The following is a work of fiction intended for adult entertainment. The author hereby declares it a work of public domain, free to be used in whole or in part, in any and all medium, for now and all time. Rook.

Authors note: This is the second part to the stand alone Savage Girl story and not part of the on going ‘origins’ story arch.

BUSH GIRL & SAVAGE GIRL in “THE FERAL FRAULEIN” (part two)

Ms. Prim Anne Proper, looked up from her desk and cast a be-speckled eye out over her small class room of seven charges. Five of the young boys were studying the reading material she had handed out to them with great intensity, and two others were leaning hunched down sideways out of their small desks so that only a small elbow of each could be seen. Ms. Proper opened her thighs a little wider in her short min-skirt and smiled at the little involuntary moan that escaped one of the peeping boys.

Ms. Proper had been in charge of the training of Tuggie Bull calves for over ten years now and she took great pride in her accomplishments. She had raised over three herds of bulls for the Tuggie cause since she had taken over the post from her deceased predecessor, and had achieved amazing results. Despite the unusual demands of the current situation, she felt she had done a remarkable job in face of very difficult adversity. Even her sisters who had originally cringed at the idea of putting such a young girl in charge of a Tuggie Bull pen, and had even complimented closing down the facility had to admit she had succeeded wonderfully. Well, at most things, that is, there was of course the on going problem of that Bush Girl!

As if almost on cue at the thought of the troublesome wench a little red light began to flash on Ms. Proper’s desk. Ms. Proper snapped her book closed and stood up, in chorus to a low moan of frustration, and ushered her little charges out of the class room and down the bunker hallway to their sleeping quarters. Where she supervised each young boys disrobing and tucked him into his sleeping cot, leaving the room and closing and locking the heavy metal door behind her. She flipped off the rooms light from the hallway switch and hurried to the locked doors of the milking room as fast as her tight skirt and high heels would allow her.

Fumbling through her great ring of keys she unlocked the doors and relocked them behind her. The room she had entered was enormous and comprised the hart of the underground bunker. Dotted around it were large humming fully automated milking machines with a man fastened amidst the chains and tubes securely in almost each machine. It was number twenty-four. Ms. Proper sighed, it was one of the X38 batch of clones. She had two of that batch in her new class of seven young bulls. The X38’s did well, at first, like all the other vat grown clones they went from infancy to full maturity in under three years, and they had a decent cock size of twenty-eight inches, and could maintain a milking erection for several hours, and they produced a viable quart of man milk every thirty minutes on average, but they died after just a year in the harness of the milking machines, in comparison to the five to seven year average of the other genetic clones. Ms. Proper tried to explain that the X38 should be discontinued from service but as the usual age of a Bull pen operator was thirty and she was still shy of her twenty sixth birth day, the Tuggie matrons simply ignored her insights and instead harped about her on going failure to get rid of the Bush Girl threat who had killed every other Tuggie sister who had ever ventured to the remote bunker. If it wasn’t for the enormous need for qualities of good quality man seed for the amulet and immortality programs and that there was only eleven other such isolated cloning Bull pens scattered around the world, Ms. Proper was sure the Tuggies would have closed down and destroyed the old Nazi bunker that the Tuggies had stumbled upon in the mid-fifties and had taken over, enslaving the scientist they had found here and redirecting their agendas to the Tuggie cause until the last of the withered old men had finally died.

The super solider genetic research the men had been working on had only produced monsters. Several of which were still housed in the sealed warrens of the deeper levels of the bunker, and one perfect un-aging super strong, physically perfect specimen. Who was a woman, naturally. The Tuggies had been delighted and had freed her from her Nazi captors at once, and the young woman had promptly butchered the Tuggies and escaped the bunker into the wild jungle surrounding it. Where decades latter she still remained, killing any one dumb enough to venture forth from the bunker. Luckily the bunker had a submarine base with a ten mile underwater twisting cavern tunnel leading out to the near by river, so the Tuggies could still make use of the facility with a few mini-subs once a month.

Tuggies would occasionally make visits and collect up amulets or canisters of man milk and sometimes leave a squad of shield maidens who invariably would venture forth into the jungle to hunt out the Bush Girl only to never return. Ms. Proper also ventured out to try and destroy the creature, but she too had little to no success and had developed a grudging respect for the young blonde girl that none of her fellow sisters shared.

Ms. Proper sighed and pushed the destroy button on the side of the large hulking milking machine and the dead husk of the male slide out of its harness where it had lived in semi-slumber for the past year and disappeared down a chute into the nuclear furnace room. It would play havoc with her quota losing another Bull, what with the sisters demanding the feeding of sixty new amulets of power for their up coming plan.

Ms. Proper looked over the near by wall ringed in large cocoons of glass where hundreds of amulets slept in their feeding baths of sperm. She walked the room and checked on her remaining Bulls, only fifteen remained and four were rapidly approaching their termination dates. She shook her head, if only they could destroy the Bush Girl and gain easier access to the sealed bunker instead of relying on the tinny mini-subs and the often dangerous underground river tunnel. Then they could ship in more than just spare replacement parts for the ageing machinery, they could build more milking machines and more storage rooms for supplies and she could increase her class size dramatically!

Ms. Proper opened the door and re-locked it behind her and walked back to the sleeping quarters and carefully slid open the peep portal in center of the heavy door. She was rewarded with several thick voices whispering her name over and over again as the young calves masturbated furiously to weak stringy ejaculations over and over again. Ms. Proper blushed with pride but as she breathed deeply at the musky air she could tell that the young studs would not be ready to be imprisoned into their milking stalls for several months to come. It was with a sad anxious disappointment that Ms. Proper slid the small viewing port of the dark room home and with down cast gaze wandered back to the her own locked quarters.

There was no avoiding it, as much as she hated to do it, once the sisters began to notice the ever lowering supply of her Bull pen and the lingering undeniable threat of the Bush Girl, they would once again put to question her abilities to handle the outpost and whether it shouldn’t be abandoned and destroyed all together. A decade of her hard work and endless proud struggle would be lost forever, and with a shuddering cry Ms. Prim Anne Proper locked her apartment door behind her and moved to the double air lock door that lead to the outside jungle.

As the first air lock door closed behind her, Ms. Proper removed her tight blouse, short skirt, stockings, heels, and her under garments and garter belt. She gathered these up and placed them into a locker in exchange for a black latex single piece shiny body suit that she had to squirm into after coating her body in baby oil. She slipped on heavy black boots and black gloves and lastly a small black cap. Carefully re-moving her glasses, she opened up a small metal case mounted inside the locker and removed a hypo and injected her self with a hiss into one of her body suit squeezed breasts. She replaced the hypo and closed the locker and keyed open the outer door to the jungle and stepped into the dim shadows of the heavy foliage.

The drug worked rapidly and within a few strides Ms. Prim Anne Proper felt her whole being flashed into searing sheets of pain! After a moment of hellish torment, the pain ebbed into tidal waves of wicked pleasure and she looked over her transformed body. The Feral Fraulein unleashed a howl of glee and sniffed the heavy air, her prey was surprisingly close by and she launched herself into the thick jungle growth with growls of predatory ecstasy!

Wilfred Cox shouldered the large hunting rifle and held up the compass that hung from a heavy thong from around his sun burnt neck, to his sweat stinging eyes, and muttered. The young man had become hopelessly separated from Professor Veldt der Nash after the old man had willfully set out alone from the hastily erected base camp upon some sudden whim of chance thought that had prized away common sense from the obsessive old goat, despite the blistered sore footed young mans angry protests to rest for an hour or two! And the young man in turn had been forced to flee that same small camp a scant half hour latter, when a horde of black savages had sprung upon it and slaughtered their four native porters, and though the young man had managed to allude his pursers for the time being he had no idea where he was or what had become of the Professor! He was just about to shimmy up one of the enormous vine covered trees surrounding him hoping it would reveal some sign of possible direction, when he heard the low whispered grunts from the bushes ahead of him. Creeping forward with rifle raised he peered through the nearby foliage and saw a dozen sleek nimble footed ebony warriors picking their way silently through the brush while darting eyes about them and at the jungle floor. How had they got in front of him! And why had they become so cautious of late? They had shown no such worrisome visages earlier when they had thrown themselves upon the two men. He eyed the heavy short spears in their powerful sable arms and slowly backed away from the brush, he would never be able to bring down more than one or two of the powerful blood smirched warriors with the bolt action riffle before the others were upon him and he cringed at the idea of being taken captive by such fierce looking natives.

Wilfred spun around carefully only to freeze as the most startling apparition her had ever seen appeared suddenly out of the underbrush he had been moving toward in hopes of a ready escape. There the leaves shook a moment and parted to reveal the emergence of a tall lithe pale white woman! She had long raven black hair that cascaded about her beautiful face which was half hidden behind a black shiny eye mask. Her slim arms were encased in shiny black gloves that rose up to her elbows and her long legs were shod in shiny black boots that rose up to her creamy mid-thighs. Her body was sheathed in a single semi-transparent shiny latex black leotard which struggled in vain in its low cut upon her magnificent full breasts and in its high cut upon her full swell of hips to contain her shapely curves as she jiggled forth from the dark jungle into the small brief clearing they now occupied together. He had time only to see the large silver ‘S.G’ belt buckle hanging low at an angle off one jutting hip and ponder in a daze of perplexity, when her light blue eyes raised up from her gloved hands losing of a twig at her fish net stockings, and seized upon his inertly leveled weapon which pointed directly at her. Her soft eyes flashed as cold and hard as sapphires and before he could make any motion to hush at her, she had leapt forward and disarmed him with a stiletto heeled kick!

Savage Girl had stumble through thorns and vines for over an hour leaving the brown boiling river behind her, all her reasoning slowly being blasted out of her by the insane gnawing hunger of the amulet around her neck. When suddenly she had stepped into a small glade and saw him! Food! The next thing she knew she had knocked the man down onto the ground and stripped the pants off of the unconscious young lad. Her eyes fastened upon his rapidly exposed tackle and she had thrown herself bodily upon his penis and feasted upon his luscious cock until it had popped a most delicious meal into the valley of her breasts and onto the waiting mouth of the starved amulet! She was angrily using both of her hands and jerking hard at the reluctant cock for more, much more, needed substance when the crack of a nearby foot on a small root sent her leaping to a crouch. Peering through the heavy brush Savage Girl could make out the dim outlines of over a dozen men! At last! With a blur of uncanny speed she shot through the brush and tackled the group!

It was quiet some time latter with the jungle thickening into dusk, that Savage Girl re-emerged upon wobbly legs into the small clearing where the prone and pantless young man still lay knocked unconscious. Behind her thirty once mighty warriors lay scattered about the jungle floor moaning and mewing lowly like small kittens in incapacitated raped numb sated bliss. She had milked them all several times through, before her amulet had finally belched and the insane hunger had diminished and had freed her of its mania. Savage Girl patted her disheveled hair back into place, removing a twig and leaf here and there, and stumbled up to the young man at her feet. Despite the recent orgy, not once had the amulet let her experience a releasing climax and the teasing tensions between her thighs was fevering upon her perspiring brow. The young man moaned, and Savage Girl decided to hurriedly pull his pants back onto him before he came to and questioned his environment. This she managed to do just as he stirred and she helped him to sit up as he rubbed his dizzy head.

“Are you alright? I saw the gun and well…” Savage Girl noticed that despite himself he could not tare his gaze off her enormous heaving bosom and she stood up to let him try and recover without such intense distraction. Unfortunately this only put her delicious needy snatch directly level with his face and in her see-through body suit the black smoky view had an almost comical noticeable effect upon the young man’s suddenly tenting trousers. Savage Girl smirked at him and widened her powerful stance, she could feel the amulets full power now humming through her coursing veins, and her own needy lusts were far from quenched!

The man struggled to pull his stare from the puckering flowering camel toe before his hard gulping face, when suddenly he blurted out, “O’ my god! The savages! They are near by!”

Savage Girl frowned at his face now twisted in concern and fear and no longer mesmerized by her throbbing wet twat, and frowned at his bruised scalp and looked out into the darkening wood and sighed at the low moans only her super powered hearing could make out, “I don’t think they will bother us any time soon. After all they were only men. Speaking of which what are you doing out here all alone in such a wild place?”

“I’m looking for the Professor, we became separated. He’s searching for a mythical temple belonging to some cult called the Tuggies. He seems to think it is very near by and he went off on his own in search of it before we could strike camp and follow him. We must find him before it gets dark!”

“Did you say Tuggies?” Savage Girl sighed at the nodding young man and fingered her pulsing gold and jade amulet. “Well, then, I believe we should find this Professor of yours. He may be in a great deal of trouble indeed.”

Professor Veldt der Nash, shook his head as much as his current position would allow and squinted up at the young flaxen haired woman who straddled his chest. The elderly man realized three things simultaneously; the first was that the young white sun bronzed girl had thrown herself not at him with such furry but at the enormous snake that had uncoiled its self directly behind him which she now held up triumphantly in her up raised arms with her bloody knife clasped between her white clenched teeth. Second he realized that the young girl was indeed a most natural blonde as the small triangle of pelt covering her unshorn snatch had fallen aside and her proud pussy was just inches from his quivering nose. And three that much to his surprise he was indeed most capable of still getting a woody, as to his embarrassment the young savage was soon frowning and marveling at in his quaking pants as the irksome member now poked and prodded at her firm soft opulent back side. The Professor tried to struggle out from underneath the taught buttery thighs clenching his chest as she dropped the enormous dead serpent and removing her knife from her mouth began to experimentally prod and poke back with the stone chipped flint knife blade at that which was doing the same to her derričre! With such goading it wasn’t long before the old man had scrambled free with a yelp of pain here and there and the tawny skinned girl let him roll to his feet as she slid gracefully to her own. The towering beauty frowned at him and gave a quizzical glance at the large erection still embarrassing his knife vented pants as he removed his pit helmet and placed it before the tenting khakis thus breaking her gaze and letting him speak without stuttering so much!

It surprised the good doctor to discover that the apparent wild child spoke fluent German, which happened to be one of the dozen or so languages that the Professor spoke readily enough. Still nothing she rapidly and increasingly distractedly said made much sense to him, and seeing her growing boredom with him and her apparent desire to leave him, he quickly thought to question her about the mythical Tuggie Cult shrine that had to be near by. The resulting cascade of rapid screeching hissing spitting rants that this evoked from the tall lithe girl nearly shocked the old man as much as her own nearly naked appearance had. Apparently not only did the place actually exist but she knew it precise location and it was manned, er womanned, by Tuggies!? It took a great deal of coaching, but suddenly on a whim the girl relented and decided to lead him to his life’s crowning achievement: proof that the Tuggies really did exist and the shocking surprise that in some form they still existed to this day! With trembling limbs the Professor tried to keep up with the flashing hips of his new guide but after only a few hundred yards the exasperated girl had simply grabbed him and tossed him over her broad shoulders and launched her self into the jungle canopy in a burst of steel coiled limbs!

During their search for the missing Professor, Savage Girl had found out that her small male companion was named Wilfred Cox and that he was a graduate student working alongside the Professor in his study of ancient female cults. That he was engaged to some sweet hart back in Europe who he was saving himself for and that he hadn’t the slightest survival skills at all! The idea that the young man still thought himself a virgin caused Savage Girl to laugh to herself as she pleasantly remembered the sweet taste of his hot spunk as it had splattered upon her tits only to be gobbled up by her winking amulet! Men were so stupid and had such strange weird brainless ideas of things. Savage Girl told ‘Willy’ that her name was Savage Girl and that she was a super heroine on the lookout for Tuggies to destroy. He hated being called, ‘Willy’ she could easily see that but he desperately needed her so she made sure to call him ‘Willy’ every time she spoke to him. As darkness encroached upon the jungle they weaved through Savage Girl wondered out loud if they shouldn’t shimmy up some tree for the night, but as Willy saw the flashing hunger in her eyes and the way she licked her lips, he stuttering insisted they press on a little while longer, for the Professors sake!

It wasn’t long before the pair had stumbled upon a large clearing that had tall poles spaced through it draping a camouflage cargo net over head and in the center of the disguised clearing a large squat structure that looked all the world like a World War Two pill box! Savage Girl had been lackadaisically pondering what fun it might be to start chasing little Willy through the jungle and stripping off pieces of his clothing each time she caught up with him as well as giving his square strong ass a good smacking before setting him off on flight again, and thus had failed to properly notice the strange placid clearing and its lone building at first. As such, lost in her sexual stew of bemusement daydream, she had almost stumbled over Willy as he came up short and pointed out the sudden group of figures that came rapidly around the corner of the seamless building. “It’s the Professor!” The young man had managed to shout before Savage Girl recognized in the dim twilight of canopied clearing that several figures were racing madly at them!

The feral fraulein had become confused by the unexpected sent of a Tuggie sister so strangely out of place in the jungle wilds and had momentarily abandoned the track of the Bush Girl in order to try and locate the source. Instead she had found several slumbering black males who had dared to enter the Tuggie lands and she had eviscerated them with her long claws and long fangs. The adapted super soldier serum of the long dead Nazi’s churned in her blood stream at the taste of blood and her enraged senses danced in plumes of dysfunctional rational for several hours until she could re-establish control over the blood lust.

Once she had mastered the rage within her again, she found her snout sniffing the perplexing scents of white men?! What’s more the Bush Girl had doubled back to the main bunker entrance! No doubt the clever bitch had laid out the black males as a distractive bait to keep her busy while she forced her way into the compound herself! Her prized bulls!

There was no way to reach the bitch before she entered the bunker, she had lived there for decades after all and knew all its secrets even better than she did! Her only chance was to enter the bunker form one of the peripheral vent shafts and release the Nazi super soldier scum that was kept sealed in the lower tunnels. The mindless mutant massive walls of flesh would attack anything they saw and only obeyed her lone voice of command which she had spent years hammering into their thick skulls. She was certain she could beat them into a lift and whisk them up to the upper floors and drive out Bush Girl who may be able to defeat alone such behemoth but not a horde of three or four such beasts! The feral fraulein raced to the nearest secret vent shaft and using her enormous strength tore off the heavy thick bars encrusted with verdant foliage.

It wasn’t a temple at all! The old man rose slowly to his feet where the young jungle goddess had carelessly dropped him like a sack of potatoes. The old man was perplexed but followed the swaying full buttocks dancing toward the camouflaged clearings sole central occupant of a squat metal structure. The girl easily located the seamless hidden door and opened it with several furious tugs of her rippling arms. The door grated reluctantly open and revealed a small metal chamber with a wall of lockers on one side and another thick door set in its far wall. The Bush Girl paused at one locker and pulled out a white blouse and a hypo gun and sniffed at it and growled. She shot a glance back out past his shoulder into the darkening clearing beyond him and the Professor swallowed dryly despite himself.

Just then the far door shot open and through it squeezed a distorted roaring mass of muscle of what may have once been a male giant gorilla now hairless and of such a sick bluish blind cave fish white that its frightening aggressive bulk was only out matched by its hideous rank stench! The Bush Girl gave out her own fierce cry and with knife flashing launched herself at the bulk but no sooner had she collided and her knife pierced its thick hide in half a dozen places, than she was struck by a new emerging brother of this monstrous fiend and with her flint stone knife arching a thick trail of blood she was flung violently backwards and both she and the Professor fled outside the cramped hallway to better ground!

It was here in the damp rising night fog of the suddenly dark jungle that Professor Veldt der Nash found himself tripping into Wilfred Cox and both confused and frightened men began to fumble about in the dark with their long riffles and firing in support of the two leaping women who threw themselves upon the five vast screaming brutes of muscle who flung them about like swallows in a high wind!

Suddenly the dark was split by the snap and thud of arch spot lights blindingly snapping on and into the boiling fray leapt a half wolf half woman creature who wore a black body suit trimmed in red and adorned with a white Nazi cross on her left breast and upon her field cap hat! The resulting tumult was a maelstrom of pounding tree sized fists and darting leaping female silhouettes! The feral fraulein and her mutant muscle monsters where gaining the upper hand despite the huge hulks bleeding from several bullet and knife wounds, when all of a sudden out from the jungle fringe lurched dozens of sex zombie Mattock men! They stumbled into the melee and their unavoidable influx confused and consumed the attention of the feral fraulein and her henchmen until with surgical precision Bush Girl and Savage Girl were left gasping amidst a field of quaking dead!

The two exhausted women, fondling one another and kissing deeply one another’s bruised lips, left the shaking Professor and his assistant up in the trees that they had fled scampering up into and entered the bunker and sealed the door behind them, turning off the outside lights to the two men‘s simpering yelps of fright. Both of the women had wounds to heal, tired limbs to rest, and an insatiable thirst to quench! Behind them in the glistening glen dewed in blood and congested in carnage, the rising moon shone down on one lone slim figure slipping limping into the jungle shadows, tossing back a sibilant single growl at the men high above her in the tree tops ringed by the gibbous full moon and quaking with fear and crying for a help in each others shaking arms that no one could hear.