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. In this installment most all
pictures were completed in my paint program, although some
contain errors that I might have corrected. There are also
continuity errors that I would have fixed, e.g. An empty knife
sheath still containing the knife after it was removed and
discarded.
Miscellanea Six (F/F)
Jungle Terrors 2
Two Orphaned F/F picture sets for incomplete
stories about jungle heroines, and their trials and
tribulations.
By
GW
(gwalb@nycap.rr.com or gwalb@yahoo.com or
gwalb10054@gmail.com)
https://www.thevalkyrie.com/stories/gw/index.htm.
Lalanna.
The first jungle encounter is
set in 1947, and features young Queen Lalanna, reigning Queen
of the lost land of Opar. Lalanna the daughter of
Tarzan, Lord Greystoke and Queen La, unable to stand the
boredom of her council chamber an instant longer, threw off
her royal robes, and slipped away to the jungle that she
loved. There the only constraints were staying alive. As she
sped through the jungle she encountered escaping Nazi War
criminal, Gudrun Holtzman.
Lalanna, until recently an
agent of wartime British Intelligence, recognized the
fugitive, and ordered her to submit to arrest. Gudrun was not
about to submit to anything of the kind. Moreover she
recognized Lalanna; the encyclopedic Nazi Intelligence Service
had maintained a file on the tall beautiful Queen. It was, in
fact, the land of Opar that Gudrun sought. Tales of the
fabulous wealth of the legendary city had leaked out to the
outside world. What better way to siphon off some of that
wealth, then to kidnap and hold The Queen for ransom. Gudrun
acted swiftly to implement her plan, she viciously attacked
Lalanna.
Catching Lalanna by surprise, the vicious Nazi overwhelmed the
jungle beauty with a flurry of brutally effective punches.
Knocked nearly senseless by
the first punch, it wasn't long before Gudrun had come close
to knocking Lalanna out completely, though the reeling Jungle
Queen was still on her feet, if just barely.
Gudrun took advantage of
Lalanna's dazed confusion to pull the Queen's deadly hunting
knife from its sheath.
Gudrun threatened Lalanna with
her own weapon, pleased by the irony.
The danger electrified
Lalanna and roused her fully to her senses. With lightening
reflexes she seized Gudrun's wrist in a steely grip.
The mighty jungle lass twisted
about, her back to her foe, so she could use both hands to
exert pressure on the Nazi's wrist. She squeezed
Gudrun's wrist until the evil redhead was forced to drop the
knife. Before Lalanna could turn and face her, the Nazi seized
the bigger woman in a relentless bearhug, trapping the Queen's
arms at her sides. Lalanna gasped breathlessly, as those ropy
muscled arms crushed her ribcage. Lalanna was incredibly
strong herself, but she wasn't sure she could match such
strength.
Lalanna strained with all her enormous strength to break free,
but the squat Nazi's knotted arms did not loosen.
Unable to breathe, several
minutes later, Lalanna slumped inertly in Gudrun's implacable
arms.
Contemptuously, Gudrun dropped
her foe to her knees.
Before the swooning Lalanna flopped over, Gudrun caught her
enormous breasts from behind, and jerked her erect.
Growing tired of torturing
Lalanna's gorgeous breasts, Gudrun flung the bigger woman to
the jungle floor, and twisted her arm behind her, planting her
booted foot in Lalanna's back. Involuntarily, Lalanna screamed
at the pain.
Tired of the game, and growing
contemptuous of Lalanna's fighting skill, Gudrun released her
with a sneering laugh. "Had enough, Jungle Bitch?"
Royal hauteur humbled, Lalanna's regal confidence was badly
shaken, though she'd never just surrender to the odious
Nazi. Doggedly she dragged herself to her knees. She
massaged her injured, nearly paralyzed left arm. She looked up
at her foe apprehensively, all too aware there wasn't much she
could do against this awful bitch. The jungle woman was
incredibly strong and athletic, and with her wartime training
had always held her own against any other opponent that she
faced, but Gudrun was a professional brawler, and assassin,
and utterly ruthless.
Gudrun grinned down at
Lalanna, and then without warning, smashed her fist into her
jaw.
Soundlessly Lalanna fell to
the ground, out cold. While Lalanna lay beaten unconscious,
Gudrun bound her arms securely with strong jungle vines, and
tied them to an overhead branch. But for an occasional moan,
Lalanna displayed no signs of life, even when Gudrun
vindictively ripped her brief loin cloth from her gorgeous
body. When she was satisfied, that her enemy was securely
restrained, Gudrun poked her awake, by jabbing her finger into
Lalanna's opulent breast.
When Lalanna was sufficiently
roused, Gudrun hauled on the vines until the jungle beauty was
dangling painfully on tiptoe.
Gudrun questioned her captive
about her city, its location and its treasure.
The only response was a snarled: "Go to Hell, Bitch!
Gudrun's reaction, not unexpectedly, was swift and ruthless.
She began brutally punching her helplessly bound prisoner in
the belly.
When proud Lalanna continued to defy her, Gudrun grew ever
more more brutal.
At last
Gudrun concluded she would have to take more extreme
measures to break the Queen's stubborn resistance.
With
Lalanna's arms still bound, Gudrun, flung her helpless
victim into a nearby pool of quicksand. Gudrun had
unwittingly hit on the one weakness, that totally unnerved
the courageous Queen. A terrible childhood experience had
emotionally scarred Lalanna with a morbid phobia of the
deadly jungle peril.
Despite her terror, Lalanna
continued to resist, until the mud nearly covered her face. It
was only then, that Lalanna's courage finally failed her. She
blurted a promise to lead the evil beast to the lost City.
Next morning, after Gudrun allowed her to wash the caked mud
off in the river, they began the journey. Still resentful,
Lalanna bridled at being driven like an animal through the
jungle.
Gudrun was not impressed by
royal dignity; she roughly poked the sharp spear point between
Lalanna's large, firmly rounded buttocks. The proud, imperious
Jungle Queen screeched in shock, at the painful indignity, and
glumly moved forward without further prodding. (The
introduction of the spear would have been explained in a
completed story.)
With no other recourse, Lalanna to stumbled sullenly
into captivity, while the jubilant Gudrun sneered at her
compliant obedience.
"Ha, ha! That's a good girl. I think I'll be able to train you
properly after all."
Prisoner and captive plodded
through the endless jungle until the sun was setting. After
they had made camp, and eaten, Gudrun was ready for some fun
and relaxation. In alarm, Lalanna watched the evil witch
undress. She shivered with an apprehensive premonition.
Lalanna's fears were well-grounded.
When the leering Nazi grabbed
and roughly fondled her breasts, Lalanna reacted with
hysterical fury, shoving Gudrun away from her. Now she would
face the consequences of her rash temerity.
The paralyzing pain from
Gudrun's first wicked blow robbed Lalanna of all her
formidable strength. Even though Lalanna was incapable of
further resistance, Gudrun ruthlessly continued to punish her,
for her presumption, and because she really liked hurting
people.
In fact,
Gudrun was Immensely enjoying Lalanna's ill conceived show
of resistance. It was not implausible that she had
deliberately provoked it, for the sadistic joy of breaking
it again.
After several punches to
Lalanna's delightfully petite pussy, Gudrun capped off her
attack with a vicious kick to the same target.
Devastated by the atrocious
attack on her womanhood, Lalanna collapsed, tumbling like a
rag doll to her knees.
As the waves of agony eased a
bit, the stricken Lalanna looked up fearfully at the devilish
Nazi, knowing she was helpless to further oppose the female
fiend's sexual aggression. The subjugated young queen looked
anything but regal in her terrified distress, yet her maidenly
frailty made her even more appealingly desirable.
For several days and nights
Lalanna endured her hateful, Nazi captivity, though managing
to lead her devilish captoress in a wide circle around the
realm of Opar. At last, the Queen's patience was rewarded. A
company of the apelike warrior soldiers of Opar, in search of
the missing Queen found traces of their passage. Keen as any
of the hunting animals of the jungle in their tracking skills,
it wasn't many hours later that they freed their Queen, and
bound the Nazi woman for judgement..
The Captain of the Troop, slightly more intelligent than
the others, knelt before his Queen. "What is your decree,
Divinity?" He asked humbly. He looked apprehensive, for
it was known the Young Queen often showed great mercy in her
decrees, a mercy unfamiliar to the Custom of Opar. In truth,
normally Lalanna would have done her best to restrain the
bestial bloodthirsty vengeance of her soldiers. The Captain
had no need to fear a grant of mercy, this time.
"The bitch laid hands on a Queen of Opar. There is only one
remedy, in our law, for such an outrage." Lalanna snapped
coldly. Then her voice softening a trifle she added. "My
loyal warriors deserve a reward for their devotion; allow them
the customary diversion, before my decree is carried out."
The Captain's brutish face broke into a savage grin; the queen
had granted more than he dared hope. Even in his dim mind, the
thought took shape that the Queen might take more seriously an
affront to her own divine person, more so than transgressions
against others. He possessed sufficient wit, never to voice
such blasphemy, aloud. A little guiltily, his Queen shared the
thought, (Guess it does matter whose ox is gored.) Like the
captain, Lalanna kept her thought to herself.
"I hear and obey, Divinity. On behalf of your loyal warriors,
we thank Your Divinity for your gracious favor." At a gesture
of Lalanna's hand, the warrior swiftly rose to carry out the
decree.
Silent and impassive, the Queen, watched, as first her
warriors sated their lust by gang-banging the condemned
prisoner in accordance with the boon granted by their Queen,
then carried out the proscribed sentence, slowly flaying the
convicted criminal alive. (Alive at least at the start of the
process.)
Lalanna watched the bloodcurdling spectacle until the last
scream. As her father taught her, there is often a crude
poetic justice to the workings of the savage law of the
jungle.
Feleena.
All the peoples of the Lost Jungle acknowledged Beautiful
Feleena as the Sovereign Mistress of their forgotten land.
Such was Feleena's strength and prowess that none dared
challenge her in combat. Yet such was her wisdom and sense of
fair play, that her decrees were always just, and in the best
interest of all, and, thus, her benign rule was happily
accepted by all. All until brutal Umerta returned to the land
of her birth.
Umerta, was the granddaughter of the former Chieftainess of
the largest Clan of the land. Umerta grew resentful when
another was chosen, at council, over her to be the new
Cheiftainess, at her grandmother's death. The resentful young
woman fomented endless trouble and plots. Feleena had often
tried to reason with the girl and change her ways, to no
avail. At last Feleena reluctantly acquiesced to
Umerta's banishment from the Lost Jungle.
It was many years before Umerta dared return. When she did
return, she had grown physically powerful, and possessed novel
fighting skills learned in professional fighting in various
parts of the world. She had become adept at boxing,
professional wrestling and MMA. She had often worked as a club
bouncer, and even as a 'mob enforcer', and on occasion as a
'hit' woman. Once returned, Umerta used her skills to dominate
and intimidate others, and most of her people had soon come to
fear her.
It was only days after Umerta's returned, that the reigning
Cheiftainess died n her sleep. It was whispered that Umerta
was a witch, and had poisoned the woman who supplanted her.
(Though perhaps not a witch, Umerta did possess considerable
knowledge of poisons. and did nothing to discourage the belief
that she did possess supernatural powers.) Umerta immediately
declared herself Cheiftainess without bothering with the
normal customs of democratic selection. A few of the boldest
who dared protest were beaten into submission. When these
events occurred, Feleena was absent in a far corner of the
Lost Jungle. When Feleena did return, a large delegation of
Umerta's people immediately petitioned Feleena to remove the
Witch from power and again banish her from the Lost Jungle.
Feleena ordered Umerta to appear and answer the charges.
When Umerta was told of the summoning, she sneered at the
messenger. "You may tell that whey-faced cow, that Umerta does
not do anyone's bidding. If the bitch wants to talk to me, she
can come to me. I will be amusing myself, at the fruit grove.
The fruit is ripe."
When the message was delivered to Feleena, it angered her, but
she decided it would be best to seek Umerta, and confront her.
Feleena found Umerta returning from the grove, in a deserted
glade. When Feleena blocked Umerta's path, Umerta
snarled: "Get out of my way you dumb bimbo! I don't take
orders from you. From now on stay out of my way, or I will
feed your white carcass to the hyenas."
Despite the insult, Feleena stood calmly in Umerta's path, and
tried to reason with her. It was useless.
Umerta was well aware, that
this confrontation could have only one outcome. Only combat
would settle whose will was to prevail in the Lost Jungle.
Without warning, the crafty Umerta struck first.
Feleena's mighty fist crashed into Umerta's jaw in
retaliation.
It would take more than one
punch, even with Feleena's phenomenal strength, to faze the
squat, hulking Umerta. The witch shook off the punch, as
though stung by a gnat, and angrily struck back. Incredibly,
Umerta's blow staggered Feleena.
Feleena staggered backward,
as Umerta sneered in contempt.
Even as Feleena shook her
head to clear the cobwebs, Umerta struck again, with savage
glee, burying her ham fist between the auburn haired
beauty's mighty thighs.
Infuriated by the foul
blow, Feleena swung wildly at the grinning witch, but
despite her bulk, Umerta was quick and agile; she ducked
low, and the powerful blow passed harmlessly over her head.
The missed blow, left
Feleena wide open, and Umerta took swift advantage of the
opening, nailing the jungle Queen with a stunning right fist
to the belly.
Umerta smiled confidently
as Feleena stumbled backward, obviously badly winded by the
punch. In truth it had been many years since Feleena had
faced a human foe in a battle for supremacy, and perhaps the
Mighty Queen of the Jungle had grown rusty and a little
complacent.
Before Feleena could regain
her breath, Umerta savagely attacked again. Her arms
swinging like well-oiled pistons. Umerta's hard,
skilled punches snapped Feleena's head from side to
side.
Feleena's astounding
strength long proved invincible against her jungle enemies,
but Umerta was not of the wholesome jungle. She was a
professional pugilist and brawler, unsurpassed in the cage,
or the back alley. For the first time in her career,
Feleena's enormous strength could not assure victory. Her
vicious foe's masterful expertise overwhelmed her. Umerta's
fists blasted past Feleena's less professional defense, with
methodical and brutal precision. After the first flurry,
Feleena was too stunned to defend herself. The witch pounded
the mighty Queen of the Jungle with devastating punches,
that near
knocked the tall redhead to the ground.
As Umerta taunted her, Feleena
realized the boastful gibes were not idle lies! The evil witch
woman was the deadliest foe she ever fought.
"She strikes me at will! Her
fists are like rocks! They have the force of the kick of
the water buffalo?" Was Feleena's alarmed thought. Umerta gave
Feleena no time for further thought, but continued her
destructive attack.
As the badly battered Feleena
tottered backward, Umerta attacked her foe's sumptuous
breasts.
Made frantic by
pain, Feleena hardly
knew what she was doing. Her only desperate need was to protect her
vulnerable bosom. She
vainly attempted
to fend Umerta off with her raised
leg.
Feleena's outstretched leg was
not likely to deter Umerta. Instead the witch used it to her
own advantage, trapping Feleena's leg under her right arm, and
then grasping the Jungle Queen in a far more insidious, and
painful grip with her left hand.
Umerta flung
Feleena to the jungle floor,viciously twisting the taller
woman's delectable pussy for additional leverage.
Even as the Jungle
Queen landed with a jarring thud, she saw Umerta, above her,
hurtling down at her muscular belly, feet first.
As the stricken
Feleena writhed in terrible agony and distress, Umerta stooped
and seized her slim aching middle.
Umerta relentlessly squeezed
Feleena's trim, ridged midsection until the mighty jungle
mistress dangled limply in her brutal arms.
When Feleena nearly passed out,
Umerta smashed her head into the jungle floor. Before Feleena
knew it, Umerta had dragged her to her feet again, and seized
her in another brutal bear hug, face to face this time.
All too aware of the deadly
power of Umerta' mighty arms, that had already crushed her
once into oblivion, Feleena cried out fearfully, knowing
that she had no hope of escaping Umerta's brutal grip. The
witch's fists had drained her strength so, that now she was
as weak and defenseless as a young cub.
Once more, the evil witch
rendered Feleena's mighty form limp and powerless. Dangling
helplessly from Umerta's fat arms, sight grew dim for the
mighty Queen of the Jungle.
Umerta flung Feleena to the
ground, and then a little winded by her effort, knelt beside
the fallen redhead, contemplating her next move. Feleena
remained unconscious, though still moaning in pain.
After resting a moment, Umerta
squatted down on Feleena's face, pinning the gorgeous
redhead's muscular arms to the ground. Umerta's big
behind rested squarely on Feleena's beautiful face. Feleena
came to her senses with a start of disgust. She struggled
desperately but was too weak to escape from her odious foe's
massive bottom cheeks.
Perched atop Feleena's
beautiful face, Umerta used her advantage to batter the
jungle heroine's wonderful breasts, bouncing the ivory
globes like beach balls.
When Umerta finally released
Feleena and rose from her stricken form, Feleena sat up,
almost in shock from the frightful pain in her magnificent
bosom.
Umerta was
hardly done with the whimpering heroine. She hauled Feleena
to her feet by the hair, inflicting even more pain on her
beautiful foe. Feleena had sought to thwart Umerta in her
quest for power; for Umerta such an offense was
unforgivable, and must be punished accordingly.
Having beaten her nemesis so
decisively, an evil determination took root in Umerta's
twisted mind. Why not make this hated white Bitch her slave
and plaything. Besides the pleasure it would bring her,
nothing else would so cement her hold over her people. All
regarded Mighty Feleena with superstitious awe, believing her
invincible. If a cowed Feleena, tamed by the mightier woman,
crawled at the evil bully's feet, no other in the Lost Jungle
would dare oppose Umerta. When Umerta uttered her vile intent,
Feleena's heart quailed in horror. In truth, Umerta had
already cowed and tamed the formidable Jungle Queen.
In sick fear, Feleena cried out a
denial, but her voice trembled and quavered, with a terrible
uncertainty.
Even Feleena's feeble
defiance was enough to enrage Umerta. The ruthless witch
proceeded to demonstrate that Feleena had no choice but
obedience to a mightier warrior. By now the Queen of the The
Jungle was powerless to defend herself from Umerta's
brutality, and feeling very UN-Queenly. Umerta was indeed a
frightening foe, and Feleena knew nothing could prevent the
evil bully from enslaving her. Nevertheless, she
courageously tried to oppose Umerta.
Thud, thud thud! The only sounds
in the lonely clearing was Umerta's brutal fists
striking Feleena's once mighty body at
will, and the pained, mewling
cries of the dethroned Queen of the Jungle, as each blow
plowed into her trembling, staggering body.
It was no longer a battle between
two equal foes, but a ruthless one-sided beating.
As those merciless fists, drove
Feleena, in
terrible agony, helplessly backward, Umerta blasted two right handed punches
into her crotch. The second punch lifted the huge
auburn-haired heroine completely off her feet, as that ham fist plowed deep into her pussy.
Feleena who was once badly
mauled by a lion before killing it, had never felt such pain
before.
Umerta paused for one moment, to
enjoy the look of sick despairing pain on Feleena's
beautiful face. Then she resumed the merciless beating.
It did not fit Umerta's scheme
for her gallant foe to lose consciousness. She paused again,
and seized Feleena in a implacable grip and then pinched her
pink nipple. The frightful pain made merciful unconsciousness
impossible.
When the damage to Feleena's pert
nipples wasn't enough, Umerta attacked her pussy.
Umerta tormented the
defenseless Feleena by stretching her wonderfully formed body
into excruciating contortions.
Even the bravest have their
limits; Feleena could take no more of the hideous torture!
Heedless of the consequences, she shrieked her surrender!
As Feleena's fearful cry of
surrender echoed through the forest, the jungle grew deathly
still, as though in shocked awe! Could it be? The
long-reigning Queen of the Jungle, invincible Feleena lay
vanquished, ignominiously defeated and broken by a mightier
woman?
It was true! On the floor of the
jungle she ruled so long, too weak to rise, whimpering
pitifully in pain, Feleena groveled at Umerta's feet.
Fearless Feleena trembled in mindless terror of this horrible
woman! She could face no more pain from the brutal, terrifying
witch! NOW, what
would be Feleena's fate?
Haughty Feleena humbly pawed at
Umerta's foot in submission, wordlessly pleading for mercy. A
single despairing tear escaped her eye. The legendary guardian of the Jungle,
always so proud and free, submitted to Umerta's bondage.
Who is Queen of the Jungle, NOW?"
Umerta demanded, harshly.
"U-Umerta is Queen!" Feleena
croaked in despair, surrendering her long held sovereignty.
"And who is Umerta's slave?"
"Feleena is Umerta's slave."
Bitterly, Feleena wept at the hateful surrender of her
freedom, infinitely more terrible than loss of her sovereignty.
Now that she had won this great
victory, a victory that would change the Lost Jungle, forever,
Umerta was eager to trumpet her triumph to all. Rather than
delay, the witch picked up the defeated, dethroned and
enslaved former Queen, like a sack of laundry, and effortlessly carried her prize back to the village
square. Feleena wailed fearfully at the indignity, but now it
was her new Mistress who had the say in all matters.
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At the new Chieftainess's shout, all came running to the center of the square, in fearful obedience. A
despairing collective groan echoed through the village at the
awful realization of their worst nightmares. There came Umerta
carrying Mighty Feleena, their beloved champion, as the
weeping trophy of Umerta's victory. Lest there be any doubt,
Umerta set Feleena on her feet, and displayed her, roughly
shoving the tall beauty around so all could see Feleena's
disgrace and shame.
Then Umerta commanded her
wretched captive, Feleena, herself, to proclaim the victorious
Umerta, new Queen of the Lost Jungle. Then the cowed Feleena
despairingly sobbed her hateful acceptance of her new role, as
Umerta's humble, obedient slave. Feleena's new Mistress would
not be a kind one.
The End.
