Queen From The Jungle   Chapter 4 18
By Bandit



Toshia knows that to return to that place underground will result in many
deaths to this area's population; she will be slaughtering many faces she has
never seen before when the only actual pain caused her came from this small
boy's bashing of her skull from behind. The boy was obviously doing as his
uncle told him to; the uncle acting for the huge man that she had crushed the
hand of. No real good what so ever could develop out of her revengeful return
to those men's secret place: Toshia awards the boy a gold nugget for his
telling her all that he knew of the plans of his uncle's group of men.

Although Toshia has no actual time table in her travels here, she is soon
again on her way to her original destination.

With a population of zero in trustworthiness Toshia will make her way further
in semi jungle style; afoot and no vineway in the sky to speed her along; in
fact Toshia sees just a tree here and a tree there, short stubby things
compared to her tall jungle trees; this terrain common to Toshia, now that she
has made many such journeys into these strange lands for things her people
need in the primitive jungle.

Toshia makes many glances at her too bare left ankle, her solid silver anklet
loop, as the boy told of, in the hands of the boy's evil doing uncle Reeko;
but Toshia has been without it! and a lot more, many times before. Toshia will
keep astride near the coach trail, directions here under the overcast sky are
an as the trail winds toward the next village. Toshia does stride her long
luscious legs along this back and forth trailway, that her most dense jungle
lacks completely; the jungle of home fully overgrown with plantlife; Toshia
pondering the making of travel ways for her people, through her vast jungle
domain, that would get travelers from here to there much faster. "No way!"
Toshia blasts her very own thoughts aloud; Toshia getting awakened to the fact
the fast travel routes through her jungle would equal or out do her secret
vineway for speed, and no one or nothing will surpass the speed of Toshia in
her jungle domain: fact and end of thoughts in that direction.

Over the crest of a long rise Toshia sees up ahead, what she has been told of
many times in lands like these; three men known to these people as highwaymen,
and a stopped coach heading her way. Evil here to Toshia is the very same as
evil in her jungle domain, wrong is wrong all day long. Toshia knows too the
value of her scrumptious body to both men of good and these men of evil;
Toshia increasing her pace to be seen obviously by these roadway raiders. The
fact that Toshia is afoot will catch these men's attention; her leopard skin
frontal only jungle wear will reveal that indeed she is not! a native of this
land; her gorgeousness will halt these men after they rob the people of this
coach. What indeed do these men have to fear from a lone and ignorant
traveler; afoot meaning penniless.

Toshia is not noticed until she nears the stopped coach; her jungle ignorance
fully exposed as she approaches the scene; Toshia appears to be fully unaware
and unconcerned about the goings on, totally ignorant of these happenings; on
the minds of evil however; they, as does the spider, welcome the fly into the
spider's web. Toshia's purposely fully exposed great diamond gem the totally
convincing flashing of far greater wealth for the taking unto these men of
evil.

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Still mounted on horseback these three men are engulfed with sexual energies a
total priority. Time is not of the essence, the royal patrolling of this
trail, a twice a day uselessness of law and order; the law here as evil as
evil itself.

Toshia, still pretending to be oblivious of these goings on, leaps up upon the
driver's box as if to ask a traveler's question of the driver of the coach;
the awesome stare of power in her gorgeous globes of grandeur in aquablue
brilliance however, tell secretly that she indeed knows all of what is going
on here.

The frontal acceptance of this overly gorgeous silverblonde's choice of
garment is crushed out by the supersexy thing's hind loin exposure of total
fullness; Toshia's shapely buttloins heating up the men's minds of sexual
delights soon to be theirs; the silverblonde truly the most gorgeous female
ever to be seen in this land; the men drooling at the enormous breast weight's
full roundness tightening down upon this very skimpy strangewear's rear mini
portions; Toshia's jungle too much, here not enough, tied on leopard skin
outfit clenching onto her muscularly fantastic butt lobes in equaling the
frontal dropping pressure of her mountainous breasts into the skimpy skirt
type tidbit of wardrobe.

The driver of the coach trembles in fear no more as those huge female breasts
dangle in a swaying dance for his eyes only; the highway robbery mammaried out
of his masculine mindful of real worldly values; his entire coachful of gold
would fade to insignificance compared to those delicious female melons, he
will never forget having at least seen; the driver finally able to see
Toshia's determined faceful of female fury. Judging from the nearly crushed
sideboards of the driver's box, in the clutches of this exotically rare
beauty's fisting fingers; the driver begins to pity the three highwaymen.
Having just learned of a horse lifting female; her muscles naked unto the
world, two silverblondes of such gorgeousness cannot be an invasion of the
kingdom, certainly there must be just one ,,,that is fracturing the sideboards
of his coach's driver's box, right here and right now. The driver remembers
being told too, that male boisterousness and ego, just yesterday, in the next
village on the coach line in his direction, cost a man a totally fractured
hand. 'Punishment equaling the crime!' in the driver's thoughts ; 'These men
are dead." He mumbles to himself as he enjoys the view from the driver's box
out toward the landscape that is blocked off by the presence of the awesome
young woman with silverblonde hair and that fantastic female figureful of
proven mighty muscles and perfectly magnificent mammaries.

Toshia has the driver point out like he is giving her directions, theoff trail
route pointed out supposed to be the most direct for a traveler afoot. "Thank!
you." Toshia offers with a warm smile unto the driver; leaping back down onto
the coach trail; the driver feeling yet more sorry for these three highwaymen
now, the finger carved sideboard he stares at in awe , Toshia has left her
mark of superhuman strength deeply into; her eager fingers gouging out chunks
of hardwood; a 'she was on my coach!' proof in any pub for the later telling
of this most special event in the driver's usually boring lifestyle.

'The kill.the kill!!!!' The driver awaits with a passion the fabulous female
figure's next move; it is obvious that these three men are not aware of the
horse lifting muscle woman's muscle madness of the past day or so; and if they
were hold up in obscurity while news in the kingdom spread like wildfire, they
will be sent to the total obscurity of death as the evil highwaymen they are,
their lives of whatever else will die here on the coach trail.

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Toshia is very swiftly off upon her fake journey; Toshia not looking back as
if she had any concern about the goings on at the coach; her plan though is to
lure the three men her way ; get them to dismount; rid the face of the Earth
of their living presence; and return the taken belongs of those innocent
people in the coach.

Toshia continues to stride on knowing that these men, when finished at the
coach, will ride her way very swiftly; the horses' pounding hooves will let a
not looking Toshia know exactly when; that when however is now.

Toshia is instantly surrounded by three seemingly very long and tall horses
with three men of evil sitting atop those , pretty horses, to Toshia. Toshia's
huge jungle crude blade of steel flashes out just as instantly as the men get
their mounts to settle to stillness after their brief and swift gallop.

In Toshia's favor, men will be men; and none of these evil men want to be last
out of the saddle, or left sitting in the saddle when a comrade snatches a
hold onto the brave silverblonde naked female stranger that brandishes her
weapon intended, obviously, for self protection; the men eyeballing the
fantastic female figureful of quite extraordinary muscle and mammary
development; this silverblonde for sure not a physique nurtured by the chores
of a house wife; not an ounce of flab from sitting more than standing on this
supersexy young wild looking thing about to receive a lesson in male
dominance.

One man very slowly extracts his long long sword from its scabbard tauntingly;
he removes it only the length he estimates the silverblonde's blade of female
protection to be; making sure to make full eye contact with this gorgeous
young woman he would rather own than hack up into pieces due to her arrogant
female ego and stubbornness.

Enjoying this taunting session before sexual intercourse, the two bystanding
males watch droolingly as now out, and out and out the long steel sword is
brandished in comparison to the now tiny looking steel crudeness the breasty
bitch still waves proudly and in all three directions, giving each man a very
good look at this curvaceous braveness of female's intended stabbing tool of
standoff.

"Surrender and be spared your life!" The sword bearer sneers out gloatingly as
he waves his longer than long sword in purposely intended innocent swipes not
directed at Toshia.

"Live as what? your fuck slave!?" Toshia blasts back shockingly, her baby face
of total innocence could never have snapped such words; words of a fully
experienced barmaid or barfly.

"What do you intend to do with that teeny thing, egobitch!?" The sword wielder
snaps out to amuse the male threesome; the silverblonde's blade soon to be in
the hands of the men; while on the coach trail the coach remains; the driver
has informed all of his passengers of the naked silverblonde superwoman's plan
to return with their stolen items.

"Feed!! You." Toshia lashes out,'thhhupppp' her blade indeed super quickly
lodged in the dying man's stomach; Toshia's super quickness as well snatching
that man's long sword before his dying hand drops it to the earth.
"Heeeeaaaaahhhhhh!!!!" Toshia bites out in grimaced female fury as
'sllaassshhh-sllaassshhh' her now sword filled right hand underhandedly
uppercuts to lop another evil man's head off and in the returning backhanded
swing lops the last evil man's head off; 3 seconds; three dead men.

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Toshia waves with the totally bloody sword, the driver over toward the death
scene, that the driver's and passengers' eyes will never believe they saw.
Toshia makes a selection of a horse to desaddle and claim as hers while the
driver and passengers close in to claim their belongings; that gorgeous baby
faced silverblonde however looks to these people now to be a lot older and far
more experienced in worldly ways than she did just seconds ago; all of these
people giving the death dealing naked muscle filled woman a wide birth and no
words of any sort can they think of to say, except quivery thank yous emitted
from their still attached throat's vocal cords.

In Toshia's almost witch like wake the driver and passengers retake their
belongings; and in their fearful wake; two peasants that cannot believe their
eyes either, partake of the weapons and boots and all that they can use from
the death scene; both fearful of picking up the blood drenched sword that that
awesome female dropped in exchange for reclaiming her jungle crude steel
blade. The peasants take a long long look around the countryside before taking
possession of two horses and three saddles; but off they ride upon those two
gift horses. Local legend will soon have half the king's army slain by a lone
silverblonde female that used the king's weapons of rule upon his very own men
chosen to wield these weapons.

Toshia makes her way upon horseback along the coach trail in no particular
hurry; and come dusk ,Toshia rests the horse by getting off of its back;
Toshia now striding alongside the animal being admired and studied by the
Queen from the Jungle; Toshia's jungle indeed very scarce on these magnificent
man carrying animals.

At this snail's pace of progress on the coach trail, it is very easy to spot a
partially dirt covered rope that seems to cross the entire trail; Toshia's
gorgeous globes of grandeur in aquablue brilliance flashing out to see that in
fact the rope not only crosses over the entire trail, but it climbs up to
lower tree branches on both sides of the trail; Toshia knows too why. This is
a method used to rip a rider off of a galloping horse when the rope is pulled
from both ends; Toshia seeing that neither end is tied to the tree limb that
will raise the rope to that limbs level across the trail. Toshia has seen a
one sided method as well, one person having to tug upon the rope, the tree
limb that person's partner in evil; here there are two or more involved;
Toshia , afoot by resting the horse cannot fall prey to this trap; both she
and these whoevers know it. Both Toshia and evil here know too that Toshia is
alone and afoot; only the two evil doers know the correct odds; but they know
that by the time they could rush out of their hiding places to seize the
silverblonde prize, that she could mount up and be gone. The culprits know too
now, that the magnificently muscled female figure out there on the coach trail
has spotted their trap; Toshia yanking the rope up out of the dirt to expose
it.

In shock the hiding men watch as the muscle rich gorgeousness in a female
physiqueful of the most prominent and perfectly shaped breasts ever seen by
their evil eyes is fisting up upon the rope, fist to fist at her thumbs; and
as a kindling twig could be snapped into halves, likewise is the fate of the
long long trapping rope; femininely gorgeous were those powerpacked looking
arm muscles that could be put to work by an owner of this supersexy woman; but
those now well proven sinews of strength and sisterhood would have to be
placed in very chains to control; the super body of the young bitch, bull
whipped perhaps to get its full

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attention in the world of man; how much? of the world of man though would it
take to capture this rarest of rare female specimens of such sexually
stimulating curves and contours; both sides of the trail knowing fulwell that
they haven't the means to capture this rope shredding silverblonde.

"Toshia is going through now!!" Toshia shouts out to make sure that these evil
lurkers now get their evil ears full of Toshia's dominance ; they have already
gotten their obviously frearful eyes full.

The men do continue to hide away from this obvious traveler through their evil
but weak domain; once again mounted the gorgeous gams of the silverblonde urge
her mount forward by fidgeting her luscious loins of prime butt meat upon the
saddleless horse's back bones. Fearless and all too powerful is the totally
dominant demoness that will not ride away in haste, but has her mount moving
slowly on down the coach trail.

At a safe distance between the 2 men and the killer looking female of 200
yards, the men scramble back onto the trail to tie a knot in their trapping
rope and to recover it with dirt to await the next dusk traveling whoever,
that may not be as lucky as the passing silverblonde stranger.

With the eyesight of an eagle, Toshia looks back and captures the men in her
powerful stare of concern; Toshia scolding herself for the oversight; she
knows the men are tying their rope back together and setting their trap for
the next passer by, that perhaps will not! get by as Toshia just has; Toshia
urging her horse back to the scene; the scattering men leaving their rope
behind. Toshia will claim this rope now and give it to a farmer or someone
that will put it to a use other than this.

To well into the night Toshia travels slowly along the trail, sometimes afoot,
Toshia having no idea of how much rest she must give her 'very loveable
horse'.

Although she knows that the animal cannot chat with her, it does have two
pretty ears to listen to her, and Toshia chats endlessly with her newfound
companion in this strange, kingdom she has been told, this kingdom that
overflows of evil; but Toshia must pass through it.

A lonely trail side inn Toshia can see up ahead, a place of rest and food for
both Toshia and her companion.

"You wait right here." Toshia insists aloud of her mount, as she will enter
the very dimly lit inn; if in fact it is still open for travelers; and it is.
Toshia eases through the inn's front door. An eerie sight Toshia knows that
she must be in her mini jungle wear and a long long coil of rope looped over
her shoulder, only. she knowing that the rope is a gift for whoever wants it.

The inn is gloomy and totally quiet, no one about except the innkeeper and the
obvious cook, or innkeeper's wife or whatever the woman three times Toshia's
size truly is, with a grease filled apron and its extra lengths of tie on cord
tested to the fullest with two hundred stomach pounds rolling about within the
apron strings.

"Food and a place to sleep.?" Toshia smiles out warmly unto these strangers
that probably own and run this remote trail side inn, and are obviously still
in a state of shock from what they see Toshia offering up the rope onto the
inn's register counter as a free gift with a minimal explanation of
possession. "And my horse??" Toshia asks for food and a place for it to be
safely sheltered for the night, after being fed its full with water available
as well.

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Accepted as a guest for the night, after paying up with a tiny gold bit in
advance, as all inns require; Toshia will feed her mount; the innkeeper
shaking his head at the fact that Toshia cannot sign the inn's register; the
man inscribing Toshia in a spelling that Toshia was taught a long time ago,
but is totally unsure of now.

Toshia sees that the really big and fat woman has vanished; and hopes that
that woman will not fix Toshia a meal and then eat it long before Toshia can
feed and water her newfound animal friend; Toshia once again filling the ears
of her horse with chat as she leads it to what she was told are the 'stalls'
out back of the inn.

In the stable Toshia sees another gorgeous horse, its saddle resting upon the
fence like railing next to that stall; Toshia will just have to give that
horse too her very warm womanly caressing of caring and loving; these
fantastic animals so seldomly seen in Toshia's jungle domain are treasures to
behold, when Toshia can take the time to do nothing but that. "These poor
things, have to carry those evil men's asses ,,every!where!" She snarls out
under her breath , a protest that could not be subdued by the angered Toshia
of the Jungle. Toshia loathing as well the fact that so many of these great
animals of forced labor unto man, are slaughtered in battle along with the men
that force them into a major battle by riding them to the animal's death.

Toshia however does notice that here in the place with a roof, feed for the
animals is nearly everpresent, she does not have to find the food about to
feed her companion, it is all right there for it; water as well, in a long
thing that Toshia can vaguely remember from her previous travels in these
advanced cultures; Toshia though, to be sure that the water is fresh and
clean.

"Is every thing okay?" Toshia hears the huge woman ask from behind Toshia;
Toshia's turning of her gorgeous face around to tell the woman that everything
is just fine; Toshia amazed at the comforts given the animals here;
'crrrrunchh' "AAAAAWWWKKKKKKKKKKK" Toshia is fisted by the huge woman directly
uppercutting Toshia's now aching chin bones that seem to be rattling around
trying exit through Toshia's ear channels; Toshia's reeling globes of grandeur
in aquablue brilliane flashing roofward in a rapid partial seeing of that area
of the stable; Toshia's limply backward dropping arms, in trying to fist up an
instant counter attack are corralled by her horse's long body on one side and
the wooden fence like stall separator on the other. The 400 pound punching
woman's powerfulness Toshia is not surprised by at all; but as Toshia's driven
back bodyful of mighty muscles and magnificent mammaries gets wedged directed
to the stable's planked floor; "HHHHLLLLLL!!!!!!" Toshia has extracted from
her grunting vocal cords as her totally flexed into a getting up stomach
muscle loins are greeted to a leaped upon 400 plus pounds of evil fat bitch;
the woman's held together feet nearly driving Toshia's navel out her anal
channel; the pressure automatically folding Toshia's body into an upward surge
of both her gorgeous gams and her grimaced faceful of shock; all but Toshia's
leaped upon and pinned down stomach muscles are in an opposite reaction to the
viciously applied poundage that has befallen Toshia's scrumptious female body.
Toshia's right fist of counterattacking revenge is hampered by the tightness
of the stall's separating

tool and gadget filled fencelike woodenness; a left fisted counterattack would
be hindered in having to lift the now very uneasy horse up out of the path
Toshia would have to send her punch's greeting unto that fat face that stares
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her. 'crrrrrrrunchhhhh' "HHLLTT!!!!!!' Toshia suffers a second stomach muscle
attack as the huge woman leaps up and drops back down upon the now hapless
Toshia of the Jungle with a pitiful stare of blankness is her exotic eyesful
of deflated power. This forced upsurge of Toshia's gorgeous head so thickly
full of long lustrous hair is clawed into by the huge woman's hatefilled fist
and with 400 plus pounds of pull jerks the Queen from the Jungle's face on a
direct crash course with the woman's already on its way free fist;
'cccrrrrrunchhh' "Lllkkk" Toshia is punched out cold in a brief flexing of her
entirety the lurches to total limpness at the feet of the huge and hateful and
sadistic woman.

"nnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn" The thoroughly beaten Toshia stirs as she about to do
a second battle in this trailside placeful of evilness; the totally
experienced Toshia, a dungeon flower so many times before in her young
lifetime, expects exactly what she awakens unto very very painfully in
struggled for levels of awareness that is still overclouded from jumbled
brainwaves to strained stretchings out of her once powerful
fingers,,,,,,,behind her back at the small of her back, her hands very
adequately tied up at her ropefilled wrists; her bicep muscles strain for
freedom as well under a severe biting back of the ropes that bind these
beauties; knee cap to knee cap, ankle bones to ankle bones, and a squashed
upon vagina, and without having to look Toshia knows , as her shapely gam
muscles at her thighs are trenched into by ropes galore, that she has been
thoroughly trussed up in coarse flesh nibbling ropes of evil; wrist bound,
thigh bound, knee bound and ankle bound to probably all the pull and tug
tightness that 400 pound fat bitch could get knotted into these unbearable
ropes; 'Bastards! Buzzards and Bitches!!!!' On Toshia's mindful of revenge,
but gagged as she is, again to all the tightness that fat bitch could strain
to get of her binding of Toshia spree; "MMMHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!" Toshia
can but wheeze out in woe.

End chapter 4