Got Gal, Sara Kraft and Jungle Babe
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“The Lust Artifact”
Chapter 2
by General Exeter
As you recall – when last we looked in on our curvaceous cunnies, Jungle Babe had contacted her friends Got Gal and Sara Kraft to help track down a mutation that had manifested in the upper reaches of the Amazon Basin. When the sultry jungle queen and the top-heavy Tomb Huntress rekindled old sparks, they eagerly welcomed Delta City’s voluptuous blonde avenger to share in their recreation as only ladies can Now, denuded by Scavenger Ants, and having survived the perils of Bondage Grass, prowling jaguars and poisonous Death-needles, they struggle to reach the Valley of Cajamarca – wherein awaits the freak of nature they mean to destroy, and the cursed Temple that created it.
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In the morning, Got Gal awoke to a sharp pinching on her tits. When she opened her eyes, she found her ample breasts covered in tiny brown bats, all scrambling and scratching to gnaw on her nipples. Lady Kraft and Jungle Babe, still fast asleep, were likewise infested. Fearfully, she shook her friends awake
Jungle Babe quickly recognized their plight. “They’re harmless,” she dismissed, “They’re just looking for some breakfast.”
Lady Kraft cursed and tried to sweep the pests from her tits.
“Stop that,” Jungle Babe berated her, “You’ll hurt them – they’re just babies!”
“They’re bats!” Sara shot back, “Don’t they have diseases or something?”
“Don’t worry about that,” the blonde jungle heroine dismissed, “Their teeth are too little to cut you.” Playfully hefting her huge melons, she cooed to the creatures, “Sorry, babies, no milk in these udders – they’re only for show.”
“Well, what do we do about them?” the disgusted Adventuress asked.
“Just step outside. They’ll fly away in the sunlight.”
The three buxom heroines emerged from their hideaway, and the bats suckling on them scattered in a flurry of tiny flapping wings. The morning sun hung low and red on the horizon, bathing them in welcome heat.
Lady Kraft studied her surroundings and asked, “You think we’ll get to Cajamarca today, Jungle Babe?”
“Within an hour or two,” the jungle heroine replied. Nodding to the west, she said, “It’s just over that rise.”
They resumed their trek and reached the crest before noon. Below them, veiled in a slowly lifting mist, lay a gorge choking with thick black jungles and resounding with the cries of birds and wild animals, beyond which stretched a glassy lake under a high plateau – the Cajamarca Valley.
“Isn’t it beautiful?” the awed Jungle Babe whispered, “So exotic, so wild – like the Jungle Goddess’s cunt, just waiting for me to explore her.”
Lady Kraft glanced at her mesmerized friend then traded looks with Got Gal, brows puckered. Clearly, they did not share her fascination.
“So, which way?” the bold Adventuress asked.
“I saw the creature near that lake,” Got Gal said, pointing, “But the Temple is to the north of that – and about a mile up from the shoreline, I’d say.”
They began their steep descent into the gorge. Reaching the bottom, they came to a narrow stream and forded it easily. Beyond stood a pair of large willow trees with an enormous spider-web stretched between them, shimmering in morning dew. On this crawled many arachnids, each about six inches wide and sporting multicolored stripes.
“Look!” Jungle Babe shouted, “Sugar Spiders!” Excitedly, she ran to the web and held out her hand for one of the creatures to crawl into.
“Are they safe?” Got Gal asked warily, “They look like they bite.”
“No, they’re harmless,” the jungle heroine replied, “Just don’t disturb their web – they don’t like it.” As one of the creatures climbed into her proffered palm, she said, “Now watch what they do.”
The creature quickly scampered down Jungle Babe’s arm, leaving a trail of white dots behind it. The spider scurried swiftly around her body, across her breasts, spiraling up and down her legs, across her face and into her hair, around her neck, around and around, this way and that way, covering the shapely woman in creamy polka-dots. Jungle Babe giggled throughout, tickled by the experience.
“What’s it doing?” Lady Kraft asked suspiciously, “What are those spots?”
“That’s his cum!” the jungle heroine squealed, “He’s trying to mate with me! Come here – have a taste!”
“Spider spunk? No, thank you!”
Licking a spot from her wrist, Jungle Babe assured her, “It’s sweet, like whipped frosting. Come on, try some!”
Cautiously, Got Gal approached her giggling friend and licked a sticky dot from her arm. “Mm,” she said, smacking her lips, “Sara, she’s right – you’ve got to taste this!” Eagerly, she went for another spot on Jungle Babe’s arm.
The cautious Adventuress, still uneasy, strode forward and took a tiny taste from Jungle Babe’s shoulder. Finding it delicious, she joined Got Gal in licking their friend.
The spider leaped onto Got Gal, and she squealed with delight as the tickling creature raced around her, covering her with sticky dots. It suddenly paused on her open mouth and, twitching its legs, shot a wad of sperm into it before racing on.
“Oh, you’re sharing that one with me,” Jungle Babe insisted, and clamped her hungry mouth on Got Gal’s.
“Me, too,” Lady Kraft said, pressing her own claim on the buxom blonde’s sticky lips.
With the three squealing ladies huddling close, the spider sprang from one to the next, covering them with the secretion of its wild sexual excitement. The women, giggling ecstatically from the tickling spider coursing around them, sucked the sugary sperm from each other’s bodies, licking necks, bellies, tits, faces, fingertips, tongues. More and more the spider covered them in cum, until they seemed to be writhing in a bath of marshmallow frosting. Growing ever more excited, Jungle Babe sought out Lady Kraft’s wet pussy and pushed a finger into it. The Adventuress responded by fingering Got Gal, who completed the triangle by slipping her sticky digit into Jungle Babe’s flowing cunt. Licking and giggling, moaning and swallowing, kissing and finger-fucking, under the growing mass of sugary spider cum, they brought each other to a tremendous mutual climax.
As the sated beauties savored their ebbing orgasms, the excited Sugar Spider scurried down Jungle Babe’s back, traversed her shapely ass, passed through her thighs, and plunged into her cum-slick pussy, disappearing entirely. The jungle heroine gasped in surprise then suddenly doubled over and collapsed on the ground, rolling and kicking hysterically.
“Make it stop!” she screamed to her startled companions, “Get it…out of me! It’s inside me…tickling me…all over! Oh, Goddess, make it stop!” Her screams were high-pitched and loud, reverberating down the walls of the canyon.
Lady Kraft was first to realize the danger this put them in. Reversing herself, she straddled the thrashing Jungle Babe and pulled the woman’s legs open with all her strength. “Come on, you little bastard!” she yelled at the gaping cunt before her, “Climb on out of there!”
Though Jungle Babe was held in place, she continued to shriek hysterically, and flailed against the back and ass of the Adventuress restraining her. Got Gal tried to help by seizing her wrists, but there seemed little else she could do.
“Got Gal,” Lady Kraft shouted, straining to keep Jungle Babe’s legs open, “you have to quiet her! Cover her mouth with something…!”
“With what?” the frantic heroine asked.
Sara glanced over her shoulder and quickly assessed the situation. Clutching at her first idea, she said, “Sit on her face!”
The blonde beauty ambled forward on her knees until she was straddling the noisome jungle queen then pressed her honey-pot down on her, stifling her cries. Jungle Babe continued to writhe, but Got Gal’s wet, sperm-coated pussy kept her voice muffled.
“That’s done it,” Lady Kraft gasped, “Now, how do we get the little bugger out of her?”
“Can you reach in and pull it out?” Got Gal suggested.
“I may have to,” the Adventuress replied, “though I think she’s too tight for that.” Grimly, she added, “We may have to beat on her belly until we kill the thing.”
Suddenly, a pair of spidery legs sprouted from the jungle heroine’s frothing cunt. Sara was about to catch one and yank the pest out, but she didn’t need to – it pulled itself free of its own volition. The frightened, cum-drenched creature skittered across the jungle floor, returning to its brethren between the trees.
“There’s one little blighter going home with bragging rights,” Lady Kraft remarked dryly.
Jungle Babe began to relax and her friends released her from their hold. Gasping, she rubbed her cum-soaked pussy with both hands and said, “One’s never done that to me before. I thought I was going to die. Imagine being killed by a bug up your cooz!”
Got Gal cradled the jungle heroine’s head in her lap. With a naughty smile, she said, “I bet you taste extra sweet, now!”
“I hope we all live long enough to find out,” the Adventuress rejoined, “Everything in this gorge knows we’re here now, including the creature we’ve come to destroy. We may not need to hunt for it; it’ll probably come looking for us. We need to move out now.”
“Well, let’s get this frosting off us, anyway,” Jungle Babe advised, “before the Fire Ants find us.”
The curvaceous trio backtracked to the stream to wash off the sand and spider semen. Then, once more refreshed, they plunged into the teeming jungle, aware that whatever they stalked was probably ready for them.
* * * * *
Several hours later, the evening sun found them straining through the tangled brush – tired, thirsty and drenched with sweat. At the end of their endurance, they suddenly burst into a narrow clearing with a sandy floor, ringed with a beautiful array of colorful plant life. The air smelled sweet with many lovely-scented flowers, and buzzed with the commerce of bees and wasps.
“Let’s rest,” Got Gal begged, hot with fatigue, “I need a breather. And I can fly up and do a recon later.” Descending to her haunches, she added, “Besides, it’s pretty here.”
Grinning, Lady Kraft muttered, “You’re such a girl.” She sank to a knee beside the blonde crusader and drank the air, no less in need of rest.
“Ladies, be careful,” Jungle Babe warned, pointing to the clearing’s edge nearest them, “Pregger-plant.”
Nervously, the two looked in the direction their friend indicated. The plant was enormous, larger than any variety they had seen before, with yellow-green fronds easily spanning five feet across and stamens quivering limply from stalks twelve feet high.
“Are we in its range?” Got Gal whispered.
“You’d know it if you were,” the jungle heroine said, “They don’t waste time with a movie and drinks, if you know what I mean.”
As Sara and Got Gal inched away from the menacing plant, a strange rustle from behind Jungle Babe caught her attention, and she started. The alert jungle beauty noticed, concealed in the surrounding foliage, a Throttle-weed – with its three limbs already recoiled!
Alarmed, Jungle Babe yelled, “Look out!” and dived headfirst to the ground.
At that instant, three spinning, fibrous cords shot from the plant toward them. The first whipped harmlessly over Jungle Babe’s lithe form, thwarted by her lightning- quick animal reflexes. Her friends were not as fortunate.
Lady Kraft, reacting too slow to the jungle heroine’s warning, felt the bite of the wire-like strand as it coiled tightly around her thighs and sank its barbed ends into her flesh. With her legs bound tightly together, the Adventuress tipped sideways and crashed onto her hip and shoulder, immobilized. Cursing, she searched the painfully-tight tendril with her hands, looking urgently for the barbs that held it in place.
Got Gal had barely turned when she felt the harsh snap of the cord winding about her neck, followed by the pierce of thorny barbs in her tender skin. She staggered backward, falling on her bottom as she frantically clawed at the vine constricting her throat, and into the Pregger-plant’s easy reach. Choking, she found one of the barbs anchoring the fibrous garrote around her neck and pulled it out of her flesh. It uncoiled instantly, and she gulped the air, relieved to breathe again. But no sooner had she done this than two of the Pregger-plant’s stamens, sensing their victim, plunged toward her like scorpion tails and coiled tightly around her ankles. They swept the voluptuous Got Gal into the air by her feet and held her legs wide open, while the Got Emerald slipped from her neck and landed in the sand below her. She swung there inverted, suspended a foot or two off the ground, while the plant’s enormous pistil emerged from among the stamens. Fully erect, it unfolded like a mechanical arm and moved toward her, its huge, oozing phallus honing in on her gaping pussy.
“Great Goddess of Got!” she cried, writhing helplessly, “That looks like a…no! Please, Goddess – don’t let it rape me!” She cried out as the cock-like pistil found her cunt and squeezed mercilessly into it, pushing all the way to her cervix. Reaching between her legs, she tried to push the monstrous penis back out of her, but without her Emerald she was much too weak. The pistil began rapidly plunging in and out of the blonde avenger’s pussy, fucking her with fury. Got Gal could do nothing but hang there, grunting painfully with each cruel thrust.
Lady Kraft traced the cord on her legs with her fingertips, finally finding one of its barbs. Yanking it from her skin, the tight bond gave way and she clambered awkwardly to her feet. Instantly, she drew her guns and unloaded both magazines into Got Gal’s rapist, but the plant continued its lusty business unaffected.
“That’s useless,” Jungle Babe told her, “you could fill the damn thing with lead and never hit anything vital! We need to get the Got Emerald to her – then she could free herself!” The jungle heroine reached for the stone laying only a yard or two away, but as she did, one of the Pregger’s idle stamens began to lunge toward her.
“Get back,” the Adventuress told her, tugging at her shoulder, “We don’t know how many cocks that thing has.” Helpless, they watched their screaming friend suffer the fucking they couldn’t stop.
Finally, the anguished Jungle Babe burst, “By the Goddess! We have to help her! Get a club or a stone, or…or fire!” Suddenly, the buxom jungle beauty had an idea, and bolted for the opposite end of the clearing. She had no fear for the Throttle-weed – it would be hours before the thing could launch more of its tendrils.
Lady Kraft had grown as desperate as her feral companion, and looked about anxiously for something with which she could rescue the tortured Got Gal. Not far away, she saw a low shrub crowned with a cluster of short staves resembling bamboo shoots – not as heavy as she would have wanted, but the best she could see. Hurriedly, she ran to the bush and grabbed one of the staves.
The bold Adventuress had never before seen a Tentacle Bush, and started as two slimy green tendrils shot out and wrapped about her ankles. Coolly, she pulled her pistols, only then noticing that their breeches were locked in the open position. She had spent her rounds on the Pregger-plant, and forgot to reload! Many more tentacles emerged and took hold of her, coiling around her waist, thighs, arms, even her neck. Another two wrapped tightly around her gigantic tits and squeezed them painfully. The tortured woman struggled, but could not break their slimy grips. They held her immobile, with her arms straight out and her legs apart, utterly defenseless.
Suddenly, Lady Kraft felt a sharp snap across her firm bottom, and she jerked. Straining over her shoulder, she saw another plant – a very long, ivy-like vine called a Whip-weed – twisting itself in a wide arc to deliver another stripe across her bare ass. Wincing from the sting, Sara cursed, “We found the bloody Marquis de Sade’s garden!”
From the ends of the shoots, three more tentacles emerged – twice as thick as the others, wet with white gooey oil and covered in black warts. Lady Kraft gasped and twisted as they slithered across her skin, feeling for openings in their victim’s body. Two snaked between her legs – one rubbing against her trembling pussy, the other plowing between her ass-cheeks to root for her puckered bung-hole. The last writhed across her face, smearing its foul oil along her lips as if seeking entrance.
“Please,” she begged, “don’t…”
The moment Lady Kraft’s lips parted, the thick tentacle slithered in, forcing her mouth open wider. Gasping rapidly through her nostrils, she felt the warty appendage inch like a serpent down her throat. She groaned mutely through her nose while the second plunged into her cunt, and screamed as the third forced open her tight butt-hole. Simultaneously, all three began pumping in and out of her. Like Got Gal, she could only surrender to the humiliating fuck she was getting, and though she twitched with each stroke of the Whip-weed, she otherwise went limp and let the Tentacle Bush violate her. She felt her straining pussy grow wet as the thing gave her the first of many violent orgasms. Whimpering quietly, she closed her eyes and took her rape.
Jungle Babe urgently scavenged the forest floor, hunting for scraps of wood dry enough for a fire. In such a damp piece of jungle, she knew her chances were not good, but she could think of no better way to help her ravaged friend. Suddenly, she spotted a crumbling log eaten through by termites, and scrambled over to it. Several chunks crumbled in her hands, but she managed to break off two sizeable splinters. She noticed that they felt somewhat moist, but hoped that they might be dry enough to burn.
As the blonde jungle heroine began scratching the pieces together, a whip-like vine coiled around her neck and constricted. “Great Goddess!” she rasped, realizing too late that, in her desperation to help Got Gal, she had foolishly stopped under a Strangler Tree! The fibrous vine retracted, pulling the shapely lady several feet off the ground. Clutching at the tendril squeezing her throat, she kicked and thrashed wildly to break free. Her large breasts bounced and bobbed while she danced, and her excited cunt grew wet. Gradually, her twitching slowed as she succumbed, hanging limp in the Strangler’s unyielding vine as her eyes closed, a trickle of cum coursing down her thigh.
Suddenly, there came a sharp tug on the tether, and the choking jungle beauty fell to the ground. The tendril relaxed from about her neck and dropped in a lifeless coil around her. Jungle Babe held her injured throat and gasped hoarsely, unable to believe her fortune – a Strangler had never released a victim before. Blinking to clear her blurred vision, she saw a pair of enormous clawed feet gripping the earth in front of her. Turning her lovely green eyes upward, she beheld the most ghastly thing she had ever seen.
It resembled a huge toad, except that it sported a set of ram’s horns on its ugly head, and it walked upright. It had blackish-green skin covered with warts, and two enormous arms that hung to the ground like an ape’s. Even crouched, it stood twelve feet high. The Strangler’s many vines tried to seize it, but the monster yanked them out effortlessly, treating the deadly tree as nothing more than a nuisance. Red eyes aglow in the fading sunset, the aberration reached for the pretty jungle heroine, and its broad slit of a mouth seemed to grin with evil intent. Jungle Babe, too weak to run and too breathless to scream, collapsed into its gigantic talon and fainted.
The Pregger-plant ramming its cock into Got Gal never seemed to slow, and the hapless heroine bobbed and swung from her ankles like an unwilling bungee-jumper. The creature did not climax as an animal might, but excreted its semen steadily throughout the attack. The blonde avenger’s pussy frothed with sticky yellow juice that poured in rivulets down her ass and belly, onto her tits, her face, and into her hair – juice thoroughly mixed with her own cum, for the horny plant had drawn three orgasms from her, and was forcing a fourth.
Groaning from her pounding torture, Got Gal craned her neck, looking desperately for her friends. She saw Lady Kraft a short distance away, wrapped in tentacles and submitting to her own fucking, and knew the brave Adventuress could bring no help. She couldn’t see Jungle Babe at all, and feared that the lovely blonde heroine had met trouble of her own. Crying out as her cunt gushed another orgasm, she flailed wildly against her rapist’s tendrils. As the ground swept beneath her, she happened to spy it – her Got Emerald! She splayed out her arms in the hope that, in the Pregger’s relentless raping, she might swing close enough to catch her precious stone. “Come on, you limp-dick son-of-a-bitch!” she snarled defiantly at her attacker, “Fuck me – fuck me hard! Harder!” The plant, as if angered by its victim’s sudden spirit, prodded her harder and faster, and Got Gal plunged ever closer to her gem If only she could reach it…!
* * * * *
When Jungle Babe awoke, she found herself laid out on a muddy shingle beside a placid lake A rocky cliff stood behind her from which a distant waterfall spilled into the black water, while to her right, the dark jungle waited. Night had fully fallen and the moon had not yet ascended, but she could see well enough by the pale silver starlight in which the world was bathed. She sat up and rubbed her sore neck, gently testing with her fingertips the painful weal left by the Strangler’s tendril.
Though weary and injured, Jungle Babe’s keen animal instincts sensed a presence near her – something huge and malevolent she could not see. With alarm, she realized it was the nightmarish creature that had ‘rescued’ her, exercising the camouflage ability common among lizards. Confirming her fear, the monster then seemed to step out of the cliff face as it lumbered toward her. The frantic jungle maiden lunged toward the water, her only escape, but she was yet too weary and the thing was too quick. In a single stride it was upon her, leering at its captive with burning red eyes.
Trembling with fear, she whimpered, “What do you want with me?” Her voice, still harsh from the strangling, came out like a whisper.
Grinning evilly, the abomination took hold of her calves and, holding them open firmly, dragged her under its sagging belly.
“No,” she gasped, pushing feebly against the creature’s warty chest, “Please don’t…!” Looking down then, the sexy heroine saw her rapist’s penis – a tiny black nub, scarcely an inch long. Her fear quickly changed to derision. “Well, I guess you can’t do much with that!” she managed a laugh, “Let me know when you’re in!”
The monster made a spasm like a suppressed burp. It repeated the repulsive gesture until it almost seemed to be suffering a seizure. Worriedly, Jungle Babe looked down between them, and saw that its cock had grown. Slowly, the nub emerged from its loins with a sickening wet noise, the end of an incredibly long shaft that inched toward the jungle vixen’s gaping pussy. Alarmed, she grabbed the impending cock and pushed with all her might, but it slipped like a greased pole through her hands.
“Please,” she begged desperately, “Don’t put that thing in me! I didn’t mean to laugh – I can see I was wrong…” Jungle Babe grew terrified, for she sensed the potency of the mutant’s seed and feared its compatibility with her ova.
The grinning creature ignored her plea, and its erection continued toward her.
“Please! I’ll suck it for you – wouldn’t that be nice, ramming your big hard cock in my mouth? I deserve it for mocking you…!” The monster did not relent, and in useless anguish, Jungle Babe cried, “Please, not my cunt!” Helpless, she groaned as the steadily advancing penis pressed against her tight pussy, plowing her lips apart, and penetrated her. The stiff, slimy cock continued growing into her until it bumped against her cervix. Defeated, the sexy jungle heroine finally let go of the monster’s shaft, abandoning her weak attempt to divert her rapist, and surrendered her body to its lusty appetites. The code of the jungle, which she knew so well, demanded her submission.
The creature suddenly sat up on its haunches, and Jungle Babe shrieked as its hard pole raised her up by the cunt. She sat with her full weight on the unyielding cock and moaned in pain. Her rapist still held her ankles, but it didn’t have to – she had already resigned to do whatever it demanded.
Virtually impaled on the monster’s organ, the groaning jungle heroine suddenly felt something nudging her shapely bottom. Looking over her shoulder, she saw a second penis that had sprouted from under the first and grown toward her ass. Jungle Babe understood the creature’s desire at once and fearfully begged, “Please, don’t – not there!” She whimpered helplessly as the second penis continued growing, pushing her cheeks apart. She kicked her legs and cried out as the relentless cock punched into her tight butt-hole, but she endured the penetration without resistance.
The evil mutation grinned even broader at his submissive plaything, and grumbled a sigh of conquest. It opened its huge maw, showing rows and rows of deadly teeth, and a long pink tongue slithered out. The tongue swabbed Jungle Babe’s face, smearing it in thick ooze that pasted her eyes shut and plugged her nostrils. When the tamed jungle heroine gasped for breath, the tongue’s tip slipped into her mouth and slithered like a leech down her throat. She choked at first, but found that she was somehow able to breathe. It seemed the creature itself supplied her air through its slimy appendage.
“Cunt!” a harsh, croaking voice rumbled in her head. The thing was communicating with her!
“Yes, Master?” she thought in response.
“I fuck you to make spawnlings. You understand this?”
“Yes, Master.”
“You will be my slave and brood-mother – accept my seed.”
“Yes, Master.”
Jungle Babe grunted suddenly as hot jets of sperm filled her ass and pussy, making her cum. It sizzled like a soft drink inside her and spilled dribbling down her legs. Instantly, she felt the monstrous sperm churning in her belly like they were gang-raping her womb. Then, fertilized, she felt something like hot acid coursing through her bloodstream and tingling in her nipples. Already, her tits were making milk.
“Now go and spawn. I will fuck you again soon.”
“Yes, Master.”
The monster retracted its tongue from her mouth, and she gasped. It released her legs as its erections subsided, and Jungle Babe felt herself lowered slowly onto the thing’s bloated belly. When the twin cocks finally pulled free of her holes, the subdued jungle vixen fell off the creature and sprawled onto the ground. She cupped her wounded pussy, but the oozing jelly filling it made her recoil in horror. Painfully, she tried to crawl toward the jungle, but the rapid growth of the monstrous fetus in her womb wracked her with blinding cramps. From behind, she heard her rapist’s cruel, croaking chuckle as it watched her agony.
A brilliant flash suddenly lit the little clearing and a silver-white streak like a bolt of pure lighting arced over the wounded jungle heroine and slammed into the monster looming over her. The thing bellowed in surprise and pain, lurching backward from the unexpected blow, while the thunderbolt rebounded from its chest, somersaulted twice, and landed on the muddy shore beside Jungle Babe. It was Got Gal!
“We’re here, Jungle Babe,” the buxom blonde heroine assured her friend. Tense in the crouch she’d landed in, she eyed the startled monster warily, bracing her lithe body for combat.
Lady Kraft then ran up behind Jungle Babe, caught her under the arms and began dragging her out of harm’s way. When they reached the forest’s edge, she laid her friend down again, propping the injured woman’s back against her thighs.
“That thing fucked me,” the shapely jungle heroine groaned, and held her swelling belly with both hands.
“Well, don’t worry, sweetheart,” the Adventuress comforted her, “Got Gal and I are going to fuck him, now!”
For a moment, the aberration glared at its large-breasted attacker as if considering whether to fight or flee. But then it sensed the pull of the glowing gem between her ample tits and the fertility of her cunt, and decided on a third course. It began its croaking spasm, making its huge, slimy cock grow in anticipation. Then, grinning evilly at its next victim, the monster suddenly faded from her sight.
“Be careful, Got Gal,” the weakened Jungle Babe warned her astonished friend, “It camouflages itself…!”
Got Gal discovered this herself too late as a massive fist bludgeoned her into the ground. Recovering quickly, she rolled to the side as another huge paw struck the earth next to her. She maneuvered like a prowling cat, straining desperately to sense her attacker, but it blended so well with its surroundings that she could not see it’s coming until too late. Another fist landed across her face, and before she could shake it off, the creature punched her solidly in the stomach. The voluptuous blonde avenger slammed hard into the cliff face, stunned. She sank to her knees, dazedly trying to recover, and the monster was upon her. She felt one gigantic claw press on her side, holding her firmly to the ground, while the other, with the help of a scaly foot, pried her legs open.
Even as the Got Emerald quickly restored its mistress to her full power, Got Gal could not lift the creature’s paw off of her – they were evenly matched, and it had the upper hand. She squirmed vainly, straining to redouble her strength, but she could not find the leverage to free herself. She cried out as a hard, bulbous knob plowed into her cunt and inched deeper and deeper inside her.
In its moment of triumph, the monster abandoned its camouflage and faded again into view, wanting its victim to see her rapist. Grumbling a throaty chuckle at the writhing Got Gal, the creature’s second cock began to sprout, coiling like a vine around the first on its way to the sexy heroine’s ass.
But the gloating abomination had made a fatal mistake, for Lady Kraft could see it now. The moment it abandoned its camouflage, the hardy Adventuress pulled both of her guns and began shooting. A torrent of bullets ripped through the monster’s flesh, and it lurched backward with a tremendous bellow. Its twin penises retracted quickly, and the creature released Got Gal, who instantly spun clear.
The mutation tried to camouflage itself again, but the black blood spurting from its many wounds and coursing down its reptilian body revealed plainly where it was Howling in confusion and feral rage, the monster rushed its attacker with murderous fury.
Lady Kraft continued firing both pistols until the rapidly-plunging slide chambers locked in the feeding position. Her magazines were empty. “Got Gal!” she yelled, releasing her spent clips, “Keep him busy while I reload!”
The chesty heroine flew at once to her friend’s aid, plowing into the charging creature’s legs and throwing it to its face. While the thing strained to lift itself from the mud, Got Gal swooped in again, delivering a flurry of sturdy kicks and punches onto its toad-like head. Dazed, the maddened creature swatted feebly at its tormentor, much too slow to catch the fleet blonde avenger.
Sara slammed fresh clips into her guns and snapped the slide chambers forward. Then, “Ready, girlfriend!” she called.
“Take him!” Got Gal shouted back, gliding clear.
The monster barely gained its knees before the determined Adventuress blazed away, her pistols spitting hot lead and brass jackets in vengeful furor. Bullets tore through the creature’s scaly hide and face until, heaving a throaty death-rattle, it fell onto its back with a heavy thud.
Cautiously, Lady Kraft studied the gory mass beyond her barrel sites, watching for any sign of life. Detecting none, she said, “This one’s for you, Jungle Babe,” and shot the black knob from the creature’s penis. The reptilian hulk did not even twitch.
“What about me?” Got Gal asked.
Flashing the blonde avenger an affectionate smile, she put another slug into the dead monster’s groin.
“We have a problem,” Jungle Babe said, painfully holding her distended belly in both hands. The thing in her womb thrashed and squirmed, causing its mother to cry out at every violent contortion.
“Great Goddess of Got!” Got Gal said, hurrying to her friend, “It impregnated you!” The rapid gestation did not surprise her; she had been forced to spawn many times herself, and knew that it was normal with mutant seed. She placed herself so that the moaning jungle heroine’s back was cushioned against her voluptuous body, and held her arms. “Sara, find a stick,” she said, “It looks like she’s about to give birth.”
The buxom Adventuress hurried into the forest and returned with a sizeable piece of wood about a foot long and an inch in diameter. Got Gal took the branch from her and said, “Now, stand over her and hold her knees open.” While Lady Kraft took her station, the sexy blonde heroine inserted the stick lengthwise in Jungle Babe’s mouth, telling her to bite down hard. Then, whispering to her groaning friend, she said, “This is going to hurt, sweetheart – like something’s fucking you from the inside out. There’s nothing you can do but bear it, and get it over with.”
Almost immediately, the contractions started, and Jungle Babe bit into the stick, pushing and grunting in agony. While the tortured jungle vixen gave a heart-rending scream, her cunt slowly stretched open and a wet, black bulb emerged. Gasping, she drew a long breath, affirmed her grip on Got Gal’s shoulders, and pushed again while white geysers of milk spurted from her nipples. The squirming bulb slipped out a bit further, and a thick protuberance resembling a fish’s mouth suddenly opened, gasping air. The anguished Jungle Babe strained a third time, and the thing wriggled, then slipped free of its mother’s gushing pussy
The spawn looked like a tadpole, black and slick with oil, except that it was more than a foot long, and sported membranous fins that already resembled rudimentary hands and feet. Flopping like a landed fish, the creature struggled to gain the water.
Lady Kraft pulled her pistols and drew aim, but hesitated. “Jungle Babe…?” she asked.
The weary jungle heroine panted, resting against Got Gal’s soft inviting body, while her monstrous offspring wriggled closer to the shore.
“Jungle Babe…?” the anxious Adventuress called again.
“Kill it,” she groaned.
The creature squirmed once as Sara’s pistol spat a slug through it, and then moved no more. Sara assured herself by squeezing off a few more rounds, but they were unnecessary – the thing was quite dead.
“It’s all over now, honey,” Got Gal smoothed Jungle Babe’s hair and kissed her, “When you’re rested, we’ll get you cleaned up and you’ll feel refreshed again.” She knew exactly how it felt watching some ghastly mutation come squirming out of your cunt, and sympathized intensely with her distraught friend.
“Let’s go now,” Jungle Babe suggested, “I can’t stand to look at that thing.”
Lady Kraft was unsure which ‘thing’ she meant, but wasn’t about to leave her business unattended. Stepping over the dead spawn, she cautiously approached its blood-soaked father with both guns trained. Then, holstering one, she laid a hand on its carcass. “It’s cold as stone,” she announced.
“That means nothing,” Jungle Babe warned, “Reptiles have no body heat.”
The shapely Adventuress would take no chances, and emptied both of her pistols into the mass. When she returned, Jungle Babe was already on her feet, leaning heavily on Got Gal. Sara quickly jammed her last two magazines into her weapons then holstered them. “All, right,” she said at last, “I’m satisfied Let’s go.”
Lady Kraft then plunged into the jungle. The two blonde heroines followed, their arms wrapped around each other.
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Leading their party, Lady Kraft decided to circle the lake. In a short while the moon rose, affording them some light in the wild darkness, and they made better progress. Hours later, just as dawn was breaking, they came to a sandy clearing beside the water and decided to rest.
“By the petrified penis of the Peruvian prince, I need a drink!” Sara muttered, leaning wearily against a tree. She was bathed in sweat, smeared with dirt, and panting breathlessly.
“I second that,” Got Gal replied, sinking to her knees beside Jungle Babe. The two women were still holding each other.
Jungle Babe petted her injured pussy and sadly asked, “Are either of you ever going to want to put your mouth here again?”
“Of course we will, sweetie,” Got Gal comforted her, affectionately squeezing the jungle heroine’s firm ass. Then, with a knowing smile to Lady Kraft, she said, “Let’s take a bath.”
The big-breasted Adventuress stood and took Jungle Babe’s hand, drawing her to her feet. With Got Gal holding the other, the three naked women waded into the inviting water.
The lake was cool, making their nipples grow stiff. As they washed the dirt and sweat from their bodies and rinsed their hair, their spirits revived and they grew playful. Got Gal then sidled behind Jungle Babe and, wrapping her arms around the pretty jungle heroine, began to wash her tender pussy with gentle fingertips. “Do you feel better down there now?” the blonde avenger asked.
Jungle Babe nodded, purring appreciatively.
“That’s good, because we’re going to play a game.” She took hold of the jungle maiden’s shapely calves and lifted them until her toes stuck out of the water, making a wide ‘V’ with her legs. “It’s called, ‘How Long Can You Hold Your Breath?’ – and Sara gets to go first.”
Lady Kraft waded toward Jungle Babe, pressed their large tits together, and gave the woman a kiss. Then, standing back a bit, she said, “With the right incentive, I can hold my breath a very long time!” Then she sank into the water until only her long pony-tail remained floating on the surface.
“Ooh!” Jungle Babe whispered, holding onto Got Gal behind her back, “Ooh, she’s eating me! Ooh, honey, just like that! Ooh! That bitch knows how to talk to me!”
Two minutes later, the lusty Adventuress rose again, sputtering for air. The appreciative Jungle Babe didn’t give the woman a chance to catch her breath, aggressively pulling her in and thanking her with a wild, tongue-filled kiss.
“My turn,” Got Gal said. The women switched positions, with Sara holding the jungle heroine’s legs open and Got Gal preparing to take the plunge.
As the curvaceous blonde avenger sank under the surface, Jungle Babe craned her neck toward Lady Kraft and cooed, “That was wonderful!”
“It sure was!”
While Got Gal licked her cunt underwater, the jungle maiden traded tongues with Lady Kraft, prolonging her gesture of gratitude. Of course Got Gal, with her extraordinary powers, could hold her breath considerably longer than the busty Adventuress, and remained underwater for more than five minutes, until her feral friend shuddered in a long, pleasant orgasm. When she surfaced again, sweeping her soaked hair from her face, she was hardly winded. Innocently, she asked, “Who won?”
Beaming a contented smile, Jungle Babe replied, “I believe I did!”
Giggling, the three women huddled together and joined their tongues in a three-way kiss
As the ladies finished their bath, the sun cleared the treetops and seemed to bring the entire valley back to life with its brilliant rays. Squinting, they watched as flocks of birds skimmed the lake, squirrels leapt through the forest’s branches, and all the day creatures awoke to scurry about their business.
Through the lake’s rising mist, Lady Kraft spied the peak of a great stone ziggurat jutting from a cluster of trees. “Look!” she cried eagerly, “The Temple of the Sun!” Softly, she added, “Oh, what treasures lay within, waiting to be found!”
Jungle Babe swatted her ass playfully and said, “Don’t be greedy – we’ve destroyed the mutation, so our work is done. I’m in no mood to go grave-robbing.”
“Actually, Sara’s right,” Got Gal replied, “If that’s where the curse came from, we ought to check it out to make sure it’s been broken. Otherwise, that creature may come back – or another one, worse than the first.”
Jungle Babe remained reluctant. “I don’t know,” she sighed, “I get nervous when Sara starts poking around tombs, waking things up that ought to stay sleeping.”
“Oh, what are you worried about?” the Adventuress replied, “I only steal from long-dead men, not Nature.”
“True enough, I suppose,” the jungle maiden shrugged.
It took more than an hour of clambering through the brush to reach the Temple. When they did, they could hardly believe such an enormous and beautiful construction had been built by the hands of Man, and even Jungle Babe was awed. It was fashioned of huge carved stones, now smothered under blankets of green moss and crawling strands of ivy. The structure towered hundreds of feet above them, and sported a wide stairway traversing its center, leading to an entrance situated midway between the base and the peak. Even this distance promised to be a long and laborious ascent.
Got Gal exclaimed, “Look at all the butterflies!” and pointed out the thousands of paired green-yellow wings covering the front of the edifice.
“Those aren’t butterflies, Got Gal,” Jungle Babe told her, “They’re Tit-suckers!”
The big-breasted avenger replied, “I thought you said Tit-suckers were plants.”
“They are. You’ll see when we get closer.”
Lady Kraft turned concernedly to her friend and asked, “Are you still lactating?”
To find out, Jungle Babe grasped one of her breasts and gave it a firm squeeze, causing a thin jet of milk to spurt from her nipple. “This is a problem,” she said, “If the Tit-suckers taste milk, they go into frenzy. They’ll devour me like a school of piranha – and probably the two of you, as well.”
“Why don’t we just cover our nipples?” Got Gal suggested. She illustrated her plan by pressing her palms flat over her ample tits.
“I don’t think that’ll work,” the blonde jungle vixen said, “Tit-suckers have a way of distracting their victims – you’ll find out for yourself in a little while.”
“So, what do we do?” Lady Kraft asked.
Jungle Babe thought for a long while. Finally, she decided, “You’ll have to milk me. If my tits are dry, they shouldn’t bother us.”
Incredulous, Got Gal asked, “You want us to milk you – like a dairy cow?”
Thoughtfully, Lady Kraft said, “I have a better idea. I’ll need your help, Got Gal, but I’m sure you’ll be happy to do it when you see my method.” Leaning down then, she took one of Jungle Babe’s nipples into her mouth and started sucking.
“What a good idea!” Got gal said and began to suckle from the lovely jungle heroine’s other tit.
Jungle Babe was thrilled by the horny Adventuress’s strategy, and, giving her own enormous breasts a firm squeeze, squirted milk into her girlfriends’ hungry mouths. “That might make things easier,” she explained. Following her example, Got Gal and Lady Kraft seized the tits they sucked and began squeezing. Petting the ladies’ hair appreciatively, the buxom jungle maiden whispered, “I hope this isn’t over anytime soon…”
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What’s this?! – Our sexy super-sirens shagged by shrubbery? – Our bodacious beast-babe birthing brutish babies? What could be next in store for our Jug-Jiggling Jennies? Tune in next time to find out!