Got Gal, Sara Kraft and Jungle Babe
in
“The Lust Artifact”
Chapter 1
by General Exeter
Dana McQueen finished her daily swim and climbed onto the riverbank to dry off. Lying naked under the hot jungle sun, she closed her eyes and drifted into a bath of feral sensation – the cooling evaporation on her bare skin, the heady perfume of Amazon orchids on the breeze, the sonorous buzz of dragonflies, the tickle of a fire-beetle that landed on her nipple. Tingling with the wild orgy of Nature that imbued her, she stretched her tawny body like a cat and sighed. She felt moisture between her legs, and reached down to touch the soft, blonde fur that grew there. Finding her warm cunt damp with oil, she opened her legs and began to stroke herself. This was not masturbation to her, but the Jungle Goddess herself fucking her.
The obnoxious thrumming of a helicopter’s blade interrupted Dana’s bestial ecstasy, and she stopped. Angrily, she sat up and opened her eyes, glaring at the mechanical intruder that had frightened off her spectral lover – for always, the Goddess fled from civilization’s encroachment. The hovering aircraft turned to land in the glade beside the riverbank, rotors stirring the trees and grass with a frenzied windstorm as it approached. Dana read the markings on its side: ‘Kraft Enterprises’. Her lusty appetite, she knew, would have to be sated later – her guests had arrived. Disappointed, she stood up and retrieved her leopard-skin bikini.
The whirling blade slowed to a stop, and the agitated jungle returned to normal while Dana tucked her large breasts into the form-fitting bra. Sara Kraft, the renowned ‘Tomb Huntress’, climbed out of the pilot’s seat and grinned at her She was dressed in a tight black tank-top with khaki shorts, along with her signature pistol belt. “We saw you from the air,” she said, “sorry to interrupt.” She pulled her sunglasses down to the tip of her nose and winked.
From the other side of the helicopter stepped the illustrious Got Gal, dressed as she always did in sheer white panties and bra with a cape, white mask and gauntlets, even white high-heeled shoes. “Jungle Babe,” she greeted pleasantly, “We came as soon as we got your message. How can we help?”
Dana – known to friends and enemies alike as ‘Jungle Babe’ – greeted her guests in her traditional manner with a firm hug and kiss on the mouth. This surprised Got Gal, but she sportingly accepted the greeting. Lady Kraft, who knew Jungle Babe well, turned the embrace into something more by trading tongues with her.
When Jungle Babe released the Adventuress, she seemed remarkably casual, as if she had done nothing more than shake hands. “Grab your gear,” she said, nodding at the helicopter, “and I’ll show you to the tent. We’ll eat and talk tonight. Tomorrow morning, we start for Cajamarca.”
Jungle Babe headed for their campsite while Got Gal and Lady Kraft gathered their things from the back of the chopper. Once their host was out of earshot, Got Gal glanced at her companion and said, “That was unexpected.”
“You mustn’t be surprised by anything she says or does,” Sara explained, “Jungle Babe is very… untamed. She works on instinct, and has little use for what we call ‘propriety’. In a lot of ways, she’s like a wild animal. She can shock you if you’re not used to it. She’s not the first person I’d invite to an elegant dinner party, but there’s no one I’d rather have beside me in a tight spot – or in bed.”
Got Gal laughed, “Yes, your kiss looked a little more than friendly. Are you lovers?”
“We were,” the Adventuress admitted, “but Jungle Babe doesn’t ‘love’ in the traditional sense – she just feeds her appetites and indulges yours.”
“You mean she fucks.”
Hefting her pack onto a shoulder, Lady Kraft smiled and said, “Like a rutting panther.”
* * * * *
Huddling near the fire while the sun went down, the three buxom women laid out plans for their forthcoming adventure.
With her keen attunement to Nature’s delicate balance, Jungle Babe explained that she sensed a disruption deep in the Amazon rain forest – some unnatural, destructive force that had recently appeared near an ancient Incan ruin in the Cajamarca Valley. The ruin, she said, was Atahualpa’s hidden tomb, called by western scholars ‘The Temple of the Sun’. It was Jungle Babe’s intention to explore the valley and, if possible, destroy the aberration that dwelled there – but, she added, she needed their help.
Sara Kraft then offered her archeological expertise, explaining that Atahualpa had been the last Incan Emperor, executed by the Spanish conquistador, Francisco Pizarro. The Incan priests, she said, had sealed their Emperor’s body in the temple with a powerful artifact then laid a curse to protect it from pillage. It was her opinion that the curse and the aberration were in some way connected.
Got Gal absorbed all of this quietly. “Don’t misunderstand,” she said after a time, “I’m happy to help you with this, but I’m not sure why you need me here. No one knows the jungle better than you, Jungle Babe, and Sara’s the expert on ancient ruins and curses. I’m afraid I’d just be dead weight on this adventure.”
“You can sense the presence of mutations and alien life forms, can you not?” Jungle Babe asked.
Got Gal nodded.
“The Valley of Cajamarca is huge and very overgrown,” the sexy jungle heroine told her, “We could search it for a hundred years and never find what we’re looking for. We’ll need your sensory power to find this thing for us – and your other powers, when we finally do.”
Got Gal rose and brushed the dirt from her firm bottom. “Then maybe I should do a reconnaissance before we start. Which way is it?”
Jungle Babe pointed toward the setting sun, but warned, “Be careful, Got Gal.”
“You’re wearing those shoes?” Lady Kraft asked in astonishment.
Got Gal looked down at her open-toed, stiletto-heeled Manolos. “What’s wrong with my shoes?” she asked defensively.
“They’re very pretty,” the Adventuress admitted, “but the jungle’s no place for a fashion statement.”
Jungle Babe warned, “The forest floor is too soft for those. Your heels will sink right in.”
With a smirk, Got Gal said, “I wasn’t planning on walking.” With that, she took a single stride and, leaning forward, sprang into the gathering night, airborne. Her friends watched her silver-white form soar into the sky, dwindle then disappear behind the tree-line like a shooting star.
“Well,” Lady Kraft said after a time, “she may be gone for hours. I’m going to rest for a little while.” She stood and unfastened the heavy buckle on her gun-belt.
“Let me help you off with that,” Jungle Babe offered, and reached for the straps on the woman’s thighs.
The buxom Adventuress gathered the freed belt in one hand and held the other out to her friend. “Care to join me?” she offered.
Jungle Babe smiled up at her. “Yes,” she said, taking the offered hand and rising.
Lady Kraft led her into the tent. They had to kneel inside, since it was too small to stand up in. Sara found a battery lantern and turned it on. Then, laying her belt down behind her, she said, “I’ve missed you, Dana. I hope you didn’t just summon me for my grave-robbing talents.”
“Not completely,” Jungle Babe told her, “I wanted to see you again, Sara.”
Basking her supple body in the dim lamplight, the luscious Adventuress urged, “Show me how much.”
Wrapping their arms around each other, they kissed with passion, tongues hungrily exploring each other’s mouths. They became a tangle of limbs and hair as Sara wrestled the bra over Jungle Babe’s head, and Dana furiously pulled Sara’s shorts down, followed by her black silk underwear. With their tops off and their panties around their knees, they kissed and groped each other with burning desire The horny Adventuress felt Jungle Babe’s finger slide into her moist cunt, and eagerly returned the favor. Their mouths did not part again until they had prodded each other to a satisfying, simultaneous climax.
Panting, Jungle Babe licked cum from her finger and concluded, “That much.”
Catching her breath, Lady Kraft pressed her glistening finger on Jungle Babe’s lip. As the eager jungle vixen sucked her digit clean, she said, “There’s something I’ve always wanted to do with you, Dana. Can I try it?”
Smiling wickedly, Jungle Babe replied, “Only if it’s really kinky!”
The Adventuress reached behind her and drew one of her pistols from its holster.
Jungle Babe paled. “Sara, you know I don’t like guns.”
“Don’t think of it as a gun,” Sara said, “think of it as a big metal penis.” Seductively, she ran her tongue down the length of the barrel then sucked the end into her mouth like she was giving a blowjob.
“You know I don’t like penises, either.” When the sultry Adventuress slowly pulled the gun back out of her mouth, Jungle Babe almost expected to see a jet of sperm come shooting out of it. “Sara, please,” she pleaded, “if that thing went off…”
“That’s what makes it so exciting,” Lady Kraft replied. She put the pistol grip between her legs and closed her thighs around it, leaving the barrel pointing upward like an engorged cock. Then she caressed Jungle Babe’s hair and whispered, “Now, let’s pretend I’m your husband, and I just bought you a fur coat. What do you do?”
Jungle Babe knew Sara was deliberately using images she despised – gun, penis, husband, fur coat – and the conflict tortured her. She stared for a moment at the pistol pointing up at her then touched her cunt, noting how hot and wet it was. For a moment, her lust and her principles clashed. Then, leaning down, she said, “I do my duty – like a good wife,” and nervously sucked the barrel into her mouth.
“That’s it, baby,” the Adventuress cooed, “suck on my cock.” She stroked the back of Jungle Babe’s head and encouraged her with each intake, moaning and sighing as if she could actually feel what the woman was doing.
Jungle Babe was terrified that her sucking would somehow cause the weapon to fire, and that each plunge would be her last. But fear so intensified her sexual hunger that she couldn’t stop. Growing wild, she deep-throated the pistol until she could feel the sway of the trigger guard against her lip and Sara’s glistening black pussy-hair in her nose. Three times she plunged her mouth so hard onto the barrel that it choked her, until Sara finally pulled her up by the hair.
“Okay, sweetie, enough of that,” she said, “Let’s try something else. Lay down on your back.”
Jungle Babe anticipated what was coming next. She lay down as she was told, and splayed her legs wide open with her feet in the air. Lady Kraft positioned herself between them on her knees with the gun in her hands.
Jungle Babe gasped with fear and pleasure as the woman gently inserted the hard metal barrel into her pussy. The scratch of the muzzle sight as it moved deeper inside her only heightened her excitement, reminding her that the thing fucking her was alien and deadly. It stopped when the trigger guard met her labia – little more than six inches, but it was sufficient.
“You want to make this really exciting, honey?” the Adventuress asked, smiling.
The terrified Jungle Babe, pulling hard at her own nipples, looked down at the woman between her legs and nodded.
“Then watch this,” Sara said. She pressed her thumb on the gun’s hammer and cocked it, the click making Jungle Babe’s legs twitch. “Both my pistols have hair triggers,” she explained softly, “You know what that means?”
Jungle Babe did not, and shook her head.
“It means the least little pressure will make it go off.” Leaning forward, she began massaging Jungle Babe’s clitoris with her tongue and fingertips, stirring the pistol with her other hand.
Finally, Jungle Babe could no longer contend with her fear. “Please, Sara,” she begged, “Take it out of me. I can’t bear it anymore!”
Looking up, Lady Kraft grinned. “If you want it out, you’ll have to push it out.”
Panting, Jungle Babe contracted her abdominals and pushed like she was giving birth. Slowly, the gun eased out of her cunt, its barrel slick with cum. But before it was completely out, the daring Adventuress thrust it back in up to the trigger guard like she was holstering the weapon. “Let’s see you do that again!”
Jungle Babe gasped helplessly, but did as she was told. Groaning with the strain, she inched the weapon back out of her pussy. Nearly done for the second time, she suddenly began to writhe as the tremendous orgasm she’d been building coursed through her. “Oh, Goddess,” she screamed, “I’m going to cum! I’m cum-…cumming!” She curled her toes and arched her back as the first climax burst out of her.
“That’s my naughty girl,” Lady Kraft encouraged her, turning the freed pistol away and burying her face in Jungle Babe’s flowing cunt. She found Dana’s throbbing clitoris with her tongue and started sucking it, making the thrashing woman cum yet again.
Gradually, Jungle Babe’s gyrations slowed as her second orgasm passed. Breathless and bathed in sweat, she lowered her legs and, massaging her drenched pussy, gave her friend an appreciative smile.
The Adventuress cleaned the pistol with her tongue, savoring the taste of cum mixed with gun oil. As she finished, she caught Jungle Babe’s smile and returned it “You liked that, I can tell.”
“What do you call that game?”
Sara thought for a moment then said, “Let’s call it ‘womb raider’.”
Giggling, Jungle Babe sighed, “Tell me honestly, Sara – that thing isn’t really loaded, is it?”
“You think not?” Lady Kraft thumbed the ejector and caught the cartridge as it dropped out of the grip. Showing it to her friend, she said, “Fifteen rounds – a full magazine.”
“Then you really could have…” she whispered, holding her pussy protectively, “Oh, you are sick!”
Grinning, the lusty Adventuress replied, “And you love it.”
“You’re right,” the jungle vixen’s green eyes sparkled, “I do.”
While Jungle Babe tingled at how close she had come to instant death, Lady Kraft returned her pistol to its holster and secretly flipped the safety catch back to ‘off’.
* * * * *
It was nearly midnight when Got Gal returned from her reconnoiters. Fortunately, the embers of the dying campfire were still glowing with enough light for her to find her way back. When she alighted, she noticed a lamp glowing inside the tent, and heard her friends’ voices within. Excitedly, she entered to report her findings.
Sara Kraft lay on her back, and Jungle Babe was lying close beside her, propped on her elbow. Both were fully naked, and while they weren’t doing anything, it was clear by their closeness that they were sharing an intimate mood.
“I…I’m sorry,” Got Gal stammered, “I didn’t mean to interrupt.” She turned to leave again.
Neither of them appeared too intruded-upon. “Don’t leave, Got Gal,” the bold Adventuress called, “We’ve finished already.” Giving the other woman a wicked smile, she added, “Well, with round one, anyway.”
“What did you find out?” Jungle Babe asked, absently teasing Sara’s pussy-hair.
Got Gal tried not to stare at their voluptuous bodies, but her nipples were growing stiff and jutting through her sheer bra. Attempting to look casual, she sat back on her heels and said, “I spotted the Temple – it’s a long way off, in a thick cluster of trees and underbrush near a high plateau. But there’s more. I saw something – some huge creature, I don’t know what. It was twice the size of a normal man, and it looked like a…a lizard, or toad or something, with horns and warts all over its scaly hide. It was disgusting! I landed for a closer look, but I think it saw me, because it disappeared into the foliage, and I didn’t see it again.”
“Where was it?” Jungle Babe asked.
“There’s a big lake where a waterfall spills over the escarpment. It was near there.”
“I know the area you’re talking about,” Jungle Babe told her, “You’re lucky you got out of there unharmed – that place is infested with Pregger-plants.”
She had no need to elaborate – all three women had suffered at the fronds of the wicked creatures, and had no desire to meet them a second time.
“Well,” Got Gal continued, “I’m sure I could find the place again, so all we have to do is get there.”
“No chance of taking the chopper?” Sara asked.
“Not if you want to land it,” Got Gal told her, “all trees and heavy brush.”
“Still, we know where to go, and that’s something,” Jungle Babe observed, “Good work, Got Gal.”
“Well, that’s about it,” Got Gal concluded. Crawling toward the tent flap, she said, “Let me know when you two are finished.”
Again, Lady Kraft stopped her. “Why don’t you join us, Got Gal?”
The buxom blonde paused and considered the offer. “That’s all right,” she said at last, “you know how threesomes go – one person always gets left out. I don’t want to be the odd girl, and I certainly don’t want to come between you.”
Both Lady Kraft and Jungle Babe caught her arms before she could exit the flap. “I promise you won’t be left out,” the horny Adventuress told her invitingly.
“And I would love it if you’d cum between us!” Jungle Babe snickered.
Got Gal studied the two of them and asked, “Are you sure?”
Lady Kraft said, “I’ve always thought that two tits are too much for one lover.”
“And in your case,” Jungle Babe added, “even one tit is too much for two lovers!”
Giggling, Got Gal let the horny ladies draw her back into the tent and lay her down on the floor. Positioned above Got Gal’s head, Lady Kraft drew the Got Emerald to one side by its chain, and began working the woman’s bra off. Once bared, the voluptuous heroine cupped her own firm melons in her hands, offering them to the lusty Adventuress, who began licking – starting with her nipples, but moving quickly to her neck, her face, her lips. While their mouths locked in a hungry kiss, Jungle Babe peeled the blonde avenger’s panties off, seized her ankles and spread her legs open wide. Got Gal gasped as the jungle vixen’s mouth closed onto her pussy, and moaned into Lady Kraft’s mouth with each stab of her tongue. Torn in her attention, the buxom blonde kneaded Jungle Babe’s hair with one hand and Sara’s pussy with the other, working hard to encourage both girls.
The panting Adventuress nuzzled into Got Gal’s ear and purred, “I’m going to sit on your face now, honey. You know what to do?”
Between gasps, the chesty heroine replied, “I went to an all-girls’ college. Of course I know what to do.”
Lady Kraft settled herself onto Got Gal’s face, and sighed as the pretty blonde’s mouth went to work on her cunt. “Oh, honey,” she whispered, squeezing the woman’s huge breasts, “What did they teach you at that school?”
Got Gal answered by grasping the woman’s bottom and working a finger into her tight ass.
“Ooh,” Sara moaned, “graduated with honors, I see.”
* * * * *
The ladies awoke very late the next morning – well past sunrise. Staggering from their tent sticky and sore, they found their way to the river. They refreshed themselves with a long swim after Jungle Babe assured the others that there were no crocodiles or piranha in the water. Playfully, they washed each others’ bodies and hair, and before long the only residue left of the previous night lay in their memories.
“We’d best get started quickly,” Jungle Babe said, climbing into her leopard skins, “the place Got Gal described is two days away, and we’ve already lost the morning.” Smiling at her friends, she added, “Not that I’m complaining.”
They hefted their packs and began the trek, fording the river a mile upstream and plunging into the jungle. Lady Kraft wore tight jungle fatigue shorts, hiking boots, and a black sports bra under a white T-shirt that she’d tied to make a tank-top; Got Gal wore her skimpy costume, but left the heels behind. She chose to go barefooted like Jungle Babe, and managed to keep pace with her better-acclimated companions.
As the brush grew steadily denser, Jungle Babe decided to acquaint her friends with some laws of Nature. “Beware of everything,” she said, “every living thing has an appetite, and you’re either fresh meat or a warm cunt to them.” Glancing back at the others, she emphasized, “We will be attacked eventually, for one reason or the other – count on it.”
“There’s no ‘live-and-let-live’ out here?” Got Gal asked hopefully.
“None,” Jungle Babe replied, “Animals live by a code of strength. If we meet any creatures, normal or otherwise, you must learn which of you is stronger. If you’re the dominant one, assert yourself and the beast will probably flee.”
“And if you’re not the dominant one?”
“Run Either climb a tree or get to a river, somewhere where it can’t reach you. If you can’t get away, submit and it might not kill you.”
“What about plant life?” the Adventuress asked.
“Flora has a different code,” Jungle Babe told her, “and we should be safe if we don’t touch anything. Most of it is harmless, but many plants carry poison in their leaves or fruit, so don’t eat anything, no matter how tempting it looks. And then there are the aggressive ones. They often thrive in a symbiotic relationship, so they tend to grow together in the same area…”
“You mentioned Pregger-plants last night,” Sara said.
“Fortunately, the sperm of the South American variety is not compatible with humans,” Jungle Babe replied, “so there’s no risk of pregnancy. Still, if you’re caught by one, the best defense is to offer another orifice. They’re not particular about the hole they penetrate. But Preggers aren’t the only dangerous plants out here – there’s Throttle-weed, Pheromone Spores, Bondage Grass, Tentacle Bushes, Whip-weed, Tit-suckers…”
“Tit-suckers?” the Adventuress giggled, “They sound fun!”
“They have teeth,” Jungle Babe informed her, “but they’re really only a nuisance, unless you’re lactating.” On a thought, she glanced at her friends and asked, “You’re not, are you?”
“You have to ask, after last night?” Got Gal laughed.
“We were spraying a lot of different fluids,” Jungle Babe smirked, “I don’t remember tasting milk, but I could be wrong.”
“Well, I’m not.”
“Me, neither,” Lady Kraft confirmed.
“Good – and that’s three of us. So if a Tit-sucker attaches to you, don’t panic. It’ll let go once it finds you have no milk. It hurts, and leaves little bite-marks around your nipple, but it’s harmless otherwise.”
Cupping her breasts defensively, Got Gal muttered, “Looking forward to it.”
“Welcome to my jungle, ladies.”
With a naughty smile, the Adventuress said, “It’s always a pleasure exploring you’re steamy jungle, Jungle Babe.”
* * * * *
It was mid-evening when the three buxom women, tired and bathed in sweat, came to a narrow stream. Each of them was scratched and stung in a hundred places, and desperate for a rest. Flinging down their packs, they sprawled on the ground and caught their breaths.
“I could use a bath right now,” Lady Kraft said, staring longingly at the swift-moving water, “Think it’s safe to swim in?”
“We’re a little too close to the falls,” Jungle Babe informed her, “That means no piranha, and probably no crocs. But it also means you could be swept away. Better not risk it.”
Sara stood, decided “Fuck it,” kicked her boots off and hung her gun-belt on a tree branch. Then, peeling off her sweat-drenched clothes, she ran naked into the cool water and plunged. She emerged again a dozen feet away, sputtering in pleasure.
Got Gal watched her with envy. Suddenly, she decided “I’m with her,” stood and quickly stripped her costume off, keeping only the mask and the Got Emerald. Bounding toward the bank, she sprang into the air, soaring high above the middle of the river before plunging headfirst into the inviting water.
Jungle Babe sighed, knowing her friends were courting danger, but at last gave in to the urge for fun. Flinging her leopard skins on the bank, she ran to join them.
The three bosomy girls frolicked like water sprites – splashing, giggling, squealing, dunking, and fondling each other. Got Gal was especially playful, catching one girlfriend or the other about the waist and bearing her high into the air, then dropping her back into the water with a scream and a splash. In the thrill of their wild sport, they failed to notice that the current had carried them several miles downstream. Eventually, the roar of the falls caught their attention. Realizing their danger too late, Lady Kraft and Jungle Babe began swimming for the shallows. Fortunately, Got Gal brought them both to safety without incident. Drenched and panting on the riverbank, the three naked women collected themselves.
“We could have been killed, if not for you,” Lady Kraft told Got Gal, and kissed her appreciatively.
Jungle Babe impatiently waited for their kiss to end. When it finally did, she pouted, “You’re my heroine, too,” and took her turn in Got Gal’s mouth.
Kissing done, Got Gal patted her friends’ bottoms and said, “Well, we can’t fuck here on the riverbank when we still have so far to go. Let’s get back to our clothes and equipment.”
It took more than an hour of staggering through the brush, but they finally made it back to where they had left their things. Strangely, everything but Lady Kraft’s gun-belt was gone.
“Where did our clothes go?” Got Gal gasped, “And our equipment, our backpacks…our food and water!”
Jungle Babe crouched, studying the ground. “Scavenger Ants,” she spat, “they collect anything they find and use it to build their nests.”
“Our packs were twenty pounds each, at least,” Lady Kraft protested.
“They’re this big,” Jungle Babe replied, stretching her index finger and thumb as far apart as possible, “and you’d be surprised what the little bastards can move.”
Sadly, Sara retrieved her belt from the tree-branch and muttered, “Lucky I kept this off the ground.” Buckling her guns around her bare waist, she complained, “Those were my favorite panties, too!”
Got Gal knelt and cinched the holster straps around her friend’s thighs. “I guess panties don’t matter much,” she said. Then, with a naughty giggle, she added, “It’s what’s in them that counts!” and caressed Sara’s dark pussy.
Jungle Babe quickly assessed their new situation. “Well, we can either go back to camp, or press on.”
Lady Kraft pointed out, “We’ll lose a day going back.”
“Two,” Jungle Babe corrected, nodding at the evening sun, “We’d have to hold up here and wait for morning.”
Looking to Got Gal, Sara asked, “You couldn’t fly us back?”
“Not the both of you. And even one at a time, for ten miles or more…?” Shaking her head, Got Gal concluded, “No, I don’t think my stamina could hold out that long Besides, we shouldn’t split up, even for a few hours.”
“It’s decided, then,” Jungle Babe said, “We go on – naked.”
Got Gal nodded, “That suits me.”
“Me, too,” Lady Kraft agreed.
They plunged into the river again, this time crossing to the other side. As the bare ladies gathered on the far bank, Jungle Babe said, “It will be dark in a few hours. We should find a place to sleep for the night.” She led them then into the heavy brush. Before they had gone far, the long grasses under their feet suddenly coiled about their shapely calves, rooting them to the ground.
Alarmed, Jungle Babe screamed “By the Goddess!” but was too slow to save her friends.
Got Gal stumbled backward, and the Got Emerald slipped from around her neck and bounded away. When she landed, the writhing grass twisted around her thighs, arms and neck as well. “Great Goddess of Got!” she howled.
“Bugger me!” Lady Kraft cursed. She pitched forward to her knees, while the grass seized her arms and constricted around her head and ample breasts, pulling her face tight against the ground.
Only Jungle Babe was left standing. She struggled against the savage tendrils holding her, but they squeezed her legs tighter, forcing her to her knees. They caught her waist and flailing arms as well, and pulled her down until her firm ass met her heels.
“Jungle Babe, what is this?” the choking Got Gal rasped.
“Bondage Grass,” Jungle Babe exclaimed, “It won’t kill us, but we’re not going anywhere until sunset – that’s when it sleeps.”
Gasping, Lady Kraft asked, “So, what do we do until then?”
Jungle Babe looked to her two companions – Got Gal spread-eagle on the ground, Lady Kraft with her ass in the air and her legs apart – and hissed, “We hope nothing dangerous comes by!”
They spent their first half-hour anxiously, but nothing approached them. Then, a peccary came to investigate the three bound women, but it squealed when the grass tried to ensnare it and scampered away in a panic. Jungle Babe, bound upright, was alone among them who could see their surroundings. “How does that make you feel, ladies?” she managed to joke, “We’re dumber than a pig.” She no sooner said this when a pair of enormous cats appeared, yellow eyes aglow in the dimming sunlight, and she gasped.
“What is it?” Got Gal asked nervously.
“Keep still,” Jungle Babe told the two of them, “Jaguars.”
The cats instantly spotted the three helpless women and ambled toward them, growling. As they padded onto the patch of Bondage Grass, however, they froze, caught in the twisting tendrils. Snarling angrily, the cats raked at the grass with their claws, uprooting the earth in which the vicious plants thrived. Then, freed again, the beasts began to pace as if planning a new approach to their prey.
“They’re afraid of the grass,” Jungle Babe told her friends, “if they go away before nightfall, we stand a chance.” She said this only to encourage them, knowing that jaguars were night-hunters, and would never pass up such an easy meal.
One of the cats circled the patch toward Lady Kraft. Then, as it stepped forward and got its paw caught in the grass, its claws came out and ripped the writhing plants from the ground. Steadily, the great cat tore a swath through the grass, inching its way toward Sara. The second jaguar, as if it understood what its partner was doing, began using the same means to work its way toward Jungle Babe.
The second cat reached its quarry first, and Jungle Babe, her pulse pounding, braced herself for a violent death. The huge muzzle loomed in her face, whiskers scratching like wire bristles, rank breath blasting from the drizzling maw, flared nostrils sniffing. Then, the enormous tongue rolled out and scraped harshly up Jungle Babe’s face like wet sandpaper.
As the jaguar continued licking – on her face, her neck, her breasts – Jungle Babe whispered to her companions, “I think it’s all right. It doesn’t look like they’re hungry.”
Jungle Babe was not completely accurate – the jaguars were definitely hungry, only not for food. The cat licking her suddenly paused, noticing Got Gal a few yards away, and began clawing its way through the grass toward her. The other cat, reaching Lady Kraft, sniffed at her upturned ass then ran its tongue up the length of her exposed cunt.
The Adventuress jumped with a loud squeal, but the Bondage Grass held her fast.
“Sara, get ready,” Jungle Babe warned her, “He’s going to mount you!”
No sooner had she said this than Lady Kraft felt the cat’s forepaws press into her back, grunting as its tremendous weight crushed her into the ground. Fighting to squirm free, Sara breathlessly cursed, “You randy bastard! If I could reach my guns, I’d blow you to hell…OOH!” She suddenly felt the jaguar’s erect penis slide into her waiting pussy, driving out what little air remained in her lungs. Helpless and unable to speak, she silently rocked back and forth while the cat frantically pumped her.
The second jaguar reached the hapless Got Gal, who squealed when its large, whiskered head appeared between her legs. Cringing at the blast of hot breath on her cunt and stiff whiskers pricking her thighs, she cried, “Great Goddess of Got, don’t let him eat me!”
The cat did begin to eat her, but not in the way she feared. The huge tongue slurped Got Gal’s open slit, and she gasped. The jaguar licked her again, and she felt the familiar warmth of flowing cum between her legs. The cat settled down on its front paws and began eating Got Gal’s pussy like a bowl of milk. The blonde heroine struggled violently against the Bondage Grass, but could not break free or chase away her tormentor.
“I wouldn’t do that, Got Gal,” Jungle Babe warned her, “That jaguar could tear you apart if you piss it off. Consider yourself lucky it only wants to eat your cunt.”
“But his tongue is driving me crazy!” Arching her back, Got Gal writhed again in her fetters, trying to suppress her mounting orgasm, “And he’s…he’s making me…cum!” She wailed as her first orgasm gushed out of her. Then, as it passed, she groaned, “Why doesn’t he just fuck me, and be done with it?”
“Because that’s a female,” Jungle Babe informed her.
Surprised, Got Gal stopped thrashing long enough to glance down at the beast lapping between her thighs. “Really?” she marveled, “A girl cat – and a lezzie on top of it?” Suddenly horrified, she asked, “She’s not going to make me reciprocate, is she?”
“I doubt it,” Jungle Babe soothed, “She’s hunting with a male, so she’s probably not a lesbian. In fact, she doesn’t know she’s having sex with you at all – she’s just licking your pussy because she likes the taste of your cum.”
“Well, that’s sweet of her,” Got Gal moaned sarcastically, “but I can’t stop climaxing if she doesn’t stop licking…ooh! Here I go again!” Her hips bucked convulsively, and another climax rippled through her. The cat’s tonguing increased, and the tortured Got Gal twisted helplessly against the Bondage Grass, groaning and gurgling incoherently.
The jaguar fucking Lady Kraft suddenly stopped his furious thrusting, and, holding himself tightly against her perfect ass, filled her cunt with his semen. As he finished and dismounted, Sara gasped like an underwater swimmer bursting to the surface. She had been painfully short of breath for several minutes, and her voice rasped as she gulped down air. Her ass and thighs glistened in the dwindling sunlight as the cat’s tremendous load of sperm spilled back out of her.
The sated male cat growled as it stalked off, and the female, stealing a last lick of Got Gal’s pussy, rose and followed her mate.
“Thank the Goddess!” Jungle Babe sighed. She waited until Lady Kraft’s frantic breathing slowed before asking, “Are you all right, Sara?”
Painfully, Sara wheezed, “The blackguard nearly made me cum.” Bitterly, she sneered, “Just like a man.”
“And you, Got Gal?”
“Thank the Goddess of Got that’s over!” Got Gal groaned. Her legs twitched spasmodically as her gushing climax dwindled.
Just as the three buxom beauties recovered their wits, a large insect buzzed into the glade, followed by another, then another. They resembled dragonflies, except that their abdomens glowed with some incandescent substance, and they were much larger – some almost a yard in length.
“Not quite, Got Gal,” Jungle Babe told her, “we’ve got company – a swarm of Death-needles! Don’t make any sudden moves!” The glen quickly filled with insects, and their buzzing drone grew deafening. “Listen, both of you,” Jungle Babe said softly, “They’re crazy with mating fever right now, so don’t do anything to provoke them. If one lands on your face, open your mouth quickly…”
“Eew!” Got Gal protested.
“Just do it,” Jungle Babe ordered, “their stingers are deadly poisonous. If we’re lucky, they’ll just leave. But if one lands, the frenzy starts…”
Just then a huge black insect landed on Jungle Babe’s face, hooking its wicked claws in her hair. She opened her mouth promptly, letting the creature insert its fat glowing abdomen into it. The Death-needle fucked her mouth rapidly, thrusting only three or four times before squirting its seminal fluid and flying away again. Jungle Babe barely had time to spit it out before the next fly was upon her, curling its stinger-tipped belly into her waiting mouth. The frenzy had begun and they came, one after another, like sailors to the cheapest whore in port. They landed and left so quickly that she no longer had time to spit, and simply let their sperm spill down her chin onto her breasts.
Jungle Babe heard Got Gal cough and sputter, and knew that the Death-needles had found her mouth as well. At least that meant the blonde avenger was still alive. With so many eager insect cocks going in and out of her mouth, she had no time to call out to Got Gal, to tell her not to panic and that the frenzy would be over soon. Desperately, she hoped her friends had been able to keep their mouths open – one jab of a stinger meant death. She worried that she heard nothing from Lady Kraft.
At last, the swarm thinned as the Death-needles moved on to new territory. Jungle Babe, relieved that she had survived the ordeal, coughed as she spit the last of the insect sperm from her mouth. She looked over at Got Gal and counted three flies yet to be serviced hovering over her. There were none over Lady Kraft, but her face was pressed so hard into the ground that the creatures might have ignored her.
“Sara?” Jungle Babe called.
“I’m all right,” the Adventuress returned.
A stray Death-needle suddenly alighted on Jungle Babe’s face, and she nearly panicked. Quickly, she let the deadly creature’s organ pump her mouth and climax in it. Once it flew off, she spit again and sighed with relief.
“Are you all right, Jungle Babe?” Sara anxiously called.
“Yes,” Jungle Babe replied, “Just a late-comer. What about you, Got Gal?”
The last of the Death-needles fucked Got Gal’s mouth and flitted off. The buxom blonde heroine, spitting out insect cum, worriedly asked “Is their sperm poisonous too?”
“No,” Jungle Babe assured her, “it just tastes awful.”
“Good – I had to swallow some. They were coming so quickly, I couldn’t spit it out fast enough.”
“You’re going to be sick for a little while,” Jungle Babe said, “but it’ll pass in a few hours.”
Moaning tiredly, Got Gal replied, “That’s better than being dead.”
A short while later, the sun descended, and the Bondage Grass relinquished its hold on the women. Got Gal retrieved the Got Emerald and returned it to her neck. For revenge, Lady Kraft seized a few tufts of the dormant grass and yanked it out.
“That does no good,” Jungle Babe informed her, “It’ll grow back in a day.”
Sara ignored her friend. Standing, she drew her pistols and put several slugs into the turf. A huge flock of birds, startled by the gunshots, burst from the foliage around them and scattered across the twilit sky.
“Now what’s the point of that?” Got Gal complained, cupping her injured ears.
“I don’t know,” Lady Kraft growled, holstering her weapons, “but it makes me feel better.”
The ladies returned briefly to the river to wash their soiled bodies and feel fresh again. As Jungle Babe had foreseen, Got Gal grew ill from the sperm she had swallowed, but the power of the Got Emerald speeded her recovery. Blind in the darkness, the three women joined hands and prowled, looking for a safe place to spend the night. As the full moon rose, they found a little cave in a hillside and crawled in. The cave air was very chill, making their nipples hard and erect. Huddling their naked bodies together for comfort and warmth, they kissed each other goodnight and went to sleep. They had had enough sex for one day.
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What’s this?! – Our horny heroines in the hot-seat? – Our frantic females fucked in feline frenzy? What could be next in store for our Titanic-Titted Trio? Tune in next time to find out!