The Hunt for the Moon Orchid: Part 2
by T. Prince, tk_prince@hotmail.se
The adventures continue as evening falls upon the jungle of Kaabri.


Dr. Pujya Patel sat hunched over her microscope inside her mosquito-proofed
tent, carefully examining the sample from the orchid she had found. The flower
itself had matched the description of the moon orchid down to a tee, but it
had not responded positively to any of the basic tests that she had subjected
it to. The question now was whether the problem lay with the specimen itself,
or with the validity of the test results (it was well known that these tests
had a significant margin of error without the aid of proper laboratory
equipment).

Because of the terrible heat, Pujya was wearing only a small green top and a
pair of tiny hotpants, which was a stark departure from her usual conservative
clothing. Behind her, her hired Nepali ex-gurkhas -- Ishani and Deepa -- stood
poring over her shoulder, silent as always. The two mercenaries were
intimidating both in terms of build and demeanor: blank-faced, athletic
bad-asses wearing dark sunglasses and with one hand resting on their rifles.
In fact, their inscrutable silence had begun to make Pujya quite nervous --
was she paying them enough? Should she bring it up? Or would that seem like a
confession of weakness on her part? For the time being, she decided to stop
worrying and just focus on analyzing the orchid, but the fear of betrayal was
always present, lurking in the back of her brain.

"It looks like it's the right orchid," Pujya concluded, removing her glasses,
"but I can't be sure yet. It needs to be tested in a lab."

The two mercenaries looked at each other, and Pujya caught a strangely
sinister look in their eyes. It puzzled and worried her.

"So it's the right orchid," Ishani said gruffly, looking down at the shorter
scientist.

"No, I'm saying it *might* be the right orchid, but I don't have the equipment
I need to make certain."

Once again, the mercenaries exchanged glances, and this time they ended by
nodding silently toward each other.

"We think you're lying to us," Deepa said, curling her mouth into a dark
smile.

"W-What?" Dr. Patel stammered, as her heart began to race. It's happening. It
was always going to happen. "I-I don't understand why you would th-think
that."

"We think that this is the right orchid, but that you're pretending that it is
not, because you don't trust us."

"Th-that's absurd! Of course I t-trust you... After all, I hired you!"

"Then tell us whether it is the right orchid or not."

"I told you: I... I don't know!"

"She's lying," Ishani said, shooting a sideways glance at Deepa. "Take the
orchid."

"No, you c-can't! I'll pay you whatever you want! I'll TRIPLE your sala-
MMPPHH!!" Pujya wailed, until Ishani put her in a secure armlock and shut her
up by placing her strong, coarse hand over her mouth. Deepa picked up the tiny
specimen, including the microscope sample, and threw it carelessly into a
plastic bag.

"Throw her off that cliff," Ishani said, pointing toward a nearby rocky ledge.
Pujya was set down on the very edge of the cliff, and almost fainted as she
saw what was awaiting her: a stomach-churning three hundred foot fall with a
cascading black river at the bottom.

"N-no, *sob*, please, h-have mercy!" the scientist pleaded as she thought she
could feel Deepa's hands preparing themselves for the big shove.

"Sorry, princess," Deepa chuckled. "You should have learned the law of the
jungle before coming here. Never trust anyone, but if you have to, pay them
well!"

"But cheer up, it's not all bad. You've got a lot of meat on that
tasty-looking butt of yours," Ishani said, giving Pujya's well-rounded rump a
frisky pinch, "so you'll make some caiman really happy tonight!"

"C-c-caiman!? N-NOOOO- OOOFFF!!!" the Indian wailed, but her protest was cut
short when Deepa delivered a sharp kick up the scientist's backside -- the tip
of her boot passing perfectly in between the shapely, hotpants-clad buttocks
and grazing her clenched anus -- causing her to plunge helplessly into the
abyss with an ear-splitting scream.

The fall seemed to take forever, and as Dr. Patel fell through the air with
the pain of her traitorous bodyguard's boot still stinging in her backside,
her life appeared to flash quickly before her eyes. However, this mental
slideshow was suddenly interrupted when a branch caught hold of the seat of
her hotpants, breaking her fall and giving her one hell of a wedgie in the
process.

"UNNGGGGHHHHHH!!!!" Pujya groaned as her own pants and underpants were hoisted
up into the deepest recesses of her womanhood, the pain multiplying with each
successive inch. Once the branch had followed her down as far as it could go,
it promptly catapulted her back up with dizzying speed -- sending her flying
so fast that she actually flew straight out of her hotpants.

"No, no, not agai- EEEEEKKKKKKKKK!!!!" the Indian wailed as, down to her
skimpy polka dot-patterned panties, she began the remainder of the fall.

After once again watching her whole life flash by, Pujya eventually plunged
headfirst into the filthy dark water, getting a mouthful of algae-tasting
water in the process. As she suddenly found herself sinking through the
impenetrable liquid, the scientist began to panic, and reached around herself
for something -- anything -- to grab on to. Eventually she spotted a long,
rippling tube-like object moving in front of her eyes, and without thinking,
she immediately held on to it.

Big mistake.

*BBZZZZZZZZZZ!!!* "MMPPGGHHHHH!!!" The electric eel sent a shockwave of
electricity through Pujya's body that shocked her down to the bone. After
being momentarily stunned, Pujya tumbled backwards through the water, where
she was suddenly seized by a rogue current and swept along toward unknown
destinations. Finally, faster than she could process what was happening, she
was spit out over the edge of a ten foot waterfall and landed flat on her
belly in a shallow, dirt brown lagoon.

"Uhhhhhhh," Pujya moaned as she raised her head feebly over the water. The
fall had splashed her in mud and slimy sediment, and her entire body felt like
it had been through a mangler -- but she was alive and not moving anymore.

"Well, this has been the worst day of my life," she muttered to herself, but
her mouth was only halfway above water, which caused most of the utterance to
reach the surface only as oxygen bubbles.

With great effort, she managed to get up on all fours, but as soon as she had
managed to lift her rear end above water, she was alerted by a ferocious
splashing coming from just behind her. Pujya's head instinctively turned to
look over her shoulder and caught a glimpse of an enormous set of long
sharp-toothed jaws charging at her at full speed.

"AAIIEEE!! LEAVE ME ALOOOONNEEEEEEE!!!" the Indian wailed as she began to
scramble toward the shore on all fours, with the roaring caiman only inches
behind her appetizingly jiggling brown derriere -- each luscious cheek looming
like a moving buffet in front of the hungry reptile. Finally, she managed to
crawl out of the lagoon and jump to safety onto a ledge that was elevated a
few feet above water, but not before the caiman had managed to close its jaws
around the crotch of Indian's panties and hungrily torn off a piece, taking
with it nearly all of Pujya's bushy black pubic hair.

Pujya stood up on shivering legs and inspected the damage over her shoulder.
The bottom part of her panties was now gone, leaving the rear strap to flap
freely in the wind, and her pussy had received a free, very shoddy-looking
wax.

"I can live with that," she groaned and collapsed in a pile with her
basically-naked butt pointing upwards. Before her head had hit the grass, she
had fallen into a thick dreamless sleep.

***

Scout Stone was lying on her stomach in the grass, nearly invisible in her
camouflage- patterned top and hotpants, when something interesting finally
drifted into the scope of her hunting rifle: people! She perked up and reached
for her binoculars. There seemed to be five women in the group -- all of them
young, pretty and Asian -- and they appeared to be quite lost.

"Hey sis, get your sexy butt over here! We've got new targets," she hissed
excitedly. Her sister Kelsey, who had stripped down to her bra and panties and
was half-reading some cheap paperback whilst tanning her back, immediately
grabbed her rifle and sidled out next to her sister in the grass.

"Okinawa University," Kelsey intoned, "they're just grad students."

"They might know something about that orchid that we don't. Whaddya say?"

"I say 'Hell yeah!' Let's take 'em down with tranquilizer darts and loot them
down to their skivvies!"

"Read my mind, sis."

Scout adjusted her rifle and peered into the scope again. The closest of the
Japanese girls had been tottering around aimlessly for a while, and Scout
followed her slender body -- dressed in a slightly too-big shirt and khaki
shorts -- as moved erratically around the clearing, occasionally stopping to
peer into bushes and trees. At one point, the girl bent over especially low to
investigate a fungus-infested tree trunk, putting her firm little rear in an
especially inviting position.

"Arigato," Scout chirped, just before planting a tranquilizer dart in the
center of the Japanese girl's left buttock. The victim howled with pain and
surprise, cupping her injured posterior with both hands, but pretty soon the
sleep toxin took hold of her and she fell helplessly to the ground.

The other four girls immediately gathered around their friend, trying to
ascertain what was wrong with her. One of them -- a somewhat taller girl with
a long ponytail -- went down on her knees to listen to the downed girl's
pulse, and unwisely raised up her bottom in the process.

"Dumb as a bag of hammers," Kelsey chuckled as she planted another
tranquilizer dart in the ponytailed girl's tight little tush, knocking her out
as well.

This caused a different reaction among the remaining girls, who immediately
sprang to their feet and began to move erratically around, some of them
protecting their bottoms with their hands. This provided Scout and Kelsey with
a perfect opportunity to test their skill on moving targets, and they passed
the test with ease: Scout felled one more girl with a dart to the groin,
whereas Kelsey planted another dart in the fourth girl's left boob.

With only one girl left standing -- a cute, delicate-looking thing with her
pigtails dyed magenta -- the sadistic huntresses decided to try something
different. Chuckling evilly, Scout briskly assembled her machine gun loaded
with air pellets, and took careful aim before letting off a salvo of hard (but
harmless) projectiles. The pellets peppered the poor girl all over her body,
pounding her arms, breasts and legs black and blue -- until she crumpled into
a sorry-looking pile. At that point, Kelsey mercifully decided to end the show
by putting a well-aimed tranquilizer dart straight into the crack of her
shivering bum.

"Woo-hoo!! Nice work, sis!" Scout cheered as the hunters hurried down to
investigate their prey.

"Look! They've got all kinds of snacks and food in here! And a Nintendo DS,
for crying out loud!" Kelsey whooped, rummaging through one of the girls'
fluffy pink backpacks.

"Hot damn, they brought a lotta comic books! Too bad they're in Japanese,"
Scout muttered.

"No way, this one's got Hello Kitty panties on her!" Kelsey cooed, pulling
down one of the girls' shorts. "I always wanted a pair of those!"

"Too bad they didn't bring any ammo. We expended way too many bullets on those
stupid crocodiles back there, and for nothing. Heeey, looking good, Kels!!"

Kelsey had promptly stepped out of her regular underwear and into the new
pair, and they fit her like a charm. The panties that had looked conservative
and prudishly all-covering on the Japanese girl's small posterior achieved the
opposite effect on Kelsey's bigger and rounder butt: they hugged every inch of
her juicy American ass, and the Hello Kitty face that seemed to be rising out
of her mysterious black crack became the icing on the cake: the perfect
combination of innocent play and naughty sexuality.

"Jealous?" Kelsey giggled, spinning around to show off her new acquisition
from all angles.

"Nah, it's more your thing anyway," Scout said. "Someone's gotta wear the man
pants around here, and generally that person's me."

"Hang on -- did you hear something?"

The two huntresses turned around just in time to see another duo come huffing
and puffing out of the jungle: a chesty Brazilian babe with a sniper rifle and
a miserable-looking blonde in dirty shorts and a ripped t-shirt.

"Scout! What do we do!?" Kelsey whined, covering up her panties with both
hands.

"Shoot 'em, of course!" her sister replied, and took aim at Mariela with her
hunting rifle. A tranquilizer dart whistled through the air, but the Brazilian
dodged it by tumbling stomach-first onto the ground.

Dr. Grayson turned to run, but found herself unable to do so when a hand
grabbed hold of her shorts and pulled her back in. As the flustered scientist
looked over her shoulder, she found herself staring deep into Kelsey's hungry
brown eyes.

"You're not going anywhere, blondie," the Texan chuckled, before placing her
other hand gently around Bridget's groin and hoisting her up into the air,
swinging her around a few times and finally flinging her straight at a nearby
tree. The blond scientist went flying with a high-pitched squeal and crashed
chest-first into the knotty brown trunk, the impact squashing her sizeable
boobs like deflated balloons.

"Boom!" Kelsey cried, just before two hands grabbed hold of her neck and
wrestled her down to the ground. "Ack- Help, sis! She's... got me!"

Faster than Scout could run to her sister's aid, Mariela had thrust her knee
into the huntress's back and pulled her hair back, arching the brunette's
upper body at an extremely painful angle. Scout raised her sniper rifle, took
aim and fired, but once again the Brazilian was faster. With a perfectly
executed roundhouse kick, she managed to catch the tranquilizer dart in the
sole of her sneaker, crush it against the ground, and come charging at the
Texan before she had time to reload.

"Damn, you're fast," Scout hissed as she took a swing with her rifle, which
the Brazilian dodged effortlessly. Mariela responded by sinking her fist into
Scout's soft belly -- "OOF!!" -- and following up by butting her in the head
-- *CRACK!* "AAAHHH!!" -- the latter of which finally caused the American to
drop her rifle.

"You just messed with the wrong gun-toting stranger, bitches!" Mariela cackled
as she put the shrieking brunette in a steady armlock and began to wrestle her
to the ground. "The name is MARIELA ESCOVADO, and don't you forget it!!"

"Oh yeah?" Kelsey's voice replied nearby. Mariela turned around to discover
the second huntress standing just behind her, hunting rifle loaded and legs
confidently apart, smiling as she took aim. "Well, guess what, Mariela
Escovado -- you're about to be forgotten... for good!"

Meanwhile, Dr. Bridget Grayson had awoken from her close encounter with the
barken kind, only to find the perpetrator standing only a few feet away, with
her back unwisely turned toward the blonde. Giving the huntress a quick
once-over, Bridget's attention was seized by the garish Hello Kinty panties
that clung intimately to the Texan's ample tush. Seething with rage, the
scientist snuck up behind the spread-legged brunette, grabbed hold of her
underwear and -- *RRRRIIIIPPPPPP!!!* -- gave them such a vicious tug that the
fabric shot straight up the unsuspecting brunette's tight pussy, cleaving her
vaginal lips like a split peach and disappearing almost completely inside.

"ACK!!! UHH-UHHH-AHHH," the huntress panted, unable to scream from the
explosive pain in her private parts.

"Remember me!?" Bridget growled in Kelsey's ear, tugging the panties even
further up her sweaty snatch and shivering ass.

"AYAYAY!! Fuckin' A, blondie!!" Mariela cheered, before swiping the rifle out
of the moaning huntress's hands and shoving the hard, metallic butt straight
up her wedgie- ridden cooch. The impact produced a hideous *crack!* as metal
connected with pubic bone, and Kelsey immediately toppled over like a felled
redwood.

"And this is for my BOOBS!!" Bridget roared as she fired a final kick up the
whimpering brunette's almost entirely exposed rump, drawing a defeated yelp as
her toe nudged the huntress's sore, well-wedgie'd asshole.

"Hey, blondie, hand me that rifle, will ya?" Mariela asked. "It's time to send
these yankee bitches to dreamland for a while."

"Who you calling yankee, fat-ass!?" a voice replied from between Mariela's
legs. It turned out that Scout was far from down for the count, and she
quickly made that known by wrapping her fingers around the Brazilian babe's
unprotected crotch and twisting it painfully. "I'm SOUTHERN and PROUD of it!!"

"YYEEEOOOOWWWWW!!!" Mariela wailed as Scout's iron grip began to turn her
womanhood into mincemeat. As the huntress continued to squeeze and twist
harder and harder, Mariela raised her ass higher and higher to escape the
clutches of her enemy, which provided the huntress with a perfect opportunity
to begin to slither out from beneath the strong bronze-colored legs.
Eventually, she had crawled far enough to reach the hunting rifle, which she
immediately pointed straight at her wailing prey's sizeable Brazilian glutes.

"Say nighty-night," the huntress chuckled as she jabbed the gunpipe into the
center of Mariela's hotpants-covered ass -- grazing her quivering anus-- and
prepared to pull the trigger. However, just as her finger wrapped itself
around the firing mechanism, an explosive pain in her left shin caused her to
drop the rifle and scream to high heavens.

"AAAIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!"

In the nick of time, Bridget Grayson had snuck up behind the combatants and
stomped the huntress on her shin, bringing the fight to a close. Still moaning
with pain, Mariela escaped the Texan's painful crotch-hold, picked up the
Texan by the collar of her shirt and threw her as far away as she could
muster. The whimpering brunette flew through the air and eventually collided
headfirst with a large, withered-looking banyan tree.

Kelsey had just roused herself from her half-consciousness when Mariela
hoisted her up by her stretched-out panties -- drawing a shocked gasp as the
panties once again stung her sore privates -- and threw her in the same
direction. The squealing brunette landed chest-first next to her sister, her
well-wedgie'd ass reflexively bouncing up from the impact.

"You think we're done here?" Scout growled, rubbing her aching shin and
forehead. "Fat chance, we've only just STARTED!!"

However, as soon as she had finished her sentence, the ground beneath the two
sisters appeared to suddenly collapse, and the Texans landed ass-first in a
newly created hole of dirt. The explanation behind this mysterious incident
only became clear about five seconds later, when a surge of restless movement
began to well up beneath the surprised huntresses' sweaty bottoms.

"Giant snapper ants," Dr. Grayson concluded. "Oh geez, those girls are in for
a world of pain."

"What the he- OOOOHHH!! WHAT'S HAPPENI- AAAIIEE!! OOOHH!! EEEKKK!!"

"N-noooo- AAIIEE!! GET THEM O- AAAHH!! OOOOHHH!! GET THEM OFF ME!!"

Bridget and Mariela stood with their arms crossed, enjoying from afar the
spectacle of the two Americans dancing and shrieking with pain. Thick streams
of black ants were now covering both girls' legs, as well as pouring into
every available crevice: shoes, pantlegs, flies and panty hems. Amusingly for
the onlookers, each huntress's gestures and facial expression signaled exactly
how far the insects had come: when Scout yelped especially loud and clutched
her crotch, it was abundantly clear where the ants had found a new opening to
inspect, and when Kelsey gave up a violated squeal and her hands flew to her
panty-clad bottom, it was obvious that the ants had located a hitherto
unnoticed "rear" entrance.

"HEEELP!!! IT H-HUUUUURTS- AAAHH!! EEEKKK!! THEY'RE EVERYWHERE!!! AAIIIEEEE!!"

"TH-THEY'RE IN MY BUTT!! AAAHH!! EEEEHH!! SCOUT, G-GET THEM OUT OF M-MY BUTT!!
OOOHHH!!"

"Dance, you stupid Americanas!!" Mariela cackled, pumping her fist. "And don't
stop, or your white asses are ANT CHOW!!"

As soon as the sisters had managed to climb out of the collapsed ant hill,
they dashed off into the jungle as fast as they could, shedding articles of
clothing along the way. Tops, shorts and eventually bras and panties littered
the escape route, and finally the disgraced and naked huntresses disappeared
in the foliage -- the last thing visible to their foes being two curvy white
butts with obvious tan lines and an alarming black static of ants covering
every inch of them.

"YES, RUNNNNN, YOU CADELAS!!! You YANK COWARDS!!" the bounty huntress roared
after them, and concluded by whooping loudly for a full minute.

"Well, that was a headache," Bridget sighed and sat down in the dirt. "We
can't risk that happening again."

"And we WON'T, blondie, because NEXT time WE'LL be the ones shooting first!"
Mariela said, slapping her reluctant companion on the back. "That rifle
belongs to YOU!"

Bridget looked at the discarded hunting rifle. She had very little experience
with firearms, but as she stood looking at it, some very intriguing ideas
began popping up in her mind. She picked it up and inspected the ammo holder:
eight tranquilizer darts were now at her fingertips.

"What's the matter? Never seen a gun before?" the bounty huntress laughed.
"Now let's go -- we haven't got all day!"

Dr. Grayson looked at her companion and nodded. But as the two treaded their
way through the dense vegetation, Bridget's eyes remained locked to her
tormentor's back, butt and hips as she tried to calculate what spot would be
the easiest to hit from a safe distance...

***

After many hours of slicing and dicing their way through dense vegetation,
Tang and Melissa found their way impeded by a seemingly uncrossable river.
Oblivious to any danger, Melissa began to wade through the water, but Tang
immediately stopped her with a hand on her shoulder.

"Don't go any further," she cautioned. "If those fresh fish skeletons over
there are any indication, this river is swarming with piranhas."

As if prodded with a red hot poker, Melissa exited the river with a squeal and
hid bashfully behind her fellow traveler. The latter stood by the river for a
long while, just observing, until finally a solution came upon her.

"These vines are all part of some network up there in the canopy," she
muttered, shaking a random vine here and there, "that means at least one of
them ought to be connected to a tree on the other side."

And sure enough, eventually a thick, aged vine that fit Tang's description
fell down with a hefty splat, creating a diagonal bridge to a tree on the
other side of the river.

"Help me secure this to that banyan tree over there," Tang commanded, and soon
enough, the vine had been stretched so tautly that it could be traversed.

"Since I'm probably, uh... a little bit lighter than you -- JUST a little
bit," Tang added when she saw the hurt look on the blonde's face, "why don't
you climb over first, so that I can adjust the vine from this end if you need
it?"

"Oh, that's nice, call me fat, will you?" Melissa replied, pouting. "If this
vine can hold you, it can sure as hell hold me."

"Fine! There's no time to argue, so I guess I'll go first. Now, pay close
attention, because I can tell from the look in your eyes that you have no clue
about how to go about this."

Nimbly, Tang grabbed hold of the vine with all fours, swung over into
upside-down position and began to slowly crawl across the murky yellow river.
As she progressed, the vine began to droop lower and lower, occassionally
coming perilously close to the surface of the water -- at one point her
backside hovered only a few inches above it -- but as she passed the halfway
point, the vine rose up again until eventually she had been carried safely
across the water.

"That's how it's done! Now let's see you try!" she cried across the river.

Melissa's trek across began with much less confidence. Tang noticed with a mix
of horror and embarrassment that she was attempting to walk across the vine
like a line dancer -- an endeavour that was not only insanely dangerous but
would also in all likelihood bring the vine below the surface of the water.

"You need to hang upside down! UPSIDE DOWN!!! Dammit, LISTEN TO ME!!" Tang
yelled, in vain.

When Melissa had progressed about a third across, the vine had sunk entirely
below water, so that the blonde's naked feet were entirely submerged in the
murky liquid. Slowly but steadily, a sinister darkness began to form in the
surrounding waters, approaching the clueless Westerner from all directions.

Soon thereafter, the first piranhas struck. Within seconds, one piranha was
nibbling on each of the blonde's helplessly exposed feet, sending her into a
state of panic.

"OOOUUCCCHH!! OOOWWW!!! WHA- HEEEELP!!! HEEEELP!!!"

The shock and pain caused the white girl to lose all her sense of balance and
slip on the wet vine, a mishap that sent her falling crotch-first onto the
thick vine, legs akimbo. The impact of mushy blond snatch connecting with
hard, rubbery vine sent tremors of pain pulsating through the girl's body,
paralyzing her long enough for the next piranhas to be served an even more
appetizing smorgasbord than the earlier ones.

One immediately went for the blonde's succulent left breast, chomping down on
the erect pink nipple with greedy appetite. "AIIIEEE!!" Another began to
nibble on her nubile, meaty thigh, finding much to appreciate. "OOOOHHH!!"
Finally, a third one went straight for the girl's keister, sinking its sharp
teeth into a ripe half-exposed ass cheek with relish. "EEEEYYAAAHHH!!!" This
last attack finally provided the impetus required to get the unlucky blonde
moving again, and she began to plow through the water, half swimming and half
climbing the vine, driven forth by the combined pain in her toes, tits, thighs
and ass.

"Make for the fallen tree!! Change course- ah, dammit, she's not a bright one,
is she?" Tang said to herself, shaking her head. "Never mind, grab the branch
I'm holding out! MAKE FOR THE BRANCH NOW!!!"

As the blonde began to approach the opposite side of the river, her
misfortunes only grew in number. A group of unusually ferocious piranhas had
already reduced her top and shorts to tiny strips, leaving her completely
naked except for her tiny ass-hugging yellow panties, whose scant protection
and maddening tightness around the groin area only seemed to attract a greater
number of piranhas. One of them had made straight for her juicy, visibly cleft
cameltoe -- "EEEKKKK!!" -- while another was currently in the process of
worming itself into her panties from behind, its sharp fin sliding ominously
along the crack of her shapely white derriere.

"Grab the branch!! DO IT NOW!!"

Finally, the blonde came within reach of the branch, and Tang could hoist her
out of the predator- infested waters with a mighty tug. And boy, was she a
miserable sight: drenched, shivering and with her hair riddled with vines,
algae and water plants, she looked like some kind of water nymph whose native
element had violently turned against her. Two small piranhas hung from her
trembling, round breasts, nibbling contentedly on her salmon-colored nipples,
whilst others were clinging on to her arms, thighs, midsection, calves,
buttocks and even her nose with their powerful jaws.

"OOWW!! EEEKK! G-G-G-GET THEM OFF ME!! OOOHHH!! N-N-NOW!!"

"All right then... lie down on your back with your legs in the air. And try
not to squirm too much -- this is gonna take a while."

The squealing, sobbing blonde did as she was told, and Tang squatted in front
of her. Gently, with a nurse's detachment, she slid off the blonde's tattered
panties, leaving her completely naked from tits to bush. Leaning forward to
inspect the damage, she noticed the squirming little fish-tail poking out of
the white girl's anus, jammed in between the pert pink buns like some alien
butt-plug.

"Stupid blond bimbos," Tang sighed, before biting down and going to work. She
had a feeling that her ears were going to hurt a lot in the coming hour.

***

Lora Craft stood naked on the edge of the cool spring, delighting in the
feeling of cold droplets on her perky breasts. She exhaled a couple of times,
feeling completely at ease. It had been two years since her humiliation at the
hands of Ling's Counter-Raiding Bureau, a time which she had spent mostly in
mopey seclusion, wandering her trophy halls and re-living past glories. It
felt good to be out in the open again. To feel the wind in her hair and the
tropical rain on her face, as in old times...

She dove gracefully into the spring and swam toward the bottom. As she slid
through the water with powerful, perfectly executed strokes, she recalled all
the praise that newspapers had showered over her swimming skills in her
heyday. "As prodigious a swimmer as anyone alive," one in- fatuated journalist
had written, "Lora Craft has thwarted countless pursuers who underestimated
her affinity with the moist element". "The Uncrowned Queen of the
Breast-Stroke", another had called her. Feeling giddy with self-admiration,
she kicked off against the bottom and swam back to the surface, only to find
that a surprise was in store for her back on land.

Three native women, wearing only loincloths, were standing around her camp and
inspecting her belongings. One was holding up her handguns with a quizzical
look on her face, while another one was digging through the pockets of her
shorts. The third was holding up Lora's lacy white panties against the sun and
whistling.

Keeping her calm, the ex-temple raider silently wormed her way out of the
spring and crawled toward her backpack, which contained her guns. The moment
she had reached it, however, she was greeted by the unpleasant sensation of a
sharp wooden shard poking her gently in the derriere.

"Srivikala! Akushani!" a sharp voice cried out behind her.

Thinking on her feet, the temple raider reached around and snatched the spear
out of the native's hands, but her resolve quickly died down when two new
spears appeared out of nowhere, aimed at her back. A hand shoved her brusquely
down on all fours, and a moment later, the naked brunette found herself
completely surrounded.

The natives of the Maati tribe were all women. They were lean and almost a
whole foot shorter than she was, with gleaming coffee-colored skin and bushy
black hair decorated with feathers in all colors. They wore loincloths made of
grass and nothing else, like an ensemble of gothic, deranged hula dancers.

One woman -- possibly the chieftain -- squatted in front of Lora and grabbed
her face by the chin. The native's dark eyes burrowed into the Englishwoman's
blue ones, and after a long while, she declared in a matter-of-fact tone:
"Cow-udder!"

A cheer went up from the other natives, and some of them began to prod the
flustered temple raider with their spears until the chieftain raised her hand,
making them stop.

The native cupped her hands around Lora's naked white breasts and gave them a
careful squeeze. She inspected her pink nipples and twisted them gently. "Many
milk!" she declared, once again to much cheering.

"Look, this is extremely insulting. Why don't yo- UMMPPPHHH!!!" the Western
woman protested until the chieftain jammed a large tuft of grass into her
mouth, shutting her up. This caused more appreciative cheers and titters from
the natives, with some of them making mooing noises.

The chieftain walked over to Lora's other end and squatted in front of her
upturned bottom. She reached in between the white woman's legs and ran her
finger along her sensitive slit. This caused Lora's whole body to tense up,
and sent an involuntary spasm of embarrassed pleasure through her body (damn,
that native had a skillful touch!). The chieftain proceeded to stick her
finger into the orifice all the way up to her knuckle, pull it out and then
lick it thoughtfully.

"Taste like tapir!" she declared, to derisive laughter from the others in the
group.

Lora Craft's face grew beet red with anger and humiliation, but she decided
not to push her luck by protesting again. Next, the chieftain began to fondle
and squeeze her buttocks, kneading them like dough and occasionally slapping
them gently to test their jiggling capacity. Finally, she parted the round
white cheeks and inspected the small pink starfish hidden between them,
leaning in with her face to smell it.

"Cow-ham big and jiggly. Hole small and tight. Perfect for offering," the
chieftain said, drawing loud cheers and chants from the increasingly unruly
natives. Once again, Lora felt the tips of spears brushing against her
vulnerable, naked body and hands grabbing hold of various parts of her
anatomy.

"Offering?? W-wait! N-nooo!!" the temple raider stammered, just before a
spear-wielding native leapt on top of her back and began to ride her like a
horse, spanking her on the ass with her spear whilst whooping loudly. "Leave
me alone!!! OOHHH!! Th-that hurts!!"

"Enough!!"

This unexpected command on behalf of the chieftain stopped all the commotion
at once. With a curious look on her face, she held up a small object for
everyone to see. It turned out to be Lora's little scrapbook, containing
photos and brief descriptions of all the other confirmed orchid hunters, which
she kept in her trouser-pocket at all times for easy identification of
strangers.

"More cow-udders? More like you?" the chieftain asked, holding up the
scrapbook in front of the prisoner with a hopeful grin on her face.

"Y-y-yes, many more!!" Lora replied, nodding vigorously. "In fact," she
snatched the scrapbook out of the native's hands and turned to a certain page,
as a plan was quickly forming in her overclocking brain, "many of them are
even more... um... meaty than I am. And some of them are far more exotic --
really, they would be quite a catch for your... uh... whatever you're planning
to do with us."

"Show, no talk!" the chieftain barked.

"OK, OK... here, look at this one, for instance. Isn't she something?"

The picture of Amanda Fairchild, the world-famous actress and blond bombshell,
instantly did the trick. Soon, the natives were whooping and cackling at the
picture of the curvy starlet, with her exotic golden hair, icy blue eyes and
-- especially -- her super-size bosom.

"I knew you'd like her," Lora cooed, her confidence in her scheme quickly
building. "She is out there somewhere in the jungle, surrounded by dozens of
other wom... um... cow-udders just like her. And I can take you to them!"

"Do they also have many milk? Pink milk-buds? Big cow-hams and small tight
holes, suitable for offering?"

"D-do they? If you only knew! They all have the daintiest, pinkest nip...
milk-buds you've ever seen, and their backsides jiggle with every step, like
this but MUCH MUCH more. I tell you, I'll take you to them tomorrow, if you
only agree to let me go afterwards!!"

The chieftain remained silent for a while, mulling over this suggestion.
Finally, she broke into a wide smile and motioned for the temple raider to
stand up.

"We are agree," she said, but before Lora had time to breathe a sigh of
relief, the chieftain darted forward and grabbed the brunette hard by the
chin, "but if you with we play foolish games, you will no longer be worthy
offering for Flogging Goddess. Then you will be only worthy offering for
hungry caimans."

"I... I understand," Lora stammered, and was promptly released to nurse her
smarting chin.

"Makiwali! Prepare for travel! We go tonight! The treacherous long-cow will
show us way to her sisters before sunrise," the chieftain shouted, to a chorus
of cheers and whooping from her tribe.

During all this commotion, Lora stared down into the grass, feeling queasy at
what had just happened. She had, to put it mildly, landed herself in a bit of
a pickle. How the hell would she able to find one wayward starlet in a jungle
bigger than the Isle of Wight -- in one day? And if she managed to do it,
would the natives not be disappointed to find out that there was only one and
not dozens of her, as she had promised?

"I never thought I'd say this," Lora mumbled to herself as she slid her
shapely bum back into her tight lacy panties, "but right now I almost wish I'd
had another run-in with those damn counter-raiders instead..."

TO BE CONTINUED