Author:  kofiction

Elements:  Jungle girls versus a savvy slaver; knockout/sleepy theme.

 

 

Renee Silkwood was returning to his safe house in the city of Nopassa at dusk, fresh from the sale of the brunette French aid worker to an army general who lived on a farm outside of town.  As he parked his Land Rover in the alley nearest his flat, he picked a duffle bag from the front seat and began to think about his money.  Silkwood had received fifty thousand US dollars in exchange for the girl, several doses of the special serum and a bottle of ether.  It would be about six months before the general would tire of his new sex slave.  He would eventually give her to someone else when he desired a new object for his pleasure, whereupon Silkwood would return with a new offering. 

 

After about a half year the girls got to be a little too dulled for most of his clients’ tastes.  Besides the drooling, brain damaged characteristics the typical slave developed after about six months, the women also began to get sick, and that was a huge turn-off to the un-nurturing men who wanted to dominate a young healthy slave.  As a result, Silkwood had a summer and a winter client list he sold his procured captives to.  Soon though, he would have a special auction open to all his clients for three of the most exotic, alluring, unique women in the world.  An auction so lucrative, Silkwood imagined himself retired, living lavishly in South America with a harem of lovely servants all around his vast estate.  Finally, he could leave the chocking poverty of this African city.  He just had to complete the set he had begun collecting the other day.

 

He entered the hidden entrance to his basement flat and was please to see Jungle Lass just as he had left her that morning.  She was totally unconscious, sleeping on a sheetless white mattress and completely naked.  Her legs were spread apart and her ankles were tied to the corners of the bed just like her wrists above her head.  He had removed her gag and now her mouth was slightly parted, her head turned to its right side.  A tube came from inside her vagina to the I.V. by her bedside that administered Renee Silkwood’s special serum to the gorgeous, young, helpless victim.

 

Silkwood was pleased the serum had been so effective on Jungle Lass.  It had only been a day and she was all ready more submissive than many of the ordinary women he had caught and sold over the years.  It wouldn’t be long before her capacity to ever recover from the serum or the domination of a master was lost.  Then she would be the thoughtless and obedient puppet any man would be happy to pay for.  Silkwood had learned early on that as many of his regular clients than not wanted his girls to have already been broken.  While they might enjoy some aspects of resistance from time to time, they did not want to begin the process of subjugation from scratch.  Perhaps it was like someone who appreciates good food but wants nothing to do with the cooking, Silkwood considered.

 

But before she became useless, Silkwood needed to use Jungle Lass to bag the other jewels of the Jungle:  Jungle Girl and The Lioness.  He walked over to his sleeping prisoner and pulled out the serum drip from her front end, and undid her bonds.  He picked Jungle Lass up into his arms and sat her naked body onto a wooden chair.  While he steadied her dead weight by gripping her ample breast, he began to tie the limp body to the chair.

 

“You can’t take any chances, right my dear?  No need to be over confident.  I mean your foolish, trusting nature is what put you here with me in your current state, isn’t it?”  Jungle Lass was leaning forward with her chin on her chest as her head bobbed slightly with Silkwood’s Handling of her.  Her face was covered by her long and thick blonde hair that fell forward and revealed her naked shoulders and back.  He finished tying her up, grabbed her by the hair and pulled Jungle Lass back against the chair.  “Still out cold.  I bet an anaconda could slide up into you through your legs and you wouldn’t even moan.”  There was no reply from the helpless heroine.

 

“OK, my sweet, time to continue our little chat from the other day.  Then I promise we’ll go right back to where you are now.  I’ll even toss in a fresh does of serum for your trouble.”  Renee Silkwood pulled a bottle of cold water from his portable cooler and emptied the contents on to Jungle Lass’ face.  In just a few seconds the startled young women choked and gasped for air, becoming awake, though confused and disoriented.

 

“Where?  Where am I?  My clothes!  I’m tied up!” Jungle Lass blurted.  Her vision was blurry and she felt light headed, dizzy and very groggy.  She began to feel frightened, having no idea what had recently happened to her and not remembering the room she was in now.

 

“You are tied up, my pretty, and I am the one who stripped you naked.  You are my prisoner.  I am the slaver, Renee Silkwood, and you are under my control.”  Renee sounded like he was speaking to a child, with a strict and direct messaging style that established uncontestable rules and givens.

 

The effects of the serum were clearly impacting Jungle Lass.  Renee’s firm tone, his words, seemed to extinguish some of Jungle Lass’ rage and panic.  She was still not broken, but the fracture that would lead to the break was evident.  Somehow, the drug made the idea of being under another’s control, someone else’s prisoner, an acceptable thing.

 

“Please let me go.  You don’t want to do this.  I’ve never heard of you or seen you before,” Jungle Lass pleaded, though she had wanted to sound steadier.

 

“Yes you have Jungle Lass.  We spoke for a short while before I knocked you out and captured you just the other day.”

 

Again, listening to Silkwood speak that way undid just a tiny bit more of the young and helpless blonde’s will to resist.  Staring at him she let out a small gasp and breathed more deeply.

 

“I can just barely remember,” Jungle Lass murmured as she lowered her head in defeated shame.  “You tricked me and put me to sleep with a drugged drink as I was leaving Killamundo.”

 

“That’s right.  I’m afraid my collection of control drugs tends to have a detrimental effect on the memory.  Soon, you won’t even recall the conversation we are having now.  I know that sounds disturbing, but memory loss is just one of the things that needs to take place before you forget who you are and totally succumb to my will.  But that doesn’t matter anyhow.  I’m not interested in taking a trip down memory lane with you.  I need your help to capture Jungle Girl and the Lioness so they can share your pitiful fate and make me the richest man in the sexual slave trade business.”

 

The thought of her dearest friends being rounded up and beaten as she had been stoked Jungle Lass’ coals just a bit.  “I’ll never help you.  I’ll die before that happens.”

 

“I thought this subject matter might still find you resilient.  That’s alright.  I am prepared.”  Silkwood slowly approached the bound, nude figure and knelt beside her.  He was pleased to see her nervous and intimidated.  He felt sure the gas would be able to subdue her.  He held up a small canister right in front of Jungle Lass’ petrified face.

 

“In a few seconds I am going to gas you with this hypno vapor.  It will put you into a mindless trance, but before you pass out you will be in my power, compelled to answer my questions about subduing Jungle Girl truthfully.”

 

Jungle Lass choking back tears and spat out “No!  I won’t allow that gas to work on me.  I’m Jungle Lass!  Not some ordinary, weak willed woman.”

 

“Don’t be so prideful, little girl!  You have already been doped with my submission serum for a full day!  Also, I have noticed you are particularly vulnerable to the effects of my sleep and control chemicals.  Unlike a normal woman of the world who has regular exposure to the toxins in food, drink, medicines and other things that build resistance, you are like an immunity deprived child encountering a new virus.”

 

Jungle Lass trembled in fear.  She knew he was right.  It had seemed this strange man could put her to sleep with a thought.  Would total control over her follow?

 

“Besides, I once captured and used this hypnotic gas on a sensuous KGB agent in Angola; a professional female spy trained to resist interrogation.  When I was through with her she told me everything she knew about her mission, where her cash drop spots were located, even her sexual history.  I even convinced her she was about to defect to the West so when her fellow agents came to investigate the trouble I later caused, they would never think to look for me or even know I existed.  She let herself be executed, because of the potency of this gas.  You are a fool to speak with such bravado.”

 

Silkwood slowly raised the tip of the canister to Jungle Lass’s face, right in front of her nose and mouth, taunting her.  She began to shake with fear and after an unbearable few seconds she finally broke down, shrieking “NOOO!  Don’t!” whereupon Silkwood pressed the button and released the hissing sound of the thick, slow moving hypno vapor which enveloped Jungle Lass’ entire face and head.  Panicked, she foolishly gasped and inhaled lungful of the green gas. 

 

It had an instant effect on her.  The twenty one year old was suddenly floating in free space, dazed like she had been punched in the face by a heavy weight boxer.  There was a tingling in her fingers, toes and face and her vision was slowly being blacked out from its periphery.  Her tensed muscles began to relax, and she laid he head back against the chair.  As the thick gas still enveloped her, Jungle Lass’ will was slowly soaked away and she began to forget not to breath.

 

Silkwood was putting on a thin filter mask on the other side of the room, while he allowed the helpless female to be permeated like a smoked ham by the mind controlling vapors. 

 

“Take deep breathes, Jungle Lass.  Deep breathes.  Do as I say.” 

 

She moaned loudly in response to his instructions, “Ohhhhh.” 

 

He returned to her and saw her glassy eyes looking at nothing.  As the gas dissipated she was indeed breathing deeply.  He waved his hand if front of her eyes.  They did not move and she did not blink.  It was like she had become blind.

 

“Jungle Lass, can you hear me?”

 

“…yes…”

 

“Good.  Listen very carefully.  You are very, very sleepy.  I have drugged you with a powerful hypnotic gas.  You cannot resist it.  It has absolute power over your weak mind, which means I have absolute power over you, Jungle Lass.  Under my power you will listen to my voice and do as you are told.  You well answer my questions with the truth because I command it.  Your only instinct is to serve me.  I am your master.  Do you understand?”

 

“…uhhhh…yesss…”

 

“How do you feel, Jungle Lass?”

 

“…sleepy…empty…”

 

“Good.  You will get back to sleep very soon, I promise.  And you are right.  You are an empty vessel.  There is nothing inside you.  No will to resist.  No thoughts of your own.  You are naked and helpless, drugged and bound to a chair in a small, dirty room.  No one knows where you are.  You are mine to control and your will, or any sense of resistance, has been gassed away.  You will obey my voice and answer my questions.  I am your master.  Do you understand?”

 

“…o-obey…yesss…m-master…”

 

It pleased Renee to see this sexy, arrogant little bitch so easily hypnotized into submission.  The Russian agent put up a fifteen minute fight before the gas took hold of her and smothered her will.  This was nothing.  Silkwood took out an audio recorder from his bag.  He would record her answers for his own benefit and also play back the tape for Jungle Lass later on.  Hearing herself hypnotized and slavishly answering her master’s questions would assist in her ultimate subjugation.  When she would hear herself responding so easily to such domination, it would add to the effects of the serum making it difficult for Jungle Lass to contemplate or remember her independence.

 

“Now my dear, sweet, helpless Jungle Lass…”

 

“…yes…”

 

“Where can I find Jungle Girl?”

 

“…she should be heading…to Quicksand Swamp…to meet me…”

 

“Excellent, now describe it for me and a place where I can hide in a blind to best see her approach before she could see me.”

 

Jungle Lass complied.  She breathily described every geographic detail Silkwood needed to hear.

 

Now, I want to take her prisoner like I did you.  I want to knock her out and bring her back here for serum treatments.  How best can I do that?

 

“...mmm…” Jungle Lass squirmed uncomfortably.  “…drugged dart…” 

 

“You think that is best?”

 

There was some part of Jungle Lass that wanted to resist the command to answer Silkwood’s question.  But it was only a few seconds before she began to reveal the information her master wanted to hear.

 

“…once we were helping the Henda make peace with a group of rogue soldiers…Jungle Girl defeated three men at once as they fought with her...but as she turned…to face a fourth enemy several feet away…he revealed a blow gun…and shot her in the breast with a drugged dart…she fell to the ground almost instantly and…was knocked out for hours…”

 

“Excellent, Jungle Lass,” Silkwood said with a sinister, self satisfied grin.  “If Jungle Girl is half as vulnerable to my ether and special serum as you are, I will have her helpless and ready for sale in no time.”

 

Jungle Lass let out a submissive moan.

 

Renee walked over to Jungle Lass and put his hand over her young face.

 

“Rest now, my dear.  You have done a good job.  You have bent to my will, given me my answers and betrayed your sister in arms.  Sleep.”

 

“…mmm…” Jungle Lass murmured before becoming unresponsive.  Silkwood unbound the unconscious beauty and began squeezing her firm and shapely breasts.  He leaned over and kissed her pouting lips.  Then he picked up her limp form from under her arms and carried her back to the bed.  Now, he decided, it was time to have this young thing for himself.  It had been a good day and now it was time to enjoy himself.  He dropped his trousers and forced himself into her blonde mound.  She twitched and moaned deliriously as Silkwood realized she had been a virgin until that moment.

 

“I had no idea, Jungle Lass.  I figure growing up in the savage jungle you would have been taken by now, perhaps by some Henda lover when you were a vulnerable teenager.  But it seems the ways of sex have eluded you.  Now my imprint on you is more significant than ever.”

 

Silkwood began to rhythmically thrust into her as he massaged and squeezed her soft breasts.  He fucked her gently at first, as he cleared her path for the first time, then more roughly.  Jungle Lass was still out of it, but squeaking and yelping as if having a bad dream.  At the same time, however, Silkwood noticed her body began to sweat, and her nether lips became moist and compliant.  She had no control over her body as it followed its instinctive female instructions for allowing a man to have access to her.  Her breathing became rapid and deep while her nipples became erect.  Her subconscious was completely giving into him as Silkwood raped the beauty.  Finally, Silkwood was thrusting into her violently and nearing climax.  Just as he did so, Jungle Lass woke up and through bleary eyes saw her captor on top of her and realized he was taking her body against her will.

 

“Stop! Get off me!” she hollered in terror.

 

“As you wish Jungle Lass, but only to change positions,” Silkwood replied sinisterly.  He had not yet come.  He pulled out of the whimpering Jungle Lass, who was still too weak to fight, and threw her over onto her stomach.  Still drugged and freshly traumatized it didn’t occur to her what was about to happen.  Renee looked at Jungle Lass’ perfect petite ass and grabbed her thighs with both hands, pulling them apart.

 

“What?  What are you doing to me?” the sobbing Jungle Lass uttered.

 

“I am going to break in your back door, my little jungle whore.  This is going to hurt you very much and give me more pleasure than I’ve had in long while.”  

 

“No, Please don’t…” there was no stopping the tears in Jungle Lass’ eyes.

 

“It’s cute that you think begging will make a difference.”  With that he rammed his cock up her ass and Jungle Lass shrieked in pain.  Each thrust caused her to yell, squirm and thrash about.  She became a little too uncontrolled for his comfort, so Silkwood roughly grabbed the back of her head by her long, sweaty blonde hair, forcing the young woman to arch her back and tilt her head as far back as it would go.  She was paralyzed in this position, unable to move her ass, now in an offering positioned high in the air and perfectly comfortable for where Renee stood with his cock as deep inside her as he could push it.  He held her in place for a moment, her body tense and rigid, but after several seconds, Jungle Lass weakened.  Silkwood knew she was almost completely finished.

 

Leaning over, Renee Silkwood whispered into his captive’s ear, “In the wild, my dear Lass, the female is taken by force when the male is ready to breed.  Now you can have a taste of your namesake, from your new master.”

 

Jungle Lass desperately mumbled, “Please no…please.  I can’t take it.  Too much…too much…can’t fight…nothing…left…” and with that, through a waterfall of tears, the broken Jungle Lass passed out. 

 

Her arms fell uselessly by her sides, but her head was still pulled back by Silkwood’s hand.  As her mouth hung open, slack jawed, Renee came inside her, and took a few moments to empty himself into the passed out female.  He slowly pulled out of Jungle Lass’ sexy ass and laid her inert body down on the bed.  She was breathing easily, with some tears still coming from her closed eyes. 

 

Silkwood was satisfied.  This time, she had passed out because her spirit was broken.  No drugs had pushed her into the darkness, at least not directly.  She had fainted out of hopeless resignation; dominated so completely there was no resistance she could offer against it and no will power to continue her struggles.  Jungle Lass’ collapse not only sent her into unconsciousness, but also destroyed her last chance to fight off the efforts to make her a sexual slave.  She was done.

 

Silkwood bound her ankles to the corners of the bed and tied her hands together behind her back.  He reapplied her gag and took the I.V. tube of serum, this time feeding it up into her freshly pirated ass.  Finally, he pulled out his pad of ether and gave it a fresh soaking.  He put it over Jungle Lass nose and mouth.  For one brief second her eyes opened.  But almost instantly they began to cross as her eye lids fluttered and closed and once again the blonde jungle beauty was sent into drugged sleep.

 

“Good night, Jungle Lass, my helpless conquest, my pathetic slave.”  Silkwood stroked her face and ran his fingers through her thick blonde hair as he firmly held the pad over her nose and mouth.  “You were simple to capture and control.  You have suffered your last defeat, my dear.  I can only wonder if Jungle Girl, a few years your senior, will off me any more of a challenge to turn into a submissive prisoner.”

 

Jungle Lass lay inert and unknowing.  She breathed in the fumes from the pad as the serum drip saturated her perfect, bound body, now completely defeated. 

 

In the metaphysical realm, the scales of justice tipped just slightly more in favor of the darkness.