Jenny's African Adventure - Part 3

By Brummie

Many thanks to ‘A fan’ who helped with ideas for this story.

Chapter One - Rescue.

God he really hated the colour green. He was surrounded by green. Everywhere was green. Green, green and more damned green. Ahead of them green, behind them green, left and right, upwards and downwards even, green. You get the picture. Lots of green. Green and ever more fucking green as far as the eye could see.

The jungle of Naboombu was thick, sultry, enveloping and most of all dangerous but still they persevered slashing at the undergrowth with razor sharp machetes inching their way forwards. Sweat sheened their bodies with the effort of struggling through the unyielding plant-life. If he didn't know better Jaco Dupree would have thought it was fighting back against them deliberately.

Dupree was the black sheep of an already damned family. South African by birth he bemoaned the passing of the good times at home when a white man could abuse, maim or even kill with virtual impunity but then the political landscape changed and he'd had to flee one step ahead of a mobs burning necklace or the hangman’s noose. His slim medium height frame wore his immaculately creased bespoke clothes well and he was handsome in a rakish sort of way. In spite of being an utter blackguard Dupree exuded an air of charm and refinement accentuated by a Clark Gable moustache. Many a man had gone to his grave grateful in the knowledge that the knife in their back had been thrust there by the hand of a stylish and erudite gentlemen. He was probably the ultimate example of the saying 'You can't judge a book by its cover' because his elegant and cultured exterior belied the utter son of a bitch that lurked brooding inside.

His companions however were cut from a different cloth. Tevez could have easily passed for a pirate. He was of medium height, well-muscled and extensively tattooed to such an extent that barely an inch of skin below his chin remained un-inked by obscene or violent images. He sported a huge black beard and his left eye, poked out in a bar-room brawl as he strangled a fellow drinker after a disagreement over the five aces Tevez appeared to be holding was covered by an evil black patch so he habitually wore a bandana to keep the sweat out of his one good eye. Paxon on the other hand was taller and thinner with long straggly dirty blonde hair, a beaked nose and large mouth. His eyes were small and shifty to the extent that you wouldn’t trust him with his own sister let alone yours. His features though whole were marred by a livid scar running from his temple to his chin.

Now the three men had joined forces and took on commissions such as the one they were on now. Shady missions for Governments or large corporations that were not altogether on the right side of the law. Missions where no questions would be asked or answered no matter how many lives were sacrificed.

Occasionally they'd stumble across a narrow trail used by natives or the larger carnivores allowing them to make quicker progress but most of the time they had to fight for every inch of forward movement against the intractable jungle. To most people it would seem crazy to try to penetrate the primeval forest on foot but there were no roads for trucks and the jungle canopy shielded the ground from a helicopter or light plane. Mother Nature had packed the moss covered trees as close together as possible and then filled any gaps with undergrowth of prehistoric proportions. Ferns the size of ships sails, leaves thick and tough as tarpaulin that resisted all but the sharpest blade and creepers that hung down from the higher branches. In addition the conditions were oppressive in the extreme. Forty degree plus temperatures at this time of year and one hundred percent humidity which made any physical effort doubly difficult. All of this was bad enough but then came the wildlife. It seemed to the men that every living thing was targeting them. From the largest jungle cats and the wild boars with their wicked tusks right down to the smallest ants whose sting was venomous and excruciatingly painful.

But still they persevered. Why? Because their target with virtually worth its weight in gold, that's why. Someone was very eager to meet their target once again. They thought they were prepared for the dangers being heavily armed. All carried a machete, a vicious hunting knife, a magnum sized side arm and a semi-automatic machine pistol. The extra weight was worth the bolster to their confidence. Unfortunately their lust for wealth overrode not only their fatigue but also their sense of self-preservation because there was one threat posed by the jungle that would prove to be their ultimate downfall.

On the eighth day they suddenly burst through the last giant fern to emerge into a large clearing. The oppressive gloom turned in an instant to light filtering through the canopy of leaves above them revealing the twenty or so mud huts of the native village. It only took a few seconds for their presence to register and gradually more and more men appeared until the three white men faced fifteen tall, lithe warriors. They stood staring at each other warily until Dupree sheathed his machete. He slowly raised his hands smiling to demonstrate he intended no malice.

Surrounded by natives who appeared not actively threatening Dupree attempted to converse. English, French and Afrikaans elicited no response other than blank stares then a soft feminine voice said 'Can I be of assistance'. Dupree swung round at the sound and the eyes of all three men stared mesmerised the woman who had spoken.

Six months in the jungle hadn't reduced Jenny Richards’ allure in the slightest. The active lifestyle meant her body had become if anything even more athletic. Her stomach was ridged with muscle and her thighs were long and powerful from walking and running through the jungle. Blonde hair fell past her broad shoulders and framed her beautiful elfin face with her piercing blue eyes. Sheena, Queen of the Jungle could have sued for copyright infringement.

Recognising a white woman Dupree said paraphrasing Stanley meeting Livingstone for the first time 'Ah, Ms. Richards I presume.'

Jenny suddenly realised that the gaze of all three visitors had settled not on her face but a little lower down. During her time in the village she'd fallen into the custom of wearing nothing but a short skirt. As every woman was topless it felt natural to follow suit but now for the first time in six months she felt embarrassment as the men’s gaze zeroed in on her magnificent naked bosom. Each giant sphere remained buoyant and perky jiggling at her slightest movement. Like the rest of her exposed skin each breast had turned a deep caramel brown from constant exposure to the tropical sun. Her huge areolas and nipples had also darkened to the colour of milk chocolate.

Slowly she crossed her arms covering her breath taking tits breaking the spell holding the men’s gaze. 'Yes. I'm Jenny Richards. Who're you?' she demanded.

'My name is Dupree, Ms Richards, Jaco Dupree and these men are Tevez and Paxon. We've been sent by the new British Ambassador, Sir Ambrose Stevens, to take you back to civilisation.'

‘Take. Mr. Dupree?’

‘Forgive me Ms. Richards. Just a turn of phrase. Maybe I should have said escort.’

Jenny's brow furrowed. 'That might be a little difficult' she said slowly 'you see I'm pretty sure the King will still be as mad as hell that we not only escaped but killed a dozen or so of his soldiers in the process . He'll have made damn sure that the guards at the airport, the only way out of the country, are well aware of what I look like and the dire punishment that would result should they let me escape his clutches.

Dupree however was prepared. 'You're right. He was spitting bullets when you fled but I've been assured the British authorities have made arrangements to ensure your safety. There's a new passport waiting for you in the name of Inga Swenson, a Swedish national and there will be a disguise to apply, hair dye and other things. You should be able to fly out without any trouble.'

Jenny thought about this before nodding and offering the men the hospitality of the village. They were given a hut and allowed to shower and wash their clothes. Feeling refreshed they met again for the evening meal were they were introduced to Jenny's 'husbands' Jamir and his younger brother Amari. Jenny failed to see the flash of hatred in Dupree’s eyes when she casually admitted 'consorting' with two black men. They ate and drank and conversed. Dupree despite appearances turned out to be a well read and engaging guest regaling Jenny with tales of his adventures on the dark continent, not one of which was true and in all cases that may have been remotely close to reality left out the bloody death and mayhem that tended to follow him and his compatriots. All went well. The only awkward moment came when Jaco asked after Godfrey Mordant.

She had to explain that he was missing presumed dead. They'd found his bloody clothes by the nearest river so it looked fairly obvious that he'd foolishly gone for a swim inside a crocodile. They seemed to accept this then asked the big question. Would she accompany them back to the capital city? The blond agent had been thinking hard about this. She wanted desperately to return to England if only for the toilets. There were many other reasons, the rain, fish and chips, her friends, the fantastic public transport but mostly the hygienic toilets. She managed to convey this to Jamir and Amari and was surprised and a little dismayed when they agreed that she should go.

Jenny didn't realise that quite a few of the natives would have been happier if she wasn't there in spite of the improvements she'd bought to the village. She'd started teaching some of the women to speak, read and write in English. She'd introduced them to toothpaste, fresh breath and general hygiene. She'd also taught them to cook with spices to improve their food. All this however didn't matter to some.

Jamir and Amari in particular were becoming exasperated that notwithstanding the copious amounts of semen they'd enjoyed pumping into her Jenny resolutely refused to become pregnant and this was beginning to cause rumours in the village. Whispers were heard suggesting the two men may be firing blanks. In a culture that put producing strong sons above all else this was a major hit to their reputation as the alpha males. In addition many of the single women of the tribe were greatly put out when the white interloper had appeared on the scene and taken the two brothers as her husband’s thus depriving the women of the chance of marriage to the villages two most eligible males. In addition the tribe elders had started to detect a change in the attitude of the women who came into contact with the foreigner. They were beginning to question the traditional order. In short Jenny had kicked off female emancipation and the old men didn't like it one bit so the opportunity to rid themselves of this female anarchist appeared heaven sent.

So it was that Jenny told Jaco that she would accompany him and his colleagues back to the capital then everyone retired for the night.

On entering their hut Jenny led Jamir, the older brother, to the sleeping area where she slowly, sensuously stripped him naked until he stood tall and proud before her. Swiftly she slipped off her only item of clothing, her skirt, then knelt submissively before him. His majestic black cock twitched as her tiny cool hands slid round his girth and slowly began to stroke up and down the shaft. She felt the blood surging into his cock turning it from a drooping four inches into an iron hard nine inches. They locked eyes and Jamir shuddered as the kneeling blondes pink tongue emerged to slide slowly round and round his plump dark brown helmet covering it with saliva.

His eyes shone with anticipation knowing what was coming. After twenty seconds Jenny opened her full pink lips and engulfed his cockhead in the warm wet cavern of her mouth. He was unable to stop the groan escaping as the white woman’s knowing lips sucked his black cock into her throat forcing her lips to stretch round the widest girth at the base of his cock. This would have been impossible for most women but then Jenny had had more practice than most. Quite a lot because she adored sucking cock as all of her male lovers had discovered. Many had discovered that it was her most favoured method of waking them in the morning. In addition every one of the villains who captured and tried to dominate or degrade her by cuffing, shackling or binding her with rope insisted on forcing her to suck there usually giant members and to swallow there salty semen.

Lovingly the blond British agent sucked on the magnificent black member bobbing her head and covering it with shiny saliva. Jamir tried his best to remain aloof watching as she worked on him but eventually he could resist no longer when she cupped his giant swinging balls. He began to thrust his hips forward.

Wet 'shucka, shucka' slurping sounds filled the hut as the buxom Jenny allowed the black warrior to vigorously fuck her throat. Her blonde hair flew about her shoulders as his thrusting grew more energetic until suddenly the blonde shoved him away. Jamir staggered back shocked.

Jenny wiped the saliva from around her mouth then lay back on the sleeping mat. Slowly she spread her mile long supermodel legs revealing her engorged pussy to his rapt gaze. Six months in the jungle without a proper razor had resulted in the return of her blonde pubic bush. Jamir didn't care whether her pussy was as naked as a schoolgirl or as hairy as a Yak either way his cock was rock hard, quivering and screaming for release. So when Jenny held out her arms inviting him to take her he threw himself down on her naked body.

Aiming his cock at the blonde’s moist gaping vagina Jamir stiffened his back, butt and thigh muscles and with a cry, the Naboombu equivalent of 'Geronimo', thrust his hips forward. Nine inches of rock hard shaft impaled Jenny’s cunt forcing her to utter a plaintive cry. For the next minute the black warrior’s rhythmic grunts were matched by the blonde’s urgent encouraging moans, appeals to God and the slapping of their thighs coming together.

Over the previous few months Jenny had tried to teach the two brothers various sexual techniques to enhance their love-making but all thoughts of stroking, licking and massage foreplay were forgotten now as their two bodies moved against each other. Jenny’s arms encircled Jamir's neck and her legs locked around his hips pressing her calves on his butt adding her own impetus to his pounding thrusts. If the big titted blonde hadn't been encouraging him to fuck her harder it might have seemed the black man’s driving penetrations were tantamount to a violence assault.

Jenny felt her orgasm begin to build. Her loins grew tense and she whispered in his ear urging him to greater efforts. Jamir gripped fists full of Jenny’s hair tugging on it painfully as he reached his maximum TPM (thrusts per minute). Jenny stiffened as her loins blossomed into an explosion of ecstatic pleasure. Jamir felt her amazing body climax beneath him. He stiffened himself and with one final extra deep penetration ejaculated his load inside the moaning blonde’s hot cunt. Their two bodies remained taught as the pleasure blossomed within them then gradually relaxed. They shuddered and quivered as their orgasms abated from the apex of blinding light down through smaller and smaller shuddering aftershocks until they lay spent glued together by the sweat sheening their flesh. Finally with a satisfied groan Jamir rolled off the buxom blonde so the two lay staring upwards their chests heaving sucking in air.

Amiri had watched his older brother fucking the blonde while idly stroking his cock to full readiness. He gave Jenny a minute to recover then roughly rolled her over on to her front and sat astride her thighs. He stared down in the twilight at her peach like buttocks before using his hands to spread them apart. The big titted blonde groaned as his thumb rubbed round her sphincter preparing it. He aimed his cock and pushed forcing his member into Jenny's butthole. Her moans increased as he thrust filling her ass with his full eight inches of iron hard cock. Reaching round her torso he seized her tits and gripped the tender flesh hard sinking his fingers deep into her breasts while rocking his hips see-sawing his gnarled manhood in and out of the writhing blondes stretched ass-hole. He enjoyed the tightness of her slowly thrusting feeling her clenching her butt muscles increasing his pleasure as he mauled her tits sinking his fingers deep into the giant fleshy balls of soft pliant flesh. His weight pressed her down so she was helpless beneath him to stop his hard shaft penetrating into her butt. Their grunts synchronised with each deeply impaling thrust.

Jamir tapped his brother on the shoulder. They'd planned this earlier knowing this would be their last time together with the blonde so Amiri rolled to the side and on to his back dragging the blonde so she lay on top of him. She hardly seemed to notice with his fingers grasping her tits and his cock still deeply buried in her innards. But she did notice when Jamir kneeling between their legs slid his hard again cock into her gaping cunt. Jenny moaned with over seventeen inches of hard black cock inside her loins especially when the two men doubled their thrusting hammering into the blonde with all the power their muscular warrior’s bodies could manage.

Jenny came with a blinding intensity but the men didn't stop. Their gyrating black bodies slapped against the sweat sheened flesh of the buxom blonde trapped between them driving their cocks deep into her soft tender pussy and ass. Jenny came again this time short and hard but still the men kept on fucking her mercilessly using her soft tender white body. She groaned throwing her head about. Amiri gripped her tits harder especially her puffy crinkled areolas knowing the pain turned her on. She orgasmed again then felt another with barely a gap then another each harder than the last. Seeing the devastating effect they were having on the orgasming blonde the men couldn't hold out any longer and almost simultaneously they ejaculated filling her with hot creamy semen. Jenny felt the searing wetness enter her body and with a long drawn out rapturous cry to God climaxed for a final time and fainted.

In a nearby hut Jaco Dupree lay on his bed staring upwards listened to the blonde’s plaintive cries echoing through the night as for the last time she was fucked senseless by the two black warriors. He had plans for her but his dark eyes and hard expression didn't bode well for the mega-titted blonde British secret agent.

Chapter Two - Homeward Well Bound.

The next morning the buxom blonde British agent awoke bright and early. Jamir and Amiri lay sprawled on their sleeping mats exhausted and still dead to the world. The two men had saved Jenny's life snatching her at the last second from in front of the guns of a firing squad so this being their last night together she had determined to make it as memorable as she possibly could. She'd fucked them for hours swapping positions bending her body and allowing them to penetrating each and every one of her holes until they had exhausted themselves. She, on the other hand felt energised by having her body repeatedly ravished by the two black tribesmen.

Opening the rucksack Dupree had given her the previous evening Jenny pulled out the first items. She sighed with pleasure at the sight of the jungle boots and even more when she found thick socks inside. Next came a pair of khaki shorts. They seemed to be quite small and this was confirmed when she struggled to pull them up over her plump butt. Eventually however breathing in she forced the clasp closed. Her hands stroked over her butt finding the shorts were like a second skin moulding themselves to her spectacular ass.

Next came a light blue sleeveless top. Again it felt small but the material stretched easily. Jenny found the rucksack was empty now so disappointed she realised no underwear had been provided. 'Typical bloody men' she thought.

The top stretched and slipped down over her head, over her tits and down her torso. She wriggled until the material was settled and studied herself. Again the top was moulded to her body emphasizing every spectacular curve and ridge. It stopped short of her navel leaving six inches of her muscular stomach exposed. The neckline was low cut and tight enough to force her tits together displaying a generous amount of creamy flesh and creating an intimidating deep cleavage. All would have been OK however if she didn't have to move. When she did each step caused her boobs to bounce and jiggle and the rubbing quickly fired up her nipples until they were swollen and pronounced poking provocatively through the top.

She filled the rucksack with food and water then leaving her husband’s snoring like Hippo's went out to meet Dupree, Tevez and Paxon. The first sight of the fully clothed white woman caused a stirring in all three. The fact that she was now more covered up than when they'd first met just seemed to make her allure even greater not less.

Before they'd set off Jenny noticed the men had played a quick game of 'Rock, paper, scissors' then the loser, Tevez, took the lead, Jenny took second spot, the winner, Paxon, third and Jaco brought up the rear. Tevez moaned because although they'd been shown a relatively clear path he would be the one welding his machete when they inevitably came across a section were the undergrowth had encroached. Paxon meanwhile was smirking because he could spend his time staring directly in front of him at the undulating ass of one of the most beautiful women he'd ever seen.

The group’s progress was faster than the pace achieved by the men on their inward journey but still fairly slow. The jungle seemed to enclose them in stifling heat and a constant musky smell of decaying vegetation. They trudged on with barely a word exchanged each being careful were they stepped. A broken or even sprained ankle could be fatal in the jungle. At the same time each was vigilant watching for wild animals that could strike when they were least expected. Snakes could mimic creepers and easily drop on the unwary traveller and the camouflage of the big cats made them practically invisible. Even the smallest creatures like spiders could be deadly.

Suddenly Jenny yelped as Paxon seeing her struggling to climb over a fallen tree moved in and boosted her upward by the simple expedient of placing both his hands on her ass and lifting. He squeezed giving her butt a good massage until she hauled herself over. She turned giving him a stern look that was met with an unconcerned shrug and a wide smirk.

They finally stopped for a meal and a short rest. Only Dupree seemed interested in talking and sat down beside Jenny while Tevez and Paxon kept their own council.

'How are you coping with the trek my dear?' asked Jaco in his refined upper class accent.

She gazed at him trying to detect if his query was deliberately condescending or if he was just a typical patronising macho upper class male. She kept her temper in check because she was pretty sure that she was fit enough to out 'trek' all of them. 'I'll survive thank you' she replied tersely.

'Good' said Dupree smoothly rising 'I'd hate to lose such an important and valuable property.'

Jenny watched him intently as he refilled his coffee mug. She was beginning to have misgivings about this group. She was aware that there was always someone keeping an eye on her, never leaving her alone, watching her. She felt that rather than guiding her she was being herded into a trap. She'd got no proof of this of course so when Dupree called for them to break camp she shook the feeling off as nothing more than paranoia.

They walked, trampled and slashed their way through the jungle for another exhausting two hours before coming upon a small clearing. Dupree called a halt and they set to removing small stones to give themselves a flat surface to sleep on, collecting the driest pieces of wood they could find for a fire and started heating a pan of beans for supper. Having eaten Jenny rose and carrying a toilet roll walked towards the jungle. Paxon immediately started to follow until she rounded on him.

'I think I can handle this part without help thank you very much' she said pointedly to him.

Paxon turned and when Dupree imperceptibly nodded returned to the camp fire.

Jenny walked about twenty yards into the trees until she was out of sight of the camp then turned and checked carefully that no one had followed. Five minutes later she started back then stopped. The paranoia had kicked in again. It was obvious where she'd been going and why so why had Paxon been so keen to follow. Everyone knew you didn't follow someone carrying a toilet roll. Her suspicions now raised she ducked down and as silently as she could crept back toward the camp until she only had a single bush between herself and the three men.

They were talking quietly but not so quietly that she couldn't make out what they were saying. Suddenly her ears pricked up as Tevez said 'you know I'm gonna buy a new truck when we claim the reward for that blonde from the King.' Dupree rounded on him and with a face like thunder slid his knife against the man’s throat.

He whispered viciously 'Keep your fucking mouth shut you stupid 'Ma Naaier'. She's walking voluntarily into our trap but if she realises what’s going to happen we'll have to drag her the entire way.'

In the trees Jenny thought hard. She could run now but all she'd got was a toilet roll and that wasn't going to be much use in fighting off Jaguars and Wild Boar. Alternatively she could return to camp as if nothing had happened and look out for an opportunity to slip away unnoticed with her knapsack with food, water and a machete.

A twig snapped sounding like a gunshot in the silence. All three male heads swung round to stare at the bush the blonde agent was hiding behind. She broke cover and raced away into the trees while behind her Dupree screamed out 'get her you fools'.

Desperation leant power to her pounding legs as Jenny dodged between the trees and forced her way through the undergrowth. She could hear the men behind her swearing as they pursued her. Thorns tore at her clothes and flesh but she felt nothing in her panic. She turned trying to follow the path of least resistance paying no attention to the direction she was heading just so long as she could stay ahead of the chasers. Paxon and Tevez split up trying to find the blonde shouting to each other to maintain contact. Jenny slowed trying to move quietly hoping to elude their search.

Fifteen minutes later the blonde agent couldn't hear the men’s shouts anymore so she emerged from her cover and slowly walked along a clear path emerging into a small clearing to come face to face with the supercilious smirk of Jaco Dupree.

'Damn' she thought 'I've come full circle.'

'Hello my dear' gloated the Afrikaans mercenary 'so kind of you to join us.'

Jenny leant her hands on her knees breathing deeply to get her breath back while Dupree stared appreciatively at the canyon like cleavage between her monster hanging tits. Finally the blonde sighed and held out her hand as if she was surrendering to the inevitable. All the unsuspecting Dupree saw was a submissive female as he gripped her wrist.

In the silence of the clearing Dupree’s eyes flew wide, the blood drained from his face and with a shocked expression he uttered a feeble 'ngh'. Slowly he collapsed to lie on the ground clutching his groin where Jenny's knee had connected with a sickening squishy thud crushing the Dupree family jewels.

The blonde agent stared down at the mercenary then with a satisfied smile on her face she turned. Straight into the swinging fist of Paxon. Jenny's knees went numb and she dropped to the jungle floor stunned.

While Tevez held a knife to the dazed blonde agents throat Paxon saw to Dupree whose face had now gone a deep pink. Sweat dripped from his brow as he tried to massage some life back into his throbbing genitalia. Slowly, agonisingly he stood up. His eyes blazed with hatred then he drew his hunting knife fully intent on skinning and filleting the blonde bitch.

'Boss' shouted Paxon trying to break though the murderous haze filling Dupree’s mind. 'Remember the contract. Minimum damage for full payment.' Slowly the killing gaze faded from his eyes as Dupree regained his composure. There were other ways to take his revenge. Ways that didn't leave a mark.'

'OK guys' he wheezed 'put the straps on her.'

Jenny was dragged to her knees from where she watched Paxon remove what looked not unlike a horses halter from his pack. She struggled feebly but the knife pressed a little harder forcing her to quiet down. The leather straps consisted of a thick throat strap that buckled at the back of her neck. It was studded like a dog collar. Six leather straps hung down to the first cross strap that was wrapped round her upper chest above her tits but under her armpits. It buckled tightly at the back. A second cross strap circled her chest below her tits again buckling at the back. Attached to this second strap were two loops of leather. Jenny's wrists were forced up her back into the loops. Left wrist into the right loop and right wrist into the left and each securely buckled. Jenny struggled but the leather cuffs held her arms tight. Finally her feet were hobbled leaving her only six inches of leeway. She wasn't going to knee anyone else in the goolies anytime soon.

Staring down at the restrained blonde agent Dupree rasped painfully 'Good' he nodded. 'I understand you seriously pissed off quite a number of people in the short time you were in the country?'

Jenny remained silent staring at him defiantly.

'I mean the King, his number one wife, Colonel Strang, that's the holy trinity in Naboombu. You couldn't have chosen a bigger three if you'd tried. In fact the King has put a huge price on your head. That's why we risked the jungle to find you and now we're taking you back to face the music and collect a monumental wedge of cash.'

Still Jenny tried to maintain her stoic poker face trying desperately not to give away her fear that she was quite likely in for a very unpleasant evening especially when Dupree stooped down beside the campfire and pushed his knife into the glowing embers. Within minutes he was ready.

With a satisfied nod Dupree said 'get her up boys.'

Jenny was roughly hauled to her feet. She staggered unable to maintain her balance with her feet tied until Tevez gripped her shoulders steadying her. Dupree stood in front of her close enough for her to feel his breath on her face. She stared at him and for the first time realised just what it was she was facing. Behind the thin veneer of polite respectability the twisted eyes of a sociopath stared back at her. An animal that was capable of the most heinous crimes and enjoying it while feeling absolutely no conscience or any sense of guilt.

Dupree held his knife up in front of her face until her eyes crossed trying to stare at its glowing tip. 'Now I know the King doesn't want you damaged too much but I think he'd be OK with a couple of crispy bits so here's the deal, you do exactly as you're told and don't give us any trouble and I promise not to slice off any sensitive bits of your body. To emphasise the point Dupree took a lock of her blonde hair and burnt straight through it. The stench filled her nostrils and stung her eyes so reluctantly she nodded her assent.

Dupree smirking said 'Good. You know the guys and I have been speculating ever since we met as to whether these beauties are real' and without waiting for a reply he gripped the neck of Jenny's top and yanked it downwards. Both of her giant breasts flopped out of their confinement into the evening air. He grabbed them sinking his fingers deep into the soft pliant flesh. 'Well I guess that answers that question' he smirked.

Then he kissed her.

Jenny was stunned and instinctively pulled away from him.

'D'you want to meet Mr. Crispy' he queried? 'No? Then either you join in, with enthusiasm mind, or its sizzle, sizzle, scream.'

He gripped her hair and pulled her face to his kissing her again. She felt his sloppy kiss dripping saliva into her mouth as his mouth gaped wide and his tongue forcing its way between her soft lips.

Jenny couldn't help it. She Mmmm'ed and pulled away. Dupree slapped her viciously across the cheek. 'Last chance bitch. Pull away again or resist in any way and I'll carve my name on your ass.'

She steeled herself and nodded after all it was only a kiss. Again Dupree pulled their faces together and frenched the buxom blonde. She still struggled disgusted by his tongue bring forced into her mouth tugging at the leather binding her wrists but there wasn't the slightest give in them. So reluctantly she resigned herself and kissed him back.

Then the strangest thing happened. Jenny in the past had been forced to endure sexual gymnastics with any number of villains. Dwarfs, old men, youngish boys, men, women, black and white and every colour in-between. Every one of her holes had been penetrated by cocks, fingers, tongues, didoes, vibrators and fists but being forced to indulge in this tonsil hockey with Dupree felt even more humiliatingly intimate than all of them. She felt her cheeks becoming red and her groin becoming warmer.

After ten minutes Dupree began massaging her breasts again while still holding her head and kissing her deeply. He wasn't gentle. His fingers gripped fists full of tit flesh squeezing hard leaving reddened marks on her soft skin. He pinched her nipple pulling and twisting them until she moaned then gave each hanging mammary a couple of swift sharp slaps.

He mauled and abused Jenny's huge breasts for another ten minutes then suddenly shoved her to her knees. He extracted his cock and forcing her mouth open shoved it between her full pink lips. Again and again he violently thrust his cock deep into her mouth. Jenny bore his thrusting after all it was far from the first time she'd been forcibly face fucked. He was well enough endowed for his purple helmet to reach the back of her throat blocking her airway. Remembering her knee in his balls he kept his cock deep in her throat for longer and longer. Great ropes of saliva dripped from Jenny's mouth dripping down in long lines to cover her tits and her eyes watered wetting her cheeks.

Dupree felt his orgasm begin to rise so he gripped the blonde’s hair and buried his cock in her throat callously keeping it there. Jenny gagged and struggled ineffectually. Her vision began to blur as her air was exhausted. The misery in her tearful eyes only heightened the stimulus for him and as blackness began to engulf her she felt his hot semen being pumped down her gullet. It was swallow or choke so reluctantly the big titted blonde was forced to gulp down his disgusting thick creamy jizz.

Dupree jerked five or six times emptying his balls into the blonde’s mouth leaving her tongue coated with a revolting taste then withdrew and threw her to the ground as she coughed and spluttered. The three men gazed down coldly at the big titted blonde sprawled in the dirt.

Jenny hoped that her torment was over but Dupree had other ideas. Having done up his trousers he produced two empty baked bean tins. Handing them to Tevez he instructed him to 'find some of our little friends.'

When Tevez returned they rolled Jenny on to her back. Paxon sat on her legs and Tevez gripped her hair so no matter how hard she squirmed and swore she couldn't escape. With a cruel laugh Dupree pushed one of the blondes giant exposed tits inward pointing its peak upwards then upended the first tin jamming it over the prominent nipple and areolas. Nothing seemed to happen for a few seconds and Jenny calmed down hardly daring to breathe until Dupree rasped 'No one knees Jaco Dupree in the nuptials you bitch' and taking out his knife banged the blade on the bottom of the tin.

Inside the tin the dozen or so Fire Ants were calmly waiting for the sun to return when the tin began to violently reverberate like the inside of a giant bell. The noise and vibrations sent them mad and they instinctively attacked anything they could. The metal of the tin was immune but there was this soft tender area. Jenny yelped as the first ant stung her. The stinger of the tiny creature was only small so the piercing of the skin was just a tiny pin prick. It was the injection of the ant’s venom that caused her to cry out. More and more of the maddened ants stung the blonde’s super sensitive areolas and nipple injecting more and more poison into her breast. She began to wail and struggle as the acid like venom burnt inside her tit causing the flesh to swell. The men simply laughed at her agony as she writhed and moaned.

Dupree waited a minute then lifted the tin. Jenny's tit was covered by a dozen ants each one still industriously stinging their target even though they'd long exhausted their supply of venom. He brushed them off and stamped on them. On the ground Jenny moaned piteously while Jaco nodded content that his pain was now being visited on the blonde. The most sensitive peak of her tit was inflamed and hugely bloated. Her flesh appeared red and tender and she shivered as he gently touched his finger to her swollen nipple. Jenny's tits were known for being puffy when aroused but her nipple and areolas were both at least three times bigger than they'd ever been before.

Jenny felt him seize her other tit. 'You bastard motherfucker. I'll get you for this' she spat at him.

Jaco smirked, gripped her soft tit even harder and with a cry slammed the second tin down on the blonde’s breast. He banged it hard and fast with his knife and whooped as Jenny screamed. The ant’s pumped acid like venom into her tit until they’d exhausted themselves. Jaco removed the tin and stared down at his handiwork.

Jenny's tits appeared deformed almost mutated. Each peak was fire engine red, bloated, enflamed and screaming with searing agony. Jenny trembled and moaned as the pain seeped through her giant fleshy breasts.

'Now for the Coupe de Grace' snarled Dupree. 'Let this be a lesson to you little miss secret agent. Hold her steady boys.' Paxon pressed down on her legs while Tevez gripped her by the throat. Her hands cuffed behind her back forced her chest upwards making her tits into the perfect targets. Dupree slid his thick leather belt from his trouser belt loops wrapped tightly it round his fist leaving eighteen inches loose then raising his arm brought the belt down as hard as he could right across both of Jenny’s tits. The pain exploded in the peaks of both her breasts. The agony and shock was so great she couldn't even cry out. Her body convulsed and stiffened. Her teeth ground together as Dupree raised the belt again. Laughing like a maniac he slashed down. The leather bit deep into the blondes quivering tits making them shudder under the power of the lashing. Again and again the belt slashed down turning Jenny’s beautiful spherical breasts from caramel pillows of delight into striped balls of fire.

Dupree was out of his mind and showed no signs of stopping. He laughed like a maniac whipping his leather belt down on Jenny's red stripped tortured tits. Suddenly Tevez, scared he might kill their prize, leapt up grabbing him in a bear hug only releasing his hold when he calmed down from his hysteria.

Jaco stood over the superb body of the blonde his chest heaving from the effort of whipping her. Jenny lay unconscious. Luckily she'd only felt the first six lashes before she'd passed out.

'OK boys, she's all yours' said Dupree callously. Tevez and Paxon whooped and dragged the senseless body of the blonde over to a fallen tree trunk. Hauling her skin tight shorts down they threw her face down across the log. Paxon decided that he preferred his victims to be awake when he raped them but Tevez had no such compunction. He threw himself across the unconscious blonde jamming his cock into her cunt and pistoning into her inanimate form. He was just finishing filling her pussy with his thick semen when she started to stir. Paxon wasted no time and took his place.

Jenny moaned still dazed. 'You filthy swine' she murmured as he penetrated her and began thrusting in and out of her hot wet vagina. Being fucked like this wouldn't normally have been the worst experience she'd ever endured but her swollen tits were being rubbed against the rough tree bark she was draped over filling her breasts with searing pain. Paxon cared not one bit for her discomfort and kept rocking her body gripping her hips and slamming his cock deep inside her soft velvety pussy.

'Man, she's the best' he gloated thrusting harder in to her quivering body. 'Soft, warm and a great ass as well.'

In short order a second load of cum was deposited into the leather bound blondes hot cunt then taking turns they fucked her long into the night. The buxom agent suffered their abuse as they laughed and high fived each other as they used her increasingly sloppy vagina to sate there depraved lust.

Neither man might have been so happy if they'd realised a pair of dark eyes watched them from the depths of the jungle undergrowth.

It was later in the dead of night that Jenny lay under the canopy of stars. A rope had been attached to the leather harness binding her wrists. The other end was tied round the tree trunk so if she wanted to escape it would have been with tiny six inch steps and dragging a thousand pound log.

Her cunt was sore from the fucking they'd given her but it was her tits that were causing her the most discomfort and stopping her from falling asleep. Both of her huge breasts were still reddened and swollen and burning with agony from the Fire Ant venom injected into them. Suddenly she froze. The stars gave only a minimal amount of light so the entire campsite was in almost total darkness. Even the dying embers of the fire provided almost no light meaning that looking round she couldn't see what it was that had made the low noise. It sounded like a sniffle or a scuffing as if something large was making its way towards her guided by smell alone. She went cold with fear.

Again the sniffing sound and this time she zeroed in on a direction. Was that a black mound almost invisible in the blackness of the night? Had it just moved forwards? Jenny shivered. Would shouting scare it away or provoke a biting slashing clawing attack? She trembled with abject terror.

Her whole body convulsed as something grabbed her by the throat. She struggled to break the grip expecting that any second huge talons would rip out her throat in a welter of bone and blood and sinew.

'Steady girl' whispered Paxon holding her until she calmed down.

Jenny had never felt so relieved. If her arms hadn't been secured behind her she'd have hugged him even if he had been raping her only a few hours earlier. She stared back out at the camp but the black mound had disappeared as if it had never been there. Then the reason for the man’s presence became apparent as he opened his trousers.

Paxon chuckled. He'd woken and decided he wanted more of the bound blonde’s favours.

Jenny felt his cock press against her lips. She could have resisted but to be honest she was so relieved she submitted to his demand and opened her mouth wide. With a sigh of sheer pleasure Paxon slid his cock between her soft full lips and deep into her warm wet mouth. Slowly he slid his shaft in and out in heaven as the blonde appeared to be cooperating by using her tongue to stimulate his glands. In truth Jenny just wanted him to finish as quickly as possible so she used her considerable cock-sucking skills to the full. It still took her twenty minutes because Paxon had already cum four times when fucking her over the tree trunk. He finally grunted and ejaculated covering her tongue with semen. Then he left her staring uneasily out into the darkness listening for any repeat of the movement or sniffling sounds.

Chapter Three - Animal Instincts.

The mercenaries were awake early the next morning ready to start the three day journey back to the Capitol and the promise of much gold for delivering the blonde secret agent back into the hands of King Abelola.

Jaco Dupree was becoming impatient. The trek would be hard enough with the heat and the jungle conditions but now they had to drag an unwilling captive along with them. He was in no doubt that she'd slow them down whether deliberately or not but they couldn't risk freeing her from the leather restraints keeping her under their control. 'Come on Tevez, get a move on' he shouted.

Tevez had woken with a fully engorged morning woody so he'd taken the opportunity to try out the blondes oral skills that Paxon had been raving about. Jenny was on her knees, her shorts still bunched around her knees and her tits hanging out of her top with Tevez standing before her. His hand on the back of her head kept her bobbing forward and back so his cock slid smoothly into her sucking mouth. Jenny had resigned herself to the sexual abuse she was going to receive so she decided all she could do was get the guy off as quickly as possible by using all the tricks she'd learned when pleasing her boyfriends and the numerous villains who'd captured and used her in the past.

'Tevez' warned Dupree ominously.

He'd have kept the blonde at it all day if he could. Her mouth was pure magic the finest blowjob he'd ever experienced. Her tongue seemed to have a life of its own wrapping itself round his helmet stimulating his glands. Her full soft pink lips were clamped around his shaft sealing it inside her moist cavern and she sucked hard enough to threaten drawing his intestines out through his cock. But Tevez had no choice. Dupree wouldn't wait so he gripped the blonde’s hair and doubled his thrust rate fucking her face harder and harder. Her helpless moans encouraged his orgasm to reach its peak and he spewed his hot semen over her tongue filling her mouth.

Tevez gave the buxom blonde no time for self-pity. He dragged her to her feet then extended the rope between her ankles giving her a reasonable stride length but not enough to allow her to run. Next he tied two longer ropes to the leather collar round her neck. One was tied to his belt the other to Dupree's and they set off with Paxon in the lead.

Progress was slow. Every obstacle like fallen trees or streams meant the blonde needed help to traverse it. Tevez didn't mind because it generally gave him the opportunity to fondle her tits as he boosted her over then sent her on her way with a stinging slap on her ass. All three men were experienced jungle travellers but even they failed to spot the watching eyes that tracked their stilted progress through the never ending green undergrowth.

The group stopped during the mid-day heat in a small clearing. Dupree decided that some entertainment was required. 'Dance blondie' he ordered.

Jenny was tired and sweaty from their trek and so simple stared back at him defiantly. It was a mistake because Dupree didn't take insolence, dumb or otherwise well. 'Hold her boys' he instructed.

With Tevez and Paxon holding her struggling body upright Dupree undid her shorts and yanked them down to her knees. He sat down on a tree stump and pointed to his lap. Swearing and writhing Jenny was helpless to stop the men draping her over Dupree’s knees. They held her steady as his hand rested on her plump ass cheeks gently stroking and squeezing her soft flesh.

'You bastard Dupree' she screamed at him wriggling desperately which only had the effect of drawing a sneering laugh from him.

He raised his hand and brought it down in a sharp spank on her plump ass. He heard her gasp and watched intrigued as her flesh rippled under the blow. She swore blue murder as he stroked her butt cheeks. Tevez and Paxon smiled broadly holding Jenny in her compromising position. 'Thwap.' A second blow landed drawing another gasp. 'Thwap.' The third spank stopped her swearing as the pain seeped through her ass. 'Thwap, thwap, thwap.' Dupree warmed to his task as his hand warmed the blonde’s ass.

Jenny struggled not only because of the pain in her butt cheeks but just as much from the humiliation of being spanked like the local priest had used to do to her. Even though the other girls confessed to impure thoughts he'd said hers were especially sinful. He said between stinging strokes that her voluptuous body was a temptation to men and that every Sunday it was his duty to beat the sin out of her. Why she had to be naked while he did it he never explained. Nor why he was naked either. He demonstrated just how sinful her body was by roughly massaging her breasts until his cock became erect thus proving his point. This was his justification he said when he made her use her young mouth to suck out the impure thoughts she'd been responsible for from his cock in a great cascade of milky semen.

'No, please, stop I'll do it, I'll dance for you' she begged as her ass turned pink then red. Dupree started to sweat as he laid it on hard thrashing Jenny's rippling butt cheeks until they became cherry red and hot to the touch. Slap after slap rained down on the blondes ass as she begged for mercy powerless to free herself from the men’s grasp with her hands still restrained behind her back by the leather cuffs. Dupree stopped and they allowed her to slip off his lap to fall to her knees on the ground before him. Tears streamed down her cheeks as he gripped her chin lifting her face to stare into his. 'You disobey me again and it'll be a leather strap on areas of your lovely body that are even more sensitive than your ass. Understand? Now dance bitch.'

Before allowing her to rise he gripped the bottom of her elasticated top and lifted it up and over her head exposing her giant breasts then the three men watched entranced as Jenny gyrated as best the rope round her ankles would allow. There was no music but it didn't make any difference the blonde still seemed able to hold them enthralled by her spectacular lithe and muscular body. Because of the ankle rope her movements were restricted but had there been any cobras present they'd have been just as mesmerised by the blonde’s sinuous snake like dance. Her body swayed and her tits now freed of any support moved like pendulums in perfect harmony swinging and jiggling only stopping many seconds after the rest of her body had stopped.

Although she loved dancing Jenny felt humiliated and miserable but mostly she felt mad with herself. All her defiance had gained her was an agonising ass that mimicked an aroused baboon and she was still performing like a dancing bear for the three smirking mercenaries. They broke camp but not before Paxon had given her a thorough fondling as he tucked her tits back into her top and pulled up her skin tight shorts over her throbbing tender butt cheeks.

The eyes watched intently as the strange group left the clearing.

The afternoon was no different from the morning. They made just enough noise to scare off most of the things that might have threatened them. Dodged around a rather large constrictor that could have made a meal of anyone of them in a single swallow. A couple of streams held them up until Paxon found ford points. Then he carried Jenny across while holding her tits in his large hands.

'You're welcome my lady' he smirked pretending to doff his cap when she rewarded him with a smouldering indignant look.

Jenny was becoming more and more exasperated with every passing hour. She was physically tired, her arms being restrained behind her back ached badly, Paxon fondled her tits and ass at every opportunity and now every time he held a bottle for her to drink he made sure the water cascaded down over her breasts making her nipples poke lewdly through the material. Finally Dupree called a halt and they set up camp again. They started a fire, cooked a rudimentary meal, (more beans) and replenished their water. Jenny slumped down exhausted and found herself once again secured to a tree near the edge of the camp. Sometime later she heard Tevez and Paxon talking.

The smaller tattooed Tevez was saying 'Hey. You remember what we did with that girl in Caracas?'

'Yer' slurred Paxon showing some interest 'you took 100 off me.'

Tevez nodded at the bondaged blonde. 'How'd yer like to get your money back?'

Paxon's smile was pure evil as he nodded agreement. Jenny watched them approach realising it meant nothing good for her. The men grabbed her releasing her from the tree and dragged her to a flat grassy spot. Even bound and deathly tired Jenny struggled using her feet to kick out at them. Suddenly Paxon snatched his hand back. He'd been foolish enough to get within range of the blondes snapping teeth and she'd made a spirited attempt to amputate his finger. Growling he took a ring gag from his pack and while Tevez held her with his arm round her neck tried to jam it into her mouth but she wriggled and struggled grinding her teeth together hard. Paxon quickly grew tired of her defiance so drove his fist deep into her stomach. Almost retching the blonde was powerless to stop them forcing the metal ring between her teeth holding her mouth open and unable to bite.

The two men then started their perverted game. Paxon fucked her pussy while Tevez used her mouth. The winner being the first one to spill his seed into the bound blonde. Tevez won round one and Jenny was dismayed when they swapped places. Having cum once as fast as they could this time they held out for much longer using the blonde’s soft moist pussy and throat. Paxon massaged her tits while she sucked his cock. She would have bitten his cock off if it hadn't been for the ring gag. Tevez fucked her pussy with long slow strokes feeling his semen begin its journey from his balls. The mercenaries thrust harder and harder into the blonde making her body shudder and writhe until they were hammering their cocks deep inside her. Jenny could only make strangled gasps as they defiled her over and over caring nothing for her pain and distress.

It seemed that just about every male villain that had forced her into a compromising position was obsessed with her taking the full length of their cocks in her mouth usually by gripping fists full of her blonde hair and thrusting there shafts into her face. It didn't seem to matter to them whether she could breathe or not as long as they could fuck her face and defile her by humiliatingly bathing the back of her throat with their semen.

With a grunt Paxon ejaculated down her throat until she coughed and choked and tears ran down wetting her cheeks. Tevez feeling her struggle and fight forced his shaft as far as he could into her and filled her cunt with another load of hot semen.

They ended their sick and twisted game laughing and retied her to the tree leaving her lying miserably on the jungle floor. She slept fitfully, awkwardly, her body aching when her ears suddenly pricked up. Some sort of prehistoric animal instinct seemed to warn her of danger. She froze. What had alerted her? Then it came again. A quiet snuffle. Something was smelling the air. Testing, checking, hunting.

Jenny's body began to tremble with fear. The night was pitch black and the softly glowing embers of the campfire were so far away they provided no light for her to see. Something moved making a quiet scuffling noise. Jenny tried to back away but the tree she was tied to remained steadfast and unmoving. Panic seized her freezing her tongue. Where was Paxon? A black shape on the black background seemed to be emerging from the jungle moving in her direction before stopping sniffing and moving again. Her chest grew tight. Where was a South African mercenary rapist when you needed one? She felt rather than saw the presence of the creature mere inches from her restrained body. No amount of pulling was going to free her from the tree. Her breathing slowed almost stopped as she tried to remain absolutely still and silent. Suddenly what felt like a paw touched her thigh and her heart thumped in her chest. Sharp talons pressed on her soft flesh. Another sniffle sounded. The creature smelled its prey. Any moment now and it would strike rending her flesh with tooth and claw. Jenny felt her brain go fuzzy. A long prehensile tongue slavered over her thigh tasting her flesh. The talons tightened. In unspeakable terror Jenny seized and blacked out.

Some hours later the blonde British agent stirred. Realising she was still alive she lay as still as possible listening in the quiet darkness. She looked upward noticing that for some unknown reason the stars had disappeared. She heard breathing. She wasn't alone. There was someone or something else close by. Realising she was no longer tied to the tree she was unable to stop herself from trying to scrabble away from the creature. Her movement alerted whatever it was and in an instant it was on her. In the blackness she felt the hairy body against her back and the clawed paws at her waist. She froze.

Slowly the paws roamed over her body. It smelt appalling. Rotting vegetation assailed her nostrils. Suddenly the claws tightened on her hips and forcibly turned her body until she was on her knees with her head flat on the dirt floor. She might have been free of the tree but her arms were still cuffed by the leather straps behind her back. Strong limbs held her in place. The creature sniffed her butt. Trembling with fear she stiffened when a tongue licked her upturned ass. She nearly vomited as the tongue slowly licked again stroking over her pussy.

Time and again the tongue slavered over her pussy tasting her musky skin. In spite or maybe because of her terror Jenny felt her pussy become aroused. The tongue burrowed inside her moist tunnel seeking out her juices becoming more urgent in its delving, wriggling maddeningly. Suddenly the creature threw its limbs around the prone blonde. She felt her heart miss a beat. Was it lunch time? Shocked into immobility she was powerless to fight the beast then her shock doubled.

Jenny felt the familiar sensation of an appendage penetrating her engorged pussy. A hard shaft of flesh spread her vaginal lips and surged inside her. Her sexual allure seemed to have gotten through to the creature and it was treating her as a mate rather than a meal. It threw its weight across her back its hairy body covering hers and thrust harder rutting into her like the animal it was.

The shaft penetrated deep inside her. Despite her disgust at copulating with a beast she felt relief at not being its next snack and her arousal grew. The beast grunted its talons gripping her flesh as its rutting quickened. Jenny felt revulsion as her body responded to the mating creature. Dismayed and disgusted in equal measure she felt her own orgasm approaching.

The beast grunted loudly one final time and spewed its seed into the blondes bound body. Jenny felt the unusual mixture of repugnance and relief when with loin clenching intensity she orgasmed then together they fell over to lie side by side on the ground.

Sometime later the sun began to rise. Jenny opened her eyes sleepily. The beast seemed to have enjoyed their first encounter and had returned to fuck her a second time. Now she began to make out details of her location. She found she was lying on the dirt floor of a cave which explained why the stars had gone out. The creature was nothing but a black hairy mound a little way off. Jenny began thinking of trying to get away. She'd no idea where she could go she just wanted to escape the beast.

Suddenly the creature stirred and to Jenny's astonishment stood up on its hind legs. The black hairy skin fell away and in the gloom Jenny realised that the apparition before her wasn't a beast. It was a man.

If this had been Hollywood the figure would have been a six foot Adonis with broad shoulders, a sculptured musculature, perfect white teeth, blue eyes and long flowing and above all clean blonde hair. All of this while being raised from a baby by chimpanzees. But this wasn't the movies so this Tarzan was under five feet, bent and contorted from broken bones badly set and badly healed. Its skin was like filthy wrinkled leather its hair black and matted with dirt. The sharp pricks Jenny had felt on her skin that in the dark she'd thought of as talons or claws were in fact just over long badly broken finger nails and its teeth were green and putrid.

The other major difference was that the Johnny Weissmuller Ape-man wore a leather loin cloth and suspiciously modern underpants covering his modesty. This filthy ape-man, like chimps, wore nothing revealing his dangling manhood for all to see.

The Ape-man stared at her with small dark frightened eyes then slowly hesitatingly approached. He lay down beside her. Jenny thought she might be about to be ravished again but in the gloom the man had recognised an older female figure. He wrapped his arms round her torso and lowered his mouth to her breast. Taking her nipple into his mouth he began to suckle. All Jenny could do was let him continue until he eventually realised that no milk was going to come.

He poked her tit a couple of times frustrated that no lactic fluid flowed from the giant boobs of the female then retreated to the back of the cave muttering to itself. Jenny felt energised. Not just because the peaks of both of her tits were red and erect from the sucking but because she genuinely felt out of danger for the first time in three days. She decided she must make a connection with the gruesome ape-man even try to become the top dog in their little tribe.

It occurred to her that he'd managed to untie her from the tree so he could presumably work out how to open the buckles holding her wrists. She stood up as tall as she could towering over him and staring hard into his eyes. She kept staring him down until finally he looked away cowed then she turned her back and waggled her arms.

He looked confused until Jenny shouted at him and vigorously wrenched her arms as if trying to free herself. He watched her antics for some time then seemed to understand. She felt him pulling at the leather cuffs then suddenly one wrist was free. Her arm dropped to her side screaming with pain from being restrained for so long. Her other arm came free just as painfully. Jenny dropped to her knees sobbing and fell forward.

Tarzan junior took this as a signal and his just reward and leapt on Jenny sinking his cock into her pussy again. Jenny's arms were useless being wracked with pain as the blood flowed back into her tortured muscles so she could only bare his assault on her loins. He managed to last longer than on previous bouts of sex with the blonde fucking her with slow strong strokes. He'd watched entranced as the men had used her when they camped and he mimicked what they done to her. Finally the wretched savage discharged his semen into Jenny's warm vagina.

She lay on the dirt massaging the feeling back into her arms. Eventually she felt like she was back to normal so quickly she unbuckled the remaining straps and threw away the hated halter. Her shorts were still round her ankles so she pulled them up, removed the rope from her ankles and pulled her top down covering her tits. Tarzan, for what else was she going to call him, watched fascinated as she covered herself then she moved to the cave mouth and carefully looked out. Dupree and his men weren't going to let her escape so easily she thought. They'd be frantically be searching, looking for tracks or any other clues as to where she'd gone. Stay concealed in the cave she thought returning inside. She imitated eating and drinking to the ape-man and she was surprised when he produced a clay pot. Jenny drank deeply grateful it contained fresh clear water. Food turned out to be some dried leaves, nuts and berries. She ate sparingly just in case.

Together they spent the day and the next night in the cave. Jenny had decided that the men would have moved on probably waiting near the capitol expecting her to run right into a prepared trap. She determined that she had to return to civilisation so she'd just have to be careful and try to outsmart them.

The next morning Jenny followed by Tarzan left the cave and eventually found the clearing where they'd camped last. She'd been right. They'd already left heading back. There was nothing worth taking so Jenny sighed deeply and set off in the direction they'd been taking her. Tarzan followed like an obedient dog. Some hours later he touched Jenny's arm. He seemed agitated and wanted her to turn back. Jenny stared around trying to spot any danger when there came a swishing sound. Tarzan yelped and fell flat on his face. Jenny knelt at his side touching his neck. He was dead. From the jungle at least a dozen tiny men emerged each holding a drawn bow. The tip of each arrow glistened with a poison. Jenny froze. The lethal potency of the poison obvious because Tarzan had been dead before he'd hit the ground.

Every man who surrounded the blonde was under four foot tall. 'Pygmy’s' she thought. (No shit Sherlock. Ed) Also she noted the tattoos each sported. They all had a fang baring snake head on their face or torso. One of them in front of her smiled exposing a row of sharpened teeth. The intriguing sight held her attention which was why see failed to see the club that hit the back of her head knocking her unconscious.

Chapter Four - The Little People.

Jenny Richards sighed. 'Why was it' she thought 'that every time she met someone new they invariably ended up tying, cuffing, shackling or binding her and never in a good way?'

Her wrists were tied, her ankles were tied and she hung from a sturdy pole hefted on the shoulders of two stocky if short native tribesmen. From her inverted position she could see the dozen or so pygmy’s that made up the hunting party that had attacked them. Two of them were carrying the body of Tarzan. Jenny felt a stab of guilt in her gut. Poor Tarzan. He'd obviously survived the dangers and rigours of the jungle but within a day of trying to help her he'd ended up dead.

Within an hour the band reached a large clearing with their prizes. Jenny was released from the pole but not to be freed as she hoped. Instead her ankles were secured to a stake driven into the ground in the exact centre of the village. When they left her she stared about at her surroundings. There were probably thirty mud huts made of wooden frames covered by a wattle and daub like substance, from the smell probably animal dung mixed with straw. Animals she could see were limited to a few pigs and goats in corrals.

Jenny was beginning to become concerned. The natives were obviously both capable of and unconcerned by killing interlopers to their territory but that wasn't the whole reason. Her gaze swept round and finally settled on three poles at the edge of the clearing. Nothing unusual in that except that at the top of each pole was the surprised and very much severed heads of Jaco Dupree, Tevez and Paxon. Unlike with Tarzan Jenny felt absolutely no sympathy for the men. To the side a large pot bubbled as a female native stirred it with a wooden paddle. Then she bent down and picked up what looked like a side of beef.

Jenny gasped. The side of beef was actually a human thigh. She felt her loins turn to water as the realisation hit her. The tribe of pygmy’s were in fact cannibals.

A little later a group of tribesmen untied the buxom blonde agent and with much shouting and cajoling mostly with spear points herded her into a small mud hut. Once the door was slammed she looked round. Shocked she stiffened. In the gloom she made out the body of Tarzan and the remains of Dupree and his men. It occurred to Jenny that she'd been locked in the Larder.

She slept fitfully painfully aware of her likely fate. They were probably out there now deciding whether they wanted light meat or dark or even more likely breast or thigh. She was probably the most toothsome morsel they'd ever trapped and captured and the fact she was still alive meant that when they did decide to eat her she'd at least be fresh.

About mid-day they came for her. In the centre of the clearing now ringed with what must have been the entire tribe two large chairs, well large for pygmies, had been placed before a foot high wooden platform. Jenny was forced to mount the plinth and two guards with spears stood at her sides their heads only coming up to the same level as her tits. From the largest hut in the village emerged two figures richly covered by furs and baubles. They sat on the what Jenny now realised were thrones and stared at her. She looked from one to the other and realised that one was male and the other female but she'd be buggered if she could tell which was which. Both had jet black skin and tough sturdy bodies but the characteristics that would differentiate between western males and females didn't seem to apply here. Both were the same size and body shape. Neither wore makeup and both were similarly adorned with jangling necklaces and bracelets. Both also wore a bejewelled snakehead crown.

They were joined by a third tribesman. This figure was obviously older being thin, sinewy and wrinkled but equally covered in fur and metal and bone adornment plus the obligatory snake tattoos. He carried a staff covered with crude carvings and tied with feathers. He started off giving a speech usually to the King and Queen but also for the benefit of the crowd in which he pointed at the blonde time and again. Jenny understood not a single word of the pygmy language but it seemed obvious that the witchdoctor was advocating her being the main course at the next banquet.

When he finished the royal couple looked at Jenny with interest. Then one of them gave a barked order. The guards moved their spears until the razor sharp points were nearly piercing the blonde’s neck. A third approached and mimicked removing clothing. Jenny realised what was being demanded and shook her head vigorously. The spear points gently touched her throat and she quickly remembered just how indifferent these little people were to human rights.

She had little choice. Slowly she drew the elasticated top over her head exposing her amazing upper body. The guard shouted and pointed pointedly at her shorts and with a resigned sigh she slid them down her legs and off.

The royal couple studied the blonde’s astonishingly pneumatic muscular body. Jenny suddenly realised the one on the left was the male because his mouth with its frightening array of sharpened teeth was split in a wide grin. It could have been anywhere from the arctic to the tropics or Mars for that matter it wouldn't have made a difference. Jenny's pulchritudinous feminine body would awaken and stimulate the masculinity of any male whatever species at the most basic genetic level.

She could also recognise the other royal as female because she was scowling with knuckles white and fists clenched tightly.

Jenny watched as the two started arguing. It seemed obvious the Queen was all for adding 'Fricassee a la Jenny' to the menu while the King wanted to eat her in a completely different way. Although the King held the casting vote as it were he was equally aware of the universal saying 'Happy wife, happy life' so he desperately sort a compromise.

Finally he made his decision and rose to give his proclamation. Jenny had no idea what it was he said but the crowd gasped then cheered. She'd not have been any happier if she had understood the words 'Trial by Ordeal.'

Chapter Five - The Ordeals of Jenny.

Within seconds of the Kings pronouncement a dozen pygmy warriors tackled the naked blonde bombshell to the ground and despite her struggles soon had her tied spread-eagle on the plinth. Then the men left her tugging and testing the bindings at her wrists and ankles. There wasn't an inch of give in any of them. Why was it she thought did everybody she met from gangsters to spies to tiny black pygmies seem to be expert at tying really good knots?

The sun beat down on the blonde’s fabulous athletic body adding a little more tint to her already caramel coloured skin when she spotted a dozen of the village women approaching her. Apprehension flooded through her. Men she thought would touch and molest her. She could cope with that but women, well they could be real bitches if they saw her as any sort of rival. All of her adult life she'd been used to women either loving or hating her. Mega-titted, blonde and beautiful meant there didn't seem to be a middle way so they were either plotting to get her in to bed or in to trouble and this lot definitely spelled trouble.

They gathered round her restrained body placing various clay pots on the ground chattering incessantly while prodding and poking the blonde’s body. Jenny wriggled as they tugged at her blonde pubic bush. Some paid particular attention to her giant perky breasts. No woman in the village had breasts of such size and they fascinated the women. The British agent yelped as they tweaked her nipples and slapped her tits so they rippled and sloshed across her chest.

Then the woman who was obviously the alpha called a halt to the tomfoolery. They had a task to perform. She took out two short lengths of thin rope and nodded to two of the other women. They stood beside Jenny’s torso then reached down and each gripping a fist full of the blondes breasts stood up until the blondes shoulders was hoisted free of the plinth by her agonisingly stretched tit flesh. The alpha quickly wound the rope around the base of first one of Jenny’s abused tits pulling it tighter and tighter then repeated the mistreatment on the other one. All the while this torture was happening Jenny was crying out from the excruciating agony in her tits. The ropes were given a final vicious pull tightening the bindings as much possible.

Jenny slumped back onto the wooden platform when she was released. She looked like she had two giant round footballs glued to her chest. The women stared down at the groaning white woman pain suffusing her breasts and getting worse every second when the alpha drew back her hand and swung as hard as she could slapping the blondes bouncing tits until they turned red. Jenny writhed and cried out trying unsuccessfully to dodge the flying slaps.

Finally the alpha relented satisfied with the pain she'd caused the captive white woman. With an abrupt order the women settled down surrounding the roped blonde and began preparing for the next stage of her ordeal. The alpha carefully selected a two inch sliver of wood then dipped it into the liquid contents of one of the pots. She studied Jenny's spherical breast with its skin stretched taught. Selecting a spot she placed the needle sharp wooden sliver then tapped the end with a small stone. Jenny yelped and jerked as the ink covered point of the needle penetrated her soft tender flesh. The sharp wood was re-positioned and tapped again. Then again and again.

The rest of the women joined in until Jenny's body became a sea of pain being pierced by wooden needles dipped in varying coloured inks. The ritual tattooing went on through the day. The women soon became tired of the blondes crying and begging so stuffed a rag in her mouth and tied another round her head holding it in place. All through the day Jenny writhed in the agony of thousands and thousands of pin pricks tormenting the front of her body until eventually they reached the final finishing touch.

Jenny’s breasts had been completely covered so they looked like two giant eyes. Her torso showed the multi-coloured coils of a writhing snake heading downward ending at her pubis. They'd shaved off her blonde pubic hair and tattooed the head of the snake on her mons with a thin tongue protruding out. It looked as if the snake was tasting her pussy. There was just the last half inch to do.

One of the women used her fingers to pry open Jenny's moist vagina exposing her clitoris. She felt her pussy lips being spread and looked down between her globular breasts with wide frightened eyes. The alpha woman positioned her wooden sliver on the blonde’s clit and with a cruel smirk drove it home. Jenny's muffled scream was heard all the way across the village as the most sensitive part of her body was deeply pierced. After a couple of dozen more slivers had stabbed her throbbing clit she stiffened and feinted dead away.

It had taken six hours to finish the full tattoo. They cleaned the unconscious blonde’s body of excess ink and the blood that had inevitably flowed from the thousands of tiny pin pricks then placed her back in the 'Larder'.

The next morning six tiny tribesmen dragged Jenny from the mud hut back into the clearing. She stared about her still feeling uncomfortable from the tattoo applied to her body the previous day. She noticed that the women were mostly absent and those she could see were busy cooking or cleaning. The men on the other hand who she assumed would be away hunting were gathered near staring at her in anticipation.

At the centre of the clearing there stood a stylised animal. Built of sturdy wood it was covered with fur and the beasts face was a carved dogs head. Jenny was forced face down along the creatures back and her wrists and ankles secured to the four legs. The fur was quite comfortable and if they'd left her alone she'd probably have fallen asleep but she soon realised that was wishful thinking. The King appeared and standing by Jenny's head gave a grandiose speech to the assembled men which if Jenny had understood she would have heard words like 'white witch' and 'interloper' not to mention 'ordeal', 'violation', 'ravish' and strangely 'purification'.

Whatever was to happen it appeared the King intended to take the lead. Never let it be said that the he would send his men into those dark deep moist places where he wasn't prepared to go himself. With a flourish he removed his regal robe. Jenny stared amazed at what was revealed right before her eyes. Even though the King was like all of the men only four feet tall he could well have been nick named 'Tripod'. His cock hung down nearly to his knees and was probably the reason they'd made him King in the first place.

He pumped his organ until it was semi-hard then pressed it against the bound blonde’s lips. Jenny resisted the inevitable even though her mouth had, like Pavlov's dogs, watered with saliva at the sight of the Kings truly majestic cock. Her resistance crumbled though as she stared at close range at the long black shaft with its plump helmet. Her moist pink tongue licked her lips and they parted. The King slid his cock in to the blonde’s willing mouth.

Jenny's eyes closed in ecstasy as she sucked on the monster back penis tasting the musky flavour and savouring the soft silky texture of the purple head and the vein covered shaft. Slowly the King, who took his royal duties very seriously particularly in the current circumstances, slid his cock back and forth luxuriating in the feeling as the blonde used all of her oral skills on his manhood.

Every one of the watching black warriors looked on envious of their King but each knew that even in pygmy society the saying 'Rank has its privileges' applied. Many were already semi erect at the thought that soon it would be them standing before the blonde witch.

Jenny felt the King begin to thrust harder forcing his cock deeper into her mouth until the plump head touched the back of her throat. She supressed her gag reflex as she had so often in the past and accepted his cock as he thrust all the way inside her. Her lips clamped hard on his ridged shaft and she sucked like a run-a-way vacuum trying to draw the life out of him.

With a groan the King came discharging his cum over the blondes tongue filling her mouth with thick creamy pygmy goodness. The warriors cheered as he stood back his fists raised as if he'd just won a coconut at the fair.

The King moved away then for a few seconds there was silence. Suddenly every tribesman rushed forward eager to be next to 'purify' the bound blonde. Vicious fights broke out until by dint of being the biggest meanest bastard in the village the first warrior stepped up behind her. With her legs spread wide and bound securely to the sturdy wooden 'dog' Jenny was helpless. She felt the head of his cock rubbing against her already moist pussy then she moaned as he pressed forward impaling her on his cock. Her body began to rock as he fucked her gripping her hips hard.

Meanwhile the next in line decided he couldn't wait his turn so he presented his cock to Jenny's lips. The blonde’s mouth was open as she groaned from the rough fucking she was being subjected to so the warriors cock slipped into her already used mouth. Then the two men 'roasted' the blonde fucking her mouth and cunt simultaneously.

As each warrior 'finished' giving the writhing blonde a damn good purifying his place was taken by the next warrior in line so Jenny had two cocks inside her for just about all of the time. The tribesman fucking her cunt grunted and filled her with his seed. The man who took his place had already decided he wasn't going to settle for sloppy seconds so he stood on tip toe and jammed his cock into the blonde’s ass.

Jenny nearly choked on the black shaft in her mouth as her ass was spread by the hard cock but she soon got over the shock and quickly got into a rhythm sucking and ass fucking which kicked off her first orgasm. Her body stiffened then shuddered as an explosion of exquisite pleasure suffused her loins.

Her ordeal lasted hours. There were over fifty tribesmen waiting to sample the blonde’s charms and most of them stayed for seconds and some went for the hat trick of mouth, ass and pussy. None of them knew however that the so called ordeal was anything but for the blonde agent. Jenny was shy and naive when it came to sex even though she tended unknowingly to exude sexual attraction wearing low cut summer dresses. That was until she became aroused. Once past a certain point she became, like Dr. Jekyll turning into Mr. Hyde a voracious sex obsessed nymphomaniac who would submit to any sexual practice using any orifice as many times as her current partner could manage so the multiple rapes by the pygmies that would have devastated most women had done little more than provide Jenny with a day’s entertainment and no doubt a good night’s sleep. Of course most of the tiny tribesmen unlike the King had cocks in proportion to their size.

The Pygmy tribesmen lay dozing where they'd fallen while Jenny, a deeply satisfied smile playing about her lips snoozed on the furry back of the 'dog' until a group of women came and with disgusted stares at the men threw her none to gently back in the 'Larder'.

Chapter Five - The Royal Rumble.

They came for her in the morning razor sharp spears goading her back to the centre of the village. Her clothes hadn't been returned so she was still naked apart from her boots and multi-coloured tattooed body. Waiting expectantly appeared to be the entire pygmy nation. They seemed agitated, on edge, excited, obviously ready for a spectacular show and all being well a tasty meal of blonde agent afterwards.

Jenny was herded into a circle of half a dozen tiny black tribeswomen each staring aggressively at her with wide smiles displaying rows of sharpened teeth. Although they were all over a foot shorter than Jenny they all had short stocky strong looking bodies. Each woman like Jenny had various tattoos all with a snake motif. It appeared this was to be the final ordeal, a fight to the end that would probably finish in the cooking pot.

At a signal the first and smallest women stepped forward to confront the buxom blonde. Jenny felt her confidence grow as it seemed she would only have to face one pygmy at a time and not all six. She was experienced at hand to hand combat usually against opponents bigger than herself so she felt this tiny woman wouldn't prove to be too much of a problem.

She was wrong. The woman was small but lightning fast. Time and again Jenny reached for her only for her to dart away laughing causing the blonde to grapple with thin air. On one occasion Jenny thought she had her but the woman wriggled free and holding Jenny’s wrist ducked between her legs pulling and flipping the British agent on to her back. The crowd jeered derisively when Jenny just managed to roll away as the woman attempted a vicious stamp on her exposed throat.

After a minute of fruitlessly chasing the tiny woman Jenny was taken by surprise when as quick as a flash she attacked her but instead of trying to strike her or incapacitate her the pygmy simply grabbed the blonde wrapping herself around her leg and hanging on for dear life defying all Jenny’s efforts to prize her loose.

Suddenly a second woman entered the arena. Only a fraction bigger than the first woman this one followed her lead and dived for the blondes other leg attaching herself like a limpet.

Jenny staggered around the arena with the two black women hanging on to her legs. She was beginning to worry. What if a third woman attacked now? She was thankful neither woman had thought to sink their sharpened teeth into her thighs but even so she could see a third woman preparing to enter the fight and if that happened Jenny was in deep shit being practically hobbled by the two Klingons.

In desperation the blonde staggered forward as best she could then threw herself into a forward roll. She landed on the back of her neck then straightened her back whipping the two startled women over to crash-land on their backs with a fearful thud. Both lay unconscious.

The crowd fell silent while Jenny breathed hard to recover in time for the next challenger.

She was bigger than the first two. Still only four foot tall muscular and tough looking but over confident. Jenny kicked her in the head knocking her unconscious. No more missy nice guy.

The next was a tad bigger, a tad meaner and a lot more circumspect. She'd seen what the blonde could do and tried to stay out of range. Jenny attempted to come to grips with her opponent but she seemed reluctant to fight at close quarters. The reason soon became obvious. Jenny had been so busy chasing that she'd forgotten that the next pygmy was due to enter the ring. Suddenly a solid body landed on her back. Muscular arms wrapped round her neck strangling her. She tried to pry the arms free which made her vulnerable to the other woman who ran forwards slamming her head hard into the blonde’s midriff knocking her down. The women grabbed the blonde by the arms holding her down flat on her back just as a third arrived. The new pygmy warrior had probably jumped the gun as it were but the crowd didn't seem to mind. With a screaming war cry the woman leapt high and slammed her elbow hard into the blonde’s stomach.

Jenny nearly vomited as the wind was driven from her. She convulsed and as the other two released her arms she curled up into a ball around her pain. Then the beating began. Fists and feet rained down on her body pummelling her. She did what she could to protect her head but she couldn't stop the women stamping, kicking and punching her ribs, kidneys, thighs and buttocks. They tried to get at her breasts, always a favourite target for women, but Jenny curled up tightly denying them the pleasure so they just turned her over and started on the other side of her body. Another pygmy woman joined the party and she delivered a good dozen of blows herself.

Strangely as she lay there it occurred to Jenny that they weren't beating her as much as tenderising her.

Suddenly the beating stopped and the attackers stepped back. The cheering crowd quietened. On the ground the British agent waited expecting a new assault to begin. She could already feel the bruises forming on her body. After a minute she relaxed and warily opened her eyes. The four women were stood waiting patiently. Slowly Jenny uncurled and with a groan struggled to stand upright.

Unseen by the blonde the watching Queen gave a small signal. Two of the pygmy behind Jenny attacked. Each grabbed one of the blonde’s legs and tipped her forward to crash tits first back to the hard ground. Then facing down her body they seized a limb each between their legs tucked an ankle under their arms and heaved backwards putting all their weight on the blondes legs and bending her back in a 'double Boston crab'.

Jenny felt her muscles and sinews scream under the pressure of the twin’s weight. The pygmy women rocked backwards adding even more strain on her back and making a spirited attempt to break the groaning blonde in two. The stress built and Jenny realised she had to do something before they succeeded or crippled her. Desperately she worked her hands under her shoulders and gathering her strength pushed upward. The black women felt their victim moving so pulled even harder on her trapped legs. With a burst of energy Jenny straightened her back flipping both women forward head over heels to thud flat on their backs knocking the air from their lungs. Free the busty blonde rolled and lay on her back feeling her back muscles screaming in pain.

The Queen gave her no time to get over her hurt. This was meant as torture and she intended the blonde witch to suffer before they dined on her flesh. The other two pygmy’s attacked. Taking advantage of the blonde’s position they jumped high and in unison landed a double elbow drop on her exposed belly. Jenny gasped as pain exploded in her stomach but they gave her no time to recover. Each grabbed one of the blonde’s arms and rolled her on to her front then twisting her arms bent them upwards in a full strapedo. One woman stood on Jenny’s back and holding her trapped wrists pushed hard while the other stood at her head and pulled. To the blonde it felt like her shoulders were being ripped apart from the pressure. She screamed but it only seemed to encourage the pygmy’s. They applied their entire weight to ripping Jenny's arms out by the roots while the crowd cheered and the Queen, lust in her eyes, looked on approvingly.

They pushed and pulled tormenting the moaning blonde expecting at any minute to hear her shoulder muscles cracking when Jenny rolled her ass to left and right tipping the pygmy off her back. This allowed her to roll to the side. Her wrists came free and the other woman suddenly lost her grip and tipped backwards. Jenny lay on the ground feeling nothing but the agony in her shoulders.

There was no respite. The first two pygmy women had recovered and moved in. Jenny was turned on her front again. She ached so much she was powerless to prevent the biggest of the black women place her feet on the back of her knees. Then her legs were bent and her ankles trapped between the woman’s thighs. Jenny groaned when her arms were pulled back again for the woman standing on her legs to grab on too.

The pygmy rocked backwards and with her partner helping by tugging on Jenny's hair rolled on to her back hoisting the blonde into a perfect 'Surfboard'.

Jenny was beginning to suspect these women had been watching WWE on the television.

The mega-titted blonde could only groan helplessly. Her shoulders were on fire and the hold put even more strain on her aching back. The three pygmy’s started in on her defenceless body leaping high to land thudding elbows or fists on her exposed belly. Each was hard enough to hurt while not enough to burst her internal organs. The Queen had decreed she should suffer before the final 'Coupe de Grace.'

Unfortunately Jenny’s breasts were now unprotected so came in for horrendous punishment. They slapped and punched the twin spheres sinking their fists into the soft pillow like mammaries using them like living punch bags.

The beating went on and on each blow drawing a cheer from the crowd. One even got a moan of sympathy when one of the women landed a punch on the blondes exposed pussy ... so she did it again and again while the trapped blonde screamed.

Eventually at a sign from the throne the four women stopped the torture then unceremoniously dropped Jenny's limp body in the dirt. They grabbed an arm or leg each and forced the blonde’s limbs apart spread-eagling her on the ground. Helpless she stared at the sky feeling the bruises and grazes on her skin from the brutal beating then the Queen entered her field of vision staring down at her with utter contempt.

In her exposed new position the blonde was utterly defenceless against the Queens obvious malice. Dropping to her knees the black monarch straddled the blonde’s stomach then she grabbed one of the blonde’s tattooed nipples and lifted the huge breast into a cone of soft pliant flesh. Jenny moaned as her already abused tit was stretched painfully. The Queen smirked then grabbed Jenny's other nipple. She stared down into the blondes tear filled blue eyes. Jenny was on the edge but gathered her resolve refusing to beg. The Queen snorted derisively and for maximum pain slowly twisted the tender tit flesh pinched hard between her fingers and thumbs.

Jenny gasped as her abused tits were released then giving the blonde a few seconds to really experience the pain the Queen swept aside her robe revealing beneath it she was naked. Slowly she scooted up the blondes restrained body until Jenny was staring up at a jet black hairy pygmy vagina. Black fingers spread the cunt lips apart revealing the inner lining was both moist with the excitement of seeing the blonde tortured and as pink as Jenny’s own womanhood. With a cry the Queen slammed her hips down plastering her cunt on the blonde’s lips. Jenny defiantly clamped her mouth shut.

The Queen screamed an order. Jenny of course didn't know the word but it was pretty obvious what the pygmy woman wanted. Still the blonde agent resisted so the Queen nodded to one of the women holding Jenny's arms. The blonde jerked as one of her fingers was bent back painfully. The Queen repeated the word quietly this time. The inference was clear. Do as she wanted or it was finger breaking time. Jenny stared up defiantly from between the woman’s black thighs. Was it worth the pain? More importantly could she hope to travel successfully through the jungle with a fist full of broken fingers? She debated with herself all the time the pain in her finger was growing. It was on the verge of breaking when Jenny relented and opened her mouth.

The Queen smirked as she felt the blondes open mouth covering her pussy. She wanted the blonde to suffer and humiliation was nearly as good as pain. She uttered another word and began to rock her hips. Jenny realising she was trapped with no way out determined to do what she usually did and end the situation as quickly as possible. It wasn't as if this was new to her.

Her moist pink tongue shot upwards impaling the Queens pussy while her lips sucked like an industrial milking machine. The black woman moaned so hard that the others would have thought she must be in pain where it not for the look of sheer ecstasy on her face. She rode the captive blonde working her increasingly juicy pussy over her face while Jenny licked with all the skill she could muster. The Queens clit grew to its full hardness so the blonde captured it and sucked and licked it working feverishly to pleasure the black woman.

It took another ten minutes of industrious licking and sucking before the Queen finally shuddered and orgasmed like a steam train. Her thighs clamped hard together trapping Jenny's head as the black monarch jerked and spasmed and yelled all the time dripping pussy juice into the blonde’s mouth.

The Queen groaned and satisfied stood up unsteadily. What was good for her husband was good for her. Now both of them had been pleasured by the mouth of the blonde witch. She stood smiling widely then slowly placed her foot, a foot hardened by a lifetime of walking shoeless, flat on Jenny’s shaved pussy. With calculated malice she ground her sole down hard. The pygmies struggled to hold the writhing moaning blonde as the Queen pressed harder twisting her foot grinding the blonde’s pussy. When she decided she'd tormented the blonde enough she withdrew her foot. Jenny's pussy was red raw, the lips sore looking and hugely swollen but the Queen was enraged to see her clit was erect and hard and the gaping pussy revealed the pink inside was moist and aroused. She was nearly apoplectic.

With a growl the Queen took out what looked like an Opera glove. Agitated beyond belief she slid her right hand into it and pulled it up her arm to her elbow. She held it up for all to see. The crowd cheered. The glove was made of snake skin reinforced with leather and looked for all the world like a glove puppet. With a curt order Jenny's legs were spread even wider then the Queen knelt between them and placed the snakes head staring directly into the blondes gaping pussy.

Jenny jerked and writhed as the Queen shoved her hand forward until half of it was inside her womanhood. Then the pygmy pushed harder and harder stretching the blonde’s vagina until with a cry from both her snake covered fist penetrated all the way. The blonde tits jiggled and sloshed as the Queen pistoned her fist in and out of the blonde’s vulnerable cunt. She made no effort to lessen the pain just the opposite in fact grinding and twisting torturing and stretching the blonde’s vagina. As the Queen worked on the blonde’s pussy the two women holding Jenny's arms gripped her tits and twisted and shook them viciously filling the blonde’s giant bosoms with agony.

Laughing the Queen drew her hand back until just her finger tips were inside the restrained British agent then she clenched her fist and drove it forwards as deeply inside Jenny’s pussy as she could almost burying her arm up to the elbow. The cry that exploded from the blonde’s mouth was frightening almost inhuman as her body erupted sending her spasming hips upwards. The Queen stared at the blonde appalled. She slowly withdrew the snake glove now slick with pussy juice from the blondes shuddering body. She never felt so outraged or resentful before. The blonde bitch had orgasmed when she was supposed to have been screaming in agony.

Jenny lay exhausted and spent on the ground. Each of the pygmies holding her limbs were still there but not so attentive now or holding on so tight. The Queen meanwhile had grabbed a pair of snake fangs which she dipped in a pot until they were soaked with deadly venom. She was so mad now that any thoughts of ceremony had deserted her. She just wanted to kill the blonde witch. She drew back her hand and dived at the blondes supine body intending to sink the venom covered fangs deep into her heart. Jenny had recovered somewhat, saw her coming and at the last second dragged the pygmy on her right hand across her body. The fangs sank into the woman’s back sealing her fate then Jenny erupted upwards throwing off the now dead woman’s body. She kicked and lashed out at the other women holding her and rose like an avenging angel.

The Queen backed off leaving her warrior women to take care of the white witch. Jenny faced off against the three. Unfortunately they'd all found weapons and she was still naked and unarmed. Slowly they circled warily. Jenny thought desperately. There was no question of mercy now it was win or dinner time. She'd never felt so angry. Jenny was no racist, she'd known and fucked many men and women of colour but she'd be damned if she was going to be beaten by these little black bastards.

Then she spotted a weapon. Lying on the ground still unconscious were the first two pygmy’s who had tried to hobble her legs. She selected the smallest then with anger and fear sending copious amounts of adrenalin coursing through her system gripped the woman’s leg and swung her round her head. As the three attackers closed in on their target they met their fellow pygmy coming the other way. One after the other Jenny used the senseless body to club them to the ground and if they weren't already unconscious took great pleasure in kicking them in the head until they were.

She contemptuously threw away her 'weapon' not caring as it hit the ground with a sickening thud and with fire in her eyes turned to find the Queen. Seeing the white witch coming for her the Queen attacked raising the fangs. Jenny was having none of it. She grabbed the woman’s right wrist in her right hand being careful to avoid the teeth then swung the Queen round using her left hand to grip her head and bending it back against her shoulder exposing her black throat. Slowly by dint of her superior strength she moved the Queens right hand inwards bringing the venom covered fangs nearer and nearer to the woman’s throbbing carotid artery. A single scratch and it would be ended, fatally.

But she hesitated. What if she did kill the Queen? What then? The crowd could easily rend her limb from limb in their anger, the King could have her killed in many interesting ways for murdering the mother of his children or even worse take her as his new wife to replace the old one. Alright she'd have won but she'd be dead or worse so more like a score draw.

She could see only one slight chance of escaping with her life. With the fangs quivering mere millimetres from the Queens throat Jenny snatched them from her and pushed her away. Then she dropped the fangs and carefully ground them under her boot.

She stood naked before the astonished crowd and the even more astonished Queen. The woman had expected death any second but the white witch had released her. Was this weakness or compassion?

Jenny was returned unharmed to the Larder to await her fate. The arguments went on long into the evening until she fell asleep still aching and bruised. First thing in the morning she was brought out to stand again before the King and Queen seated on their thrones. The King gave a speech to the assembled crowd. Unfortunately Jenny didn't understand a word so she didn't know if he'd freed her or just announced a new menu item.

A warrior approached. He presented her clothes to her and her rucksack now filled with water and food. She dressed quickly and the King indicated she should go so before they could change their minds she bowed to the Royal couple and left the village in the direction of the capital.

The End of Part Three

May 2019

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