Queen from the jungle
BY BANDIT
CHAPTER 3


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The rickety wagon rumbles to a halt in front of a crumbling stone structure;
an ancient fortress in ruin, where builders of their new dwellings gather
great stones for their constructions; the very richest boy in the kingdom
totally silent, but assists in the offloading of the near naked woman from the
tropics, obviously; more obviously to the boy that has indeed seen Toshia's
entirety; fully investigated by the inquisitive youngster.

Toshia's now loose garment, a slice of leopard skin hide; not even noticed by
the boy's uncle, that takes the entire offloading into his strong hands and
arms; the limp and bound silverblonde bitch that defeated the village's
strongest man; crippling him in the process; the man never again to be the
same; the silverblonde bitch will never be the same either when the friends of
the defeated are through with her.

Above ground, yes, this old fortress is nearly a total ruin; but beneath the
piles of crumbled wall stones, exists an untouched cellarful of catacombs and
chambers; some chambers still partially filled with wine; others with nothing,
but one very special chamber remains intact; the torture chamber; it's tools
of torture, cold but totally preserved.

Some men have made a secret lodge of this perfect place; the boy's uncle
included in those founders, finders of the wine rich cellars known only to the
men of the secret lodge. This 'females forbidden' , 'men only' hideaway
welcomes though this very special female wild thing being carried in; a large
hound dog sniffing the strange fragrance that passes by his snoot, Toshia's
jungle flower body bathing oils.

The boy races ahead; knowing which chamber the bare lady will be taken to; the
boy has the squeaky hinges on this rarely opened chamber echoing an age hushed
sound into the catacombs; these narrowways partially overgrown with moss and
vines that have creeped downward from the now openness above through the
passing years. Most of the ceilings here have been reconstructed by the lodge
members to keep out the severe weather, when indeed it does turn severe.

Reconstruction of the heavy wooden rack, by the members, will keep them
joyously occupied in the very near future, which begins in a few hours when
the members meet. The main drinkage hole, the inn; where these men go mainly
for the female companionship they forbid here, will suffer the loss of
business; the wine supply here though is quite abundant.

Toshia is dropped upon the torture chamber's rugged stone floor; her shapely
muscles and mammaries yielding to the conscious world and its extreme hardness
of solid stone versus the mightiest of female muscles and mammaries in the
unconscious realm; the anxious to exit boy already with a selection of chains
for the man mauling naked ladyful of wagon lifting muscles.

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The boys uncle looks over the array of chains that dangle from everywhere in
this pain chamber; these wrist and ankle binders of solid steel a bit of a
large circumference to fasten down tight upon the to be punished bitch's
powerful wrists and sexy ankles of slenderness to the bones.

Looking over once again the body beautiful in rope bondage upon the torture
chamber floor; the ropes are so wrapped and abundant upon the super bitch's
wrists and sensuous ankles, that the steel manacles will snug up upon her
limbs above the ropefest the bitch lies bound within already; collared and
chained to the stone wall the bitch can flex all the great muscles she has,
but escape as collared and chained will be impossible.

Fastening Toshia's above rope ankles and wrists in the added steel restraints
in a squeaky snap that removes many years of rust, the bound Toshia is also
chained up; the up portion of her sadistic chaining the fastening of her thick
steel collar to the chamber wall; the boy assisting in wrestling Toshia's
voluptuous breast and brawn rich body to a standing slump at the chamber wall;
the loose enough steel collar will allow her to breathe but not very
comfortably until she regains consciousness,,whenever?; hopefully for evil, by
the onset of the meeting to come.

The scrumptious Toshia now dangles loosely from her sensuous neckloins to the
tips of her lusciously long and gorgeous toes that barely make contact with
the rugged stones of the chamber floor; a bold rodent already at those human
'toes to eat'; only the distant ancestors of this huge rodent knowing of those
bygone days of glory in this now crumbled stone fortress; starvation has
brought this rodent out of hiding, it's ancestors indeed enjoyed human flesh
in chains to devour at will. they were fed roasted scraps of human bodies that
the royal pets were too filled to eat.

The richest boy in the kingdom will walk home from here, and is excused by his
uncle to do so; the boy having done his job well in knocking out the
silverblonde superwoman from his hiding place in the wagon. Locating now a
steel gagging device, the man thoroughly enjoys his power to gag the goddess
of a body beautiful bitchful of mighty muscles and magnificent mammaries; the
fastening of this rusted device into the bitch's cocky mouthful of silence is
a drool causing event for this man so empowered. 'chhank' The mouthfilling
steel silence enforcement inspected for rightness of hold gives the superbitch
a forced meal of rust dust and desert of forever steel to bite down upon when
she comes to.

The awesomely gorgeous silverblonde femaleful of those mighty muscles and
mountainous mammaries looks so innocent in chains; especially so konked out
cold and expressionless in total silence. But,

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the man sneers out to his chained capture, "You're going to get yours! Bitch!!
" the man knowing fulwell that only the rapidly assembling rodents hear his
dominant words; and their nibbles upon the supersexy bitch are welcomed by the
captor of Toshia of the Jungle; the queen from that jungle.

Looking back into the chamber, the man smiles droolingly for these next few
hours to assemble the sadistic members of the lodge, to pass by quickly; a
very special glare at all of those rusty steel; torture implements he adds as
he ponders exactly what will be needed to reconstruct the old wooden rack;
soon to be filled with screaming silverblonde supersexy bitch.

In the dungeon dismalness the evil man is able to exit at will; Toshia dangles
tied up and chained as well, and collared up against the ancient stone wall.

"nnnnnNNNNNN!" Toshia eeks out almost immediately after her captor exits the
torture chamber; active for the first time in possibly centuries; Toshia's
sexy feet and luscious toes being leaped upon now that the a moving human
presence has departed . Toshia deals with this all too familiar situation; her
being chained up in a dungeon's torture chamber; having to tighten up her
every scrumptious neck muscle. Toshia launches her sexy feetful of ropes and
chains and manacles and rodents, out forward , her powerful stomach muscles
retrieving her gorgeous thrust out gams like a living bullwhip sending the
rodents across the chamber; upon their own now they vacate the chamber in a
scurry of fearfulness.

From their tiny hideaway holes the rodents peer out into the chamberful of
fleshy food of human meat; that meat however moves and is quite large in
comparison even to the great numbers of starved rodents that stand by for
stillness once again in the chamber.

"mHHHHH!" Toshia fidgets to gain a full knowledge of just how evil hands have
her tied up and chained up as well here in this whereverness just unfilled of
meat seeking rodents. Breathing to Toshia is her main strength draining
problem; the steel collar now totally menacing; not however to be outdone in
the realm of torture is Toshia's mouth and throat filling steel gagging
device. This tongue depriving tool of torture, Toshia garbles out into
cursingly,,,"DOUBLE FUCK!!!!!" her slobberfest of mutilated words a stress
relief at best, the ooky goosh that got out of Toshia's lungs and through the
steel gagging device just a noisy river of drivel.

"nnnnHHHHHHHHHH!!!" Toshia strains a backward glance at her heavy collar
chain; fastened to the stone wall, up and out of any possible
reach;,,,,,,except???????????

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Two gorgeous globes of grandeur in aquablue brilliance lead the way up the
chainlinks of the leashing hold upon Toshia's head carrying neckful now, of
aches and stressed pains and agonies. Although the chain is lengthy, its
fastened heighth upon the stone wall prevents Toshia from getting away from
the wall what so ever,,,at floor level. Toshia's enormous breasts are strained
forward and downward toward the chamber floor in a backward arching of her
shoulders to gain as many inches as possible backwards and up upon the stone
wall; Toshia's leopard pelt mini jungle wear burdened heavily by her great
breast poundage dropping down into its looseness and tightening up the
looseness in the mini garment that the boy's untying it at Toshia's back made
in its intentional hip hugging snug fit.

"mmmnnnnNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN!!!!" Toshia s-t-r-a-i-n-s her roped and chained
wrists up the stone wall's jagged surface, r-e-a-c---h---i---n---g for the
fastening lockdown device that indeed fastens her to the wall is a muscle
disadvantaging position of total awkwardness; this end of the leashing chain's
hookup possible,,,,,at her steel collar, impossible to get her mighty and
eager fingers upon.

Toshia cannot reach backwards by and s-t-r-e-t-c-h of her bone racked body ,
enough to reach the chain to steel anchoring loop attaching mechanism;
instinctively and instantly though Toshia's powerful fistfuls of chain mauling
fingers clamp down upon the taut choker chain; Toshia now finger marches her
physical prowess link by link up enough of the chain to reach the steel
locking mechanism, each link like a rung in a ladder. 'rrrrrrrreeeeeekkkkk'
The device s-e-p-a-r-a-t-e-s ever so slowly, as Toshia's mighty muscles
designate it to do. Toshia not knowing the whereabouts of those that have tied
and chained her, wants to make as silent an escape from the wall as possible;
Toshia forbidding a chain clashing to the chamber's stone floor.

As silent as a cat, Toshia drops her rope and chainbound bodyful of mighty
muscles and magnificent mammaries to the chamber floor; where she knows , in
time, she can defeat the ropes and chains that bind her; time though perhaps
of the essence. Toshia sexy muscles, not needing any reverification of their
majesticness will allow Toshia's useage of some very quick methods of rope
ripping by slice, and chain breaking by bar; Toshia hobbling to a wall, table
and benchful of steel torture instruments quickly slices through her rope
bindingsand pries off the heavy burdensome and limb restricting chains of
evil.

Toshia mini strains her beautiful bicep muscles in a behind her back retying
of her now empty leopardskin mini jungle garment; these gorgeous female bulges
of brawn eager now to kill; Toshia, in her easy escape now, finds nothing but
a few scattered rodents about the very quite stone undergrounds.

Back out into the open air, Toshia breathes loudly a sigh of total relief as
she e-x-e-r-c-i-s-e-s in s-t-r-e-t-c-h-i-n-g muscle

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magnificence, her perfect female physiqueful of man killing muscles and
luringly lusciousness global sized breasts that will draw a man to his death,
and has many many times; Toshia will give of her richly endowed and enhanced
womanly beauty and charm,,,,,but to take take this from Toshia is to die soon
afterward.

Toshia makes her way to a nearby farmhouse; she must find out exactly where
she is in the midday sun.

Toshia's out of nowhere presence startles an old farm woman at work outside
her house; Toshia's partially covered frontal womanness that strains a tied on
animal hide though soon accepted into the safe zone of the old woman's blood
pressure. Invited into the dwelling, Toshia.s hind bareness seen in transit, a
held back blood surge for the old woman. Even though the bare and brazen
female stranger is thoroughly muscled to the power of the gods, her baby faced
innocence prevails.

The instant Toshia enters the doorway of the house, a small boy tries exit
ever more quickly than Toshia enters; the boy tripping a falling on the floor
planks of the house.

The old woman, the boy's grandmother quick to aid the shouldn't be wounded
boy; the boy's upper right leg bleeding, the floor flat, but not so his
pocket, it bulges..

The boy, very uncharacteristically battles at his grandmother, not wanting her
to see exactly what injured the boy; Toshia is there as well, with a wrinkled
brow of thought in memory.

Toshia recognizes the boy as the sneaky culprit that knocked her unwariness
out from up in the bed of the wagon, as Toshia turned her mental and visual
focus back toward the man that drove the broken down wagon.

As the grandmother's stare dominates, the boy surrenders the tool of injury
from out of his pocket ,shocking both the grandmother and Toshia; that tool,
Toshia's huge diamond necklace; the boy,,'caught', surrenders too his other
pocketful of tiny gold nuggets in an animal hide pouch type sack; Toshia
though not claiming these as yet as hers.

The now freely admitting boy tells all; he definitely doesn't want that!
silverblonde ghostly powered woman to hurt him for what he has done; his uncle
hashed into his admittance of guilt; the uncle's doing all the way.

The treasure returning boy is offered treatment first by that! ghostly
powerful young woman that he tied up not too long ago; and watched as his
uncle chained her to the stone wall of the dungeon secrecy amongst men of the
village and surrounding countryside. Every lodge secret that the boy knows of
is Toshia's and the boy's grandmother's as well, the boy confessing all that
he truly knows; his eyes still wide in fear of that! ghostly powerful woman.

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Toshia asks for no more of a belonging return from the boy; he has
obviously admitted truthfully to all he knows and has done. The boy asks out
now, one thing; and as Toshia peers into the boy's eyes with a slight
warmishness tarnished into her exotic eyes: "Please don't hurt Uncle Reeko!"
the boy pleads; the grandmother not fully sure just how powerful this young
wild woman can be.

END CHAPTER 3