Jungle clash
By Soxs



     She had just beaten her arch rival in the professional wrestling 
circuit.  It had been a winner take all fight that had proven to be most 
violent and bloody.  Her name was Rippling Rita in the ring...Rita to her 
close friends. Her physique was statuesque and she stood five feet eleven 
inches tall.  Her dark skin was as smooth as a baby's bottom and her face was 
as beautiful as any model that ever glided down a spotlighted rimmed 
runway.
   Part of her huge purse for the harsh match was set aside for a trip that 
she had always wanted to take.  Being an Afro American,she had wanted to 
visit her roots.  In reality,her opponent had also received a huge purse,
but the public would never know that fact.  Both fighters opted for a long 
rest after their fight and Rita would get her's on safari in Zaire,Africa.
    The flight was uneventful and long.  On arrival she was met by her tour 
guide and they headed off to begin their journey into the jungle,to
tour the villages that layed deep inside the lush rain forests of the region. 
 They set up their gear and loaded the range rover for the trek into
the hidden land of her ancestors.  Everything had been arranged for her in 
the tour package,including clothes.  Proper attire for such journeys was 
paramount.  Trodding through the thick jungle demanded safari boots that
were laced up to mid leg.  Khaki pants and shirt of tan suited the trek 
because of their light material and neutral color.  She was also given 
several pairs of heavily knitted cream colored knee socks that were worn
cuffed at the tops in bulky folds,insurance against snake bites and leaches.  
A pith helmet was the last piece of needed attire for bats and tree climbing 
nasties. Rita sat mesmerized as her guide,dressed in the same attire,wheeled 
their range rover through the rough roads and into the jungle's forbidden 
regions.  She reached down to the bulky cuffs of her socks and held onto them 
as they bounced along the crude roads.  It
was a stunning sight to see the sun peering through the large trees and brush 
that covered the jungle floor.  Rita mentioned the softness of the material 
of the knee socks to her guide.  He assured her that although the were quite 
soft and comfortable,they also did the job against biting predators,showing 
her the small teeth marks on his cuffed sock.  A rather irate monkey had 
rushed him from under a bush and latched onto his leg.
If not for the thick,bulky material of the sock,he surely would have been
seriously injured,possibly receiving the deadly aids virus as well.  Rita
caressed her cuffed socks and hoped they would not be needed for anything 
other than comfort inside her soft safari boots.  The guide 
laughed and drove on into the morning light,deeper into the mysterious 
land.
    The trip went well,with the two stopping off at various villages along 
the way,meeting the people and receiving warm,friendly receptions.  All
that is until the last stop on the trek.   The village of Buta.  To reach 
it,Rita and her guide had to hide their vehicle and hike five miles through
thick underbrush.  They saw many creatures along the way,but escaped any 
dangerous situations.  On entering the village,they were intercepted by the 
local warriors who guarded their people against outside intruders.
On seeing the familiar face of the tour guide,they lowered their weapons
and escorted them into the center of the settlement.  Small huts lined an 
open area that had been cut back from the vast expanse of jungle.  The 
villagers came to see the new visitor,marveling at her muscular body.  She
smiled warmly as the village's top warrior slid his hands over her 
rippling arm muscles.  He looked down at her legs and uttered something
that sounded lustful at best.  She grinned and moved closer to her tour 
guide.  He uttered something back to the warrior who laughed and returned to 
his duties.  Rita and her guide were led to a hut and made welcomed.  They 
were fed and given cool native drinks that Rita found to make her somewhat 
aggressive.  During the night,she repeatedly awoke her tour guide and forced 
him to wrestle with her.  Something in those drinks made her crave bodily 
contact and her roomy was the target of choice.  He had long since become 
immune to the mysterious concoction
and simply humored Rita between cat naps between rounds of  head locks and 
bear hugs.  By morning,the tour guide was exhausted. Rita was hungover.
   The villagers milled about outside the visitor's hut,whispering amongst
themselves and looking towards the large hut that sat alone on the top of a 
hill, overlooking the other huts.  The guide emerged into the daylight and 
noticed the crowd.  He knew that look among the village people and 
sighed as he followed his escort to the single hut that sat alone.  The 
woman escort announced herself and led the tour guide inside.  There sat
the village queen, a plush throne under her.  She was stunningly beautiful
and her body was equal to any muscle builder in the world.  Her dark skin 
shined from the oils that were adorned to her from her servants. She greeted 
her old friend and invited him to join her in some refreshments.
He smiled and the queen inquired about his still sleeping tourist.  She 
wanted to know if she was worthy enough to join her in a ceremonial fest
that the villagers called, maugumbwa.  He nodded yes and the queen asked him 
if the tourist would be willing to join her in this ancient fest.  He 
shrugged his head in doubt,knowing the story of Rita's last match,and told
the queen that it was possible,but not a sure thing.  The queen,who spoke 
broken English,assured him that the tourist would come around and see it
her way.  When the queen requested something,she was not denied. In this 
case,a hefty dose of that native liquid would guarantee a certain fest event. 
 The guide was told to bring the tourist to her at noon for a social visit.  
He agreed and after a friendly visit with the queen, left to show his tourist 
around the area.  Rita enjoyed the adventure and returned to the village with 
her guide to find a large area in the center of the village 
covered in heavy padded quilt like coverings that were sewn snugly together.  
The surface was a large rectangular matted stage for an unknown act,at least 
unknown to Rita.
     The villagers cheered the bewildered Rita as she and her guide were led 
to the queen's hut.  Inside,the queen sat attired in a snug fitting sarong 
that highlighted her rather large breasts.  She wore a skin tight
cotten short that matched her sarong color of black. Rita took a double take 
at the equally statuesque woman in front of her and the women greeted each 
other with friendly handshakes.  The guide sat back and watched as the women 
engaged in cordial chat,noticing the native drinks that were being poured for 
both.  He opted for the beer that had been air
dropped in by mistake weeks earlier.  Rita was attired in her usual tan
safari gear and the queen admired her outfit.  Rita returned the compliment 
to the queen's attire,inquiring about the sporty look she 
emitted in such clothing.  The queen assured her that she only wore this 
outfit for special occasions and that today was to be one such occasion.
Rita smiled and sipped her drink,unaware that she would soon be under it's 
spell.  The queen sipped her own drink,vulnerable to it's ultimate 
effects,and eyed her visitor from head to toe.  The guide could feel the 
electricity in the air as the women slowed their talk and eyed each other
up and down.  Rita finally got around to asking the queen about the matted 
area being carefully set up in the village square.  The queen 
slowly told Rita all about the fest ceremony and Rita listened intently.
The servants were careful not to give Rita any more than two of the 
mysterious drinks.  On hearing the explanation of the fest event, Rita 
inquired as to the combatants.  The queen smiled broadly and answered
that she would be one of the fighters.  Her opponent would be Rita, if she 
accepted the challenge.
   The fest was an unarmed fight to a finish between two females in the 
village.  No interference was allowed from the bystanders and the fight would 
continue until one of the fighters gave up or was knocked out. Fists
were allowed as well as kicks,scratches,bites,hair pulls,knees,and anything 
else either fighter choose to use.  Rita,feeling the effects of the second 
drink,accepted the queen's challenge and was led outside,with the queen,who 
made the announcement to the waiting people.  "The tourist has accepted my 
challenge to engage me in the maugumbwa!",she said. The crowd cheered as Rita 
and the queen stood side by side and waved to them.  "We will fight tonight 
at dusk!"said the queen.  Rita motioned her okay and she and the guide went 
off to prepare for the evening's fight.
    The queen retired to her hut and was given a massage,her fest gear washed 
in sweet smelling liquid and hung to dry. She had donned the outfit to 
practice her combat skills and to check it's comfort level.  This outfit 
would see it's first combat this evening.  Her other fest attire had worn out 
from numerous struggles and pulls.  Rita was surrounded by female servants 
and given the same treatment.  She dug out her sports bra
and bathing suit bottoms which the servants washed in the same sweet smelling 
liquid.  Outside each hut of the two women,their ourfits hung in the cool air 
to dry.  The male villagers gawked at the skimpy clothes and
giggled to themselves in excitement of the coming fest event.
    An hour before dusk a messenger was sent to Rita's hut. She said that the 
queen had taken notice of Rita's thick safari socks and wished to try them 
on.  The queen had not donned such apparel in her jungle setting but had seen 
similar items in the past and wanted to know the feeling of the thick padded 
material against her skin.  Rita reached into her clothing 
duffel bag and handed a fresh pair to the messenger.  As the messenger 
examined the bulky items in her hands,Rita instructed her to ask the queen if 
she would prefer to wear them for the fight. The messenger said 
that she would relay the message and return with an answer quickly.  Five 
minutes later,the answer came back...yes.  Rita added another fresh pair of 
the thick socks to her neatly layed out outfit and prepared to get ready for 
the battle.
    As the queen and Rita dressed for combat in their huts,the mysterious 
native drink was delivered to both and they drank it in moderate volumn. 
A secret ingredient in the liquid caused the adrenalin level to rise,along 
with another side effect...the lust for violent body contact.  By the time 
the escorts came for each woman, the queen and Rita were bursting with 
the desire to inflict harm on each other.  In cases like this,when a 
prearranged fight was planned,the victims of the mysterious drink thought 
only of their future opponent and did not pose any danger to any innocent 
bystanders. The escorts led each woman to the village center,it
glowed brightly from the torches that surrounded the square. They each had 
opted to walk to the mat barefooted,carrying the socks with them.
The queen and Rita pulled on the thick knee socks as soon as they stepped 
onto the heavy matted rectangle.  The crowd of villagers surrounded the mat 
and cheered wildly as the seconds for each woman bound their hair in tight 
buns and spoke to each in inflamatory tones.  The women glared at each 
other,insane with hate and violence.  The village elder stepped to the center 
of the mat and wished both women a fair and injury free fight.
The crowd knew better.  The drink the women had consumed transformed them 
into hellish  warriors who would stop at nothing now to destroy the other. 
The elder stepped away and the women wasted no time in moving to each 
other.
    Rita and the village queen careened across the mat from opposite corners 
and collided at center mat.  They immediatedly exploded into a 
body to body embrace,each wildly trying to grasp the other and squeeze with 
harsh intent.  The women struggled about the torch surrounded rectangle in a 
most violent double bear hug that locked them together in a
breast to breast mash of humanity.  Rita and the queen growled and groaned as 
they fought face to face,glaring wildly into each others eyes.
So consumed in violent rage,the women bared their teeth and attacked each 
other about their upper bodies,biting dreadfully into soft fleshy
breasts and shoulders.  Their breasts being both rather large,the smashing 
effect between them forced their breasts to buldge upwards and into teeth 
gnawing range.  With snarls and growls,the women stood
stationary at one end of the mat,and bit into each other while squeezing 
their bodies together as one.
   Rita chewed at her opponent's right breast as the queen gnawed at her 
opponent's left shoulder.  Their bulky material socks ground together as 
their legs and feet were pressed close together in this most painful standing 
battle.  Sweat began to pour from both fighters,even though the
jungle night air had turned quite cool,as it did during this time of year.
Rita shifted her attack to the queen's other breast, the queen helped herself 
to Rita's right breast,and they stood in agony but  continued to battle on 
without pause.  The queen and Rita stayed locked in their biting war but 
managed to haul off an occasional hard punch to each others bodies as they 
fought on in the torch lighted village square.  The queen
released her teeth from Rita and leaned back a bit. Out of breath,she rammed 
a devestating punch to Rita's face,unlocking her teeth from the queen and 
splitting her lips.  Blood splattered between them,staining their clothing. 
Rita staggered back a few steps and roared out in a most savage cry.  The 
queen answered her in the same manner and the two women thundered into each 
other,setting off an exchange of lefts and rights that punched into them with 
cruel results.  Each woman embraced the other with one arm while pummeling 
away with the other. Punches 
slammed into their sweaty bodies and beautiful faces as their legs struggled 
to keep them on their feet.  They struggled around the rectangled mat and 
fought in close combat as their socks dragged against the heavy mat under 
them.
     Rita got in a brain shaking right bolo punch that staggered the queen 
back. Rita followed her opponent and slammed two more  combinations
into her stomach and face.  The queen spun to the ground and wailed loudly as 
Rita raced to the opposite end of the mat and with both fists ready,ran 
across the mat and leaped high into the air,her target,the queen.  The queen 
saw her coming and rolled out of harm's way just in time.  Rita slammed to 
the matted surface and the queen climbed onto her back in a full length body 
to body manner.  The queen reached around Rita's neck and began choking her 
from behind as she layed prone on her back.  Rita gagged and gasped as the 
queen choked her with both arms.
The trapped woman's right hand found it's mark and her finger nails duig deep 
into the queen's right cheek.  Small nails dug into the queen's cheek as the 
choking continued in earnest.  The queen and Rita cried out in pain
as they attempted to destroy each other in a lust for violence.  The queen 
could take no more of Rita's nail attack and released her opponent,rolling 
away from her and getting to her knees.  Rita fought for air and sat 
exhausted at center mat.  The crowd shouted encouragement to both 
fighters.
    The queen was given a drink of the mysterious necture as she paused from 
the fight and Rita received one as well.  They chugged down the liquid and 
advanced towards each other on their knees. The women locked together into a 
mutual bear hug and fought a squeezing confict that froze the crowd of 
onlookers.  Silence fell over the crowd as the bloody and battered women 
kneeled in tight combat,squeezing the breath from each other and causing 
great pain between them.  Rita grunted as she tried to 
throw her struggling opponent over to the side but the queen held her ground 
and fought Rita to a stalemate.  The women kneeled there in the glow of the 
torches,weeping and groaning as they fought with determined 
expressions on their swollen faces.  
   The queen released her right arm and fired a barrage of upper cuts to 
Rita's ribs. She plowed one punch after another into the muscular body of her 
opponent.  Rita cried out with each blow but squeezed her foe even tighter 
now.  The queen used both fists now,trying to escape Rita's vice like grasp 
around her.  The fists thwacked loudly against Rita's body as the queen 
gaspsed in raspy tones at Rita's bear hug attack.  Rita's hair was next to be 
attacked by the queen.  She clamped her two swollen hands into Rita's dark 
hair and pulled viciously.  Rita screamed out and 
dug her arms deeper around the queen.  Ripping sounds were heard as clumps of 
Rita's hair came out at the roots.   Still she held the devastating bear hug 
on the jungle queen.   The queen moved her bloody mouth in position for 
another biting attack on Rita's breasts,but the screaming woman saw it and 
released the queen,shifting to a bare fisted
attack on the queen's breasts.  She slammed her punches deep into the large 
mounds of the queen,who shrieked with each blow. Continuous uppercuts slammed 
into the soft orbs,sending them bouncing to and fro.
The queen countered by using the same tactic,breast punching her 
opponent,punch for punch.
    The combat slowed to a crawl as both women were now exhausted from their 
vicious encounter.  Rita leaned against the queen and slowly 
wrapped her in a loose clinch.  The queen responded in kind and they kneeled 
silently,clinched in a loose embrace.  Rita sobbed freely as her
opponent weeped softly,faces against each other,breasts lightly brushing 
breasts.  The crowd commented softly amongst themselves as they watched the 
battle unfold.  The women's socks were in heaps at their ankles,their tops 
and shorts soaked in sweat and blood.  The queen and Rita stayed idle for 
numerous minutes as they rested against each other.
The stillness was broken when the queen gently slid her hands along Rita's 
sides and down to her buttocks.  As Rita held on,the queen launched herself 
against the resting tourist and managed to bring them to the mat.
Rita was too slow to react and the queen mounted her in a full front to front 
pin from head to toe.  Rita whimpered as the queen wrapped her arms around 
her in an upper body embrace,squeezing what breath she had left. The queen 
intertwined her legs with Rita's and stretched them tightly. They layed there 
wrapped in a straining mass of muscles.   Rita
relaxed her grasp and went limp.  The queen failed to notice,causing the 
village elder to intervene.  He gently pulled the queen off the unconscience 
Rita and helped her to her feet.  He announced,"The queen is
victorious,long live the queen!!!"  The crowd cheered their leader and 
applauded the beaten woman. Rita was carried to the witch doctor's hut
and treated for numerous injuries.  The queen was escorted to her hut and 
treated for her wounds by the witch doctor's assistant. Her wounds were not 
as serious as Rita's. The crowd dispersed  and the village went silent 
again,except for the wild things that prowl in the night of the jungle.

The End