WARNING: This story contains graphic violence, nudity,  and non-consensual F/F sexual situations.  It is most definitely intended for, and should only be read by, mature adults, over the age of twenty-one.

Author's Note: There are a great many orphaned segments and abandoned works on my hard drive that will never be completed. Rather than discard them entirely, I will post some, AS IS, in a series of Miscellanea. Completed text will be included, but nothing additional, except an explanatory note or transitional sentence, here and there. Many pictures are raw Poser images that I would normally touch up in a paint program, for fully completed stories. Such pictures often lack eyebrows, hair on head, and genitalia details, and sometimes have distorted limbs. In the case of jungle figures I may or may not have added rudimentary clothing.

Perhaps the mighty jungle guardian did not take the diminutive, but feisty Mali quite seriously as an opponent, but she soon discovered her error, when Mali struck first with a wheeling kick that nearly knocked the tall blonde off her feet.

Before Cheatra could regain her balance, Mali struck again driving her hard fist directly into her foe's blond thatched crotch.

As Cheatra gurgled in pain, Mali drove her other fist even harder into the same gorgeous and vulnerable target.

As Cheatra reeled backward in unexpected agony, Mali struck again. This time her fist landed higher but lanced into the pit of Cheatra's firm belly leaving her breathlessly paralyzed.

Her body trembling, and her head swimming in sick pain, Cheatra hardly resisted as Mali pulled her closer and enveloped the blond in her brutally thick-muscled arms.

It wasn't until Mali's massively strong arms snapped shut around her slim waist with crushing pressure that Cheatra fully realized her danger, and cried out in alarm.

Cheatra struggled frantically to escape the fearsome trap she had fallen into, but Mali's stocky form was immovable.

When Mali released her deadly grip, Cheatra sank helplessly to her knees barely conscious. On her knees, the magnificent jungle beauty's eyes were level with those of Mali.

Cheatra squealed at the pain, and looked up fearfully, when Mali grabbed a handful of her silky blond locks.

Holding her foe trapped with an inescapable grip on her blond hair, Mali brutalized her with a series of kicks and punches, that left Cheatra moaning and screaming in pain.

Knocked nearly unconscious by Mali's brutality, Cheatra would have fallen on her face, but Mali seized her waist from above, and lifted her into the air, dangling upside down, then crashed the big blonde's head into the hard jungle floor.

As Cheatra lay stunned, Mali began kicking her across the ground, rousing her to painful consciousness.

Once she had totally defeated the proud jungle queen and knocked her out, Mali scooped her trophy up, slung her over her shoulder and carried her prize into captivity to be tortured and abused.

Valeena.

The  virtuous  brown haired Valeena, Queen of the Jungle, is challenged by her evil, raven-haired rival, Sadee. Sadee is eager to dethrone Valeena and replace her benign rule, with a cruel tyranny. Valeena fights valiantly, but after a long grueling battle, she is worn down and vanquished by the cruel, vicious Sadee.  She is not seen again, and the jungle folk fear she was made captive and sold to the evil slave traders who prey on the innocent. (These pictures were done over twenty years ago in September, 2000. Valeena is based on the Poser Four nude woman figure, and Sadee on the Poser Three nude woman. We are now on Poser 12.)

 

Sallee

 I never quite figured out a back story for the following group of pictures. Basically, though, Sallee, a majestic, but aging,  Mistress of the Jungle is waylaid by Vivana, a ruthless young jungle raised girl who wishes to replace Sallee. Despite the large size difference between the rivals, the young challenger unexpectedly attacks from behind, and mercilessly beats Sallee into submission, and then abuses and brutalizes her.

Galea

In conclusion, Galea (I'm running out of jungle girl names.) is the Queen of an unexplored jungle that holds a fabulous, ancient treasure. Only Galea knows the location  of the treasure. The people pf the jungle regard Galea as a Goddess, and so refer to her.

Lora Crafty (Well, that name nearly wrote itself.) is an evil, ruthless, international treasure hunter who wishes to steal the treasure. First she will have to capture Galea and torture the treasure's location from her. It's perks like that, that make Lora love her work.

Initially, Lora befriends Galea but when the Jungle Queen's back is turned, she tries to blackjack her. Galea was not born yesterday, and forestalls the villainess. 

Raised by lions, Galea's throaty snarl sends shivers down Lora's spine.

Even a cornered rat will fight in self-preservation.

Once she mastered her initial panic, and asserted her considerable skill, Lora began to land frequent damaging blows to her foe. Moreover, Galea was finding it ever more difficult to hit her quick, agile foe in return.  Lora soon dominated the fight.  

Her belly clenching in spasms of pain, Galea warily backed away.  Lora was a much more formidable foe than she expected. The cold, sadistic look in the evil woman's eyes was extremely unsettling. "She looks like she really wants to kill me!" Now it was Galea who experienced cold shivers up and down her spine.

"G-Galea fears nothing Evil Witch."  Galea asserted, but the nervous quaver in in her voice was definitely at odds with her brave words. As Lora advanced in a fighting crouch, fists cocked, Galea's retreated a step, reluctant to feel those hard fists barreling into her nude body.

Yes! Galea WAS beginning to fear the vicious jungle interloper's unexpectedly expert combat skills. Certainly no other foe, beast or man, ever saw that look of anxious uncertainty in Galea's normally fierce, confident blue eyes. Emboldened by her foe's nervous trepidation, Lora boldly attacked, sending a hard left rocketing into Galea's chin.

Galea had every reason to fear Lora's deadly fists. Lora might be half the redhead's size, but the smaller woman was an expert in several forms of martial arts, and reveled in dominating and destroying her opponents.  Though she had been in awe of the reputation of the Mighty 'Goddess of the Jungle' at the beginning of the fight, now, she felt only sneering contempt.

"Hah! The Big Ape looks impressive, and is probably strong as an ox, but she's clumsy as one too, and she's got a streak of yellow a yard wide, as Daddy used to put it."

Arrogantly sure of herself, now, Lora stepped up her attack, smacking her hard, little fists into Galea with ruthless, methodical brutality. Mewling in pain, eyes glazing over, Galea was incapable of striking back at her foe, or even shielding herself from the vicious devil.

  Inevitably Lora's pounding fists knocked the huge Jungle Goddess to the ground in a daze,

Predictably, Lora was not the kind of gallant fighter who stood back when a foe was down. "Kick'em when they're down.' was her motto, and she proceeded to kick Galea in the jaw with her iron-shod boot, as soon as Galea's back hit the ground.

Lora leapt astride Galea, fists cocked, and mocked the fallen redhead. Unable to free herself, Galea looked up trembling in awful fear of the dreadful witch. As she mocked her, Lora rained down punches on Galea's beautiful face.

Once she knocked the defenseless redhead totally senseless, Lora tied her spreadeagled between two trees, and proceeded to whip the treasure's location from the screaming victim.

Sorry, that's all for now Folks!