Blaze had long since lost the ability to fight back against her merciless foe. Now, the Jungle Flame was no more than a plaything to be sadistically tormented and crushed by Suleema the Mistress of Sheik Yusef's Harem. Bewildered by this terrible defeat, Blaze found herself at the mercy of Suleema. The Harem Mistress wrapped her sturdy leg around Blaze's white throat, and locked her in a deadly neck scissors that choked the breath from Blaze's bountifully up-surging bosom.

At first, Blaze, struggled mightily, as she would against the coils of a jungle python, but Suleema relentlessly tightened the choking scissors hold until the huge redhead's desperate, frantic struggles completely subsided.

When Suleema finally released her, Blaze gagging and choking, could scarcely move. Wily Suleema was well aware, from long experience, that her foe's resistance was at an end. This fight, if one could call so one-sided a beating a fight, was over!

Though she had decisively beaten the mighty Flame of the Jungle, Suleema was not done yet. Now, she would establish unquestioned dominance over the other woman. She would teach the fiery Jungle Queen the terrible folly of challenging her authority; Blaze would never dare such insolence, again. Cunning Suleema knew the best ways to break a defeated woman's spirit, even so proud a spirit as that of a Queen of the Jungle. The Harem Mistress mounted Blaze's prone, helpless body. Blaze looked up at the dreadful woman, terror dawning in her wide, blue eyes.

Suleema raised her hand as though to strike the helpless Blaze in the face. The Jungle Queen steeled herself fearfully, but instead, Suleema caressed her face. The caress was more intimidating than a slap.

Without further ado, Suleema settled her crotch down on Blaze's face. The cruel Harem Mistress pleasurably rubbed her genitals against Blaze's stunningly captivating features, as though marking her ownership of the proud, jungle beauty. Blaze was overcome by sickening disgust, but stripped of strength and courage by the brutal beating, there was nothing she could do to protect herself from the outrageous physical insult. Crafty Suleema well knew the vicious act would teach due deference to the authority of the Harem Mistress.

Satiated, by her indulgence, Suleema rose from Blaze's ripe, voluptuous form. Then, with no more than a harsh gesture of her hand, she directed the once fiery Flame of the Jungle to stay as she was. Blaze obediently lay unmoving, paralyzed by dread of Suleema, even as the Harem Mistress turned and sat down  her head.

Suleema's large, fleshy, bottom cheeks engulfed her face, but Blaze, whimpering in shamed despair, endured the humiliating near suffocation in craven submission to the cruel, intimidating Harem Mistress.

Suleema wriggled around, gloatingly grinding her large, smothering behind against Blaze's exquisite face, driving home her cruel, forceful dominance with a vengeance.

Suleema concluded Blaze's cruel lesson in obedience, by pulling the cowed woman to her feet by the hair, and administering a blistering spanking to her bare behind, holding her in a demeaning posture that emphasized the humiliation.

Suleema's hard, callused hand was as painfully effective as a wooden paddle. Blaze howled in distress, as the burning searing pain in her luscious bottom cheeks brought tears to her large, blue eyes.

Suleema relentlessly smacked Blaze's broad bottom, until the helpless redhead was dangling limply from her strong arm, and snuffling in misery. By now, the color of Blaze's delectable bottom matched her fiery hair.

Suleema grinned maliciously, as Blaze, with tears streaming down her face, gingerly examined the damage to her magnificent derrière.

Confident that the proud, obstinate red-haired beauty had learned obedience, Suleema grabbed Blaze's arm and twisted it behind her back, then forced the tearful, bedraggled, hapless Flame of the Jungle back into the presence of the Sheik. Suleema knew force was scarcely necessary, as the well chastened Jungle Queen would unquestionably obey all her orders from now on, but she liked to put on a good show, to impress the old man. It was never a good idea to make her job look too easy.

Suleema contemptuously flung the proud Flame of the Jungle down on her knees before her Master. At a touch of Suleema's hand to her shoulder, Blaze made no move to rise, but remained humbly on her knees, neck bent in submission.

Then, a teary eyed, woebegone Jungle Queen diligently carried out her duties as a humble harem concubine, under the stern eye of The Mistress of the Harem.