Anja the Jungle Queen


Anja crept slowly up to the isolated grass hut. Moving as stealthy as possible
she was having difficulty containing her excitement. She finally had her, the
evil slavery and illegal diamond miner Helga. Helga and her goons had enslaved
the people of three passive villages to toil in her illegal diamond mines up in 
the forbidden forest of the lower valley. These villagers, including women and 
children, would be worked to death mining blood diamonds. Anja had sworn to 
rescue the villagers and bring Helga to justice.  

The Jungle Queen had tracked the evil slaver to this spot and planned to take 
her by complete surprise and force her to release the poor villagers. Anja entered 
the grass hut as quietly as she could and saw, to her glee the evil slaver standing 
with her back to her in the center of the hut. Anja let her excitement overwhelm her 
usual caution as she moved forward towards her prey. The proud Jungle Queen's 
mind registered the "clicking" sound too late as she stepped into a simple rope 
trap. Anja was a fast as a jungle cat, but not fast enough.

Anja's thin muscular body was pulled up by her tiny ankle as the rope trap
engaged. Soon she dangled helplessly in the center of the room hanging by a
single leg. Anja quickly drew her razor sharp knife to cut the rope holding
her. She glanced forward and saw her beautiful blonde captor smiling at her
holding a small pistol. Anja dropped her knife without being told. Helga's smile
broadened, she had been told that the jungle queen was beautiful but she was
surprised just how exquisite she was, and now she was in her control. She had
considered once the pesky brat was captured she would eliminate her quickly,
but she had since decided to punish the Jungle Queen for her meddling. Helga
stared at her beautiful captive, and thought, yes she would be punished and then 
eliminated in the most diabolic way.

Anja's heart thudded in her chest as she frantically searched the room for a
means of escape. Her blonde captor circled the helpless jungle beauty like a
predator circling its prey. Anja stared into the cold blue eyes of the blonde
captor, her features, those of a Nordic princess and completely flawless. She
smiled disarmingly at Anja, but the jungle queen could see coldness in her
gaze. Anya knew her knife was lying on the floor just below her. She fought
the urge to glance down at her only possible escape. Helga, as if reading
Anja's mind quickly reached down and picked up the razor sharp blade. 

Helga raised the blade and began to trace it along Anja's exposed midriff. Anya
attempted to look defiant as a lump grew in her throat. She felt the icy coldness 
of the razor sharp blade along her skin. Anja's drew in her breath and attempted to 
remain perfectly still. Helga continued to trace the blade across Anja's muscular 
tummy stopping at the tiny leather top covering Anja's pert breasts. With a flick 
of her wrist Helga cutaway the small piece of material, causing Anja's breasts to 
spring forward. Anja's face reddened as her tiny nipples uncontrollably hardened. 
Anya gasped as Helga placed the razor sharp tip of the knife to Anja's right 
nipple. Helga held the tip in place for what seemed like an eternity before 
laughing and moving the knife away.

Helga stated, "I have no plans to cut you, jungle queen, though I did consider it
at one point."

"What do you plan to do to me?' Anja's said, trying to sound defiant. 

Helga set the knife down far from Anja's reach. She then moved to a small table 
located directly behind where Anja firm body hung. "I considered many things 
once you were in my control," Helga said, "some simple, some very complex."

Anya attempted to twist her body around to face her tormentor. She turned her 
head and saw Helga holding a small syringe. Anja began to struggle as Helga 
grabbed the jungle pixy's hips. Anja's mind raced. "Is this the end?" She felt the 
prick of the needle on her tiny round bottom. Helga released Anya, but the jungle 
beauty continued to struggle, reaching up with her hands attempting to free her 
bound ankle. Helga seemed to pay no mind to this, moving the small table around 
in front of the dangling jungle queen. 

Anja began to feel a warm sensation throughout her body. She wondered if this 
was the first feeling of poison. Helga stepped away and quickly returned with a
small black bag. As she unzipped the bag she began putting on black leather
gloves and said, "The injection that I just gave you was a mild sedative. You
should be starting to feel its effects. I estimate that it should render you 
unconscious in the next 5 minutes or so." Anja's eyes widened. 

Helga turned and approached Anja. The jungle beauty saw the Helga was holding 
a coil of greenish rope in her hands. Helga stood in front of the dangling beauty 
and stared into her eyes thoughtfully. "I guess the easiest and probably wisest 
thing I could do is shoot you in the head and leave your body in the jungle as 
warning to those that would oppose me. But I realized that there would be no real 
satisfaction in eliminating you that way. You need to be punished for meddling in 
my business and costing a lot of money. 

"So I thought I should sell you. You would not believe how many people would 
love to have you as their slave." Helga reached out and pinched Anja's tiny 
nipple. "Their sex slave." Helga laughed. 

Anya attempted to pull away but she felt as though she was floating. Her nipple 
tingled where she had been touched. "I considered keeping you as my slave. I 
must admit the thought of breaking the proud jungle queen was very appealing," 
Helga said as her finger trailed up from Anja's breast to her flat tummy. Anja's 
body began to tingle. Her tormentor's finger came dangerous close to her thinly-
covered sex. "But alas, I would constantly worry that you would escape and I 
would be forced to deal with you again. So, I decided to lure you here, capture 
you, punish you very severely and then dispose of you in the most horrible way I 
can think of."

Fear clouded Anja's mind. She was having a hard time trying to think. Black dots 
began to appear and swim around her vision. Helga held the greenish rope down 
to Anja's upturned face. "Before you pass out I wonder if you recognize this?" 

Anja's eyes widened. "Pain vines," Anja slurred. 

"Very good," Helga smiled. 

Even in her drugged state she recognized the pain vine. These vines grew in the 
very darkest portion of the jungle. The vines were almost unbreakable but very 
pliable. Their most distinctive feature was the millions of needle-like hairs 
protruding from the vine. These hairs, much like the nettle plant, produced a 
painful chemical when in contact with human skin. But unlike the nettle plant, 
the pain from the pain vine was excruciating and seemed to last for hours after 
the vine was touched. 

Anja blinked trying to keep awake. "These vines are for your breasts, that should
start things off right don't you think?" Helga began to wrap the torturous rope
around the jungle beauty's perfect breasts. Anja was jolted awake by the pain
crying out. Helga laughed. "Oh, my exotic beauty, this is just the beginning."

Helga lowered her head to look face to face with the jungle queen and said,
"Nighty-night, my sweet; try not to have any nightmares because the nightmare
begins when you wake." 

Anja struggled to hold on but slipped into unconsciousness. Helga continued to 
bind the jungle queen's firm breast making sure the torturous ropes were 
extremely tight. She then and lowered her to the floor and bound her wrists and 
ankles. Not smart to take chances, Helga thought.

Helga then picked up the tiny beauty and carried her to the cart located in back 
of the grass hut. She then began the short trip to the abandoned Guruhi mine. Guruhi 
was the god of the evil darkness in this part of Africa. A fitting name for Anja the 
Jungle Queen's new home. Her permanent home. As she drove, Helga's smile 
never left her face. 

Anja was thrust from the bliss of unconsciousness by agonizing bolts of pain from 
her pert breasts. As she was inundated with light her eyes fluttered as she 
attempted to focus on her surroundings. Her eyes were immediately drawn to her 
throbbing breasts. She stared in disbelief at the two orange-sized bluish balloons 
on her chest. The pain vines still wound tightly around the base of each breast, 
and were tied to each nipple as well. Anja realized her body had been moved and 
now her lithe form was hanging by her wrists about a foot off the floor. Anja's 
ankles were bound together in a single cuff, which was locked to the floor below 
by a short chain. 

Anja was stretched as tight as rubber band, her joints on the verge of dislocating. 
Anja realized that she could not move at all. Anja focused on a sound in front of 
her. She saw Helga moving a table loaded with torture implements directly in 
front of the bound jungle queen. Anja quietly gasped. 

Helga heard the sound and looked at Anja with a wide grin. "Ahhh," Helga said, 
"I was hoping to bring you around with one of my little toys here. Oh well, we 
can still have plenty of fun... or at least I can," Helga laughed. Anja attempted 
to struggle but there was absolutely no movement in her bonds. Her breasts throbbed 
as she watched her Nordic tormentor move the implements of her pain around the 
table. Helga then seemed to find what she was looking for. She looked up at Anja 
with a sparkle in her cold blue eyes. "This should make a good start," Helga said 
with a smile as she lifted an item from the table and waved it towards the jungle 
beauty's face. 

Anja immediately recognized the item and her body gave an involuntary shudder. 
It was an inch wide heavy piece of leather about a foot long, connected to a 
wooden handle. "We use these to punish the miners," Helga laughed. "They are 
quite effective; I've seen them bring a strong man to tears." Helga swished the 
ominous device through the air. "Have you ever been whipped, Anja?" Helga 
asked. Anja said nothing; she only looked defiantly at her blonde captor, but 
internally, her mind reeled. She had been whipped, some time ago, with a similar 
device and it had been horrible.

 Helga moved in front of the bound jungle beauty swishing the brutal strap in the 
air while staring into Anja's eyes. "Any last pleas for mercy?" Helga asked as her 
smiled broadened. "Beg to be my slave, my sexual plaything, for the rest of your 
life or until I tire of you." 

Anja's jaw stiffened. "Never!" she growled. Helga's smile broadened even more. 

"I was hoping he would say that." With no fanfare, Helga threw her arm back as 
far as she could and swung the leather strap at her naked captive. The pliant
leather impacted directly across Anja's throbbing nipples. A white-hot explosion 
of pain ripped through Anja's chest then throughout her entire body. Her arms and 
legs involuntarily began to pull desperately at her bonds. Anja vaguely tasted 
blood in her mouth realizing that she had bitten her tongue. All of this registered 
in a moment before the second blow impacted directly over the first. This assault 
continued with Helga concentrating all the blows on Anja's bound, tender breasts. 
On the 30th blow, despite her resolve, Anya cried out. This seemed to intensify 
Helga's assault. On the 50th blow, Anja succumbed to the pain and passed out.
 
Darkness had barely swallowed her when she was wrenched back to wakefulness 
by a splash of cold water on her face. As soon as she was conscious the exploding 
pain in her ravaged breasts caused her to black out once again. 

Again the jungle beauty was ripped from the relative bliss of unconsciousness,
this time by copious applications of smelling salts under her nose. Anja stared 
at the foggy image of her tormentor standing in front of her. Anja's eyes watered 
profusely at the continuing explosion of pain from her bound breasts. Once Helga 
saw that Anja would remain conscious she sat down on a small chair next to the 
table. Even though Anja was in agonizing pain she noted that, despite being in 
amazing shape her blonde captor was slightly winded. 

Tears fell from Anja's eyes she looked down at her pummeled breasts. Both
orange-shaped globes were black and purple with hints of greenish yellow
throughout. Anja realized that even now her body's amazing ability to
regenerate was already working to heal her. Helga stood suddenly, tossing the
leather strap on to the table. She turned her head and grinned at Anja as she 
lifted another item. Anja immediately recognized what Helga was holding and began 
to struggle in her bonds. Helga's smile grew as she walked toward her beautiful 
captive holding the ominous device. Helga held the thin metal cane up to Anja's 
face. "Is there anything you need to say to me, Jungle Queen?" Anja closed her 
eyes and shuddered. She re-opened her eyes, looked directly at the blonde demon 
standing in front of her, and shook her head.

Helga smiled again. She took a step back while drawing the thin metal cane back 
as far as she could. Anya cried out as the metal torture device impacted just below 
the nipples and both of her bruised and battered breasts. The second blow struck 
directly across her bound nipples causing her to temporarily lose the ability to 
breathe. The third blow caused Anja's body to pull so hard that she almost 
dislocated both of her shoulders. By the 10th blow Anja had passed out. When 
Anja came to her chest was wracked with pain. Looking down she saw oozing 
welts crisscrossing her breasts. Anja's entire body throbbed she also had an 
unusual chemical taste in her mouth. 

Helga stepped out from behind her with an empty syringe in her hand. "I thought 
you would be tougher than this, Jungle Queen," Helga said. "I didn't expect to 
have to use this until later in the day." Anja shakily nodded her head towards the 
syringe, a silent inquiry. It was really all she could do. "It's a powerful stimulant," 
Helga told her. "It's name is longer than my arm. I'm afraid you won't be passing 
out anymore today." Anja groaned as Helga retrieved the metal cane. "Shall we 
continue?" Anja's tormentor asked, as if she had any choice in the matter. 

This torture continued throughout the morning. Anja's breasts were whipped and 
caned continuously by Helga using the various items on her torture table. Helga 
was not content with just torturing Anja's breasts, she also caned Anja's thighs 
and muscular tummy. She whipped and caned the tops of Anja's feet. She used a high- 
intensity cattle prod to shock Anja's tortured nipples, and even Anja's crotch. 
Anja endured the waves of an agonizing pain, unable to drift off to unconsciousness. 

When Helga finally stopped Anja hung limply from her bonds, a bruised,
twitching mass. Her head hung down with her eyes closed, one thought
swimming through her pain racked mind: She did not break me.... Anja raised
her head and looked at her captor. 

Helga was seated at the table eating a bowl of fruit, drinking a large glass of 
water. A second glass of water sat on the table. Anja unconsciously licked her 
dry lips. "You must be thirsty, Jungle Queen," Helga remarked causally. "Would 
you like some water?"

Anja only stared defiantly at her captor. Helga smiled. "You know what you
must do: beg. Why not? No one except me will ever know. As I said before,"
Helga said, "you will never leave this place. Never."  

Anja shakily raised her head and said in a hoarse but defiant voice, "I will know." 

"Suit yourself," Helga said, her smile never leaving her lips as she picked up 
thesecond glass and tossed the water on the floor at Anja's feet. Anja stared 
down at the small drops of water on the stone floor below her. "No rest for the 
wicked," Helga said as she once again grabbed the strap from the table.

Fear flowed through Anja's body as her sadistic captor moved towards her.
Instead of stopping in front of Anja, Helga walked past her bound form around to 
her rear. Anja groaned quietly knowing what was coming next. She felt Helga's
hand on her round bottom as Anja's tiny loincloth lifted up exposing her heart- 
shaped bottom. Anja felt Helga push the loincloth up and in a moment later pain 
exploded across Anja's round butt. Anja received 100 swaps with the strap before 
Helga moved on to the metal cane. Anja's perfect bottom then received 100 
strokes from the painful instrument before Helga moved on to a large wooden 
paddle. This instrument of torture required Helga to use two hands, increasing 
the power of each swat. 

Anja continued to pull on her bonds as wave after wave of pain crashed through
her, the tight bondage never giving an inch. As before, Helga did not concentrate 
all her fury only on Anja's perfect bottom; instead she whipped the backs of 
Anja's thighs and her muscular back as well. This went on for what seemed like 
hours until Helga finally came back around in front of the Jungle Queen and sat 
in the chair. 

"That was intense!" Helga said with a laugh as she wiped sweat from her brow. 
Anja could do nothing; her entire body was wracked in pain. "I guess it's time 
for the grand finale," Helga said, ominously.

Anja watched in horror as Helga lifted a bullwhip from the table below her. An 
icy blade of fear thrust itself into Anja's heart as she watched the sadistic blonde 
uncoil the brutal instrument. Anja stared in terror as Helga swung the whip around 
causing it to crack loudly; a sharp, horrible sound that echoed off the walls. "I've 
been practicing," Helga said, staring gleefully at her victim. "This should be fun." 
Anja could not take her frightened eyes off the long black whip. Anja's body 
tensed uncontrollably, waiting for the inevitable strike. Anja registered the loud 
POP just milliseconds before she felt the exploding pain across her bottom. Again
the pain was so intense that it pulled the air from her lungs, denying her the ability 
to cry out. Her mind overloaded when she heard the second crack of the whip as 
the jolt of intense pain rocketed from her right butt cheek to her brain. Anja 
involuntarily tensed, attempting to prepare for the next blow, but it didn't come. 

Opening her eyes Anja saw that Helga was again standing in front of her with the 
same sardonic smile on her face. "That really seemed to hurt!" Helga said. Anja 
only stared back at her. "You have anything to say?" Helga mused. Anja 
continued to stare angrily at her tormentor. 

Helga's smile never faltered. "As I said, it's time for the grand finale." She turned, 
took several steps back from where Anja hung, and turned to face the jungle 
queen. The whip rolled in her hand dropping loose to the floor. Anja stared back, 
confused. "Those were merely practice shots to get my aim just right," Helga said, 
her lips curling into a leering grin. The realization of what was happening struck 
Anja in the head like club. The evil blonde was planning to bullwhip her breasts. 
"No!" Anja cried out as Helga shook out the black whip. Fear gripped her like icy 
fingers on her naked flesh. She wanted to beg, anything to stop this. Helga 
stopped and stared at the jungle beauty. "Did you say something? Anja hung 
silent, lost in indecision. Finally she raised her head as high as she could and said, 
"I said 'No,' you will not break me." 
 
Helga's smile faltered briefly, but was back when she let fly the first blow. The 
whip struck like a bullet against Anja's left breast just below the nipple. The 
jungle queen cried out, the sound of her voice echoing to the mineshaft walls. As 
a second blow struck she again cried out. The pain was beyond agony, beyond 
anything she had ever experienced. After the fifth blow, regardless of the 
stimulant coursing through her blood, Anja passed out. 

When Anja woke, she realized that several hours had elapsed since her beating. 
Her body was well on the way to healing itself. She found that she was lying on a 
cave floor, her wrists bound to her ankles by a short rope. As she experimented 
with bonds, Helga emerged from a doorway.

"I see we are healing nicely; that is a wonderful trick. If someone could figure out 
that secret your body would be worth a fortune." Helga watched disinterestedly as 
Anja struggled on the floor. "But I understand that your blood and cells have been 
tested and there's no way to duplicate your powers. Real magic, they say!" Helga 
grinned. "At least it means I can torture you however I like, and within a few 
hours, you're fresh and ready for the next round." Anja could not help shuddering 
at those words. Was this to be her existence from now on, tormented by this 
abominable woman? "All right, up onto your knees," Helga commanded. 

Anja looked at her captor and saw that she was holding the cattle prod. Anja 
struggled and was able to pull herself up onto her knees. Helga reached down to 
the rope connecting Anja's wrists and ankles. Anja's mind erupted with thoughts 
of escape. "Maybe we need something to make you a little more compliant," 
Helga said, as if reading Anja's mind. Then Anja heard a beep on the collar she 
wore and was instantly unable to breathe. Helga laughed. "I just reduced your 
larynx to one-fourth its normal size. That should be enough to keep you from 
passing out, but not much more." 

Anja realized that if she pulled her chest in very hard she could breathe. Anja felt 
Helga's arms lift her up so that she was standing, though bent over because of her 
bonds, in the center of the room. Every thought Anja had was focused on getting 
air. "Now that you understand what I can do with the push of a button I will give 
you a little more air if you promise to be a good girl. Do you promise?" 

Without thinking, Anja eagerly nodded her head yes. Helga, laughing and pressed 
a button on the remote increasing Anja's airflow to one-third. Anja still had to 
fight for breath but it was 100 times better than before. Helga stepped forward and 
snapped a leather leash to Anja's collar. "Come on jungle rabbit, hop for me; hop, 
hop!"

Anja had no choice but to follow the sadistic blonde into the adjacent room and
no doubt to another diabolical torture session.