WARNING:
This story contains graphic violence, nudity, rape and other non-consensual
sexual acts.
It is most definitely intended for, and should only be read by, mature
adults, over the age of twenty one.
Jungle Harem Part
3. By GW
(gwalb@nycap.rr.com or
gwalb@yahoo.com)
Suleema
secured her defeated, degraded prisoner
for the night, staking her out on a nest of savage fire ants.
Next morning Suleema, produced
chains from her satchel to bind her prisoner. She gagged her mouth as
well.
"I'm sick of listening
to your
cowardly whining! It kept me awake half the night!" She sneered.
Picking up a stout
stick, Suleema
proceeded to drive Blaze back the way she had come, back to hateful
captivity, and back to Yusef's depraved, sexual demands. Tears streaming down
her face, Blaze miserably obeyed. They had not gone far, when
Blaze, her eyes blurred by her copious tears, stumbled.
That morning, Queen Afrique set
out, unarmed and without her retinue of warriors, to
personally thank Blaze for dealing with the deadly
crocodile.
It was just at the
moment that Blaze stumbled, that
Afrique encountered a
spectacle that was to her unbelievable. The mighty Flame of the Jungle
crouched on her knees, a cowed, bound prisoner, cringing in fear of
being
beaten.
Afrique angrily confronted the
vicious harem mistress, hardly able to believe that any being could
have enslaved, and terrorized the fierce Guardian of the Jungle.
Trembling in misery,
Blaze felt a thrill of hope. Her good
friend Queen Afrique was the mightiest wrestler and warrior in all the
jungle. As Blaze tamed the beasts of the jungle, Afrique had tamed the
mightiest warriors of her tribe. Blaze, herself, had lost more than one
fall to mighty Afrique, in friendly wrestling contests. None dared
dispute the Queen; her word, or glance, was law throughout the jungle!
Surely, she could not be intimidated by the vicious harem mistress.
Queen
Afrique would not let her friend be led back into hellish
concubinage.
Yet, when the furious
Afrique
angrily blocked her path, Suleema, seeing a fight was inevitable,
struck first, with all her
usual savage cunning. A crotch punch was always her favorite means to
establish her dominance early in a fight.
Mighty Afrique, trembling in pain, doubled over, vulnerably.
Now it was Afrique's turn to
learn the deadly power of Suleema's fists
and feet.
The invincible Queen never
encountered such damaging savagery
from any foe; pain filled her enormous breast with reckless fury.
The always cool headed harem
mistress was adept at arousing
uncontrollable fury in a foe, and then channeling that fury to her
advantage.
Afrique desperately sought to
crawl clear of Suleema's deadly attack, and regain her feet. In doing
so, she vulnerably exposed her massive, shapely backside.
No one had ever kicked the
regal Afrique in the behind, in her
entire
life! Who would dare? She jumped up indignantly. Although the mighty jungle
ruler, had no thought but punishing the rash
interloper, Suleema,
fearing her foe might
be trying to escape, grabbed at her catching hold of her
loin cloth.
As Afrique wheeled around
in queenly fury, her loin cloth, much to Suleema's
amusement, was torn completely off, adding considerably to the huge,
ebony
beauty's indignant rage.
Afrique's mighty fist might
fell a rhino, but Suleema was
considerably quicker and more agile than any rhino.
In retaliation, Once again
Suleema struck with a disabling blow to
the crotch.
Suleema was expert in
inflicting harsh punishing pain that swiftly
sapped a foe's strength.
In a few short moments, the
mighty queen absorbed more painfully damaging
blows than in all her previous combats, combined. Even
her huge,
resilient body was reaching its limit of endurance. She staggered, in
glassy-eyed
confusion.
As the Mighty Queen swayed on
rubbery legs, Suleema doubled her over
with a blasting right fist to the belly, then knocked her to
her knees with a rabbit punch.
Afrique fell to her knees in a
stupor. Suleema grasped her shoulder,
prepared to administer the coup de grâce, if necessary.
