The Hunt for the Moon Orchid: Part 1
by T. Prince, tk_prince@hotmail.se
The hunt begins!


Read the prologue here:
http://www.thevalkyrie.com/stories/prince/thehuntforthemoonorchid00.txt

Dr. Tang Su sliced her way through the thick undergrowth with her machete,
pausing regularly to wipe a torrent of sweat from her brow. Suddenly her ears
pricked up. Was that a scream? She pulled out her hunting rifle and pointed it
in the direction of the noise. And waited.

"Even if it WAS a scream, is it wise to interfere?" she mumbled to herself.
"Everyone who's come to this jungle are competing for the same thing, so that
means that we're all enemies. How do I know that whoever I pull out of this
danger won't just plunge a knife into my back?"

She struggled for a few seconds with this moral dilemma. Eventually, however,
her conscience won out, and she began running toward the source of the
screaming.

It didn't take long for her to find it. In a nearby clearing, a young,
attractive Western girl was trying to fend off a growling jaguar with a
branch. Judging from the state of the girl's clothing, which was in tatters,
and arms, which were red with scrapes, the jaguar was winning the fight.

Tang fired her rifle, causing the jaguar to recoil in terror. After capturing
the animal's attention, Tang pulled out an emergency flare, lit it and waved
it in front of the frightened animal, causing it to growl angrily and slowly
back into the nearby undergrowth, before promptly turning tail and fleeing
further into the jungle.

"Whew, that was a close call!" she said, wiping her brow. She turned to the
girl. "Are you OK?"

"Y-yeah, I think so," the girl answered, stammering. Tang didn't know whether
it was the damsel in distress situation or the girl herself, but she couldn't
help but find the stranger highly attractive: she had long blond hair which
had become gorgeously tousled, a youthful, feminine face with big, plushy
lips, lovely doe eyes, and a luscious, curvy body which the state of her
clothing left almost entirely uncovered.

"I think you're gonna have to throw those away," Tang said, peeling a strip
off from the girl's shorts. "I have some spare clothing I could give you." She
searched through her backpack and produced a pair of khaki cutoffs and an
orange tank top. "Not sure if these are your size, though."

"I don't care at this point," the blonde said and began to peel off her ruined
clothes. Tang looked at her while she changed, surprised at her interest in
the girl's shapely white body and snug, lemon-colored undies. Once she had
finished changing, Tang couldn't stifle a giggle: both the top and the shorts
were far too small for her curvy white body and ended up sticking so tight to
it that nothing was left to the imagination. The tiny top squeezed her
bounteous breasts so tightly that they almost spilled out into the open, and
the flimsy little shorts (whose fly the girl couldn't move an inch) reached so
far up her crack that they -- judging from her difficulty walking -- must have
felt like a permanent wedgie.

"Whew, that's... tight!" the blonde stammered, inspecting her own bottom over
her shoulder.

"Told ya," Tang giggled. "What's your name?"

"I'm, uh," the blonde's eyes suddenly darted around in panic, "Melissa.
Melissa... McCoy."

"Nice to meet you, Melissa McCoy. Did you come here alone?"

"No, uh... with my sister. We were separated when the jaguar attacked us. I
hope she's all right."

"Gee, I'm sorry about that. I'd offer to help you go looking for her, if it
wasn't for the fact that I'm in the same race as someone else, and I need all
the time I can get. But... hey, I've got it!" Her face beamed up. "Why don't
you tag along with me, and maybe we'll meet your sister along the way?"

Melissa shot back an impenetrable glance. Tang studied the blonde's face and
tried to figure out what was going on in there, and for a split second, she
regretted having asked her to come along. Without mutual trust, backstabbing
will become inevitable in a place like this. But then again, she thought as
her gaze traveled along the girl's vacantly parted lips and coy posture, what
do I have to fear from her? She's young, naive and inexperienced and seems
like a bit of a bimbo. If I protect her, she'll be loyal in return, and even
if were to turn on me, I should be able to kick her cute little butt with
minimal effort.

"OK," the blonde said, breaking into a sweet smile. "But if we find the
orchid, who gets the reward?"

"Trust me kiddo," Tang replied. "I'm not in this for the money. If you let me
decide what to do with the specimen, I'll let you split the money between us
any way that you want."

The blonde's eyes lit up with unexpected delight. "Wow, really? That's
awesome! Let's go... wait... what's your name?"

"Dr. Tang Su of Beida University. Pleased to meet you."

The blonde winked a couple of times in quick succession before uttering:
"Oh... nice to meet you, Tang!" The Chinese woman understood that she had
recognized the name, but was pretending not to have.

"Well, let's not waste any more time. Onwards!"

Tang threw her new companion a machete, but the blonde simply screamed and
crouched into a ball, causing the knife to fly over her head and disappear in
the undergrowth.

"Oh brother, what have I gotten myself into?" the Chinese woman sighed to
herself, before turning around and continuing into the depths of the jungle,
followed by her increasingly unwelcome traveling companion, who had already
begun to complain about her sore feet.

***

Dr. Bridget Grayson was scouting the jungle through her binoculars from the
safety of a tall tree. She had yet to discover any trace of fellow
adventurers, which surprised her; given the enormous international interest in
the moon orchid, she'd half expected that the whole jungle would be resounding
with gunshots.

However, as if she had unwittingly willed the threat into existence, a loud
gunshot suddenly penetrated the silence. Immediately afterwards, the branch
she was sitting on broke clean off, causing the scientist to go plummeting
into the tree beneath her.

"OOW!! OOF!! AAH!! EEK!!" she cried as the branches slapped her face, back,
breasts and legs on the way down, ripping her clothing and leaving scrapes all
over her body. Finally the ground appeared and she crashed chest-first into it
-- her round boobs absorbing most of the blow as the ground flattened them
into pancakes against her chest- bone. "Oooohhh," she moaned as she
reflexively curled up into a ball with her butt pointing up in the air,
cradling her tender breasts in her hands.

Suddenly she felt the pipe of a gun sink gently into her upturned ass, the
hard opening poking through her shorts into the clenched little circle of her
anus. Her pulse began to race and she swallowed her breath.

"Move an inch, and I'm gonna deflower your 'bunda' in the most painful way you
can possibly imagine!" a Portuguese-accented voice barked from behind her.

"No! I give up! You win! YOU WIN!!" Bridget whimpered in response.

The gun withdrew itself, and the stranger walked around the crouching blonde
until the latter was staring at her garish blue jogging shoes. She looked up.
An extremely curvaceous, bronze-skinned beauty was staring down at her,
pointing a sniper rifle at her forehead. Judging from her skimpy, minimal
clothing, the woman looked as if she had dressed for the beach rather than the
jungle. Her face was staring contemptuously down at Bridget through the scope
of her gun, thick pink lips curved with distaste.

"You know who I am, I suppose," she said with a self-satisfied grin.

"No," Bridget replied. "I honestly don't."

"Don't bullshit me! Everyone knows my face!" the Brazilian snapped. "I'm
Mariela Escovada, the most famous bounty huntress in the WORLD!"

"Oh," Bridget stammered. "I see. I wasn't familiar with the name."

She quickly realized what a stupid thing that was to say when the bounty
hunter responded with a resounding slap to her face.

"OOWW! I'M SORRY!"

"You SHOULD be, Americana! Now Mariela wants to know who YOU are,
miss-big-shot-who-hadn't heard-the-name-Mariela-Escovada." She spat on the
grund.

"I'm... Dr. Bridget Grayson. I'm a botanist..."

"Botanist? HAH!!" Suddenly Mariela's facial expression changed. "But heeeey,
that might be JUUUST what I need right now. Some nerdy chick who knows this
jungle better than everybody else..."

"I don't know about that, I specialize in-"

"Shut up, Americana! I'm thinking!"

The two women studied each other for a while, and finally the Brazilian broke
into a self- satisfied smile.

"I've decided that we should be a team. I protect you, and you use your
knowledge to help me find the orchid, and then we... divide the reward
afterwards. 80-20 sounds good to me."

"Look, that's absu-"

"Then we have a deal!" She flipped around the rifle in her hands and delivered
a stinging spank with its handle across Bridget's ass, sending her squealing
up on her feet. "And REMEMBER, blondie... we're a team IN NAME ONLY, so that
means I CALL THE SHOTS AT ALL TIMES. IS THAT CLEAR!!?"

"Y-y-yes, I understand," Bridget stuttered submissively, rubbing her sore
backside and blushing.

"Wonderful! This is starting out BEAUTIFULLY already! Let's go, Americana! Put
those blondie brains of yours to some good use and FIND US THAT ORCHID!"

***

Bethany Holt sat cross-legged in her private helicopter, looking out over the
jungle below. One of the mercenaries had suggested that trying to land a
helicopter in the middle of an extremely dense jungle might not only be
incredibly dangerous, but would also attract unwanted attention from the other
adventurers in the jungle. Bethany, however, had scoffed at the suggestion.
How dare that ignorant fool suggest that she, the world-famous Bethany Holt,
would be better off trekking through the jungle like some common hiker?
Ridiculous!

As if to underline this point, she shot a furious glance at the mercenary
sitting opposite her in the helicopter: a big, brawny black-haired girl in a
white tanktop and combat trousers with a dogtag dangling between her big,
pointy boobs. The mercenary looked back with an uncomprehending shrug.

Suddenly, there was a loud, wind-like noise that reminded Bethany of the noise
that fireworks make before exploding. She looked out the window and almost
emptied her bladder on the spot: a strange, fast-moving projectile was
approaching the helicopter at breakneck speed.

"What? H-holy shiiiii-"

*BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOMMM!!!*

An explosion rocked the helicopter, and the passengers were thrown about
inside the tiny cabin as the vehicle went spiraling down into the jungle.
Bethany crashed head-first into the ceiling and almost lost consciousness, but
was quickly jerked back to life when she landed crotch-first on the arched
knee of one of her mercenaries with a sickening *CRACK!*

"OOOHHH!! M-M-MY LADYBITS-" she began, just as the helicopter crashed into a
huge banyan tree and exploded in a pandemonium of flame and metallic parts.

Bethany felt like she had been baked in an oven ten times over when she
finally on her back on the ground, with the sky revolving above her in an
alarming manner. The explosion had burnt every stitch of clothing off her body
(as well as most of her hair), and almost every inch of her was covered with
black soot. Her pubic bone seemed to have mysteriously disappeared and become
replaced with pure pain, and her erect nipples were still crackling with
embers from the fire.

Raising her head, she could see her three mercenaries and the pilot dangling
from various branches around her. All four of them were in a state similar to
hers -- the brawny mercenary she had exchanged glances with before the
explosion was completely naked except for her skimpy little thong, which was
keeping her suspended in a massive crotch-splitting wedgie. The pilot was
hanging slumped over a branch with the gear stick still stuck in her hand.

Suddenly, she heard steps. With great pain, she managed to twist her head far
enough to catch a glimpse of the approaching stranger -- and boy, was she
floored by what she saw.

The woman coming her way looked almost exactly like Nicole Kidman, and was
carrying a smoking rocket launcher on her shoulder. She was tall, buxom and,
of course, gorgeous: a chesty blond Amazon in an unbuttoned shirt and
hip-hugging brown leather pants. Her blue eyes were staring imperiously down
at her victim as she strode forward with panther-like grace, swiveling her
hips in an aggressively feminine manner that would have made Marilyn Monroe
jealous. Her auburn hair, wet from a jungle shower, glistened lusciously in
the sunlight. This was, of course, none other than Miranda Federley, the
legendary adventuress of incomparable renown.

"Y-y-you...!" Bethany Holt stammered.

"Hush now," the Nicole Kidman-lookalike purred and placed her finger against
the millionaire's lips. "I know that wasn't very nice of me, but you know what
they say: all is fair in love, war and botany. It's not personal."

"B-but you b-blew up my helicopter! And n-nearly killed five people!"

"The keyword is *nearly*, sweetie," Miranda said as she grabbed the stunned
millionaire by the arm and slung her over her shoulder like some cadaver, "my
aim is always perfect."

"Nevertheless, you B-BLEW UP MY HELICOPTER!!"

"Please, lower your voice. We don't want to attract any more attention to
ourselves than we already have."

As she spoke, the adventuress gently held up the pacified millionaire against
a tree, pulled out a roll of rope from her backpack and began to tie her
victim securely to the ragged green trunk. Having almost completed her labor,
however, the adventuress noticed a faint beeping sound coming from a scorched
shred of khaki clothing. She walked over and examined it, only to discover a
small electronic transmitter in one of the pockets that blinked with an angry
red glow at regular intervals.

"Now what might this be?" she asked in her silky, honey-sweet voice as she
dangled the transmitter in front of the defenseless brunette.

"It's an emergency s-signal transmitter... so that my other mercenaries can
find me if th-they lose contact with me..."

"Well, that's just perfect," Miranda chuckled, "because you're gonna need
someone to rescue you from this mess, and it ain't gonna be me. So let's just
put this somewhere where you won't lose it..."

The adventuress squatted in front of the shivering brunette, parted the lips
of her shaved vagina with her thumb and index finger and gently deposited the
transmitter into the tight, wet crevice of her womanhood. Bethany gasped and
moaned as the device penetrated her in her most intimate regions, and gave up
a high-pitched yelp when it came in contact with her clitoris, which was still
pulsating with pain from the "incident" in the helicopter.

"That should do it," Miranda said with a smile as she wiped her hand on her
leather trousers.

"Y-you'll pay for this, Federley!" Bethany Holt yelled, her voice -- although
still shivering -- seething with rage. "When my lawyers find out about this,
we'll put your evil ass behind bars for good!"

"Now, now, there's no need for THAT," the adventuress chuckled as she began to
walk away, swiveling her hips in a mesmerizing rhythm. "My fine little ass may
not be good, but that doesn't mean it's *evil*. It just wants to sit on the
top of the heap at all times, even if it means playing a little bit dirty. And
anyway, I think you have more... pressing matters to worry about."

Here, the adventuress made a nod toward the top of the tree. Bethany looked up
and gave up a hoarse scream. Only a few feet above her head, a massive,
spotted snake lay curled around several branches, feeling its way toward her
with its long, twisting tongue.

"Let's hope those mercs hurry up," Miranda giggled as she slowly disappeared
into the deep rain forest until only her perfectly-shaped rear was visible,
the surrounding foliage painting shadow spots on it so that it resembled the
hindquarters of a jaguar returning home after a successful hunt.

***

Kat Wexler slid down the rocky slope on her butt and landed gracefully on her
feet. Nikki, her black assistant, followed just behind her, carrying the
camera equipment in her arms.

"Smells funny around here," Kat whispered, sniffing the air. "This could be
something. Bring out the big camera and start shooting!"

"Smells like trouble to me," Nikki replied as she hoisted up the camera on her
shoulder and began to walk after her boss. Nikki was almost a foot taller than
Kat, and more full-figured, but Kat's pretty face and energetic personality
evened out the score... or so Kat told herself, anyway.

"Holy moly!" Kat whispered with awe. "Look at the size of that spider web!
I've never seen anything like it!"

It was indeed an impressive sight: a gargantuan web of thick milky white
substance that stretched almost twenty feet from one tree to another. Its most
interesting feature, however, was the five or six human-sized lumps located
near the bottom of the web -- some hanging perfectly still, while others were
vibrating faintly.

Kat walked up to the closest lump and ran her finger along it. It immediately
caught stuck, and it was with huge effort that she managed to tear it loose
from the sticky substance. Near the center of the lump, there was a small
hole, through which the blonde could glimpse something utterly unexpected:
a... vagina!

"What the hell?" the filmmaker whispered and touched the slit gently with her
index finger. It was warm, and seemed to flinch in response to her touch.
"There's a LIVING HUMAN WOMAN in there!"

Nikki, whilst holding the camera, managed to spot a large pile of finely
shredded clothing just below the web. The torn pieces all had extremely
colorful psychedelic patterns on them, of a kind not normally seen outside of
hippie-themed costume parties.

"Daughters of Scorpio," she mumbled to herself. "Poor dumb broads."

"AGGHHHHHHHH!!!! IT'S- IT'S.... NIKKI, LOOK OUT!" Kat suddenly shrieked at the
top of her lungs.

The black girl turned around just in time to see a spider the size of a
pick-up truck climbing toward her -- upside down -- along a strand of web.
With a terrified scream she flung the camera at the arachnid, hitting it on
the head, and when that didn't seem to be doing anything to stop it she
promptly turned around and began to run.

"OH SWEET MERCY, IT'S- IT'S GOT ME!!" Nikki yelled as a strand of sticky web
made forcible contact with her buttocks, and she was reeled back toward the
spider like a hooked fish. The next moment, two powerful spider-legs flipped
her around so that she found herself face to face with the most grotesque
sight she would ever see: an eight-eyed spider head the size of a television
set snapping its monstrous jaws right at her.

"KAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAT!!!" she screamed, while the spider began to methodically
strip her of her clothing. One snap of its jaws turned her top into ribbons,
another sliced her shorts in two, a third cut tore her white bra into pieces,
and a final snap disintegrated her purple panties, finally leaving her
chocolate-colored body as naked as on the day she was born.

Kat was too paralyzed with fear to know what to do, but the sight of her
faithful assistant and companion in such a predicament finally gave her the
courage to act. She drew her revolver and approached the spider on trembling
legs until she had come close enough to aim it straight at its forehead.

"DON'T FIRE AT ME!! DON'T FIRE AT ME!!" Nikki cried as the spider flipped her
sideways and began to wrap her in silky threads.

"K-Keep your head down then!! I mean keep your head up!! No, to the side!!"
Kat cried, but when her instructions proved hopeless, she took the shot
anyway.

*BANG!* The bullet scraped the spider's forehead, seemingly not causing any
damage whatsoever. However, as soon as it became aware of the blonde's
presence, the spider tensed up, dropped Nikki on the ground and fired off a
new sticky thread that struck Kat right between her breasts.

"H-H-HELP!! NOW IT'S GOT *ME*!!" Kat squealed, as the spider reeled her in and
began to strip her down just as efficiently as it had Nikki -- slicing off her
top, khaki shorts, white push-up bra and lime green boyshorts until the blonde
was as naked as her assistant.

Seemingly confounded by its astonishing luck in finding not only one, but
*two* of its favorite kind of prey, the spider wrapped its monstrous leg
around them both and lifted them up next to each other for examination. Its
eight eyes traveled from the nubile Caucasian's medium-sized boobs and shaved
vagina to her buxom black friend's larger jugs and wild-haired black bush, as
if comparing them.

Finally, as if unable to decide, the spider flipped both of them around so
that they faced each other, and then mashed both girls tits-first into each
other with great force. Kat and Nikki gasped with pain and surprise as each
pair of jugs flattened the other pair into flat discs, bringing boss and
assistant face to face so close that their lips actually touched.

"Mmmmpphhh, whatpphh happphhhenimmppphhh??" Kat protested, feeling her cheeks
grow red with unexpected excitement at the inadvertently sapphic predicament.
For a split second, her gaze met Nikki's, and she could tell that her
assistant was feeling the same thing.

"I dongghhh nnggghhhhoowwwhhh!!"" Nikki replied, accidentally sticking the tip
of her tongue into the blonde's mouth as she spoke.

However, the spider did not appear to be satisfied with the solution, as the
two were soon torn away from each other. However, the relief quickly turned
into even greater horror when the spider gently twirled Kat around until she
was hanging upside down, and then forced the two girls into contact with each
other again. The impact neatly placed the boss and her assistant into a '69'
position; Kat's face was buried in her assistant's sweaty bush, while Nikki
was treated to a mouthful of her blond boss's glistening white pussy.

"AAHHH!!" "EEEKKK!!" the women squealed as each became far more closely
acquainted with the other than they had ever anticipated. The spider, however,
seemed to be content with the solution, and began to quickly wrap the tightly
packed couple into a cocoon of silky white thread. When it was finished, there
was nothing left to identify its prey as human -- they had been transformed
into an extra large cocoon that was soon to join the others.

Finally, the spider used its sharp foreleg to punch its signature two holes
into the cocoon, one in front of each of its victims' private parts for quick
access to their precious "essence". However, due to their peculiar position,
this meant that each woman was also furnished with a hole to look out through
-- a luxury that meant very little under the present circumstances.

When the spider was finished with its work, it began to climb a thread back
toward where it came from, to the great frustration of Nikki, who -- having
been spared from dangling upside down -- was the only one who could see what
was happening.

"Wwwwaaiitthhhh!! Come bapppptthhh!!" the assistant wailed between the
blonde's squirming thighs, trying to extricate her mouth from the depths of
her boss's sweet-smelling sex but managing only to jam her tongue deeper into
the tight, wet opening.

"Oooohhh, phhtoppp it pwwweeaaase!!" Kat wailed back, feeling her body grow
hot with excitement from the tongue rummaging around in her most private
orifice.

Moments after the spider had disappeared from sight, the first rays of the
evening sun burst through the dense foliage. For Kat and Nikki, it was going
to be a long night.

TO BE CONTINUED