Author: kofiction
Elements: Jungle girls versus a savvy slaver;
knockout/sleepy theme.
Renee Silkwood was returning
to his safe house in the city of
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
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
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
“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.