Queen from the jungle
BY BANDIT



The tall statuesque silverblonde, as she disembarks from a long sea
voyage on a merchant ship, studies the transportation possibilities this
foreign seaport has to offer passengers that venture here from everywhere
on earth; the curvaceous breasty beauty being studied 100 fold her sexy
self by the planked pier's population of every kind of human animal
alive; though near the places for drinkage those fallen humans look very
much dead to the world.

The super gorgeousness' mini leopardskin wear, that wraps the
voluptuous body of the silverblonde, stared at as well as the huge
breasts that force this wild looking apparel's chest proportion to a
strained forwardness of awesome dimensions by those mountainous mammary
measurements; the nearly naked muscle rich young woman the only passenger
with no baggage what so ever; no footwear as well, and no interest in
most of the transportation forms offered her bareness of bountiful
beauty.

The scrumptiously deep tanned and perfectly smooth skin of the
obvious woman of physical adventure, beams by its bareness in contrast to
the dress of all others upon the pier, like a beacon light in the darkest
of nights; more female skin being flashed by the exotic beauty than a
bath house will permit; the leopardhide not much more of a covering than
a hand towel in a bath house that, if it covers those gigantic breasts,
can cover just a few inches of flesh more than that; and as the towering
silverblonde turns her shapely hind side into view, the leopardskin
indeed is as shy in covering this fabulous female's muscle enhanced
buttloins, as would the hand towel of the bath house; but no male
present, and more gathering constantly, will object to this fantastic
female's choice of bodywear; masculine sexual juices beginning to flow
more freely upon the pier beneath each male's garment of his choice.

Each 'ride for hire's driver stands by his vehicle proudly to
await the gorgeous young woman's choice of a ride; to approach the woman
would be to remove oneself from his ride's air of elegance,,,the woman's
choice then probably the man and not the ride's impressiveness.

Two gorgeous globes of grandeur in aquablue brilliance flash now
toward an approaching man, a vegetable merchant no less, his rickety old
one horse cart the beauty's choice of transportation; but an instant
surrounding of other more comfortable offerings of rides stalls the
fantastic female figure amongst  all of the drivers that now desert their
rides

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of elegance in attempts now to sway the silverblonde's thinking toward
their offering; price now dwindling from coins to free; the vegetable
man's offering in the first place; the seductive scent of jungle flower
oils, the air and close presence of the wildwoman hypnotic to a
fascination. As if stunned by the spell of a powerful witch, the drivers
all become entranced to awaken only unto themselves, the exotic beauty
long gone in the rickety old cart with the old merchant; the drivers
return to the rides to find them chosen by others that arrived upon this
very same merchant ship.

Upon the trail, the roar that engulfs the one horse cart from the
rear, is a team of 6 horses pulling a coach; both the silverblonde,
Toshia and the merchant twisting their necks back toward the steadily
oncoming herd of horses and the huge and heavy coach, that seems not even
to notice the tiny cart that shares the narrow trail. 'ccrrrassshhhhh'
'tumble-crunch' The tiny cart is bowled over into the deep ditch beside
the narrow trail by the passing thoughtlessness of now proven power.
"Bastard!!!!" The sensuously thin lips of the now muscle flexed exotic
bare beauty spit forth wild words of cursing power to beyond the gods;
Toshia indeed furious at whoever that driver was,,,and she would like to
find out who in fact! it was; that man with the evil mind deserving of
face fractures administered by Toshia's man killing knuckles.

The main damage to Toshia and the cart she chose to ride, is the old
man's horse that has sustained a sprain in a front leg; the old man
knowing more of this type injury than does Toshia, determines that his
horse will survive and heal, but what? of the immediate future.

The man's immediate future is stunning to his knowledge of so many
years in age progressing; the angered silverblonde; Toshia he now learns,
is not familiar with horse and cart hookups, he frees the wounded horse
from the cart; the man is not familiar with such superhuman strength the
exotic gorgeousness displays in getting the cart up onto the trail,,,and
1500 pounds of wounded horse as well upon the muscle girl's second trip;
totally stunned and fearful as well is the driver of yet another multi-
horse drawn coach that sees only, at first, a fallen horse drifting up
and out of the ditch it has fallen into; those long legs of gam
gorgeousness supporting the horse up the steep grade is a drool producing
sight for this driver; 'fairy tales of old?' upon his disbelieving mind
of new tales to tell in the pub ;tale here though, truth that will
obviously not be believed when told; the driver cannot believe it as
seen.

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 As Toshia places the horse onto the trail ,,now blocked by cart and
horse, her anger flexed female muscles of fantasticness  fully exposed,
frighten the just arriving coachman, that cannot get his coach turned
around in this narrowest of places in this cross country trail. 'This
woman is just too gorgeous and innocent looking to have done what she
just did!!!????'  upon the coachman's mind to the fullest. The slight
upturning of the exotic beauty's thin shapely lips of dabbed on jungle
flower pinkness , a warmness of womanhood that overshadows those majestic
muscles of murderous proportions. "We need a horse." Toshia shrugs out in
desperation for this obvious need, the four horse team reduced now to
three for the asking female fortress of sexy muscles that could have
helped her scrumptious self to anything her powers so desired.

Engineering assistance in reconstructing the cart for the carrying of
the wounded horse, Toshia's jungle primitiveness accepts gladly from both
her old driver and this just arrived driver; heads peeping out of coach
at the scene of just now, unbeknowing of the great strength of the near
naked female awesomeness that captures their eyes in the wideness of a
lifetime of commonness. The muscle gorgeousness and her faceful of
fantastic female features of sensuous shapes and sizes , reaches into her
mini leopardskin frontal wear at her great breasts that are mountainous
by measure and shaped superbly in global pronounciations of perfection in
female figures;  a now glowing gold nugget she produces, and she more
than pays the price for the detached horse; totally stunning all at the
scene.

Toshia herds the cart into the nearest wide space on the trail, to
allow the halted coach to pass by; the three horses and the coach pass by
easily now, but not the excited eyes of all that will partake to behold
forever the most gorgeous glimpses of this fantastic female beauty; the
drivers' memories enhanced by witnessing that greatness of gams and
majesticness of muscles in this once in a lifetime luckiness to have been
here.

Altering Toshia's original travel plan was the injuring of the old
man's horse; this will take priority now, the animal to be taken to rest
at the old man's place of residence,,,wherever?.

After seeing the wounded horse and the merchant to his dwelling,
Toshia, after eating, is once again upon her way; and far out of reach of
a ride; Toshia however fleet afoot, nothing new to her primitiveness.

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Making nearly as good a time cross country as the cart would have made
anyway, Toshia reaches a village where she will put in for the night.

Once again, here, Toshia meets up with the coachman she bought the
horse from,,,,and the passengers, all to stay the night in this inn as
well; too dangerous to travel the narrow trails at night.

The instant hush like that, that befell the chatting patrons of the
inn's drinkage hall, Toshia is accustomed to, she silences every noisy
room her gorgeousness steps into; unbeknownst to Toshia here, it is not!
her great bareness and beauty that has swallowed the tongues of these
people she eases through to get to the innkeeper; all the chatter was
about her already; the coachman having told of a gorgeous Queen of Female
Strength that could carry a fully grown horse as easily as a housewife
carries her laundry basket on washday.

Between the statuesque silverblonde endowment of female figure deluxe
and her destination of the innkeeper's counter, stands believers, now
that they have feasted their eyes upon this awesome jungle woman:
disbelievers still, a horse weighing over 10 times the fabulous female's
hard bodyful of muscles, and more times yet the gorgeous thing's weight
if she were not so graciously bulging in breastage: and also the
challengers to her told of great physical strength; these challengers
represented by more than a 350 pound giant of a man that stands
unmovingly in Toshia's intended path to the counter, two gorgeous globes
of grandeur in aquablue brilliance flash past in a slightly altered
direction to the sought counter of business.

Only now that Toshia pays with a tiny gold nugget does the coachman
start the mumblings once again, having not told as yet of his selling a
horse to Toshia on the trail earlier,, Toshia paying likewise as she does
here; this igniting a fourth group of people within the inn's drinkage
hall; those that would like to possess the near naked young woman's
wealth in gold; Toshia's more leopard hide than usual mini garment
concealing her great diamond necklace.

The brew-based boisterousness that filters into clearly audible words
of challenge, Toshia knows are directed toward her ears only; the 350
pound man's lips not moving ,but Toshia 's exotic eyes flash unto that
man anyway; Toshia knowing that this man is the challenge she hears
whispered now throughout the brew scented hall.

Toshia now looks past the man and back deeper into the hallful of
onlookers; that now openly enlighten the horse

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lifting silverblonde  as to why she is being received in such a manner of
mystery theirs, majesticness hers.

The warmth of smile and eyepower Toshia removes in a stern staring
through! the giant of a man that stands before her; as a cheering hallful
of expected spectators witness an eye contact between the wild and
obviously untamed young woman and the village strongman that hasn't met
his match as yet amongst traveler and villager alike.

Arm wrestling, that Toshia has never encountered before, is the
challenges presented her; and knowing that she will not have to kill this
man that stands there; the primitive Toshia accepts, only to hush the
crowd and give her sexyself some peace.

The primitive Toshia however knows of leverage, not by term or word,
but the physics of it's power; the man's arms are much longer,,,,and
meatier than Toshia's, but a challenge is! a challenge.

A table is cleared of both brew and patron; Toshia taking one side,
the giant taking the opposite.

As the hand grasp is made and tightened into a firm hold and ready
adjustments being made, Toshia can feel the leverage difference, she must
puch upwards and the man downwards; the drooling face of that man knowing
this fulwell glaring at her from beyond the evertightening fist-fest at
table's vibrating centerboard.

In this totally strange and unexperienced position of rediculousness ,
Toshia , after the man nods his readiness ; nods hers as well.

'ccrrrrrrrAACCCKKK"  "AAAAGGGHHHHH!!!!!" The giant cries out in total
agony as his unsuspecting hand is crushed to bone fragments by the
gorgeous silverblonde as the contest begins,,,,,,,and ends instantly;
leverage never a factor.

"Toshia did not mean to hurt you." The only words spoken into the
shock-hushed hallful of all! believers now.

  Released by Toshia the crippled man races out of the inn clutching his
'never to be the same' handful of broken bones; the hall now back to
individual conversations and separate tablesful of 'where were we?'
chatterers.


END CHAPTER ONE