Queen from the jungle
BY BANDIT



Toshia's gorgeousness has been a mere backdrop for her superior physical
strength in this strange place's inn of convenience; Toshia now, after a
smiling scan of this drink hall, obtains her lodging for the night;; free! on
the house! if you'll show us more, her gifted price; declined but not argued;
the village's strongest already beaten by a contest forced upon the
silverblonde beauty; no one will dare out anything that might anger this wild
womanful of muscles and mammaries of mystique's mightiest.

Toshia, fully experienced in places such as this. By her ventures out into
these more advanced civilizations, hungers for food and drink; but will not
order a meal or drink; so

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many times bitter or jealous peoples have drugged her drink or food after she
exposed her physical wares unwillingly.

Toshia chooses a meal off of the counter intended and ordered by another
patron,,and a drink as well this way; but she pays handsomely for each,,and
only the village idiot would not understand why; Toshia soon fed, and several
more intercepted drinks, she puts down to satisfy her thirst of a long day
afoot upon the trail.

The conversation soon filters into a calmness that eliminates any whispered
words of competition or challenge of any sort; "She is 'rough and ready', but
so womanly gorgeous!" become the echoing words throughout the drink hall as
Toshia continues to enjoy the beverages she selects at random. Her super
sensitive ears hearing all; that these people do not know to be possible,
Toshia enjoys the complementary descriptions of her sensuous self being talked
of throughout the once again noisy drink hall

Toshia knows too from experience, that when words become more difficult to
hear and separate in a crowd conversation that she is tiring to a danger
point; Toshia is off for good night's rest and hopefully sleep.

Toshia, upon retiring for the night, offers the innkeeper her warmest of
smiles that curls up an extra bit upon her thin shapely lips so gorgeously
dabbed in jungle flower pinkness; this extraness for her having been so clever
in her taking of food and drink; Toshia no longer has faith in any of these
innkeepers to be honest with her in their intentions.

Comparing the image on the key with the image on the rented room's door,
Toshia enters her room for the well needed rest; her distrust of these inn's
keepers sends Toshia upon a total room search for evil that might be lurking
here within her room, now lit by 'a torch in a glass' to Toshia, a lantern
lamp to these more advanced people, but light enough none the less. The simple
room provides no hiding space for evil of any sizeable figure what so ever;
the plush softness dropped upon by the exhausted Toshia; a bed to these
people; a soft raised place to the primitive Toshia; and having bolted the
door from the inside; Toshia knowing of this, she is fast asleep.

Morning brings unto this remote inn, a refreshened Queen from the Jungle, as
well as the others, morning fresh as well; the local drinkers nowhere around;
and satisfyingly so for the unchallenged Toshia that will board the coach to
continue her journey; the only available seat however, in the driver's box;

so vigorously suggested by the boasting driver of last night.

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As the coach pulls out upon the trail, the driver is truly thankful for having
a full coach,,,,,back there! And this sensational silverblonde up here! beside
him; and let the highwaymen come on this trip; Ha! Ha!.

Barely on the outskirts of the village, a local wagon has broken down upon the
trail; a wheel has fallen from the axle; but , the driver knows that sometimes
highwaymen use this tactic to get a travel coach stopped; seeing the face of a
known local however convinces the driver that this s not the case this bright
and beautiful morning.; and he stops just yards behind the breakdown for two
reasons; the second being to offer assistance; the first to prove his bragging
of last night; the driver knowing that his driver's box passenger will be all
the assistance needed here to rectify the problem on the early morning trail.

Toshia knows as well , as the coach halts, that she will be called upon the
clear the trail; the other passengers too 'well dressed' to dirty their hands
that would be useless anyhow in assisting in any way here. Toshia's gorgeous
globes of grandeur in aquablue brilliance, and just glancingly flashed toward
the 'will be joyous' driver, are the sensuous sign of help and the cure is on
its way to the rescue.

Once again the small windows of the coach are overstuffed with passenger faces
that expect to be treated to this super-sight they only heard told of by the
driver.

The man at the broken down wagon offers his help to the approaching
silverblonde gorgeousness, and will stand by to place the wheel upon the
wagon, and secure it to the axle to complete the repair; the muscle rich and
bare Toshia hesitates though. How ? could this man even expect that Toshia is
capable of producing such muscular strength; she has never seen this man
before; and he is obviously not! a mind reader, that Toshia does not believe
in anyway.

Toshia's exotic eyes flash brilliantly from wagon to woods that line the trail
just a few feet off of the trail. "What do you think we can do here?" Toshia
questions as her luscious neckloin muscles are flexing more woodsward than
wagonward; her untamed eyes as well fully concerned with the woods and not at
all with the wheelshy wagon.

"You are! the horse lady,,,right?" The man shrugs innocently; Toshia knowing
exactly what the man refers to.

Toshia will take no unnecessary chances that, from out the woods, she will be
leaped upon by whoever or whatever; this breakdown being a trap; "Two hands on
the wheel." Toshia

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insists, the man having to drop his club-sufficient tool of repair in order to
handle the wagon wheel as instructed to by the 'horse lady' of reputation.

Toshia's sensuously shapely arm muscles bulge to beauty to be beheld by these
fortunates so near; her gorgeous gam muscles just slightly astrain to assist
in her standing solidly with the heavy wagon fisted into her upholding grasp;
dancing to prominence and pride are Toshia's ridges of rigorous abdominal
muscles that flex up separately to be noticed as their task of central
powerfulness must be held firmly by the fantastic female; and Toshia does seem
to just pose there with the wagon's weight there as well; just to highlight
her fabulous figure of femaleness; Toshia's sexy stomach muscles though denied
their showing of power by her more than normally sized junglewear; a quarter
leopard's worth for this climate; a paw's worth her normal mini wear of
'g'string size, in her jungle domain.

As the man seems to fumble with his much easier share of the repair task,
Toshia glances into the bed of the wagon; a pile of burlap is moving, just
behind the driver's seat; the pile though not large enough to be hiding a
threat to Toshia as she is fully occupied with two arms to fistsful of wagon
weight. Toshia's shapely thin lips curl up warmly for a small boy that crawls
out of his sleeping place, the pile of burlap."That is okay." Toshia offers
the youngster that seems to be concerned about his weight added to the wagon
weight; Toshia's welcoming smile unto the boy, for cautiousness sake though,
she must carry away with her gorgeous face the boy still stares at; Toshia
must stay alert toward the fumbling man,,,,that 'finally!' fastens the wheel
of the wagon to the wagon's bare axle.

Toshia watches intently as the man has to take up his axle pin pounding tool
to finish the repair. 'bang-bang-bang---bang' ,,'thhhummmp' "HNNNTTT!!!!!"
Toshia, no longer needed is bludgeoned down from behind by the unwatched boy
of innocence, the wagon carries many such hammer type tools of repair, the
heaviest used by the boy to knock Toshia out; Toshia now a heap of those
gorgeous muscles loosened by the blow to her totally unsuspecting skull; face
first into the dirt of the trail; the coach driver and the passengers stunned
by what they see; the silverblonde wildwoman though stunned by what she felt,
but only for a blink of those gorgeous eyes of hers that flashed and faded at
the same instant. The flattened female figure of voluptuousness

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receives assistance now as her limp physiqueful of mighty muscles and
magnificent mammaries is jerked up by the local man to be bound by the boy
that awaits with the coarse ropes for the task.

The old driver and useless passengers can do nothing to help the beaten
silverblonde,,and they know it,,and they will risk nothing to even try.

The young boy has been taught the use of ropes and knots for tying something
securely; but never before in his very few years has his rope skills involved
tying up a woman; and never before has he seen quite so! much! of one ,down to
her bare skin; nor has he seen such smooth skin on anyone, and so deeply
darkened .

By the time awestruckness in the boy is surpassed by reality; the boy sees
that he has only the superblonde's feet to bind, his uncle has bound her hands
up tightly at the small of her muscle-rich back.

Fiddling first with the silver ankle ringing bracelet loop, to get it up more
toward the calf muscles of the woman's long luscious left leg; the boy finally
manages; after tugging these thin shapely ankle bones together, to make rope
contact with these pretty female bone joints to be tied up as tight as he can
bind them.

The boy wraps and knots and twistingly entangles the statuesque silverblonde
woman's ankles into his ropework marvel; very closely studying each knot he
cinches down under strain upon the powerful female's feet that he must keep
from separating even the slightest iota. His uncle's hairy hand reaching
through his workspace, to wrest off the solid silver ankle bracelet the jungle
woman so proudly displayed upon her sensuously perfect ankle, is the only
distraction to the boy's diligent ropemanship.

The boy finishes tying Toshia's sexy feet up; and after an inspection of his
work by his uncle, he is free to look upon this silverblonde's all; a treat
for sure for such an inexperienced youngster; "She is too pretty to be bad!"
upon the boys freed up mindful of wonderlust.

Tough as he could be in the binding of this bare woman's feet, the boy is now
super gentle with the bound blonde's super body , as he rolls Toshia over face
up; the boy just must see this rare female gorgeousness's face close up and
for as long as he wants to; and the empowered boy feels his young self
elevated in years far beyond any of his close friends; if only the young girls
he knows would grow up

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exactly like the strange jungle woman did; awestruck once more , the boy will
dare venture further toward adulthood, as his uncle whip urges the horse drawn
wagon forward and onward; never before has so much female breast roundness

been so! within reach of his investigative young hands, women and girls always
have their chests covered up.???

Just cleavage peeks of female breasts is all any boy gets at this boy's age,
outside of a snuck up upon mother of a boy child's curiosity.

As both wagon and coach are now rumbling down the trail, the wagon leading but
not at coach speed; the wide eyes of the drooly faced boy are stuck open in
stare shock; the boy knowing of the suntan lines of people that are outside
people; the huge breasted bound woman's gigantic 'boobs' have no tan line what
so ever; coaxing out of the boy a further investigation of this superbody of a
womanful of bulgy muscles.

In an 'It could have been the rough splintery wagon bed that freed the tie at
the back of the animalhide garment the ; bare anyway; muscle woman wears of
her choice, obviously; and not! me!' instant , the boy drools even moreso upon
the belly muscles of the bound jungle woman.

As deeply tanned as are her super muscles in her awesome arms and her
lusciously long legs is her stomachful of muscles; muscles not just a belly
mound????? Totally puzzling the boy. With ten mom's worth of breatage, the
silverblonde is so cuddly;; but where?? does such stomach muscles come from???

The boy ponders as he stares at Toshia's separate stomach muscle; that must
have developed ' from eating jungle animals alive and having to wrestle them
to death after swallowing them whole!!???'; under the leopard skin canopy the
boy studies indeed Toshia's womanly all; one young fingertip toying with and
teasing the pert nipple upon Toshia's upturned left field of female breast
under investigation.

Under the canopy of wild animal hide, too, glows out unto the boy's eyes, as
super sized a gem as the bound woman has breasts; Toshia's diamond necklace
now discovered by the boy; 'ttkkk' ,ripped off of Toshia's neck and pocketed
by the boy as well, very very secretly; and instantly now the leopard skin
curtain falls to closing of the ongoing 'show for the invesigator'

The boy is gifted once again as he tucks Toshia's unusually

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extra amount of body wear into an 'as it was' readjustment to disguise
perfectly his sneaked activities upon this very special 'ride to riches'; the
lump in the animal pelt, a small pouch of tiny gold nuggets; and at a fork in
the trail the wagon goes in one direction, the coach in the other; the coach
instantly back up to coach speed.

END CHAPTER TWO

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