision of what it would be like to suck on Kiana’s lower lip intruded upon his thoughts. He forced himself not to think about it.

“Kiana not beautiful?” the girl asked, her voice filled with disappointment.

“You are too beautiful,” Hughes said, striding toward the plane.

Kiana’s brow furrowed and her dark eyes flashed. Her lips drew back from her teeth in a snarl. Her first plan had not worked. It was time to put the second plan into operation.

She pounced like a cat, her full body weight catching Hughes in the back and knocking him flat. The attack was so unexpected that it knocked the wind out of him and for a few seconds he couldn’t move. It took her only a few seconds to pull his hands behind his back and bind his wrists.

“What the hell, are you doing?” Hughes yelled. They were the last words he was allowed to speak for a few minutes. A rough gag was forced into his mouth and tied in place with a length of cord, then Kiana lashed his ankles together.

Hughes struggled futilely. In just a few seconds a teenaged girl had completely immobilized him. What the hell did she intend to do with him?

Kiana replaced her clothing, such as it was.. Now to take Hughes someplace where Danielle would not interfere. Stooping, she lifted him to her shoulder and headed for the trees.

Hughes could hardly believe what was happening to him. The girl was carrying his 190 pounds easily. He struggled to break free and then stopped when she began to climb one of the rainforest giants, using the lianas that draped its trunk to pull herself up. Within seconds she was more that fifty feet above the ground. If he fell from here he would be killed.

Kiana did not stop after she reached the canopy. Running along one of the branches she grabbed hold of an upper branch and climbing hand over hand moved to the branches of the next tree. She went slowly, careful not to drop her burden. She did not want to lose Hughes now that she had gone to all of the trouble to catch him. He was quiet now, no doubt fearful of being dropped. It enabled her to move from tree to tree without too much difficulty. Gradually she moved toward her goal.

By the time she reached the top of the tree she was breathing heavily. She dumped Hughes and removed his bonds.

“What the Hell, are you doing?” Hughes demanded as soon as he could remove the gag. He was quite shaken. Heights were not something he was fond of and Kiana had transported him almost to the top of one of the rainforest emergents.

The girl regarded him silently, her breasts heaving from the exertion. She seemed a little surprised at the anger in Hughes’ voice. “Get me down from here,” Hughes demanded

Kiana bring Hughes to mate,” Kiana said finally in a small voice.

“Mate?” asked Hughes, rubbing his wrists. “You don’t kidnap people and force them to mate with you. That’s called rape.”

“Rape?” Kiana echoed. “Like what was done to Daniel by Delzinga. He forced her to mate with him.”

“Rape bad,” Kiana agreed. “But Kiana not rape Hughes. Kiana want Hughes for mate.”

“Get me down from here,” Hughes repeated. “There are some things you need to understand before our relationship goes any further.”

“Kiana take you down,” said the girl. She hung her head like a naughty child caught with her hand in the cookie jar.

“On second thought I’ll climb down by myself,” Hughes said. “I don’t want to go through that again.”

Kiana watched him slip over the edge and then followed. Hughes took his time. Kiana had never seen anyone or anything so awkward in a tree before, but she moved at his pace. Filled with shame she realized that she may have just lost the only two people like herself that she had ever known.

“Does this fucking trail never end?” Delzinga swore. “We’ve been on it for hours.”

Beside him Abeba shook his head. Constantly tormented by insects, both men were reeling from exhaustion, their clothing torn from losing encounters with thorn bushes and saw grass. It seemed like they had been walking for days and both men had reason to curse the blind panic that had caused them to throw away their rifles. They had spent an extremely uncomfortable night in the rainforest and had not eaten anything since leaving the main camp.

“Perhaps we should turn back,” suggested Delzinga. “At least we know the rail leads back to the camp eventually.”

Abeba was about to reply, but wrinkled his nose instead. “Do you smell smoke?”

“Fuck,” Delzinga replied. “I think you’re right. He took out his pistol and flicked off the safety. “We better go slow. No telling what is up ahead.”

“Hello?” Danielle called. She was still toweling off her hair as she walked back to the camp. She narrowed her eyes and did up one more button on her shirt. The camp seemed very quiet. Where was Hughes?

“Mmmpph!” A hand clamped over her mouth sealed off Danielle’s startled cry. Struggling, she was dragged off the trail and forced to her knees. Then the hand covering her mouth was released and a piece of cloth was stuffed into it preventing any outcry.

“Well, bitch” said a voice she knew all too well. It was nice of you to wait until we caught up. Now we just have to find your jungle girl friend.”

Shocked and frightened, Danielle tried to break free. But she was held by two men. Delzinga’s flunky Abeba held her arms while Delzinga began to methodically undress her.

“Mmpphh! Mmpph!” Danielle protested as Abeba twisted her arms behind her, holding her in place while Delzinga unbuttoned her shirt. It took only a few seconds to remove her shirt and tear it into strips that Delzinga used to bind her. Only when her arms were tightly tied behind her back did Abeba let her up, but they did not let her go.

“Cut the noise or I’ll remove a nipple,” Delzinga ordered, holding a knife to her breasts. Only her thin bra separated her from the knife’s razor edge. Danielle took the threat seriously and stopped struggling. Eyes wide she watched helplessly while Delzinga and Abeba waited.

Danielle wandered what had happened to Kiana and Hughes. A dark suspicion flashed through her mind. What if Hughes had taken advantage of the naïve girl? It was fairly obvious that she was infatuated with him. At that moment a noise from the forest announced someone moving through the undergrowth.

“Danielle!” came Hughes’ voice. He sounded a little annoyed. She longed to warn him, but the knife held against the thin material of her bra kept her mute.

Delzinga waited until Kiana emerged from the forest. Hughes was a surprise, but he was more concerned about the girl. Above all she must not escape. Leveling his sidearm he stepped into the clearing next to the plane.

Hughes’ went white when he saw Delzinga, but it was not fear for himself, but for Danielle. Abeba had moved from his hiding place dragging Danielle with him. His sheath knife was pressed against the swell of her scantily covered bosom. Behind him he heard Kiana give a low growl. It suddenly occurred to him that the girl probably did not know what a pistol was.

“No, Kiana,” he warned. “Don’t move; he’ll kill Danielle.” He realized that the girl was more likely to cooperate and not get herself killed if she thought Danielle was threatened.

“Bad men,” his Kiana. She was crouched low, like a cat about to spring. “No hurt Danielle.”

Hughes stepped back and caught her arm. “No Kiana. Keep still bad men will shoot.”

Delzinga suddenly realized that the jungle girl was completely unafraid. He might as well have been pointing a stick at her for all the respect it generated.

Boom! Hughes went down in a heap screaming in pain and clutching his thigh. Delzinga had shot to wound. It might be useful to keep the cameraman alive. Danielle and the girl might be more cooperative if his life was threatened. And shooting him in the leg served as a useful illustration of what a firearm was.

Kiana covered her ears and stared in shock. Thunder had exploded from the bad man’s hand and Hughes was writhing on the ground. Without thinking she went to his side.

Abeba pushed Danielle forward and released her. With her hands bound behind her she wasn’t going anywhere. Quickly he moved toward the jungle girl intending to immobilize her before she could recover. At the same time He spoke: “No tricks jungle girl or I’ll kill your friend.” He pointed the pistol at Hughes’ head.

“Don’t move Kiana,” Hughes said between clenched teeth. He was almost fainting with pain, but was deathly afraid that Delzinga might shoot Kiana next.

Kiana readied herself to spring. The bad man had hurt her friend with the thunder, but Hughes’ words stopped her. Then Delzinga’s words sank in. Although she still had a limited understanding of English the words: “kill your friend,” were all too clear. She hesitated and Abeba jerked her arms behind her back.

Kiana exploded at the touch of the man’s hands. With a strength that caught Abeba completely off guard she drove her fist into his midsection. The punch was not scientifically thrown. If it had been he would have been killed. But it was powerful enough to knock the wind out of him and hurl him five feet across the clearing.

She then lit into Delzinga. The speed of the girl’s attack caught the so-called guide and poacher completely unprepared. He fired wildly in her direction, but the bullet passed harmlessly overhead and then the girl crashed into him.

She lifted the powerfully built man from his feet in a tackle worthy of the best football linebacker. Delzinga’s gun flew from his hand as he slammed into the ground with enough force to knock him almost unconscious. Snarling like a wild beast the girl leaped onto the weakly struggling ruffian. Her knife was in her hand and her arm raised to strike.

“No!” Hughes screamed. “Kiana you can’t!”

The girl looked at Hughes curiously. This was the bad man who had forced Danielle to mate against her will. She should kill him, but for some reason Hughes did not want her to. She lowered the knife, her confusion showing on her face.

“Untie Danielle,” Hughes said. His leg hurt like hell, but he had determined that he was probably not badly injured. The bullet had ripped a nasty graze in his thigh. It was painful, but not debilitating. Delzinga was scum, but he could not simply watch Kiana murder him.

Still glaring daggers at Delzinga, and keeping a wary eye on Abeba, Kiana crossed to Danielle and removed her bonds, starting with the gag.

Danielle spat out the cloth Abeba had stuffed into her mouth. “Son-of-a-bitch,” she gasped, her eyes on Delzinga. “He deserves killing.”

Kiana looked from Danielle to Hughes. Was she supposed to kill Delzinga now?

Danielle sensed the girl’s confusion. “Forget I said that.” The last thing she wanted was to turn the primitive girl into a murderer. “We’ll tie him up.”

Kiana nodded. She had a plentiful supply of rope and rawhide in her camp. Within minutes both Delzinga and Abeba were trussed up hand and foot.

Danielle was attending to Hughes. She had managed to get him to slide his pants down revealing the long gash in his thigh. It was not deep, but it was bleeding profusely. Kiana looked carefully at the wound. “Kiana fix,” she said. “Get leaves.”

“Leaves?” Danielle echoed softly, she was pressing a water soaked cloth to Hughes’ wound. Hughes did not reply. In spite of his pain, being this close to Danielle’s barely covered breasts had him mesmerized.

Danielle noted the direction of his gaze. “Asshole,” she murmured, a slight smile playing about her lips. “Here hold this yourself,” she added, turning over the cloth to Hughes.

“Men!” she said, heading for the plane to find something to cover her almost nude torso.

She returned a few minutes later draped in make-shift poncho she had made out of two towels fastened at the shoulder with safety pins. “You’d get an erection on your deathbed even if it gave you the heart attack that finished you off. Can’t you focus on anything except my tits?”

In spite of his pain, Hughes had the good grace to flush. “Sorry,” he replied. “Can’t help myself.”

“They are very attractive,” he added by way of apology.

Danielle gave him a look that would have frozen water. “Sorry,” he said again. “Forget I said that.”

Kiana returned a short time later. Tucked into the waistband of her loin cloth was a large folded leaf. Removing it she opened it revealing a number of smaller leaves of a different type. Picking up the smaller leaves she placed them on a rock and taking another rock pounded them into a greenish pulp. Then gathering up the pulpy mess she went over to Hughes.

“What are you going to do with those?” Hughes asked suspiciously.

“Fix wound,” Kiana replied. She began to move her hand toward the gash on his thigh.

“Will it hurt?” he asked anxiously.

“Christ you’re a baby,” Danielle interrupted.

Kiana did not reply but instead slapped the pulped leaves onto his thigh.

“Ouch!” Hughes exclaimed. “That hurts!”

Danielle snorted. Kiana looked somewhat pleased. “Fix you,” she said smugly.

Hughes grimaced. The pulpy mass that Kiana had plastered against his wound seemed to be fizzing like an antacid tablet. But almost immediately, the pain subsided, replaced by a strange sensation. It almost felt as if worms were moving beneath his skin. “Jesus Christ,” he exclaimed, but he endured the disturbing sensation. How could he not? The almost nude jungle girl had her hand plastered against his thigh and the rest of her was tantalizingly close.

Danielle watched the scene from a distance. She did not fail to note Hughes’ fascination with the exotic rainforest waif. “Men,” she muttered again, shaking her head.

Delzinga slid his hand toward his boot. The fools had not bothered to search him properly. He was well tied, however. He could barely move. Gradually, however, by straining his muscles to the maximum he managed to inch his fingers into the top of his boot. He could only get two fingers into the boot, but it was enough to make contact with the knife he had hidden there. Slowly he managed to work it out of its sheath and into his hand. Then he rasped it back and forth against the rawhide strips that bound him.

They parted with a snap. Delzinga glanced up to see if anyone had noticed, but all were intent on what the jungle girl was doing with Hughes. Slowly he moved his right hand toward his shirt. His hand closed over the small plastic blowpipe he had used to disable the jungle girl before. She was the only real threat. If he could take her out, dealing with Danielle and Hughes would not be difficult. He slipped a dart into the tube and then took the time to cut the lashings that bound his ankles. Finally, he raised the blowgun to his lips.

Phhttt! Kiana started as the dart struck home. She recognized the sting of the dart immediately and jumped to her feet. Pivoting, she stumbled as the drug took effect. Delzinga had expected as much. He had no more of the stronger tranquillizer darts left. He had hit her with the biggest one he had, but it was supposed to deal with animals no larger than monkeys. It did, however, have enough of the drug to slow the jungle girl down.

Kiana lurched toward Delzinga. Somehow he had gotten loose, but she would deal with him. Something was wrong though. Her feet would not move properly. She swayed toward the thug, drawing her knife as she moved, but she seemed to be moving almost as in a dream.

Danielle watched as the partially disabled girl staggered toward Delzinga. Hughes’ rifle was just a few feet away and the made a grab for it. She reached it just as Delzinga sidestepped Kiana’s awkward rush and struck her jaw with his fist. The blow sent the girl flying, but Danielle raised the rifle and pulled the trigger.

Nothing happened. “The safety. You’ve got to release the safety,” Hughes yelled. He scrambled to his feet, ignoring the pain in his thigh and the fact that his pants were down around his ankles. Stupidly he realized that he had to pull them up before he could get at Delzinga, but by then it was too late. Delzinga crossed the clearing while Danielle fumbled for the safety and neatly twisted the rifle from her grasp.

“Enough of this bullshit,” Delzinga said. He pointed the rifle at Hughes. “Get down on your knees before I put a bullet through you.”

In desperation, Danielle launched herself at him, but Delzinga swatted her down with a vicious backhand while still keeping the rifle trained on Hughes.

“You bastard,” said Hughes, but he made no move to come any closer. The rifle was pointed unwaveringly at his chest

Kiana lay dazed. She shook her head, trying to clear it. Delzinga’s blow had knocked her almost senseless. But that was not her worst problem. A numbness was spreading down her thigh from her right buttock where the stinging dart was lodged. Almost without thinking her hand traveled toward it and she plucked it out. However, the slow paralysis did not stop, but continued to spread, moving up toward her back and down her leg. Hazily she realized that she should be doing something. Danielle and Hughes were both shouting and the bad man that had hit her was pointing the metal tube that Hughes had brought at them. Stiffly she tried to get up, rolling on to her hands and knees.

Delzinga watched the pathetic efforts of the jungle girl. He had to admit she was pretty tough. He didn’t think any woman could survive the punch he had given her. He kept the rifle trained on Hughes but spoke to Danielle. “Untie Abeba,” he ordered gesturing toward his sidekick. Do it or I’ll put a bullet through your boyfriend.”

Danielle moved her tongue around the inside of her mouth. Delzinga’s punch had cut the inside of her cheek and left a nasty bruise just under her eye. She did not argue. One look at her former guide’s face showed that it would not take much to get him to pull the trigger. Moving over to Abeba she undid his bonds.

The Ethiopian guide scrambled to his feet. “Tie them up,” Delzinga ordered. He pointed to Hughes. “Start with him.”

Danielle whimpered as the ropes were pulled tight about her wrists. The sound was partly one of pain as the ropes cut into her flesh and partly one of fear as she remembered what Delzinga had done to her the last time he had tied her up. She had no doubt that he would do the same this time as well. Hughes was already bound and gagged and glared helplessly as she and Kiana were tied as well. Delzinga seemed to be paying special attention to Kiana, binding her most elaborately. She shuddered to think what the brutal thug had in mind for the innocent girl.

A low growl rumbled in Kiana’s throat. The effects of the dart were beginning to wear off, but she was quite helpless. Delzinga had placed a wooden staff against the small of her back and bent her arms around it, tying her wrists across her belly. Then he had lashed her elbows to the staff, using some of the leftover rope to pull her elbows toward the small of her back. The arrangement was not only painful, but also arched her back, forcing her small perfectly formed breasts forward. Her legs were not bound, but she wasn’t going anywhere. Delzinga had thrown a length of rope over the branch of a rainforest giant that overhung the clearing and looped the other end to the rope under her armpits. He had then tightened it, lifting her to her feet. Still partly dazed, she hung silently from the rope despite the pain as it cut into her flesh.

Delzinga picked several lengths of rawhide and twisted them expertly together. He swung them in his hand as if testing them. “This’ll do,” he muttered. Walking over to the water bucket he tossed the strips into it and then strolled over to Danielle. Abeba had bound her well, hog-tying her wrists to her ankles.

“We can make this a lot easier,” Delzinga said. “I want to know where the little jungle bitch got the gold ornaments. You tell me and then I won’t have to question her.”

“I know nothing about it,” Danielle said. “I’ve only known her as long as you have.”

“That’s fine by me,” Delzinga replied. “I’ve been looking forward to this anyway.” Turning he moved back to the girl.

Kiana glared at the bad man. She was fully conscious now and realized that she and her new friends were in serious trouble. She needed help, but her mental quest for Kitty had come up empty. That wasn’t unusual. Kitty often went off by herself, sometimes for days. If she went far enough away she couldn’t reach him. Still she tried. Maybe a little bit of her message might reach her. There was nothing. It was impossible to tell whether she had contacted her or not.

The bearded man stood in front of her. He was very tall and loomed over her, but Kiana met his gaze unflinchingly. If she could only get out of the bonds she would rip his throat out, but she could find no give in the rawhide strips that bound her.

“Alright,” Delzinga said. “I know you can understand me, so I’ll try one more time. Where did you get the bracelets and anklets?”

“Find in stone village,” Kiana replied. “Kiana like. Kiana take.”

The girl was talking. This was easier than Delzinga had thought it would be. “Where is the stone village?” he asked.

Kiana’s face hardened. “No tell,” she said determinedly. “You bad man. Hurt Kiana’s friends.”

“Perhaps I can change your mind,” Delzinga said, fishing the now water-soaked sections of rawhide out of the water bucket. He twisted them in his hands, wringing the excess water from the crude whip. “Let’s see how well this works,” he said.

Danielle saw at once what Delzinga’s plan was. “You asshole,” she shouted. “You can’t do that to her. She’s just a child.”

“She’ll be a woman before I’m through with her.” Delzinga sneered.

“You fucking bastard,” Danielle swore. “You can’t do that.”

“Abeba,” Delzinga replied. “Take Miss Richards into the plane and amuse yourself with her. I’ll deal with her little friend.”

“NO!” Danielle protested, as Abeba picked her up. “Let me go!” He voice was filled with panic. Abeba’s intent was all too clear.

“No hurt Danielle,” Kiana shouted as Abeba carried the struggling American into the plane. Danielle’s protests continued out of sight and then ended with the sound of a sharp slap and a cry of pain.

Delzinga moved to the side of the jungle girl. It took him only seconds to cut the leather thongs that held her breechclout and breast band in place. Kiana looked at him unafraid. She was naked and helpless, but her nudity hardly bothered her, and she had never been subjected to torture. She understood that Delzinga intended her no good, but was too naïve to understand what he was about to do.

Delzinga took in his helpless victim. He reappraised his estimate of the girl’s age. She was too well formed to be a child. Although her face was childlike, her body was that of a woman. He let his eyes travel over her, taking in her small pointed breasts. The nipples were dark and petite, and overwhelmingly inviting. He reached out and took her taut chocolate bud between his thumb and forefinger.

Kiana took a deep breath as Delzinga touched her. The sensation of his fingers pinching her left nipple filled her with revulsion. A short time ago she had wanted Hughes to mate with her, but that did not mean she was willing to give herself to any man. What Delzinga was doing made her skin crawl.

“Beautiful,” thought Delzinga as the girl’s nipple swelled beneath his fingers. He could hardly wait to fuck her. But first she must be punished. “Now,” he said, brandishing his makeshift whip, “where is the stone village?”

Kiana’s golden brown eyes widened slightly. She suddenly had a glimmering of what the brutal guide had in mind for her. Instead of replying, however, she shook her head. She would not give in to the man who had hurt her friend.

Delzinga raised the whip. From inside the plane came a sharp cry. Delzinga smiled. It sounded as if Abeba was having fun. He brought the whip down.

“Aaah!” Kiana expelled a breath as the lash whipped across her shapely buttocks. It was more the surprise of being struck than the pain. In her innocence she could not conceive of why one human would hurt another.

Delzinga swung the whip again flogging her in the same place he had struck before. This time Kiana growled in anger. “You bad man,” she raged, baring her even white teeth. “Kiana kill you!”

From the plane came another cry of pain. Abeba really seemed to be enjoying himself.

Securely bound, Danielle could not even struggle as Abeba carried her into the plane, but she was not gagged and she made the Ethiopian thug aware of her anger.

“Put me down you prick,” she cursed.

Abeba complied, dumping her on the seat cushions. Danielle watched helplessly as he started to unbuckle his belt. “You God-damned freak,” Danielle swore. “Don’t touch me.”

“Hold your tongue you bitch,” Abeba said. He interrupted his undressing long enough to step toward her and slap her hard across the face.

Danielle cried out. She had been unable to move away from the blow and it snapped her head back viciously. Spitting blood from her cut lip she lay back and watched Abeba strip. She had never felt so helpless in her life. Just a few feet away Hughes was bound and gagged and in the middle of the clearing Delzinga was preparing to torture and probably violate Kiana. There was nothing she could do to prevent anything that was happening.

Abeba stripped down. He wanted to feel his skin next to the gorgeous blonde female when he took her. Soon she would be as naked as he was.

Danielle looked away as Abeba revealed his manhood. He was already fully aroused, and she had to fight back the feelings of panic that assailed her. She could sense him near her. And then she felt his hands on her body. He rolled her over so that he could release her from the hog-tie. As her body was released from the uncomfortable position Danielle sighed in relief, but it was a feeling tinged with fear as Abeba continued to ready her for the rape.

He started with her shirt, unfastening each button. He moved hastily, his heavy erection spurring him on. He wanted this woman so badly he felt as if his gonads were about to explode. Within seconds he had opened her shirt revealing her heavy breasts only partly concealed by her thin cotton bra. His knife made short work of the rest of her shirt and the brassiere. Cutting through the thin material he bared her to the waist. Danielle’s breasts swung free, dangling like ripe melons from a honeydew vine. Abeba could not resist.

Climbing on top of the still partially clad woman, he pinned her beneath him as he straddled her belly and gathered her breasts into his hands.

“Aaahh!” Danielle squealed as Abeba crushed her soft flesh in his large hands. For the next few minutes he mauled her mercilessly. Danielle writhed in pain as her magnificent breasts were brutalized. She tried to keep from screaming, knowing that her cries would carry to Kiana. It was bad enough what Delzinga was doing to the girl without having her hear her screams.

“Great tits,” Abeba grunted. He shifted his weight so that he pinned Danielle’s’ body to the seat cushion and his engorged phallus was between her breasts. Then squeezing her breasts again he slid his rigid member between them and forced her to tit-fuck him.

The unwashed odour of Abeba’s body assailed her nostrils as he slowly shifted his thick shaft between the sheath created as he pressed her breasts together. Danielle could not conceal her disgust as each thrust of Abeba’s pelvis brought the tip of his penis within inches of her mouth. The man grunted with pleasure as he stimulated himself, his breathing increasing and the sweat dripping off his body. At any instant Danielle expected him to ejaculate and splatter her with his semen, but suddenly he stopped.

“This erection is too good to waste on your tits,” Abeba said. Climbing off her he untied her ankles and removed her boots. Then grabbing the cuffs he jerked her pants off. Now only her thin lace thong remained, and spreading her legs, Abeba soon made short work of that.

Danielle increased her struggles as Abeba spread her legs. Clamping her thighs on either side of his body she attempted vainly to keep him from taking her, but the contest was simply too one-sided. Slowly but surely he forced his member toward her pleasure garden.

The sight of the gorgeous but helpless blonde writhing beneath him had Abeba hard as a rock. His erection had never been so large or so ready.

“Oh God, no,” thought Danielle, then she grunted in pain as the Ethiopian thrust into her.

“Give you good fucking,” Abeba gasped. He gripped her backside and hammered into her.

Danielle arched her back as Abeba raped her. Despite the pain and humiliation being inflicted on her, she gritted her teeth and kept from screaming. And then she heard a cry from outside. It was Kiana and she was crying in pain.

Delzinga applied the whip with savage satisfaction. He had said he was going to whip the little bitch’s ass raw and he would do just that. The leather lash had already raised several red welts on the jungle girl’s quivering backside and she was twisting desperately in an effort to escape the brutal flogging.

Kiana snarled as the lash caught her derriere for the fourth time. The first three times she had reacted with a snarl, but now she was just trying to avoid the painful torture. She was experiencing a new emotion, that of fear. It was incomprehensible to her that one person would want to brutally torture another, but the fact was that it was happening. Now like a trapped wild animal she just tried to escape, straining her body against the rope that kept her where Delzinga could flog her.

Delzinga grinned as she girl tried to dance away from the lash. She was wonderful to look at as she tried in vain to avoid the whip. She twisted her body so that she was turned toward him and the part of her body that he had been targeting was turned away from him. She now faced him almost dead on, her dark eyes glaring daggers, and her small breasts heaving. His member stirred at the sight of her. What a great fuck she was going to be.

Kiana stood defiant. She was in pain. The whip had hurt her badly, but animal-like she responded with aggression rather than fear. Her lips were drawn back from her teeth in a fierce snarl. If she could have gotten loose she would have ripped the throat out of the brutal man that was beating her.

“Tough little bitch,” Delzinga said. “It’s a good thing I’m doing this. You need to be shown who’s boss.” Drawing his arm back he swung the lash and caught the jungle girl across her pert breasts.

Kiana yelped in pain. She had not expected the lash to strike her there, and with her elbows bent around the wooden staff and her wrists tied across her belly, he breasts were forced forward, presenting an inviting target.

The lash came down again. She had twisted away from the pain and it caught her across her already swollen buttocks. She cried out in pain.

“Oh God, Kiana,” Danielle thought. “What have I brought you?” Abeba was humping her strongly, but she could not ignore the cries of the innocent child she had only just met. She blamed herself. If she had not come to the lost Ethiopian valley the primitive forest girl would not have been subjected to such brutal torture.

“Uunngh!” Abeba had really hurt her that time. The man was huge and used his manhood like an instrument of torture. He buried it within her, causing her to writhe in agony. He grinned as she reacted in pain, and drove into her even harder. From outside the pain came another cry of anguish as Delzinga continued to flog Kiana. A sob broke from Danielle’s lips.

Hughes watched in impotent fury asDelzinga flogged Kiana into submission. The jungle girl was no longer defiant. Instead she contorted her body in agony as the brutal lash sought her out. Her breasts, belly, thighs, shoulders, and backside were cruelly scarred. A single blow of Delzinga’s crude lash could not inflict much damage but he had struck Kiana dozens of times. The girl was near breaking.

Kiana no longer had the strength to avoid the lash. She hung limply, the rope beneath her armpits supporting her. Finally her mouth opened. “Stop,” she begged. “Kiana tell.”

Wracked with pain, Kiana bit her lip to keep from moaning. Her legs no longer had the strength to support her and her body was covered with a mixture of blood and sweat. The lash had been unforgiving. Stroke after stroke the agony of the lash had built up until she could focus on nothing but the pain. At that point she had given in. She was not tamed, however, merely cowed. She would do anything to avoid further pain and humiliation.

“Tell me then,” Delzinga ordered.

“Stone village,” Kiana answered. “I find pretty things in stone village.”

“And where is the village?” Delzinga prompted.

“One day through trees,” the girl gasped. She was having a hard time holding her head up to speak.

Her condition meant little to Delzinga. He wanted information. He asked the question again, and again, punctuating his frustration with blows of the whip. After fifteen minutes, however, it became obvious that the girl was not capable of properly describing where the “stone village” was. She would have to show him.

Delzinga threw down the whip. He would not screw the jungle girl today. She wouldn’t be much of a fuck in her present condition and she was covered in blood and sweat. In addition he needed her in decent shape to show him where the stone village was. He’d satisfy himself with the blonde. Abeba should be finished with her by now.

Danielle, bit her lip to keep from sobbing. She tried not to show her shame. Abeba had raped her brutally. For the most part she had endured the pain and humiliation without crying out, but she was close to breaking. She did not know if she could have stood it much longer. Suddenly the interior of the plane darkened slightly as Delzinga stepped through the door. He grinned when he saw the look of ear on Danielle’s face.

“Well, I see you’ve got her all primed for me. Look after the girl. I’ll take over here.”

“She’s a great fuck, boss,” Abeba chuckled as he left the cabin.

“I know,” Delzinga responded. He began to unbuckle his belt.

“No! NO! NOOO!” Danielle screamed.

Danielle sobbed quietly as Delzinga pulled on his pants. Her loins throbbed, a steady pulse that reminded her with each beat of her heart of the most painful and degrading experience of her life. She had not been able to stand up to Delzinga. She had begged and pleaded like a little girl as he raped her, but her obvious pain and fear had simply spurred him on. He had raped her for almost two hours, exhibiting a stamina that was far beyond any lover she had ever had. Her vagina was slick with his semen and her own blood and her breasts were covered with scratches and bites. She was too beaten and exhausted to do anything except lie where she was.

Delzinga jerked her into a sitting position. He cut her bonds. “Get up you American whore. I want you to look after your little jungle friend. Make sure she’s in shape to leave. Tomorrow she’s going to show me where she got those gold ornaments.”

He head bowed in submission, Danielle pulled on her torn clothes. . Suppressing her pain she staggered out of the plane. Outside Kiana was waiting. Rage and hate swelled u within her as she saw what Delzinga had done to the forest girl. Too late she realized that Kiana had been right. She should have let the girl kill Delzinga. Now she was paying for her compassion. She gritted her teeth against the pain in her loins. She had been stupid. It was a mistake she would not make again.

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