The following is a work of fiction intended for adult entertainment. The author declares any and all elements herein contained that may be construed as works of original creation to be public domain. Jungle Babe as well as Wild Girl are copyrighted characters of Mr. X and are used herein by his kind permission as in accordance to conditions laid down at his fantastic web site. Rook.

Authors note: The demise of Mr. X’s Danger Babe site, (you can view the mighty lofty ruins of the still powerful and magnificent works by buying the downloads from his free site) was sad indeed, as it saw another great bastion of wonderful art lost to the toothless gums grimy horde of morbid mendacity. Still X hung in there longer than most and those works he brought forth were worthy treasures indeed. My personal favorite were the late in the season, promise of the ‘Jungle Tales’ series. This was a fun series with endless potential and the story that follows is definitely in the vein of that comic. I hope you like it and I hope it will encourage others to purchase the ‘Jungle Tales’ themselves as they are a great read! Ah! What might have been, eh? Rook.

“Jungle Tails” presents: The Well of Eyes

The ill slatted door slumped closed diminishing the fog strained moonlight into a night gloom pallor stifling the small shack into an eerie tomb-like stillness, interrupted by the sudden unexpected slithering explosion of a match striking into phosphorous flame. The greedy flame spluttered in the thick cloying air and the gnarled hand that clutched at it dipped it quickly to a stubby bent candle set spiked upon a simple tin can with nail punched through its bottom. The candle took the flame nipple and awoke into a dull shimmer of Eldritch day. The neck twisted wick bobbed its globe of illumination across the ancient rough hewn oak table top long mitered to a stone like lusterless sheen of goblin skin. The flickering yawn dashed upon a ring of unsteady faces of which the largest hovering in the bleak darkness blew out the lingering match and in a surreal disembodied squawk of barking wood scrapes took a seat along side the others.

“I’m glad to see all our company is here. And that my initial hint of the tale to follow has imbrued our fine fellowship with a brave touch to out weather this necessary precaution of isolation. It is not every hart that would venture to a grave diggers shack in the dead of a starless night at the turning of the tide.”

“Out with it! Before you try my patients too far!” A voice hissed in the dark to the first speakers right, it encouraged bangs and hums of support that hinted that there was little true bravery in any of those breasts that night indeed.

“Alright, alright, calm your excitable passions my friends. I sense the spirit of adventure is already threatening to overwhelm you before I can even put a course to your rudder. I will indeed relay my tale, all in good and full, just as I promised to each of you. And just as I promised each of you, the telling will disclose a treasure so wondrous that brave harts as yourselves will be made kings by just the hearing of my little tale.” The man who had lighted the candle now paused in his speech and leaning into the ring of light he cast a look over each ice berg tip of a thick shadowed portrait of a face that stared unmoving back at him. The chiaroscuro light played in clinquant glints off the broad uneven features of the rough face as he smiled and began to speak again.

“Well, then it starts simply enough. In Seventeen Eighty Seven of our Lord, the good frigate HMS Lost, so named as it had been taken and re-taken and taken again from the Spanish in the Sugar Islands. Was commissioned under a former Dutch Captain, one Hellmark, to re-fit and re-supply to join a convoy for the India continent. But either through conscious treachery or willful malice or innocent accident of misfortunate she never made that rendezvous. But instead, vanished into the South American trades never to be heard from again. That is until now.” A heavy calloused hand suddenly appeared hovering above the inky lipped table clutching a mangled thick leather bound book. “Gentlemen, when I found myself in the presence of this here log book of the last fated voyage of the Lost, I knew I had to become in full possession of it to painstakingly learn its secrets. And painstaking it was! For what man here reads heathen Dutch?! But I was always of a most resourceful nature and its secrets I did indeed gleam. Here my men is a tale of woe and wonder the likes of which no living man has ever known.” Another hand appeared next to the first and together they pried together the stiff creaking blistered binding. Many of the pages inside were lose and all were badly damaged and wimpled. The hands juggled the pages back and forth as the book was thumbed for all to see, pages of notes of scrawls of drawings of maps of numbers of images of fantastical creatures!

In the dim golden light the pages danced before the entranced eyes. “The story is of course only half told here. I had to gather glimmers and glints of folklore and legend from hundreds of garbled sources. And always in such a way as to limit and disparate any suspicions as to my queries less I lead another to my source of intent. Like a great serpent I slid about the continent gathering my little seeds from ignorant and savage hands. Until I was ready and full knowing in my design. Until, now!” He shut the book and its yellowed pages in a flutter of candle dancing light.

The book vanished back into the darkness and the oily voice continued, “according to Hellmark, his crew mutinied and took full possession of his ship. They were about to turn him over board with a sliced gullet when he made them the offer of his services as a navigator, something the crew were sorely in miss. They agreed and Hellmark was made a party to the mixed race crews general thoughts of destination. It seemed that they had heard many wild tales of a lost tribe of savages living in the wilds of South America who were in possession of great wealth in the form of many splendid gems. And the crew were of the mind to visit this distant potentate and relieve him of some of his corporal wealth there by freeing his immortal soul of the sin of such substance, while taking on the burden of such earthly corruption themselves. Apparently one of the fellows even had a map of sorts to the general location of this myth and Hellmark set down to dutifully plot a course based upon it.”

After several violent storms, for it was the hurricane season and only mad men were embarked at this time of the year, the Lost managed to find its self limping into a small secluded harborage after an exhausting four month voyage. Hellmark went ashore with several well armed parties and after gathering much needed fresh water and supplies found himself face to face with some natives. He discovered much to his surprise that these natives knew of the people and the gems and quickly gave Hellmark and his men several guides in exchange for a few pounds of metal tools and bolts of cloth.”

“The guides lead Hellmark and his boats of men up numerous miles of twisting river and several days of over ground portage to a small village at the base of a range of ever enlarging mountains. This village housed about four hundred people and was ringed with a twelve foot high mud brick wall. The wall had no inner firing step ringing it and instead had large square mud brick towers every few hundred yards to guard it. As Hellmark pondered how to take the village by force as his guides had lead him to believe the residents to be utterly hostile, he was surprised to find himself and his men welcomed into the village as great guests. As Hellmark made much display of his men’s firearms and steel weapons, the tribal leaders decided to make him a proposition. They would give him much of the gems he seemed so smitten with that lay about in the village in abundance if he and his warriors would do the village the little favor of destroying the great city of the mountain beyond under whose leaders they were vassals. “

“Hellmark seems to have wanted to simply kill the villages warriors and take off with the large amounts of jewelry around him. But his men, of whom he still claimed to be something of a prisoner, were enamored with tales of the great city’s tremendous wealth beyond and were eager to accept the mud walled villages offer.”

“So, now armed with several dozen village warriors as guides and the four small bronze canon he had sent for from the ship. Hellmark set up the mountain paths with his men and canon to find and destroy the great city of gems. After four weeks of miserable trekking dragging their canon and porters behind them, they found themselves not before the gates of the great city of gems but instead before the lesser city which guarded the final approach to the great city. The walls of this city were over twenty feet tall and made entirely out of heavy large blocks of black stone hewn out of the mountain side. Hellmark’s canon did little effect against the yard thick walls and despite several attempts at escalade, the thousands of warriors inside the walled city repelled them in face of numerous losses on both sides.”

“It was at this time that Hellmark while interviewing some of his captured prisoners, made several startling discoveries about his proposed destination. First off the great city was moated by a wide crevasse that fell several hundred feet and could only be crossed at two stone bridges which were each well fortified and manned. The city its self was carved out of the very mountain its self and nigh impregnable, and if report were to be believed, garrisoned by four thousand warriors armed not with stone weapons and large armor piercing darts as the first two villages had, but with metal tipped weapons of terrible carnage. There were also strange and terrible beasts, monsters, pulled out of the deep channeling pits of the mountains and crudely trained to attack men foolish enough to dare to try and assault the city. And the great city was ruled by an elite cast of foreign priests from long ago and far away who lived exclusively on humane flesh and held strange horrible powers.”

“A cannibal society was enough for Hellmark, he had no interest in being taken alive and eaten by some polyglot of savages. He worked on his men to accept his plan to return to the first mud walled village and take by force all the gems there and use these to ‘appease’ the King of England for the barrowing of his ship. Needless to say the men thought little of pleading for a King’s mercies but decided to break off their attack upon the stone wall city if they could make no headway over the next week of efforts.”

“This proved to be a disastrous course for Hellmark and his men, as a war party in response to the envoy of the stone city from the great city of gems arrived the next day and instantly attacked Hellmark’s camp with the entire force of the stone city’s much depleted warriors. Despite enormous devastation of gun powder and lead and steel sword and iron cuirass the savages overwhelmed Helmark’s forces and took several of them prisoner, including Helmark himself.”

“What happened next is difficult to make out. Helmark obviously writing well after the event, says he only made it to the base of the final jagged fingers of the outcropping of the great stone city of gems. That the war party rested at the lip of the gorge acting as a moat of the entrance to the great city, and that here he managed to escape somehow with half a dozen of his men. But he never makes much mention of this incredible fact and passes over it in but a sentence or two. However, other sources hint that Hellmark made some kind of deal to bring the great city of gems into possession of his distant ship and its canon and set off with a large group of warriors who were instructed to punish the mud wall city and take all their warriors into captivity to be fed to ‘the well of eyes’! whom Helmark considered to be an euphuism for the priest caste who ruled the city of gems and ate only humane flesh.”

“Whatever the truth, the mud city warriors were waiting for the warriors from the upper cities and ambushed them in the jungle. Hellmark writes he now escaped a second time?! Though he makes no mention of being recaptured and in the great confusion of the melee, slips away with a few men and makes his way back to the ship. Only to stumble to the alcove after several days of endless forced marching to find the ship vanished!”

“What happened to the Lost is unknown, but in a season of storms it seems very likely she was destroyed. Regardless, Hellmark and his small stragglers forced their way up the coast until they came to a small fishing village and from there traded their way further along, village after village, but he never reached ‘civilization’ again. He died from some sickness only a few months after his adventure and left only his ship log and his sword. The log I have now, the sword seems to have vanished into the murk of the interlaying centuries.”

“So what dose this fantastical tale have to do with any of us?” A lone voice ringed out after the uneasy pause following the story tellers leaning back out of the small circle of light upon angry chair legs.

“Well, lads, I’ll tell ya.” Another match erupted and worked furiously at the dark skull bowl of the tellers teeth clenched pipe. “We have here a Father Clemens. Who speaks a hundred native tongues, and has a taste for young men that has sent him scampering into the forgotten wilds of South America. A few fists full of sapphires should set you up in a nice little freshly built church on some Andes foothills, to fill to your harts content with young boys, eh?” The old priest shied away from the ring of light his small round glasses catching the reflection of his teenage traveling companion who smiled broadly at him.

“And Captain Sty has a well kept craft, sea worthy and strong, but long past both their primes. What would a fist of diamonds buy for you… Commodore?” The pudgy face frowned and stared at the candle flickering in the center of the small table before him.

“And Mr., eh, Jones. Is well versed in mountain climbing and ropes and the like. How would you like to buy yourself a new name, Mr. Jones with a pocket full of rubies and return back to the tidier world of Hotels with towels and running water?”

“And I, well I, have the log and its maps and a plan to make us all very rich men, gentlemen. So, what do you say to that?” The fumes from the pipe swirled closely about the weathered craggy face and gave the squinting eyes a hard obsidian glint despite the oatmeal warmth of the olive skin shimmering about them.

“What plan? All you have told us is an old wise tale full of nonsense and superstition. You think you alone has heard of the lost city of gems?”

“I must agree with the Captain, that there seems little of merit in an old log, perhaps fake, to set us wandering into the harsh wilds of the jungle mountains.” The querulous voice of the priest floated on the dark air.

“Besides, I must surly be the youngest man here, and I’m nearing fifty!” The mountain climber scoffed, “do you really think this lot can handle a month of portage through a jungle and up a mountain, and what of your armies of savages?!” The voice turned incredulous and broke off in a head shaking grunt.

“Gents, lads, trouble you not over the baubles of details. Just seven years ago a group of soldiers stumbled over the ruins of the mud walled city and found a few large gems and hundreds of smaller precious stones. But knowing nothing of the stone walled city nor the great gem city beyond they simply scouted around the jungle in a circle for a few miles and returned back to base scratching their collective heads.”

“Soldiers?!”

“Indeed. The country there has been in on again off again civil war for over one hundred and forty years now. As a century of military juntas have rose and fell about themselves leaving little time or resources to search the wilds of their own nation for fear of guerilla attacks and kidnappings.”

“And you think we can just waltz in and set up camp to steal their countries jewels?!”

“Lads, do me some justice. I have studied satellite maps of the area and I have found there is a river that falls on the far side of this mountain city of gems. Which is just passable for most parts for a small ship just the draft of our good Captain here.”

“And did your satellite maps show a large bustling city on the side of the mountain covered in sparkling rocks?”

“Those mountains are always in heavy clouds, lads. And being of volcanic nature, thermal imagery doesn’t work worth a penny dram.” Another pause of pipe puffing as the heady smoke hung in tendrils about the quiet table. “I’ll tell you what, my fine fellows. We’ll sneak in the back way, make sure passage through the thick tidal swamp maze of the low lands and force passage almost right up to the great falls that are the very back door of those accursed and haunted lands. I have a crude map of a fellow who escaped the slave mines of that sunken city of clouds, escaped with a two pound diamond to prove his tale. A map showing a way up the backside of the mountain cliffs and a hidden fisher into the very well of eyes its self!”

“What is this well of eyes, then?”

“In volcanoes there are often these vertical shafts which in turn are cluttered with rare gems, naturally to the superstitious these would be a ‘well of eyes’.”

“And highly poisons vapors, and earth quakes, and a thousand other dangers I know not what?! And how do you suppose to get all those gems out of that well with a bunch of withered sixty year old men and a city of cannibal savages right above?!”

“With brains, Mr. Jones. The one limb that withers last. Did I say this was ‘all’ our party? Why then my apologies there remains one other to introduce.” Whisking up the crude candle lamp off the table the story teller grasped the rough hewn table top and flipped it aside much to the startling of the gathered group. The table turned out to be a slab of planks set upon a hollow crate, now laid bare and as the teller lowered the sputtering candle into the gapping maw of the now open crate one and all saw a trussed up unconscious…”Jungle Babe!”

The exclamations were loud and numerous and just as the recriminations of madness and scrapping boot heals sought blindly the door to the small shack, the teller boomed in again. “Be not afraid lads. That feisty vixen will not awake for several more hours yet, and she is well bound. So, gather around and hear me, and meet our worthy team mate who will undertake all our most dangerous ventures for our collective good-natured part.”

“You’re mad! She’ll tare us all to pieces!”

“I thought Africa was her stomping grounds? She’s a long way from home then.”

“Right you are Captain.” The story teller sat down again upon his rickety chair and put up his muddy boots on the edge of the open crate, crossing his ankles and relighting his pipe. “I made my first fortune in the gold fields of South Africa, and promptly lost it in the saloons of South France. I made my second fortune as a bandit of sorts between the DaBears diamond mines, where I first chanced upon this young upstart. She was neck deep in breaking up the Muslim slave trades centuries old in the greater west of Africa but apparently had enough time on her dainty little hands to slip down at the DaBear’s request and muddle up my works. And again when I moved on to some light cattle rustling. And again when I set my hand to some small time kidnapping, and so on. I learned to respect the little jungle mouse,” he banged his smoldering pipe bowl into the crate containing the queen of the jungle, “over time. So much so I took it upon myself to leave her stomping grounds and try my hand in other climes.” He waved a weary hand about the grave diggers shack. “But once I had engendered this plot, I just ‘knew’ that none but she, could make this a winning endeavourer! None has her lithe acrobatic abilities or great strength or courage or her uncanny ability to commune with nature. And what is one jungle to another? If she can tame the lions of the veldt can she not coo the leopards of the canopies?”

“Your casual indifference will be the death of us all. And what do you plan to do, keep her tied up through out our entire adventure? How much help is she to us like that!”

“Calm yourselves men. In so many years of scrapes think you not that I haven’t fathomed my adversaries sole primal weakness? She will do what ever I tell her, if she ever wants to see her ‘special friend’ Wild Girl ever again.” The teller placed his pipe back into his breast pocket and wiggled his feet back and forth over the open crate in childish glee as he smiled his yellow toothed crocodile smile. The men collectively leaned cautiously over the crates mouth and peered wearily in, only to cringe back instinctively when a low moan raised up out of the wooden box. The teller howled with laughter.

Captain Sty wiped the perpetual sweat from his sun beaten face and retied the red bandana across his much lined brow and squinted ahead through the glassless portal of the small deckhouse of the decrepit tug, ‘Doutzen.’ He stared at the sweat stained back of the mountain climber Jones who had suddenly stopped amidst his perpetual checking of his gear on the front decking’s small open space, and was now standing amongst coils of snake like rope and piles of silver clips and metal conveyances utterly alien to the old Captain, bolt upright staring into the motionless canopy of omnipresent swamp trees and moss and vines that webbed the small winding trail of shallow muddy water the boat was nudging through at a snails crawl. Sty reached over to the cracked brown tape deck duck tapped to the pealing paneled deckhouse wall next to him and clicked off the low soft musings of Tony Bennet. Only the muttered chugging of the diesel engine now rumbled in the bright flashing glare of the fractured strobe effect of sudden piercing equatorial mid-day sun and the shuttered cloud of heavy forest canopy reaching into cliff like effect on all sides of them. The Captain was just about to switch the motors off, his large brown hand hovering over the tarnished key next to the cracked brass compass, when a sudden flash of white flung its self through the air.

It was just a flash of ascending mottled motion, a ball of irregular grace which comet like shot out of the heavy hanging trees ahead and flickering through the marbled gleam of shadow and sun ray, tumbled in an arch above them and then in a majestic twist of effortless agility unfolded its self into a long danger like slip of leopard lean proud mass to land silently upon the boats gunwales and stand there as a snowflake upon a rabbits hair. For there, to both men’s utter shock, stood Jungle Babe, her graceful wide stance upon the giddy knife edge prowl, as weightless and effortless as a spirits.

Jungle Babe, Danna McQueen, her hazel green eyes flashing fire at both startled men, stood wide stance upon the balls of her nimble feet upon the lip of the small tugs side. The vessel crawled from somber dark into radiant light and back again through the spotty rays of sunlight and patchy shade. The shadow brought out the flashing menace of her unblinking eyes and the softness of her dark pallor skin, while the sudden burst of light made the ceremonial gold fetish chains and miniature idols she wore about her drip with flat shimmers of brilliance. She stood five nine in her small bare feet, and her thick full blonde hair hung in a lions mane down her back reaching all the way to the upper plateau of her proud full buttocks. She wore blue juju beads around her neck adorned with witchdoctor blessed lion teeth and claws interlaced within the necklace, it hung low into the upper fold of her spectacular cleavage of 38 double DD breasts. A cleavage much accented by the very tight small leopard skinned top she wore, little more than a micro bikini which tied behind her back and stretched taut in tatters across her firm large bosom. She wore gold waist bands, thin as spider web silk, with native totems of power pinched onto them. A high cut triangle of loin cloth of the self same Leopard which adorned her breasts, the great man killer ‘Shadow Death’ who had killed hundreds of villagers and whom she had hunted and killed both it and its shaman master at the age of fourteen, graced her young twenty two year old loins in a tight much revealing g-string. She wore the leopards tail dangling down between her crotch, tail tied upon her milky satin thigh wrapped tight to hold her simple large unsheathed knife, ‘Man’s Bane.’ A weapon much feared throughout the wild treks of five continents. There was not a wild wasteland where its razor sharp tongue hadn’t tasted of a poachers neck or a slavers hart or an environmental terrorists testicles! The tail did much to cover up her blonde untrimmed pubic mound as it fell behind and was pulled tightly up through her legs over her bare crotch and tucked through the high cut bottom, before running sensually in wraps down her thigh to be tucked again into a knife belt at mid-thigh. Jungle Babe had grown much in her breasts and buttocks filling out into large round spheres between her killing of the man eater at fourteen and her twenty second birthday this year, and while she could simply let her ample bosom spill out over her ever shrinking top and risk the inevitable nipple peak every now and then, there was no way she could continue to wear the high cut triangular bottoms as her hips had swollen into a more motherly form. She had no choice but to untie the part of the g-string which had pulled the triangle strip over her crotch and let it now hang lose over her groin subject to every movement or slight breeze of airs whim to flip up the small hanging flap of leopard hide and flash a peak of her own magnificent tawny hide pelt of blonde pubes glistening down there for all the world to see. The tail thus pulled forward and tucked into her g-strings waist did much to cover her privets, though it played havoc with her clitoris as it provided a constant stimulation which kept her much concerned about her distracting state of constant arousal. But the leopard skin was her costume, her symbol of power, her mark of passage, and there was simply no replacing it!

A puff of pipe smoke out of the corner of Captain Sty’s eye announced the other wise unheard arrival of their expeditions leader. The Captain listened as the man spoke slightly mockingly at the Jungle Avenger, “well, anything to report? Anymore gunboats about?”

The beautiful face of the forest maiden scowled at the man still hidden to Sty’s view by the support pieces of the deck house. She shock her head, the great mane of blonde hair flashing like a cheetah on the kill, “No. We are now far enough inland that there are no more military costal patrol boats. And I have not seen anymore fishing villages for three days now.” The Jungle Babe landed lightly upon the deck and folded her arms.

“Good,” the still hidden man quipped, his only visible form the cloud of thin blue smoke that snaked out toward the surly amazon and the frowning Jones. “You did well in sabotaging and frightening those three patrol boats. I don’t think we will have anymore trouble from the Junta from here on out.” The cloud of smoke laughed.

“Forget about them, have you seen anything of the mountains yet? Have you found this cloud mountain and its City of Gems yet?” Jones angrily raised his voice as he talked. More accusation than question in his voice.

“Easy mate,” the cloud hummed.

“Easy hell! We have been putting along aimlessly lost in this god forsaken quagmire of a tidal swamp forest for three weeks now! We are running low on fresh water, and all she brings us for fresh food is berries, seeds, and snake meat!” Jones shoulders were shaking, his shirt glued to his skin by sweat stood out in marked contrast to the smooth perspiration free calm small slender woman standing next to him who gave an evil smirk as she answered.

“I have seen nothing… yet, of our destination, but the main channel splits again up ahead and you will have to keep to the right. A few miles beyond that you will have to take the left hand cutting. It doubles back a few miles but then brings you to another channel which moves again inland. A few miles up that and the water becomes less brackish. The birds tell me that there are large islands in the swamp just a few miles in front of us, but nothing of the mountains.”

“She is just leading us around in circles, hoping for us to die out here.” Jones shouted at the cloud.

“She wouldn’t dare.” The cloud responded. “That is, if she ever wants to see her lover Wild Girl ever again.”

“Then why don’t we just head straight ahead to the shore and stop all this wandering about!” Jones howled.

“Navigating a swamp isn’t like that. You have to find your way through the maze of least resistance or else get stuck forever in a dead end.” The Captain added his voice sounding surprisingly loud in the small deck house.

“You will have to cut your way through to a smaller channel to avoid the islands.” Jungle Babe sneered at the cloud of smoke and her little fists which she had flung to her sides leaving her mighty breasts quaking in their tiny fur bonds, leapt back up under her breasts in crossed frustration again.

“And why should we avoid these little islands, love?” The smoke cloud asked the stanch environmentalist millionaire heiress.

“Because the islands are home to several tribes of headhunters,” the Jungle Babe hissed.

“Very well, lass. How about some dinner then? And if it is ‘gator love, try to kill it first. You gave the pour ole Father Clemens a near hart attack by throwing that live croc on the deck like that right at his feet right out of the trees.” The cloud puffed at the smirking small woman with her defiant arms still crossed under her enormous rage heaving breasts.

“Right then,” the tow head blonde mimicked the pipe smoke, “snake it is then.” And in a flash worthy of a Patriot missile she disappeared from the deck and into the canopy over head.

The Captain pulled his hovering hand back away from the key switch and turned back on Tony Bennet.

Jungle Babe, was not an Aphrodite gene super heroine. Other than an Olympic level athletic ability, she possessed no genetic powers as other super heroines did. She did possess jungle spirit powers which she had acquired during her trials under the tutelage of the native shaman Queef, an ancient and wizened seer of the deep jungle. But mainly she had been blessed with her special powers by the spirits of the jungle themselves. She had survived a near fatal airplane accident at the age of four which had killed her father and mother in the great Amazon basin, and had somehow survived in the jungle wilds until the shaman had found her at the age of eleven. He had sensed the strong powers of nature in her and her uncanny ability to commune with jungle fauna. At sixteen she was found by loggers who she was trying to sabotage and taken forcibly back to civilization, where she found she was heiress to the McQueen oil empire. And became convinced that her uncle had sabotaged her fathers plane to kill him and his family to take over the oil empire. The young and naive Danna McQueen had lost her legal bids to recover her lost fortune from her uncle, though she did manage to reclaim her fathers run down estate in Africa, more a way for the uncle to get the youth away from his oil fields an mineral mines in South America than any success upon her own part in her struggles against her uncle. Though she had been raised in the jungles of South America, she quickly took to her new adopted home of Africa and its many troubling issues and quickly became known as Jungle Babe, a thorn in the sides of many male run corporations and governments destroying the environment of the great continent. It was here in Africa where Jungle Babe rescued the young Wild Girl and the two women became lovers. Jungle Babe has always been a hardcore lesbian, while Wild Girl though loving Jungle Babe with all her hart, still occasionally finds her pussy getting that itch which only a large cock can scratch.

And so it was that Wild Girl had been easily lead away from the McQueen African estates, now part of the Greater African Game and Wild Life Preserves, to help assist the local Ubangme tribe perform its annual fertility ritual. It is no wonder then, that the young willful Wild Girl thought best not to confide in the man hating Jungle Babe her destination and reasons for slipping away while Danna was away searching down some small time Elephant poachers to the north of the estates park.

“But Mebhaway, the girl has already made her way through ALL seven thousand of our unmarried warriors, twice! The young men are exhausted! She lays with ten at a time and has not left the sacred hut for almost a month now! This must stop!” The age withered ebony man glanced nervously over his time bent shoulders back at the large tribal hut where loud constant grunts and groans of sex could be readily heard.

“Listen, Sheb.” The chief of the Ubangme’s said as he too looked back nervously from the hut with its shaking walls and placed his hands reassuringly on the older mans shoulders, “that man is paying us very well to keep Wild Girl here, preoccupied. While he has work for Jungle Babe in South Africa.” A sudden feral female scream of orgasmic delight tore through the shuddering hut walls making both men shake, but it was quickly replaced with more even louder grunting and moaning as the slapping of flesh continued unabated. “That money is a gods send and we can not afford to give it back!”

“But Mebaway, the young men will all be cripples! If we allow this to continue! It is the future of our tribe at stake!” The men recoiled from another volcanic female scream of sexual release as the whole hut shimmied and then instantly went back into even louder sounds of love making. Three young black warriors were carried out on make shift stretchers from the quaking hut as six more young men got up from sitting on the ground and wearily upon bowed shaking legs made their way into the jostling hut, a file of hundreds of young men tiredly shifted down to fill their places.

“Eh, you may be right old Sheb. Our young warriors can not stand such a sexual onslaught for many more days. We must, for the sake of our tribe, make the ultimate sacrifice!” Mebaway raised his hand in shaking emotion.

“You don’t mean?!” Sheb gapped in astonishment.

“Yes! We must task upon the married men of the tribe as well, to keep this wench satisfied! It is our terrible duty! For all of our people, we must not fail!” And with that both Mebaway and Sheb cut in front of the line of young warriors and sat upon the ground awaiting their turn with the insatiable teenage Wild Girl!

“What about our wives?” Sheb nervously asked.

“They may have to join the line as well!” Mebaway gulped and whispered as another brave warrior was drug out by his heels from the sacred hut and through the dust to be tossed upon a snoring moaning pile of exhausted young bodies.

Jones shouldered the heavy coil of brightly braided climbing rope and slipped his waffle soled boot toe thankfully onto harsh rocky soil. With a lunge he was out of the small skiff and upon dry land at last! He reached back as an after thought and gave the old priest a hand up onto the rocky outcropping. It had been three long mosquito biting days in the native dug out canoes which Jungle Babe had ‘barrowed’ from the islands of headhunters after sinking all of the remaining craft. It had taken the tug Doutzen, almost two and half days to reach those self same headhunter isles hidden amidst the swamp forest, during which time apparently Jungle Babe had pulled innumerable practical pranks upon the hapless natives. Her unseen presence so convincing the tribes that they were being haunted by evil forest spirits that by the time the tug had reached a point were it might be easily discovered, no brave would venture forth from his hut to hunt or fish or patrol his lands. Just a day of cutting through to a side channel had got them immediately clear of the isles but not far beyond them when it became apparent that the tug was not going to be able to meander on much farther. So thick was the roots now that even the larger channels were not much more than isolated bogs ringed in walls of wood. Besides fuel was low and there was worry on the Captains part about having enough to make the return journey. So their nameless fearless leader had sent Jungle Babe back to the headhunter isles to steal them some dugout canoes. This she had done though it had taken her several trips to bring the seven canoes that he had required. Four empty ones for all the gems he dreamed of getting!

And now, after three cramped miserable days, they had finally reached the rocky mountainous shore of sheer cliff face. The Priest seemed dismayed at the prospect of those fearsome cliffs, but Jones felt elated to be on firm ground again! Just ahead of him beyond the large bolder that he had fastened his dug out to, Jones could see both their boss and Jungle Babe in conference. Jones listened as he re-coiled another rope, the boss was glancing at an old piece of paper with the leather journal open in his hand and pointing with his other hand in broad gestures at the cliffs before them. Jungle Girl scanned the cliffs and nodded and disappeared in a jiggling flash of white flesh and blonde hair. Jones glanced above him into an overcast gun metal gray sky, there was a massive storm blowing in and he cringed to think of scaling those towering cliffs in face of it. He looked over to his right where the Captain was struggling to beach his own dug out upon the jagged volcanic rocks, he too was casting a weary glance of apprehension but it was not at the building storm above them or massive bulwark of stone before them, but rather back into the tangle of forest swamp and at his unseen camouflaged tug three days away.

They camped for two days in crudely built lean-tos of machete cut tree limbs and woven palm fronds set against the black rough rock of the cliffs, the green fingers of the swamp jungle reaching in here and there over the broad patch of volcanic plain upon which the cliffs were set. And throughout the two days the rain poured in sheets making it near impossible for the water logged men to keep any semblance of a fire going. They waited and waited for Jungle Babe to return and tell them she had found the old slaves escaped trail up into the mountain side leading to the hidden entrance to the Well of Eyes. They waited in the soaking rain eating sodden tins of stale hard tack and grew hungry until even snake meat sounded good to them. They waited for the now naked Jungle Babe to return, for after finding them the shallow cave and setting about instructing them on how to make their lean-tos, the storm had broke. It would last for days she said. And without any semblance of shame or hesitation the shapely vixen had slipped off all her garments and jewelry and placed them into one of the Captains oilskin bags for safe keeping. She kept only her knife, “Man’s Bane” tied by a simple thong about her neck and nestled between the great ripe orbs of her swollen breasts and with her nipples jutting upward high upon each large sphere and her downy patch of blonde corn silk pubes flashing in equal time to the lightening and thunder above, she had slipped out of the lean-tos and vanished in a dash of jiggling white flesh! Down across the rocky plane until a finger of green, she bent her course around, swallowed her from sight.

It was upon the third day, nearing dark, as the rapidly setting sun dispelled the storm clouds, but not each man’s fears of the tug being discovered by the headhunters despite it being so expertly camouflaged by Jungle Babe, of the cannibals above them in an impregnable stone citadel, of monsters unknowable from the bowels of the earth, of such hardship in face of it all being just a myth, and of the barely contained wraith of Jungle Babe whose small tether could slip off at any moment and who surely wished for nothing but their deaths! While each man wallowed in his fears and aches and miseries, night fell and with it a coolness not felt in their month of swamp travels, the damp men now chattered and rubbed their limbs as the harsh wet ground refused to offer them any more than a tinder or two for a small low fire of half damp smoky swamp grass. It was during this new suffering that the low feeble light of the smoky flame cast its glint upon a lone opulent female figure slinking up to the lean-tos. Seeing through the dripping fronds the full busted slim waist child bearing hipped hour glass figures sultry approach the men achingly and complainingly scrambled up to feet to duck out of the niche of a cave and make their way out to great Jungle Babes return. Instead they found themselves face to face in the murky dark with a dark olive skinned woman who stood over six feet in height and though nearly naked was draped from head to toe in countless priceless gems held in loops of gold and silver. As the men stood enthralled with mouths a gap, dozens more tall scantily clad gem encrusted women appeared all around them. As the men began to grow somewhat alarmed at being surrounded by so many gorgeous natives, their leader strode forward into the increasingly huddling mass of wet quivering males and addressed himself to the first woman they had seen, directly before them. Before he could speak, as he was even then whispering over his shoulder Father Clemens to translate what he was about to say, he was struck mute by the sudden wide mouth grinning of the six foot amazon, which showed her teeth to be well filed into sharp points. Cannibals!

Jungle Babe was returning to the men’s makeshift camp, her body still glistening from the recently abated rain and her two days of almost constant exertions. Her mind had been preoccupied with the sudden memory of her returning from tracking down some elephant ivory poachers near the McQueen African estates so many weeks ago only to find Wild Girl gone! In her frantic search of the grounds she had been surprised by several hired thugs and a heavy dose of tranquilizer administered in a rather ungentlemanly manner as a dart to her rump! Next thing she knew she was waking up trussed up in a wooden crate in some South American cemetery with one of her most vile arch enemies laughing above her! A nameless villain who she had thought had come to a rather messy end back in Africa when he had slipped off a cliff in a rock slide during their last confrontation. But here he was again, blackmailing her into helping him try and steal some gems from the mythical city of gems. If she refused she would never see her beloved Wild Girl ever again! But she was wile enough to realize once she had helped these men rob the village in the clouds and escort them safely to open sea again, they would surly do away with her if they could.

But she had found the old path the escaped slave map had shown to have been made impassable by a rockslide apparently some years back. There would be no sneaking in the back way through that route! She was wondering how the men would take this blow and how it might effect Wild Girl and her own safety, when Jungle Babe stopped up short with a puzzled frown. There immediately before her, were several tall dark hued women of magnificent proportions. They were over six feet in height and their long rolling well formed limbs each connected to a shapely torso of abundant sexual allure. Jungle Babe had never seen such large firm full round breasts before! Such narrow waists, and full jutting almost spherical rounded buttocks! The amazons carried themselves with pride and their haughty strides quickly approached where the Jungle Queen was at, she thought desecration the better part of valor and hide behind a near by jutting of rock. The two columns of women turned before reaching her position and unaware of her approached the base of the cliffs. As the two columns turned their march away from Jungle Babe to move toward the cliff base, Jungle Babe could rapidly see that sandwiched between the nearly naked women were the men from her camp all wearing climbing ropes about their necks and their hands tied behind their backs. They had been stripped naked and each was being made to bare the camps provisions and stores upon their backs and heads. Jungle Babe recognized the duffle bag containing her precious leopard suit and bit her lip in frustrated anger. Stupid men! They had let themselves get captured while she had been gone! And by amazons none the less! If it wasn’t for her suit and needing to find out Wild Girls location from the nameless man, she would have left the silly fools to their much deserved fate! But sadly that wasn’t an option she could readily embrace and so the Queen of the Jungle slipped from her hiding place and carefully followed the marching maidens across the lunar surface.

The tan well muscled amazons lead their captives up into the sheer jagged razor sharp rocks of the cliff face seemingly without effort on their own part and in a few minutes had half carried half dragged the men to the foot of an almost hidden fisher in the side of the rock wall. Here the women squeezed their opulent forms through the tight niche and shoved-dragged their captives after them. Jungle Babe waited until the last of the amazons had vanished into the rock fisher and then giving them some time, slinked up to the fisher herself and peaking inside and seeing nothing but thick darkness, squeezed her own robust form through the narrow gap. Allowing her eyes to adjust in the inky blackness, the honed senses of the Jungle Queen let her slowly pick her way through the sharp boulders and jagged uneven floor. After several minutes she found herself pressing her extended palms against the rough black walls of the niche. The amazons had just vanished! She could find no spore nor trail nor telltale mark to were the dozens of women and their prisoners had gone. The barren rock all about her coupled with the dark offered nothing even to her unparallel tracking skills. She doubled back, her eyes just inches from the floor her ears pricked for the slightest sound. Finally she heard the muffled sound of a male grunt and immediately looking up in the direction of its source spied the tiny forms of the sought after amazons hundreds of feet above her scaling the fishers wall. Immediately Jungle Babe searched the surface of the wall they were so dizzyingly progressing rapidly up and on her tip toes she found the nigh hidden first hand hold carved into the sheer sheet of rock. With a small leap the mighty maiden of the wild, pulled herself upwards and her darting hand quickly sought out and found the next deeply sunk hand hold.

It took Jungle Babe four hours of muscle straining to the point of shaking exhaustion before she reached the top of the fisher, several hundreds of feet above the swamp floor. She pulled herself over the final lip and fell rolling panting to her knees. She was not at the top of the mountain, far from it, the fisher ended at a small plateau where it inclined down slightly before sheering off into nothingness. Gathering her breath, Jungle Babe lurched to her tip toes and crept down the slight incline of sloping rock. There was no sing of the amazons and Jungle Babe kept an eye pealed along the moon lit surface of the cliff side to her right opposite of the steep deadly drop to her left. After the darkness of the deep well of the fisher, the open side of the plateau bathed in full moon light was almost over powering. The moon had risen while she had been laboriously climbing up the fisher shaft and now emerged from the dark confines she felt almost exposed upon the well lit bluff. She reached the treacherous lip of the bluff and had to double back, this time running her hands along the moonlit edge of the cliff side, and again she doubled back after reaching the edge of the fisher. She could see no hand holds leading up, no new break in the rock, nothing.

With hands on jutting hips the Jungle Babe paused. She began to now scourer the surface of the bluff its self, looking for some small well or hole in its top that she had missed. She found none of these but after a few minutes saw the Priests beads tangled upon a gnarled blasted branch near the lip of the cliff edge jutting out over the swamp floor so far below. Cautiously Jungle Babe leaned out over the lip of the deathly drop and reaching down felt a wide lip of a foot-hand hold carved into the sheer rock. Spinning herself around on all fours, the buxom blonde lay upon her stomach and slipping herself off the cliff dangled her feet down until her feet found purchase upon the deep hand hold. With held breath she held herself out on her strong arms away from the cliff face and lowered herself to the next hand hold and then the next, twenty in all until she found herself hanging face first before an open cave mouth in the side of the mountain. With a light swinging motion she leapt agilely into the cave mouth and quickly made her way forward into its darkening crevasse as she rubbed her sore and tired arms.

The cave narrowed and widened irregularly and snaked around until even her phenomenal sense of direction was miffed. But eventually the cave gave way to an enormous chamber of uneven dimensions, several hundred feet above her, there appeared a crack in its ceiling through which a strong cascade of water fell and pooled only to over spill the floor and disappear into cracks in the surrounding walls. Jungle Babe found no hand holds here and with much effort she was able to climb up the cracks of the wall until it had narrowed enough for her to press out her legs and arms and shimmy up the rest of the way in an improvised crab walk. At the breach in the ceiling she managed to grab hold of the lip of the rift and sought to pull herself up after letting go with her other hand and feet and swinging out over the floor several hundred of feet above it and its shallow green water pool. Dangling by one hand she fought to bring her other hand up and catching a neighboring grip pulled herself up and over and through the hole, once again finding herself rolling to her knees and exhausted by her efforts.

Struggling to her sore feet, Jungle Babe found a large rope ladder securely fastened to a boulder near the lip of the hole and several large cargo nets of rope as well. Obviously the amazons lowered the rope ladder and nets as they descended in their trip to the forest floor and then used them to climb back up, pulling them up behind them after completing their ascent. And thus safely sealing off anyone’s easy attempt to enter their realm, for indeed Jungle Babe had found the amazons realm. All around her was a valley lush with verdant thick growth and the caws of night birds and the buzz of insects. This was a valley full of life and in the pale wane of the setting full moon, Jungle Babe wondered at the odd strangeness to it. There was some hint, some displaced feeling of foreboding as if for the first time in her life, Jungle Babe had entered a forest alien and unwelcome to her!

Jones felt sick to his stomach and his head wouldn’t stop spinning around. The climb and cave trek in which their cannibal captors had mostly carried them had finally seemed to wear out the mammoth strength of the devil women. They had set the men down and set themselves down beside them for a rest, their guttural clicks and chirps and woops and wails as they chatted excitedly amongst themselves were terrifying to hear, and had the Priest Clemens desperately trying to fathom out their dialect. He seemed to understand bits and pieces here and there but it was coming slowly to him much to the ire of their unnamed boss! He hissed and howled at Clemens and pointed out how dire their predicament was should he fail in cracking their captors tongue. Jones was much more concerned with the two large busted women who had carried him off and set him aside a little ways from the others. They had made a small scratch incision at the base of his penis and then had blown some rough powder up into it! He had instantly obtained the largest most powerful erection he had ever had before in his life! Along with a searing unbearable pain lacerating his nut sack! Since then the two tawny limbed girls had moved him about three times, each time in his trussed up form with hands tied to his ankles, they had used his large penis as if it were a handle for his body and picking himself up by it carried him around as one would carry around a young sapling by the trunk for planting. While his now unseen comrades whispered fears of being eaten, Jones was sweating to the realization of some new and quiet different fear. The two women were now joined by two others and it was obvious without Jones being able to fathom a word spoken that they seemed genuinely disappointed with his firm newly thick twelve inch pecker. He watched in fascinated horror as another potion of powder was prepared and he was helplessly lifted by his penis in one hand by one amazon while the other made another scratch and blew a much larger dose into the base of his bleeding cock! The burning pain was horrific and his body went ridged as his tensed face turned purple as searing pain lanced throughout his body in ever increasing waves. After the convulsions subsided and the roaring pain lessened into a constant itchy ache, Jones managed to glance down through tear streaked eyes to gasp at the now twenty inch swollen double thick member pulsing in almost skin splitting stone hard erection between his captive thighs. One of the women pursed her thick lips and placed a finger absently in her mouth, lost in contemplation of the cock throbbing before her, eventually she shook her head. The others rapidly agreed, one young overtly busty minx went on to raising up her hands above his aching cock and holding her hands two feet apart, while the others rapidly nodded and a much larger batch of powder was mixed up and prepared. Jones wept as he was raised up by his cock yet again.

Jungle Babe walked cautiously through the strange Jungle of the twisting valley around her. By her own calculations this valley was well to the north of the City of Gems and much further down the mountain side. It must also be far beyond the two villages Hellmark had discovered much further to the East that he mentioned with such detail in his leather journal. She had no doubt that even with their separation of distance, that these amazons and the City of Gems as well as the two lower villages must surly be cognate of one another’s existence. But what relation could these amazons in their fertile valley and the City of Gems squirreled away up on the craggy peaks with its cannibal priests have was a mystery to her. She couldn’t imagine that the male dominated and rigid warrior caste system hinted at in Hellmark’s ships log would tolerate a free roaming female warrior elite living in its own valley just next door to it! Or that a city up on a barren wall of rock wouldn’t have every square inch of arid land farmed within a hundred mile radius. Something was very odd indeed and with the tracks so easy to make out in the lush of the forest floor, Jungle Babe decided to lay down and get some much needed rest before catching up with her quarry and its prey.

In city environments Jungle Babes special jungle spirit powers and instincts failed her utterly. In the maze of concrete and steel and glass valleys of a major city all her rapport with animals faded away. She might be able to mentally summon a Bengal tiger to her rescue in the great forests of India, but at a downtown Omaha Zoo she couldn’t even spark a turn of the head from one of the encaged beasts. She had as much chance of being attacked by a junk yard dog in the suburbs of Chicago as anyone else. It had always unsettled her to be so cut off from the ‘presence’ of the wild life and she had counted herself fortunate in winning possession of her fathers old ranch in Africa which had belonged to her grand father and her great grandfather before him, nestled in the veldt not far from the still on going McQueen strip gold mines! She only felt at ease in the great forests of the world, but here, now in this lost hidden valley, she felt unease, malice, as if the flora and fauna of the valley its self was hostile to her being there?! It was a terrible feeling and it intruded into her dreams and horrible monstrous shapes swam about her mind as the earth its self tried to swallow her up in a quick sand maw! All the while horrible shadows fluttered about her as she struggled to free herself from death.

Such nightmares flung Jungle Babe awake with an alarming start. She was still nestled in a great tree bough thirty feet off the valley floor, but she awoke to a leathery creaking, and she pulled herself to another limb less the one under her was about to break and tumble to the distant sward bellow. A soft wind risen with the sun tossed the leaves and smaller limbs about her, there was still the clean scent left behind by the storm, but Jungle Babe felt uneasy and having moved rapidly to a more secure spot she now froze and waited for the forest canopy around her to repeat what ever sound had been responsible for waking her from her fringe nightmare. Surprisingly she did not have to wait long, the odd creak of leather came again immediately behind her along with the whoosh of a limb snapping back after a large weight has been dropped from it. The leaves hid the source behind her, but she could easily scan the jungle floor directly beneath the tree, no large or small shape fell to the earth. Jungle Babe sprang up into the limbs above her and shot rapidly to the top most branches. If it had not fallen down, then it must have fallen UP! She shot glances all about her and the dizzy sea of dancing green leaves that seemed to stretch for miles all about her. The limbs she was on bobbed up and down, but there was no sign of any other living thing, which was strange, where were all the birds? Just then a large shadow rushed past her on the ocean of dancing leaves, she shot a glance up ward but the sun was already high enough to blind her in her attempt to see the source of the shadow caster. A creak of leather again, and she widened her stance on the small limbs bellow her, pushing out with her legs, so she could raise herself up higher and free up her hands to shield her eyes from the brilliant sun. Suddenly one of the branches beneath her feet cracked and splintered, Jungle Babe threw out her arms wind milling them for balance. Then even as she was pitching backward to certain death, she felt the cold slam of force into the small of her back and an icy iron grip upon her forearms! She was shooting through the air at an incredible speed but was moving ‘along’ the canopy like a fast boat over a river surface, not plunging down through it to her death. There could only be one answer, someone or some thing had caught her by her arms and was now flying with her over the jungle its self!

As Jungle Babe soared over the great valley forest she could make over the rush of the wind the leathery creak, which as she yanked her head about and struggled she could now make out to be enormous bat like wings. A few more rapid twists and she had ascertained that she was in the clutches of one of the great jungle myths of all time, the dreaded Penidicktyle! These monstrous creatures had twenty five to forty foot wings spans and small man like serpentine bodies. They garnered their fearsome name due to the fact that they were an entirely male species who sought females capable of baring their seed and capturing them unawares would soar up high into the air and forcibly mate with their captive and then deposit her in some remote inaccessible inescapable lair until a few days latter she would give birth to a large leathery egg. After which the Penidicktyle would toss the poor wench back where he had found her and return to raise his male offspring. Like most Jungle Babe had put down the tales to young girls who would wander off with their lovers and need some excuse when they came back several days latter obviously no longer virgins!

But now Jungle Babe found herself a most ardent believer of those odd tales and as she found her struggles to be powerless against the great winged brute, she racked her memory for any scrap of the stories she had heard about these diabolical monsters. The only thing that each girl had concurred about in each tale had been the absolutely enormous appendage with which the Penidicktyle used to implant his seed. Jungle Babe now swung her body in the torsion grip of the beast and glanced down between her out stretched legs, there a forty inch cock as thick as her legs calf was engorging and taking shape! “Great Spirits of the Jungle!” Shouted out Jungle Babe as she tried to squeeze her thighs tight and wrap her ankles together. But it was no use, the enormous cock easily forced her legs apart as a woman’s body is designed to allow admittance to a phallus from behind no matter how tightly she vices her legs together! Despite her supreme efforts and indomitable will, by the very nature of being a woman she could not prevent the enormous powerful cock from penetrating her from behind! The head of the mighty cock was slick with pre-cum and deceptively small and narrow in relation to its ballooning shaft and it rubbed against her pussy lips, easily sliding through the peach shaped gapping passage mother nature had placed under the proud haughty ass of every woman. In a few shuddering gasps Jungle Babe found herself impaled upon the large meat shaft as the animal now began to savagely rock her forward and back ward along its mighty shaft. Jungle Babe had few experiences with male members and none that could compare nor prepare her for that spiraling soaring aerial four hour giant cock fuck fest!

The unnamed leader sat under a great tree and fumed. He had been separated from the others when it had become obvious to his captors that he was in charge, though they seemed to find the idea of a man being left in charge of anything obviously comical in the extreme. They had also realized that Father Clemens had some inkling of their language and off they had carried him, like all the others howling by the handle of his ancient cock! The savages! The young boy of the good Father had been taken away as well and with little attempt at modesty was obviously being made to sexually pleasure the women just a few bushes away. From the whoresome howls and slaps of beating punishments, the boy was yelping off, it was apparent he wasn’t doing a very good job. Poor old poof! He wondered how one said ‘fag’ in Amazonian? As far as Jones and the Captain he hadn’t a clue, but he swore he heard Jones screaming in agony on their first rest stop. He hadn’t seen Jones after that, the others had been pealed away, carried by their privets, trussed up like hogs! Damn vile witches! Tied up in their own climbing ropes to boot! Damn it all!

And where was that blonde whore of theirs! That fat titted Jungle Babe? He was certain that she would have caught up with them by now?! It had been four days, with the sun piercing the vale of forest fog around him, since these dark skinned bitches had ambushed them in their camp, and where was that blonde forest avenger now?! Just then he felt a sharp large knife slip between his wrists and begin sawing at his bonds he glanced back into the unmistakable large rack of JUNGLE BABE! “Where the hell have you been?!”

“Quiet! There is a guard not ten feet from here only half asleep and six more amazons sleeping only slightly more soundly a few yards beyond that.” Jungle Babe flashed her eyes at the unnamed man to keep him silent.

He continued but with lowered voice, “it’s been four days! You can’t tell me its taken you four days to track this lot! They leave a path wider than an elephant herd! Where have you been?!”

Jungle Babe seemed momentarily confused as she cut off the last of his bonds and helped him to his unsteady feet. “I was, er, detained.” The Jungle Babe mumbled meekly and absently rubbed her still sore and swollen pussy. As if being savagely fucked like a rag doll a hundred feet in the air hadn’t been enough she had spent the last few days on an isolated cliff spire clinging to the rock face to keep from tumbling out of the shallow nest while dozens of Penidicktyles looked on. She had squeezed one out (a large ovoid egg leathery and shimmering) in one of the most painful and oddly lustful series of spasms she had ever undergone only to have her exhausted self whipped up into the air by one dazed wrist and whisked back to the very tree she had been abducted from?! After a short necessary nap she had awoken with orgastic juices still seeping out of her red pussy lips and set herself on catching up with her stolen crew mates!

“Well, we’d better find the others.” The unnamed man clung a little too tightly to her waist and rubbed his beard stubble cheek into her large soft yielding breast, she resisted the urge to snap his neck, for now, and instead pretended to stumble and let him fall dick first into a rock!

While he hissed and muttered obscenities and clutched his bruised penis, Jungle Babe ignored him and said in a mater of fact tone, “the Captain is tied to a near by tree, not far from his amazon captors. The young boy appears to have until recently been held in a nearby clearing where he seems to have been repeatedly raped. But now he and his guards are gone, their trail leads to a nearby stone city set up on a natural rise of rock with only one sure entrance. The whole thing is heavily fortified and well guarded. The tracks of Mr. Jones leads that way as well, though his group seems to have left in that direction immediately on the first day you rested. Since the fortress is only a day or so journey from there or here for that matter, he has been inside for some time now, though the boy may still be in transit. The Priest Clemens was taken to the north from what little the birds will tell me in this accursed place, the valley ends at the north in a great rift were the amazons keep a small wooden fortress and a sacrificial alter to appease the great stone apes who rule the mountains beyond. Freeing the Captain will be child’s play but catching up to the Priest before they reach the alter or catching up to the young boy before they reach the amazons stone fortress on its pinnacle of rock or entering that fast to free the rock climber Jones may be another matter entirely. You’ll have to decide quickly what we are to do.” Jungle Babe helped the still crotch clutching red faced wheezing man to his unsteady feet again. “I was wondering at first why the City of Gems didn’t conquer this valley and farm it and enslave or make vassals out of these amazons, but now I realize we are in one of the seven legendary Untamed Valleys. There are suppose to be one such lost valley on every one of the major continents. Such a place I had once thought mythical but now know to my horror is very much real! In this place all higher food chain plants and animals are male, and they only reproduce male off spring, each and every plant and animal in this place can only reproduce by raping another species female and reproducing in that manner. It’s no wonder that the warrior males of the mountain cities do not venture into this valley. Can you imagine an entire male army being systematically attacked and anal raped repeatedly by every animal and plant?! They undoubtedly stay clear of this place!”

“You mean to say, those amazons-”

“Are the only females in this entire valley and thus are the very crux of this ecosystems survival. In my pursuit of you I came across seven such women being raped by several large plants and a dozen more being savagely fucked by numerous beasts, and I can say that none of them were, eckhem, exactly calling out for help if you get my meaning.” The unnamed man shot Jungle Babe a puzzled look. Jungle Babe rolled her eyes in exasperation, “let’s just say the flora and fauna in this valley are, uhm, exceptionally endowed in the, er, male member size and virility department.”

“Oh,” the unnamed man raised an eye brow at the blushing Jungle Babe. “Well, then I had best watch where I sit my ass, since those she devils ran off with my clothing!”

“Now, which one of your men do you wish to rescue first, after I retrieve the Captain?” Jungle Babe noticed the unnamed man was staring fixedly upon her still red and swollen clitoris as he leaned far forward in her arms, she contemplated dropping him on his once again on his surprisingly rising disgusting erection but held off as this was getting them no where fast. “I would say the Priest is in the most immediate danger.” The man continued to stare at her swollen pubic mound which remained terribly horny after the good cock fucking it had received a few days before and shaking her head, Jungle Babe pretended to stumble again. The man quick let off drooling down his chin and both his hands spasmodic raced to cover his still bruised cock. Jungle Babe made several juggling factious attempts to catch the man and finally succeeded in grabbing an elbow and his nut sack from behind and between his thighs in an iron grip. She gave the ball sack several grinding palm squelching squeezes and let his weight fall fully upon this lone support of his now swollen purple ball sack. He howled in pain and she hushed him reminding him of the nearby amazons. He bit his lip and blood flecked on the stones she swayed him over. She smirked and calmly repeated in his sweating ear, “now which one should we rescue first? Love.” And she gave the old pervert another ball squeeze for good measure before letting him drop cock first on to the stony ground again. A whimper rose up from between her straddled feet and she couldn’t resist a laugh at it, it was so cute!

Jungle Babe moved sensually with rolling hips and bouncing bosom in long languid strides up to the Priest Clemens. The over cast afternoon sky heavy with lead thunder heads hid the sun proper but allowed its radiant beams sweep the stony green ground that rolled up into the narrowing furrows of black and gray storm blasted stone peaks ragged lipped about her. Despite the fact that Jungle Babe realized any semblance of stealth was useless once the Amazons found their quarry escaped and that their was no way she could avoid detection from residents who undoubtedly knew every square inch of the long twisting irregular valley, the Priest was not aware of her presence until she was almost directly upon him.

He was still naked as was she but he was not bound and in the treeless low swelling hills pilling up like waves against the towering buttress of craggy rock of the valleys north termination, he was alone. He turned from his squatted position only after her shadow fell over his back, he reacted with little alarm only a brief start at seeing her sumptuous powerful naked form ringed in the glow of a sun beam.

“Where are the others,” the grizzled and some what muddy old man asked?

“I sent them up into the rocks,” Jungle Babe nodded and gestured with her chin over her shoulder, but it was her opulent heaving breast that pointed the way as she planted her hands on her full round hips and adopted a wide proud stance with her lithe long limbed bronze body. One could just see the Captain helping the unnamed man scrambling in the near distance up into the rocky cliffs before vanishing behind an outcropping and vanishing out of sight.

“I’m not sure that will help them.” The old man scanned the rocks above them some what warily. “They are watching us.”

“I know.” Jungle Babe had been fully aware that she had been watched and followed discreetly by several dozen Amazons for the last third of her journey to the lair of the stone apes. She had expected it and had acted accordingly. She had taken it by her own observations and tracking that the women of this untamed valley would not rush to attack her, nor fear to stop her, but as they knew every nock and cranny of the valley would watch her with intent curiosity and some mirth as long as she made no determined effort to escape the valley floor. She had used this time to try and impress upon the watchful eyes that she was ‘one of them’ in spirit if in nothing else. After limberly slipping the Captain away from his slumbering captors she had recollected up the unnamed man and tossing both men over her shoulders she had firmly grabbed a cock in each fist and started off at a jog. With each stride the men, their arching backs bent over her shoulders, their jostling legs flailing in the air before her with her taught rippled arms elbows like prowls wedged between them and their upper bodies swinging red face up helplessly down her backside, it was an image promoted to show her mastery over the males and her rightful ownership of her property which she was taking back! It was inevitable that with each males penis clutched so firmly in her small fists and the rhythmic up and down nature of her stride and their shifting weight pinned entirely by her sole grasp upon each cock upon the sweat oily fulcrum of her strong shoulders as she carried them slung like two bags of grain, that being only ‘men’ they would rapidly succumb to the furious merciless fist pumping action of her two vice like hands and both did, several dozen times during their six hour journey and so she had dropped them upon sighting the Priest and sent them scampering up into the rocks for safety with them completely covered in their own cum! She had to resist laughing out loud at the sight of them slick in a sheen of their own sperm from stomach to neck! Their poor penises red and bleeding form such awful abuse and staggering about in terrible pain and unable to stand entirely upright but shuffling off like bent over back humping fuming ferrets. And all the while with knowing eyes watching, she gave each man a firm swat upon his butt cheeks like misbehaving strays as she lorded them to scurry and hide. She was certain that such commanding gestures and snub barked orders were not lost on the unseen eyes she was certain were all about her.

“I don’t think you can get us out of here.” The old thin man rubbed his chin, he had been studying a much weathered slab of rock covered in lichen and moss when she had approached him and now she could see that the rock was covered in carvings of odd design.

“Not by stealth at any rate. We are going to have to leave here by kind permission of our hosts if we are going to get Jones and that boy out of here with us.” Jungle Babe was frowning at the rocks immediately around them, she noticed for the first time that the entire mountain side was carved in figures and relief’s and odd cryptic cyclopean writings.

The old man noticed her curiosity and perked up a bit, “in that case let me show you what little I have learned of this terrible and fascinating place. I have managed to decipher the tongue of the women who took us hostage. And after some discourse they brought me here to this God forsaken place. It reminds me of my own youthful bogs and stony hills of Scotland! Ugh! Bad memories all around! Anyway, From what I gather, these women see themselves as the caretakers of this land and utterly in charge. They seem to, er ‘LAY’ with several of the species in this valley and thus ‘reproduce’ those species. It’s all rather odd and queer, and decidedly unseemly, but its their way of being. Almost everything in this valley is male and reproduces by inseminating these, er wardens. Most of the pregnancies gestations last a day or two or even a few hours after which an egg is birthed which the males seem to then care for?! It’s utterly bizarre and one of the most peculiar tangents of nature I have ever seen. I actually witnessed several of these ‘copulations’ like something out of Bosch! Those hell paintings of his. The women take great pride in ‘not’ being taken though. They are constantly on guard and fight most vehemently against their, well, rapes! So only the strongest and wiliest of each species survives I guess? Anyway, they brought me here to this place because they thought since I could so readily make out their language, then perhaps I could make out the stone apes language as well and act as an interpreter for them both.”

“I don’t under stand?” Jungle Babe lowered her hand which had been shielding her eyes as she had stared up at the distant summits of the cliffs ringing in the valley floor and let it fall easily back upon its perch of her proud haughty hip.

“Believe me, I too had several days of confusion on that matter as well. But I will give you the condensed version I have pieced tighter as best I could. It seems there is a large stone fortress city with great stone walls to the south of us in which the women of this valley live. Only they didn’t build it. It was built by these ‘stone apes’ hence the name. They built many things out of stone in this valley before the women showed up from the forest floor bellow centuries ago. At first the women and apes lived well together, and then apparently the women got a bit, rude, and tricked the strong but less intelligent stone apes and enslaved them. They eventually broke free and retired in their few remaining numbers into the cliff side quarries here about us deep into the endless volcanic passage ways and tomb black shafts. They left behind their great stone city and in it a great pool of water, where by the women attain long, long, long life! As well as great strength and beauty. The stone apes use to share this pool with all the creatures in the valley and thus there was little need for on going reproduction amongst the various specious. The aggressiveness of the males and the fragile nature of the females saw the populations slipping into more of a male dominance over time. The newly arrived women ordered the stone apes to wall in the well, so they could use it alone. Things got complicated after that and the stone apes rebelled and escaped into the mountain side. Over the centuries, the common language of the stone apes was lost to the knowledge of the women who now ruled alone and absolute over the valley. They brought me here in hopes I could communicate between the two.”

“Why should they want to communicate with these, ‘stone apes’ now?” Jungle Babe crossed her tan arms under her large breasts and cocked her narrow waist and full spherical hips to one side.

“Well, as far as I can tell, the women have been occasionally slipping down into the forest swamp to ‘procure’ them some male mating stock from the various tribes located down there, but mainly they use the pool of water to extend their life. Over the years they built a wooden holding pen, not far from here, where chosen women would be brought ceremonially prepared and tied to that rock over their, for the stone apes to, well, rape and thus reproduce. It was a sort of peace treaty of sorts between the women and the stone apes. It alleviated fear of on going reprisals and the apes stealing women out of the forest and the apes in turn did some more small labor projects for the women. But the women hated it because apparently the stone apes gestation is several painful months in their wombs and they are use to the few day thing! A few years back the women simply stopped sending any more ‘wardens’ to be tied to the rock alter. The apes at first retaliated as expected by trying to steal unwary women from the valley forest, but the women were clever and knowledgeable in the various chemical compounds found in the plants around here and they easily eluded the apes. Then a few months back the pool of water in their stone city began to shrink! The stone apes had cut off its source from deep with in the bowls of the earth. Attempts at new negotiations were tried but over the innerving decades the two species had forgotten their common tongue and neither could speak the others. So, they brought me here.” The old man rubbed his small bright eyes.

“And have you seen any of these stone apes?” Jungle Babe felt her hackles rising as a sudden chill rose up on a damp wind that whistled from the cracks in the earth around them.

“Well, yes. Seen them and spoke to them, sort of, difficult tongue of clicks and whistles and low rumblings, reminds me a lot of bad Baltic Russian, really.” The man staggered to his feet and Jungle Babe caught him under the arm to steady him. “But it’s not really a problem of communication, you see. The stone apes want all the women to mate with them instead of a lone girl once a month so they can build back up their depleted numbers, especially their ‘royal’ lineage which apparently has become, huh, impotent and is threatening to end a centuries old reign of the stone apes. The women want the stone apes to unblock the pool and promise never to do it again, and fix a large stone gate portal at the southern end of the valley which a recent earth quake destroyed. They fear intrusion from males to the east higher up in the mountain passes, probably the City of Gems we came in search of? The women also don’t want to mate with the stone apes, for reasons I already mentioned in the longer gestation time and somewhat painful birthing, but also because they fear increasing the apes over all numbers too greatly for their own safety, and especially utterly refuse to mate with the last surviving male of the royal line as apparently they have ‘lain’ with him several times in the past and he simply is ‘shooting blanks’ and thus not worth their time and an insult to them as ‘wardens’ of the valley. Both parties have temporarily retreated to muse over the current stalemate of things but are to return within the hour for further discussions. In truth I believe the women will offer a return to the once a month ritual of a woman for forced mating, but what they really want is to gain admission into the stone apes underground realm and find how they are preventing the flow of the water of life and putting a permanent stop to it!”

“Hmmm. That could prove useful to us.” Jungle Babe cupped her small chin in her hand as one of her arms rode on her massive firm breasts and the other hung crossed underneath them over her small supple rib cage. Sandwiching the mighty orbs of milky soft flesh which jiggled in response to her breathing as she paused lost in deep thought. “Tell the women wardens that I came back to reclaim my male property which they unjustly stole from me from the swamp forest bellow. And that if they will allow me the free return of the rest of my male property and safe passage to this eastern gate that leads up into the mountain passes to the City of Gems, I will in turn go into the lands of the stone apes beneath the earth and find and destroy the blockage that is keeping them from their water of life. And I will make sure that it can never be obstructed in like ever again.”

“But how will you do that?” The Priest whined.

“I am certain that the Amazons already have a plan fermenting on how to do that themselves, and have only hesitated because it is inherently too dangerous for either of them to willingly attempt!” Jungle Babe raised up a palm to stop the voice of concern and doubts issuing in sputters from the Priest and as if to a child said, “you just do all you can to insert to both the wardens and to the stone apes that ‘I’ alone can settle this matter for them. You use every word of chance moment to insert me into their plans and as neither can understand the other, what a simple task it will be for you to incite that each other is fully insisting that I be the principle party to their proposals. I will stand near by and make sure that I am well in the view of ether, do this well for our very lives depend upon it!”

For several hours Jungle Babe watched the strange surreal sight of the large body of Amazons arrayed in all their barbaric savage finery standing in majestic splendor stand aloof snarling at Clemens the shrinking Priest cum interpreter, standing in a no man’s land between them and four gray skinned nearly hairless simian like hump backed males who agitatedly squawked and gibbered in their low sloping forehead scowling faces. The Amazons were tall and regal and their obvious leaders stood well over ten feet in height in long strong limb proportions. While the stone apes where squat and bent over, thick ropy arms dragging at the earth, their short legs and bent wide well muscled shoulders not reaching a height of over four feet from the ground. Despite this their was a thick mass to them that seemed menacing in their strange agile movements over the uneven stone ground. There was little trust between the two parties, that was obvious, but for all the overt disdain and disgust the wardens showed over the stone apes one could readily sense that it was the stone apes who held the upper hand in the negotiations.

Jungle Babe stood with a hand upon her cocked hip and noted with growing smiles how Clemens kept gesturing back at her and how each party frowned and stared at her with growing frequencies. Her plan was working well and she smiled broadly as the two groups fell silent and then sent the Priest to her at a run.

“It’s agreed then.” The out of breath Priest panted as he reached her, “just as you instructed me to. I made both sides think the other demanded that you be the key element in their binding pact.”

“Good.” Jungle Babe smirked. “And have the Amazons agreed to return Jones and the boy to us?”

The old man clutched his knees and panting nodded, “they have already sent runners back to the stone city to bring them to you. And they will grant you and them safe passage to the east gate and into the lands beyond, though they think you are foolish to wish to go there.”

“This is easier than I thought!” Jungle Babe squealed. “And what plan do they have for me to enter the stone apes domain and destroy the damn holding back the water of life?” Her eyes were wide with mirthful joy all worries now erased at the ease of her victory.

“Well, er, you don’t. There’s no need. Apparently the stone apes pride themselves on their bonds of honor above all else, it was one of the reasons the original women were able to enslave them so easily. They have promised to free the water flow again and never to obstruct its passage to their fortress pool as long as the wardens keep their end of the bargain.” The man had recovered his breath and now stood meekly before her as the beautiful face of the jungle avenger wrinkled in puzzlement.

“Oh.” Jungle Babe said simply and then shook off the thoughts clinging in gravity to her brow and with a returning smirk whispered in a clandestine manor, “so did the women agree to return to offering up one of their own every month, then?”

“Yes, they did, but it is to be two girls now tied to the stone alter once a month, and four every six months. Anymore than that would put the other species at risk to whom the wardens attend.” The man nodded back down the slight incline of jagged rock to the two groups now staring in turns intently up at them.

Jungle Babe threw back her head and laughed, “and who gets the dubious pleasure of letting that old last of the line leader of theirs pitifully wheezing hump her bored pussy?” Jungle Babe kept eyeing the tallest most regal Amazon decked out in all her opulent savagery and the shortest ugliest of the four stone apes and couldn’t stop giggling. It just HAD to be those two!

“Well,” the Priest rubbed his shoulder. “You do.”

The smile fell from her lips even as it leapt across the face of all those milling around bellow them. “What!”

“You have been chosen to ‘lie’ with the stone apes king. You said you insisted upon being the most important aspect of the treaty. They are waiting for you now. I’m suppose to escort you down to them so they can tie you, with some ceremony to the stone rock down there, to be raped by their king so that all can see and know that the most important element of the contract has been justly fulfilled.”

Jungle Babe swallowed hard. “I see,” her dead pan voice betrayed a hint of quivering fear and revulsion. “If I must to get us out of here and to the City of Gems and thus home to free Jungle Girl, then I must.” And with head held high the mighty queen of the jungle descended from the rocks to the awaiting throng bellow.

The King of the stone apes was a wall of muscle fifteen feet tall which emerged from one of the cracks in the cliff face snarling and howling and lead with much pomp to the prostate and bound Jungle Babe and with hundreds of Amazons beating drums and mingling with stone apes getting drunk on fermented wine, the King slammed his enormous thirty inch stone hard cock into Jungle Babe in a savage manic fuck that lasted through the entire night to the drunken revelries loud hooting cheering orgastic delight of the celebrating throng. By the time the massive muscled cock had spewed what must have been over a quart of thick rich sperm inside her and all over her body in steady sprays, Jungle Babe couldn’t even remember her name! The princess of the canopy pathways had never been fucked so hard and proper in her entire life. She had cum and cum and cum and screaming in pain and lusts cum and cum and cum until she could only feel herself as one single long drawn out ragged exalting orgasm. Her entire mind narrowed down to the swallowing of being of her as nothing more than a pussy joyfully being raped by a magnificent monstrous massive vein riddled meaty arm thick cock!

When the ape King finally collapsed over her with the rising of the sun and her returned now clothed crew along with several drunk wardens shoved the snoring hulk off her and cut her bonds, she could neither feel nor think beyond the glee that the ordeal was over and a dull hunger of wanting it to continue! She had always despised men and loathed their contact to her, but deep down she had to admit that was the best most wonderfully intense FUCK of her life!

Jungle Babe now clothed back in her animal skins and knife returned to its leopard tail harbor, had regained enough of her senses to walk by herself without the Priests support and returned to the head of her small column of returned captive crew as they quickly as possible made for the east gate of the untamed valley. Jungle Babe caught up with the unnamed man who had halted at a slight rise of a knoll and as the others fell to the ground in blissful reprisal rest whispered to him, “how are the others?”

The unnamed man, turned to her and raised an eyebrow before looking back out to the valley floor to the west, “just as right I ask you how ‘you’ are doing? But the others are alright, Though Jones may never ride a bicycle again, he’s definitely got a career in porn if he chooses.” They both looked back at the rock climber who gingerly had to keep one leg fully extended before him as he sat down, the pant leg oddly swollen and distorted. “But I’m more concerned about that.” The man pointed a finger out over the valley floor to were a distant line of figures moved rapidly through a jungle clearing. “It would seem that our hosts have broken their word and taken all the stone apes at the party last night prisoner.”

Jungle Babe narrowed her eyes and could just make out the stone apes in rope bonds being beaten and dragged in long lines in the direction of the stone fortress by hundreds of Amazons. “If they only used the treaty as a ruse to re-enslave the stone apes then we can be assured that they will not keep their word about letting us pass peacefully out of the valley through the east gate.”

“Well, that would explain those.” The man nodded before them where in the jungle hazy distance a line of fast moving Amazon warriors raced to cut them off from their proposed destination. “So, what do we do? I’m guessing after that all-nighter you just pulled you’re not up for a few rounds of combat with twenty well armed woman warriors?”

“I’d just as soon not.”

“Suggestions then?”

“Well, we could go back and try and free the stone apes and escape in the ensuing chaos, or we could return back the way we came and try and find a way back out of the valley proper by wandering through the maze of underground passages of the stone apes domain…”

The unnamed man shook his head gravely with doubt etching his face, “OR?”

“Or we run like hell! We have the shorter line to the east gate and have already climbed up into the lower hills leading up to it.” Jungle Babe whirled to the sprawled exhausted men behind her, “listen up! We have to make haste! The Amazons are trying to cut us off from the east gate and take us prisoner again!”

“You heard the lady, let’s haul ass!” The unnamed man gave one finial squint to the figures moving rapidly across their front and then turned and set off at a run with the others.

In less than twenty minutes it became increasingly apparent to all in the little shabby group that even though they had the shorter distance to cover to the cliff face proper and had already traversed much into the high ground of the small hills leaning up into said massive wall of rock, the lithe long strides of the small group of amazons were going to readily cut them off from their objective.

“We aren’t going to make that,” the older man wheezed. “Not in our condition. Go on save yourself Jungle Babe, you can easily race them to the gate if you leave us behind.”

Before Jungle Babe could reply she was cut off curtly by the unnamed man. “Like Hell! She doesn’t leave me behind, unless she never wants to see her precious Wild Girl again! Only ‘I’ know where she is being kept. And our friend here knows she can’t beat that information out of me. So leave the others if you want, but leave me and you leave Wild Girl as well.”

Jungle Babe scowled at the unnamed man and hissed, “no one gets left behind… for now.” And she gazed up and over at the rocky cliff walls of the valley so near and yet so far away from them. A suden light of reconition flashed over her face and she smiled. “I have a plan.” She shot an arm under both the old Priest and the hobbled Mr. Jones. Follow me.”

“That’s the wrong way!” The unnamed man howled. He looked over his shoulder back at the amazons who having caught up even with their quarry now were angling in a direct path towards them, shorting the distance between the two groups at great speed. He reluctantly turned back to the rapidly receding backs of his own party and set off after them, “hey, wait for me! Where the hell are you going!”

Jungle Babe half lead half dragged the exhausted men but a short distance into the low hills of rocky ground and judging the location about right ordered the men to secret themselves into the shadows of the larger boulders strewn around the uneven ground.

“An ambush then, is it?” The unnamed man crouched next to Jungle Babe panting.

“Yes.” The Jungle vixen replied still scanning the skies as well as keeping an eye on the amazons who had just crested their hill and now broke down to a slow steady walk as they searched amongst the ragged boulders

“But I thought you were too ‘bushed’ to take them?” The man eyed the well formed young woman kneeling next to him and licked a chapped grizzled lip.

“I am, but they are not.” And her golden cascade of tresses nodded into the heavy lead sky promising storm. Jungle Babe stood up and in an instant the amazons having naturally spread themselves out in a fanning search shouted and sprang toward her across the sea of rocks.

They never reached her. In a sudden burst of skimming shadow Penidictyles swooped down from their near by rocky spire nests and grabbed an amazon up and soared into the stormy sky to disappear into the cloud sheath only the sounds of surprise followed by furious leathery skinned humping dwindling into the heavens. Jungle Babe had a near miss herself even as she threw herself to the ground but the ready hands of her companions tore her loose from the sinewy grasp of those iron like claws of a sex ravenousness Penidctyl, and all of them in a long chain went crashing back to the ground , their combined weight too great for the bird man.

“What the hell was that?!” The unnamed man shouted in alarm as he painfully rose from the stony earth. “And were did they come from?”

“They have their rookery not far from here. I reasoned their sharp eyes would easily pick out their centuries old mates and take advantage of their momentary lack of caution in so boldly following us up here and out into the open like that.” Jungle Babe was lending a hand to the others to get them rapidly upon their feet and back into a hike to the stone gate again. In a few strides they came across the carcass of one of the birdmen, a stone dagger plunged deep into his breast. Sprawled unconscious across his corpse the owner of the razor sharp dagger moaned and moved an arm slowly only to slip into again into the counterfeit of death, sleep.

Jungle Babe quickly went to the young amazon girl and picked her up in her arms.

“You don’t mean to take that girl with us do you?” The unnamed man growled in disbelief.

“There are far worse things in this valley than the birdmen and I will not leave a poor unconscious girl undefended to their questionable mercies. Now follow me quickly as I am sure that as soon as the amazons have their captive stone apes back into their fortress holding pens and can spare the numbers, they will send a far greater war party after us. We must do more than merely reach the gate, we must pass far enough into the mountain pass beyond to win our freedom from further pursuit of them.”

“Out of the frying pan and straight into the fire,” Jones muttered as he involuntarily winced in brotherly sympathy and clutched at his much swollen groin at the unexpected sight of the dead Penidictyles enormous fellow member still engorged between its thin bowed legs.

The great gate that sealed off the east passage of the valley from the cities higher up and beyond in the mountains rising up as isolated islands in the perpetual mist of clouds that swam in off the ocean and swelled above the shore swamp before becoming trapped in the maze of fingering valleys, had seen better days. Earth quakes which plagued the volcanic region had sent the once towering slabs of carved stones into a cracked heap of jumbled slag. Still the immense size of the shattered stone threw one into awe. Each deeply carved single piece had to have weighed tons and had been so effortless set one upon the other as to hint at monstrous strength of beasts of incredible size authoring its creation. It was as much a psychological barrier of sheer effrontery against the mortal senses as it was a physical impasse to any tiny man who found himself trapped before it. Even Jungle Babe had to pause with the others to marvel at the talents of the stone apes who had fashioned such a thing of utilitarian use but magnificent splendor. No cathedral in the known world could rival it in scope and scale, and yet it was but the mere ruin of its once mighty fabricade they now gasped upon.

Once again it was Jungle Babe with her arms still full of the young uncurious women whom she bore, that set them quickly back to their task. “Jones do you see any way past this gate?”

For the first time Jones was in his element and with a new light shinning in his eyes he was already deeply engrossed in a professional perusal of the rock walls about them. “Yes, even without much of the rope and tools the amazons failed to return to us in the negotiation. We have just enough in our back packs to make it up that rock wall to the right and then belay out onto that upper broken piece of the door proper and then up through that tricky bit and you can just make out were there’s a rift or crack which I think we can all pass through and into the other side of the thing. But I have no idea of what we will find on that other side. From the looks of it, I’d say the door collapsed backwards onto its self and filled up the space beyond it. Theoretically we should have a very easy go of it once we pass through that crack up there, just pick our way down an incline of shattered rock. I hope.”

Jungle Babe smiled at the man. It was nice to see some life returning to him. The entire journey on the boat had been unbearable for him, and the amazons of the untamed valley had permanently disfigured his manhood into a monstrous size, but here before this impossible task of ferrying them up a sheer wall of rock he was calm poised and almost joyful!

“We place ourselves in your capable hands, Mr. Jones.” Jungle Babe smiled upon the man she had argued and fought with more than any other in the crew.

“Yeah n’ try not to drop us, eh mate?” The unnamed man mumbled as he craned his neck up at the rock walls towering before them and whistled.

The climb was arduous made more difficult by the all day threatening storm which finally materialized late in the evening. They sheltered briefly a few hundred feet above the valley floor in a small niche but necessity forced them to continue in the dark night to finish the task and find surer purchase upon the crest of the stone door its self. There in the makeshift shelter of thick slabs of obsidian stone carved into gapping mouth faces in a rain of lightning they all huddled together waiting for the storm to break its fury and continue their escape. It was here that the young girl amazon, now their prisoner, recovered her senses and under Jungle Babes queries through the Priest Clemons, she related what answers she could to the stern faced Jungle Avenger.

Through the frightened but bold faced young woman, Jungle Babe learned that the wardens of this continents untamed valley had used the treachery of one of the stone apes to recapture their wayward wards. Duplicity was unknown amongst the stone apes and so it had worked surprisingly well, this trap of theirs. They had agreed to honor the bargain made, only to drug the postages of wine they fed to the swinish stone apes. The stone apes had remained confident against such a repeat of treachery of the past in that their king had left several dozen stone apes behind in the underground tunnels to keep their stone gates guarded and closed as well as several lethal traps and mazes of wandering passages, the very though that the amazons would risk the irretrievable loss of their water of life hidden in its source within these well protected realm, lent an unfounded faith of security to the stone apes mindset in these celebratory proceedings following the compact being made. All these provisions of safety were instantly undermined by the key stone ape who worked as a mediator on the kings behalf, making a counter bargain to hand over the stone apes in their entirety as well as leading a war party of amazons into the underground realm where he would dutifully show them each and every trap and foil every obstruction against them as well as hand over the remaining handful of stone apes sequestered as a makeshift garrison inside the underground stone ape realm. He would lead them straight to the sealed source of the water of life, he would do all of this, and do it all for his own personal reasons of revenge against the stone ape king and all his fellows.

As far as the young girl knew, this had all indeed been carried out and even now she reasoned the water of life must be flowing freely again and all the stone apes returned back to their rightful collars of servitude. As far as what lay beyond the east gate barrier she knew nothing, save that their was said to be a city or two of ‘men’, weak stupid creatures of small statue and sexually inferior for satisfying any amazon, much like those strange pale things in Jungle Babes own service. But fortunately the knowledge of the wardens were such that they could make use of the herbs and plants in the valley to make such men as these and those in the swamps bellow more serviceable in the bedrooms. The girl went on to ask if Jungle Babe was not indeed pleased with what they had managed to do to her own ‘Mr. Jones’? And Jungle Babe had thanked the young headstrong girl less she become sullen and sour their weak exchange of communication, she had to remain as un-alien as possible to the girl if she was going to keep her talking. But there was little more to be said. Beyond the immediate untamed valley below them, her youthful knowledge was sparse.

Now that the girl had recovered and other than a few bruises which were healing at an incredible rate, was in ideal shape, Jungle Babe was in a quandary. They were heading into hostile dangerous unknown lands on the other side of the stone gate, to take the girl with them was irresponsible, and yet to let her go to make her own way back down to the valley floor was to give to their pursuers a spy well supplied with immanent knowledge of their location and destination and means via their path on how to continue their chase after them! What to do with the girl? It did her no further good in her pondering that she did not trust to leave the young girl in the lecherous prescience of the unnamed man for even a second out of her sight. While she did not doubt the girls ability to defend herself roundly against any such attacks from the horny fool, she still knew who surprisingly clever the old badger could be from her own past experiences in Africa. No, the girl would have to be sent back, the risks before them were too great and her own threat of trying to escape, despite showing no such inclination at the moment, at some future date may prove fatal to anyone of them in the small party. Jungle Babe left the side of the girl and through the lightening laced murk of their garish cave sought out Jones to see what delay there would be in returning the girl back over the belay point where her own athletic prowess should hold her in high steed for further descent under her own power.

Jungle Babe and Jones clung to the front of wide mouth of the carved face, the rain had abated but a howling wind and lashes of lighting and cannonades of thunder still made their ghoulish harbor perilous above the writhing forest floor bellow them. Jones was waiting for the staccato flashes of blue hewed light of the lighting to point out possible ways of lowering the girl to a firmer purchase bellow the sheer rock portal bellow them, rather than hauling her across the expanse of rock to the rock wall beyond while Jungle Babe bit her lower lip and nodded and shouted into his wind deafened ears. The two returned to the relatively safety of their cave, kept dark out of necessity and felt and waited for lighting flashes to find their way back into the niche. The carved mouth of the giant face had been extended due to the collapsing damage of the great door but not so much that in a few strides through the rubble that the two could not see in the uneven tempo of crashing lighting strikes that the cave was utterly empty of their companions! Initial shock gave way to frantic speculation; had the amazon girl over powered the unnamed man, Clemens, and the young boy? Had the wardens caught up to them somehow and recaptured them? How had they taken them out of the shallow cave while both Jungle Babe and Jones had been standing in its only exit?! Had the unnamed man taken the girl and the other two set off after him?! Where had they gone? And how had they left the cave, its only opening a thousand feet off the valley floor right past the two of them?!

Pointless speculation gave way to a much more thorough search of the small cave. Even in the darkness and half light flashes of the angry storm, Jungle Babes keen tracking senses could make some semblance of order through the mishmash of foot prints in the dust of ages and miter and print-less bare rock that littered the cave floor. In no time she had followed three small fishers in the wall to short narrow dead ends only to return to the cave and the anxious Jones who was hurriedly gathering up their companions left behind equipment and amazon pilfered through supplies. The fourth fissure proved to continue zigzagging through the inky blackness and Jungle Babe returned for Jones and the two of them set off creeping and crawling awkwardly dragging back packs after them through the narrow defiles and seesawing passage.

It seemed hours but eventually the statuesque blonde squeezed herself through a crack in the rocks and found herself standing on a landslide of boulders angling down into a narrow defile beyond. The storm had cleared up during their wanderings in the cramped tunnels and an early morning starry night had replaced the leaden clouds above. She found herself in the shadow of the towering ruins of the great eastern gate but obviously on its other side. The untamed valley sealed off by a wall of collapsed rock behind her and a little rift in a sea of rock walls bellow her. Birds and insects sang as they never had back in the valley and Jungle Babe could feel her old sense of spiritual oneness returning to her in a heady flood!

There was no sign of their missing party though. The narrow expanse of inclining rock lead them a difficult passage down to an immediate sloping away of large stone stairs carved into the living rock immediately leading in winding staircase above them. The proceeded up the stone stair case, each riser several yards wide and several feet in height and depth, making them scramble to climb the cyclopean steps. The steps wandered up at a steep angle following the mirrored pattern of the steps of the moutian its self into whom they were so deeply carved, so that only a few hundred yards at a time could be made out in stretches before the steps vanished behind some jutting out cropping or turned to follow some wayward spine of craggy rock. The steep broken back trail upon the polished black stone was made uneasy as the natural sounds of birds and insects and event the light touch of wind would for long moments be swallowed up by enclosing buttresses and jetties of weather blasted rock, and Jungle Babe and Jones would climb in an eerily silence in which they strove almost unconsciously not to make anymore sound then possible and found them selves when forced to communicate to whisper in short monosyllables of strange awe and apprehension.

After just a few minutes into their climb they found themselves incased in an increasingly thick white mist, wet and palatable. Which despite the rise of the early sun waning the stars over head, blanketed them for the rest of their journey in a odd glowing murk of white phantom fog which did much to obscure all of their vision beyond the reach of an outstretched hand. It hung in melding silence making their slightest sound echo flat and loud to their cloyed senses, only to part in a hart stopping moment to reveal a great eddy of several hundred feet environed in a swirling wall of white, to then slowly ebb in and cover all again in blind white impenetrable cloud.

It was in one of these parting of the veil moments when the thing on the stair attacked them! It was a monstrous creature serpentine in shape but its scales about its face and back ridge grown out into an almost feathered appearance of fantastical color. Vivid hues adorned its savage face and body and it plunked its thick muscled trunk toward them down the stairs as rapidly as a water fall.

Without hesitation, Jungle Babe launched herself at the great feathered serpent with its oddly humane like face and threw herself upon its forty feet of coiled bulk! Her knife flashing in great streaks of crimson arcs, she wrestled with the behemoth until panting and covered in its oily blood she stood wide legged over its lifeless form.

Gathering themselves up after the shocking battle and pausing to prod and wonder at the strange creature the Jungle Babe had slain in battle, the two continued their climb up the great stone steps shrouded in cloud. They hadn’t gone long when they came across the first of four horribly crushed and mangled men. As well some torn garment shreds of their lost companions as well as a small stone fetish which had been around the young amazon girls neck. A continued search revealed nothing else.

“That serpent must have struck these men in the fog and killed them. There was a brief scuffle but it appears the remaining men and their prisoners went on unharmed continuing up the steps. “ Jungle Babe pointed her bloody knife up into the mist where the steps where blotted out by the heavy fog. “It is only by chance the shroud of fog parted just in time for us to see the serpent attacking, or else ours would have been a similar fate as these wretched souls.”

Jones prodded one pulp like crushed figure with a boot toe and swallowed hard, “poor bugger. Hey, his teeth are filed to points! Cannibals, I reckon. The dress looks oddly Mayan, but I’ve never seen those images of carved stone he’s wearing as jewelry before though. More Clemens department.”

“Then we had better hurry and over take our people, for if their captors are cannibals they may not have much time remaining!” And with that, Jungle Babe spun around and with a wiggling sinuous jog disappeared into the white fog.

It was mid-day, though it was difficult to tell in that never dissipating swirl of fog, when Jungle Babe and Mr. Jones saw a large hulking shape steady and unmoving in the shifting mist. They slipped off the stairs to their right and made their way up into the rough uncut rock of the mountain side, climbing steadily until they had reached a vantage point several hundred feet above where they thought the shape to be and waited for one of those irregular shifts of the fog to open a portal of vision to it.

When it came, the vista before them was truly breath-taking, for the large ominous shape in the fog turned out to be an enormous squat bluish black stone gate house, and just beyond it lay a stone cause way, latterly a thin stone bridge which reached out several hundred feet over an abyss. Earth quakes had broken off the cause way a little over half way across the great chasm, and at its farthest point, a finger like projection was amended with a rope causeway bridge which lead out and on disappearing into the fog shroud. Another section of the fog ebbed away farther up and to their right and here far beyond the stone gate house and the bridge it guarded over the canyon, a great surreal spectacle was unveiled. For there in a shimmering haze was an immense city set fully into the crowing crest of a pinnacle of rock. A sloping rising tier of stone buildings stepping up into the mountain its self, crowned by the great peak like a fierce crested plume helmet. The buildings shown with lustrous hues of blue polished stone and white marble and gray granite slabs sprinkled in red splashes, and here and there short cylindrical buildings with round dome roofs sparkled with the iridescent shimmering light that could only come from precious stones set upon their squat surface. All in all it was a sight of barbaric splendor, and then it was gone, swallowed up in the heavy perpetual wet cloud mists.

“That must surly be the City of Gems we are looking for, but it’s much farther down the mountain side than I imagined. I expected it to be higher up, and farther down the mountain range it’s self.” Jones rubbed his forehead and unshaved chin and grinned in momentary wonder.

“The gate house is guarded, but not by many. I doubt it has stores or room for more than ten guards. But I am sure there is a much greater gate house watching the other end. And any attempt to cross that bridge is bound to be suicidal in face of an armed opposition.” Jungle Babe frowned into the mist, “the chasm is widest here at the bridge, it narrows as it proceeds on to our right.”

“I see where you are going with this, but this bit we are standing on ends abruptly and the rift turns back away between those two passes over there.” Jones grimaced at the terrain that peek-a-booed in and out of existence around him.

Jungle Babe suddenly shot up an arm, “look!” There before their gaze a lone razor of a mesa of rook loomed briefly out of the mist. “Did you see that? That outcropping looked identical to that old map the escaped slave had made. A dog-like head slopping down upon its breast. That tops the fissure he climbed out of in escaping the city.”

“All jumbles of rook can look like any other jumble of rock in a fog like this from one angle or another, but even if that ‘is’ where he made his escape out like a hundred years ago, and even if it hasn’t been sealed up by quakes or the hands of man since, it’s still on the other side of this chasm.” Jones peered doubtfully around them, the fog was wet and oppressive and starting to take on an unpleasant chill as they had climbed higher into the mountain on the giant stone steps.

“Let’s see how close we can get to that dog headed rock.” And without further comment, Jungle Babe vanished into the fog. With a grunt Jones hoisted the two back packs she had left behind her as well as the two he was carrying and staggered after her counting the steps until he would certainly break an ankle in this rough uneven ground.

The dog head rock was several hours of hard scramble away before they were abreast of it. And upon reaching it, it was still several hundred of feet across the chasm from where they stood panting in exhaustion. It was impossible to judge how far down the narrow defile acting as a moat before them fell. The fog seemed never to lift bellow them, and there was a sound of distant angry water which swallowed up the sound of any dropped stones. Still the dog head rock cropping was tantalizingly close. It was the narrowest point between the two sides of the canyon walls before the side they were standing on branched away.

“I don’t suppose there is anyway for us to cross to the other side is there?” Jungle Babe pouted over at the just visible massive mound of rock looming mockingly just a few hundred feet before them.

“If the others were here, no. I could never get them across, but I think the two of us can just manage.” Jones was full of energy again and brushing off the crumbs from a power bar from his hands he began digging in one of the back packs around them. “When those women agreed to set us free and give us back all our stuff, they kept most of our rope and much of the metal tools, but… they did leave us just enough rope to bridge this gap and this…” He pulled out a wicked looking apparatus that looked like a large folded bazooka. Jungle Babe started to form a question but Jones cut her off. “Watch.” With a few minutes of tweaking he shouldered the device and squeezed the trigger. There was a loud concussive report and a large metal spike shot out of the muzzle of the device followed by a rapid unreeling tether of rope. The projectile vanished into the mist and there was a thin sharp echo as it struck stone. A few tugs and with out another word Jones secured his end of the line and set about setting the back packs on to the line by clips. He spaced them out and attaching the forward one to his own belt he swung easily out over the cliff face and began to pull himself rapidly across. With a smile, Jungle Babe waited until he was on the other side and then she followed after him.

Night was falling, fast. And the fog took on a skin numbing chill that registered its self in the very erect nipples of Jungle Babe which caused Jones some discomfort of his own as his lower anatomy much changed by the amazons was still ginger and any arousal caused him much pain. Still Jungle Babe insisted that they make their way into the interior of the mountain arguing that night wouldn’t matter to them in the tunnels within and as soon as she found the entrance from the map she had so readily memorized, which was just as well as the amazons had kept the map too, she slipped into it with Jones dragging as much of their equipment as he could carry immediately behind her. While the old map had been very sketchy on the greater details of the outside world, it had been utterly minute and exacting in showing the various turnings and branching of the mountains caves and caverns, perhaps reflecting the many years the author had spent imprisoned in them digging out the precious wealth of stones and metals for his masters.

Once inside the maze of natural and man made shafts, Jungle Babe and Jones decided they would risk a little light. There was only one flash light left. A fluorescent bar light, all the others having been either left behind in their base camp over looked by the amazons who took them captive or else lost or kept by those self same women. They had been hording it, and even now as they turned it on in the caves damp confines they could tell its battery was low, the feeble light bouncing eerily off the slick gouged surfaces of the volcanic stone.

Jungle Babe now set herself to the imposing task of setting the map in her head and her well honed tracking instincts to the nigh impossible task of fathoming out a proper trail through the maze of passages. It wasn’t long before a narrow stretch of a crack between two large rocks forced them to leave all their equipment behind. Jungle Babe squeezed through with light bar raised and knife at the ready and Jones followed armed with the lonely climbing axe the amazons had left, he struggled desperately not to look at the full firm buttocks of the Jungle Babe and her indelible snatch wiggling so often just inches from his nose, less he feel the wincing shots of pain in his groin that the telltale signs of an early erections gave him. Again and again the jungle vixen whispered back to him while on her hands and knees in some cramped narrow passage, telling him to keep close, and inevitably forcing him to look up at her face sandwiched between her two outstretched knees and her unshorn golden pussy on full display there, and he would nod at her with sweating brow and bit his tongue against the pain and the low moan building in his throat.

As such it was no real surprise that they traversed much of the outer maze of natural passages in what seemed to Jones as little time at all and found themselves at last in the larger telltale man hewn tunnels of the City of Gems mines proper. From here on out, in these larger passages they strained every sense and crept in full fear of each step bringing them to expected discovery. The tension had Jones in a cold sweat despite the warm temperature of the tunnels, and he found his jaw aching from his subconscious clenching of it for so many hours. The Jungle Babe moved effortlessly on the balls of her feet in languid cat like strides, tireless and sensual, as a young banshee ghost she haunted the tunnels before him bathed in iridescent light of the fluorescent bar. It was a very long time before they began to find the discarded signs of humane presence, empty gourd water bottles, clay pipes, metal crude tools and stone tools as well, and with increasing frequency the moldering remains of a corpse. Some of these they studied and comparing them to the crushed men they had found on the great stone steps, they deduced that the citizens of the City of Gems were short in stature. Being on average around four foot ten, with none of the corpses yet being over five foot in size. That they were ropy muscled, with short bowed legs and long lean arms. That they pierced their bodies with oriental stone, and painted their faces and chests with dyes. Even the corpses of the miner slaves bore rough small gems set in necklaces of distant traveled sea shells and beads of glass. That they would be left on the bodies and not collected suggested an abundance of wealth and an odd culture that let even slaves keep their possessions upon them even in death. The warriors on the steps had worn brightly colored plumes upon their arms and foreheads, none in the mine had any such trappings. The miners wore only loin cloths, the warriors had worn quilted chest pieces and skirts of similar construction. The denizens of the City of Gems had one other characteristic which impacted on both Jungle Babe and Jones mental note taking though neither made mention of it, for their short stature each of the corpses thus far had been endowed with an unusually large male member between their legs.

There were many abrupt pit falls and shafts and crude areas propped up with rough hewn logs which must have been brought from far bellow in the valleys beyond, but not a single miner did they meet, nor hear nor catch the hint of, other than the abandoned dead.

The eerie silence of the dripping catacombs was not lost on the two adventures as they made their scrambles upward following each and every tunnel that lead up toward the distant surface. Just shortly after their light bars battery had given out, they found themselves in a small room with a ray of light coming down from the ceiling. The room was full of wooden racks and digging supplies and ropes hung down out of the hole in the middle of the room. With little hesitation the pair ascended the ropes and pulled themselves up and out into blinding daylight. They found them selves in a small open court yard rimmed in low stone walls and quickly ran to the nearest cover provided. Behind large ceramic jugs filled with water and piles of rock and sand they surveyed their surroundings. They could hear high pitched wood flutes and cymbal crashes and drums in the distance but saw nor heard anyone in the immediate vicinity. Sensing they had not yet been discovered they agreed to chance a peak over the low wall to see what lay beyond their carol. Cautiously, they peeped over the thick slabs of rock making up the wall ringing them in and discovered they were at the very fringe of the city. Near the very cliff side its self which in turn fell in a sandy grassy slope immediately to their left. The blue rock buildings short and squat beginning at their right proceeded to increase in size and height up the incline toward the center of the town. For all its opulence in carved relief’s and columns and gem incrusted pillars, the outer buildings were little more than stone piles, shabby and shack like in appearance. After climbing over the low wall and daring to venture a little further into the empty city, they found many of these outer stone houses were full of live stock, sheep and chickens were pinned inside next to rough wood tables and large jars of water. Goats brayed wandered the rough hilly streets of gravel paths and stone steps that twisted and turned haphazardly. Many of the outer buildings were shorter than they were and they made their way humpbacked through the irregular streets heading instinctively up and into the hart of the city were the sounds of strange shrill music now mixed with shouts of masses of people.

As they progressed up the ever steeping path ways twisting into the hart of the city, the crude stone hovels and their rough cisterns and cesspools gave way to more and more larger well adorned houses of polished finished rock with increasing numbers of shrines of strangely grotesque stone gods and ceremonial gem incrusted pillars and monoliths that leaned on patch work bases and the numbers of animals decreased and the stench of sewage and livestock gave way to the smells of incense and baking breads. Now low voices of grunts and clicks and whirling bubbling vowels could be heard through the occasion brightly colored cloth draped windows and the slap of feet and muttering murmurs with laughing cawing sounds sent the two scrambling down alternative alleyways more and more frequently. But most of the city was still deserted and the sound of the crowd at its center intensified as thatch roofs gave way to more complex wooden supports shingled in split stone. The white fog played everywhere like a pride of cats, and with whimsical menace would evaporate in a twist now and then to reveal them to a group of short squat women dressed in bright heavy weaved robes with back turned towards them as they raced for the nearest cover.

Soon the city streets took on more of a formal laid out procession, the way paved in set stones and lined with short statues of fell beasts. The walk ways were broader, the buildings more public and well shaped than privet and they began to see their first warrior guards standing about or leaning against buildings smoking short stone pipes. They noted most of their weapons were short club like weapons embedded with sharp stone, but others stationed on short stone tower look out posts bore small thick looking bows and quivers of long black arrows.

More and more people could be seen moving in brightly colored arrays of cloth in increasing large groups and the streets now reached a terminus, all of them now spilled into a large expansive oblong road of brightly paved stones and it was lined with various stalls where people milled about. Beyond them, on the other side of the rectangle road was a low wall with several openings through which richly adorned people passed and from which the loud crowd boomed.

Jungle Babe and Jones crept back away from the market and finding a taller building climbed its outer stone wall and perched themselves upon its roof peak. From this slightly hidden vantage they could see beyond the market street that encased what was a sunken large plaza rimmed with steps upon which hundreds of people sat and cheered in lusty shouts. In the decorative stone courtyard its self several naked men slammed into one another in some kind of sporting match which remained unfathomable to Jungle Babe and Jones. Jones could make out a large leather looking ball every now and then and stone hoops around the court yard and the rhythmic nature of the contest but he couldn’t work out what the nature and manner of the increasingly bloody and violent spectacle was about.

What eventually did catch their eyes were the large stone brightly painted spectators box at the far right end. It was positioned in front of what had to be the palace or royal residence which loomed behind it, a large domed mass built right into the rook over hang of the mountain side. Looking all the world like a series of large squat stone corn silos joined together and sheathed in paint and gems. In the box before this great stone edifice were several short men who watched placidly the sport before them while being fanned by numerous naked women and ringed with warriors plumed and magnificent in contrast to their plain and bored looking masters. In front of the stone platform seating box were several stone stakes, totem poles of hideous design and tied to five of these were the unnamed man, the Priest Clemens, his young companion, the captain Sty, and the young amazon girl. Only the amazon girl was angrily struggling against her bonds, the rest looked haggard and exhausted, heads down cast, clothes ragged, unshaved faces covered in grime.

Jones looked over to Jungle Babe and whispered, “so now what?”

They couldn’t remain on their roof top perch, the view it gave them in turn gave any who should glance their way an equal sight of them. Trying to fight their way in to their companions and then back out again of an entire city of blood thirsty savages didn’t bode well. And Jungle Babe doubted a male dominated warrior caste society would allow her to bamboozle her way into their trust as she had the amazons. It seemed hopeless. But Jungle Babe’s sharp keen eyes had noted that directly above the largest dome of the near by palace, rose a straight single staircase cut into the rock of the over hanging mountain side. It lead at a steep angle to a small niche of a carved door way, with a rock alter set just inside of its richly figured mouth. If there was any place in the entire city were you would sacrifice victims to angry mountain gods, that would be it!

Jungle Babe quickly lead Jones away from the central plaza and into the winding streets, whispering her plan. There was no way they could rescue their crew from a horde of armed savages, but she was betting that little niche up there could only hold a Priest or two maybe a king and a handful of warriors to carry the sacrifices up the stairs. If they could just manage to get up there first and hide themselves, they just might be able to spring a rescue of their friends and maybe even take some high ranking official hostage for leverage for their own escape!

Jones was up to it, there would be no sneaking into the palace its self and finding the base of the stone cut staircase, but they might just be able to scale the rough walls of the cliff side and work their way across to the staircase higher up. They had left all of their equipment behind in the mines, but Jones had wisely thrown a single coil of rope around his shoulder draping it across his body. They would need it now. Finding themselves at the far base of the cliff, they found every access to it was covered in stone houses of prominent size. They had to scale several of these buildings until they found themselves up against the angling outward lip of the mountain its self. The over hang of rock was ragged and fraught with hand holds, but it forced them to climb with their bodies hanging out away from the rock, pulling themselves by fingertips alone. It took all of Jones skill and Jungle Babes athletic ability to maneuver up the overhangs rock wall and then across to the stone cut stair case. Time and again the one had to pull the other up by the rope or hold themselves square as a base with it tied around their waist while the other swung out into space like a pendulum to reach the next handhold.

It was near nightfall when tired and breathless they reached the stone stair case mid-way up its towering length and climbed the remaining distance to the darkening niche above. They had no sooner reached this point of vantage when they could see a torch line procession snaking through the palatial grounds bellow them, winding through the domed buildings with their centers cut with holes out of which scented smoke rose from hinted huge stone braziers. The promenade ended at the base of the stone stair case and after some pause a few torches began to ascend its difficult pitch.

Jungle Babe and Jones had little time to admire the lavish deep cut carvings or take in much of their surroundings. There was indeed a stone alter immediately inside the cut niche of the mountain wall, but beyond it lay a downward slopping staircase of a much more gentle angle, but the darkness shielded all further speculation from their sight. Still they could both sense that the cave they were in was not as small as they had first assumed and that the stair case behind the alter fell away for quiet some distance into the darkness.

They found some shelter in the deep wall carvings on ether side of the alter, and waited for the priests to come with their bond companions. They didn’t have long to wait. The first priests to enter set their torches into holders on either side of the alter, they began to chant and more priests made their way into the small niche baring torches and their crew mates. Of all the things that could have gone wrong, luck held and all five prisoners were ushered with arms bound to their sides. Jungle Babe tensed as they grabbed the unnamed man and laid him on the alter, but no knife appeared and instead his clothes were torn away and he was bathed in scented oils, then set aside as the process was repeated with each of the others in turn. Now naked and lathered in oils the priests still chanting lead the prisoners past the confused hidden Jungle Babe and Jones who shot each other quizzical looks. After the last priest had passed them they slipped out of their hiding places and followed the praying procession. The stair case lead the old wizened men and their offerings to the lip of a great shaft, where a younger priest was lowered down by a long thick rope which he had carried up with him to the alter. Then, one by one, the captives were gently lowered to the priest bellow who untied them from the rope but left them bound by their original bindings and laid each one carefully upon the rock ledge he stood on. When the last captive had been placed upon the lip of rock the priest shimmied up the rope and all the priest chanted loudly. An older priest stood next to a large gong set near the stair case and rhythmically beat it to the chanting. The all the priests hurriedly left.

Jungle Babe was puzzled. She doubled back to make sure the priests were indeed descending the stone staircase outside and then retrieved one of the torches still burning in the holders next to the alter and then rushed back to Jones who was already securing one end of their rope to the same stone ring the younger priest had used. Looking over the lip of the shaft they could see their companions squirming in their bonds abut two hundred feet bellow them. The rope would just reach them! Beyond the lip of the ledge upon which they had been settled was only inky blackness of the shaft.

Though there seemed little threat of the priests returning or their being discovered Jones moved with an instinctive haste and soon had himself propelling down the sheer wall of the shaft to the prisoners bellow. Jungle Babe followed with the torch carefully sandwiched between her large bosom. Once upon the ledge, now somewhat crowded, both Jones with his climbing axe and Jungle Babe with her knife made short work of the hemp rope holding the anxious party.

It was Clemens who spoke first once their gags had been removed. “We need to get out of here, fast. I don’t know what it is, but from what I could make out from their language, this is the ‘Well of Eyes’, and it an’ it no mine!”

As if on cue, there was a sudden rush of warm wind from bellow and the torch sputtered and the dark walls of the well across from them lit up with blood red ruby eyes. The wall of eyes continued down endlessly bellow them, small beady unblinking. “What the hell-” the unnamed man whispered hoarsely. And there was a shrill high pitched shriek. The single piercing sound was taken up by a thousand throats echoing deafen through the well.

“Bats!” Jones screamed as he covered his ears, “but bats like I’ve never known before!” The eyes leapt from the shadows and began to dance about them. Hundreds and then thousands, some as large as a foot across in body with six feet wing spans others as small as a Jungle Babes fist but all with red glowing eyes and mouths filled with white needle fangs. “These are not insect eaters!” Jones howled as Jungle Babe swung her torch back and forth around them against the ravenous sea of screeching creatures.

“We have to get out of here!” Clemens yelped shielding his face from the onslaught of blood thirsty vermin.

“But how?” Jones was waving axe and torch as Jungle Babe sought to defend the others with her knife. “We’ll be cut to pieces trying to climb out of here!”

“It was from the Well of Eyes that the slave escaped!” Jungle Babe shouted. “His map showed a small fisher and crack beyond which he used to enter the mining tunnels and make his way out of the mountain!”

“Where was it!” Jones was pulling bats off of Clemens and himself. The creatures came away with odd sucking sounds after much effort and gouts of blood followed them.

“Lower! This but a series of ledges that drop down! On the sixth ledge there is an opening leading into the mines!” Jungle Babe tore the wing off one bat and slashed another in twain.

Jones looked warily over the ledge and into the murky sea of red eyes bellow. “I hope your right, because that first ledge is quiet a drop and we can’t recover the rope. Once we drop down there won’t be any getting back up here!” Jungle Babe plucked up the terrified amazon and tossing her over her shoulder, slipped over the lip of the ledge and was gone. Jones shook his head and moved to follow her.

The nightmarish drop from ledge to ledge in a sea of blood sucking bats was hellish, but they all managed to make it to the sixth ledge and after a frantic search found the small crack that lead them away from the Well of Eyes.

The journey through the mines was not without adventure. Creatures lurked there, vile milky white blind things that gurgled and hissed and spiders hairless and large as a man’s head hunted in carnivorous packs. The mines themselves were obviously played out and not a single precious stone could be found. The unnamed man furiously riffled the occasional dead bodies of the deserted mines miners and struggled to keep up with the others with his arms full of babbles and trinkets, his cheeks tear stained with furry over their instance to escape at once, refusing to risk a return to the city up above.

Jungle Babe managed to lead them all back to the small room with their discarded back packs and the store of trail mix and water bottles therein. They slept there before continuing on back out onto the mountain side. They forgo the rope line across the chasm and followed Jungle Babes instincts down to the river floor bellow. The rushing water was full of strange hostile creatures but none of the largest ones seemed to take much notice of them, busy as they were devouring the smaller vicious fish. There was a brief interlude involving a horde of strange insects with large penises instead of stingers that had Jungle Babe and the amazon squeezing out blue eggs for a day or two, but eventually the river slide under a mountain and they reluctantly left it to climb for two days over it.

On the other side they found the swamps and after two days of scouting Jungle Babe lead the party back to the now storm torn base camp tents. Here they parted from the young amazon who returned back up to her people in the untamed valley. And after an uneasy rest at the foot of that valley the men pressed Jungle Babe to lead them to the hidden canoes and then back to their luckily undiscovered small ship.

The unnamed man remained morose and shattered as they limped back in the ship through the torturous swamps to the bright sea beyond. A few days latter and at the first port of call, Jungle Babe phoned her ranch back in Africa to talk to a bewildered Wild Girl who was frantic to know where ‘SHE’ had disappeared to!? True to her word, with Wild Girl obviously safe back in Africa awaiting her arrival, Jungle Babe parted from the small group of men, glaring at the unnamed man as she did so, but promising to not harm them for this momentary truce. But as she left the weathered and beaten men at the tiny dock she could just make out the unnamed man’s voice saying in increasingly excited tones, “what we need when we go back NEXT is that Sara Kraft lass! Now there’s a woman with a head for treasure!”