SACRIFICE ANJA THE
JUNGLE QUEEN Chapter 1
by Enigma
This story contains bondage, torture and
sexual theme…no minors
Anja awoke from a fitful sleep, she stared at
the sun and the new dawning morning knowing that this day would be like no
other. Today the proud jungle queen would allow herself to be captured by one
of her mortal enemies. As Anja rose and stretched her thin muscular body
towards the new day she shuddered to think of all the torments and tortures
that she was sure were in store for her. Looking below she quickly maneuvered
down from her small tree house to the river below.
As she moved naked along the bank had anyone
seen her they would have been in awe. She had a small
athletic frame, a runner’s body with small perky breasts with small rosebud
nipples, and a tiny muscular bottom. Her face was beautiful with sparkling eyes
all topped with a mane of silky black hair. She stared briefly at her body
before she jumped into the crystal clear water and began to swim. Her mind was
clouded with the thoughts of her fate later that day, when she would soon be
taken prisoner by one of the most dangerous tribes in the jungle. The Wakambas
were a tribe of head hunters and slave traders that lived down river; they
worshiped primitive gods in nature and their religious ceremonies involved
torture and human sacrifice to their gods. Anja had done battle and with them
many times when Wakambas raiding parties came to abduct slaves from the
peaceful villages. Anja had been forced to kill several of their warriors, one
of whom was the husband of their evil witch doctor, Mala. Mala had sworn
revenge against Anja. Anja was filled with dread at the thought that soon she
would be in the clutches of the evil redheaded demon. Her ability to cause pain
and suffering was well known throughout the jungle. Anja had learned that the
Wakambas tribe had been experiencing the terrible drought for some time. Mala
had told her people that the only way to end the drought was to sacrifice Anja.
The Wakambas had kidnapped the children of a
Anja stared at G-string type panties and the
tiny loincloth that she would be forced to wear and sighed. Anja stared at the
tops of the jungle trees and tried to eat small bites of fruit. Her stomach
disagreed but she knew that she probably would not have food for some time.
Anja heard the drums from a far distance and knew that it was time. She
squeezed into the kidskin leather G-string; it was very tight and very tiny
with just a thin leather strip between her heat shaped bum.
She next slid the small rabbit fur loincloth over her hips, it too was very
tight and as she looked behind herself she saw that barely covered her round
muscular bottom. Anja pulled a small leather top over
her breasts and realized that this was the beginning of her humiliation.
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Anja moved slowly down the path to the large
clearing near the river. As she walked, she thought of her life as the queen
and protector of the
As Anja entered the clearing she saw Golit,
the father of the abducted children, standing with the coil of rope and an
animal yolk. Anja sighed again; this is how the Wakambas had ordered her to be
bound, yoked like an animal. Golit had shame in his eyes as he started to bind
the jungle queen.
“Bind me tight,” Anja said proudly, “as I want
no reason for the Wakambas to injure your children; they are watching us now.”
Golit whispered in Anja’s ear. “Remember, the
Wakambas will never kill you unless you ask them or beg them to, that is why they torture their victims until they can’t stand the
pain anymore. I hope you can hold out; you are truly the jungle queen.” Golit
stepped back “We will sing songs about your valor, Anja, queen of the jungle.”
Anja was bound with her arms tied an out to
each of her sides. Once Anja was tightly bound the Wakambas warriors appeared
at the edge of the clearing. Anja instinctually began to struggle in her bonds.
Their leader called out: “On your knees, jungle queen!”
Anja, who had never knelt before her enemy,
slowly fell to her knees keeping her head high. Anja smiled as she saw Golit’s
children run to his side, then they all vanished into
the jungle. Alone surrounded by the Wakambas warriors Anja shouted out:
“Wakambas warriors, cowards, and stealer of children you will never break the
spirit of Anja, the jungle queen!”
The Wakambas warriors laughed loudly as they
tied a rope around Anja’s neck.
Their leader mocked her. “You, the jungle queen,
now dressed as a slave and soon begging to be sacrificed to our god, will be
silent!” With that Anja was gagged with a leather strap and pulled forward. As
they started down the path along the river, the leader of the Wakambas warriors
produced a small thin split bamboo cane; with it he struck Anja on her round
bottom and the back of her thighs. The pain shot through Anja like an
explosion. The Wakambas leader shouted you are a sacrifice, you will walk as
such. You must walk on your toes like a goat; if we see your heel prints in the
sand you will be whipped!”
Anja groaned and began to walk on her toes
down the river path. The Wakambas warriors watched and laughed as Anja pranced
down the path; Anja’s tiny loincloth bounce up revealing Anja’s tiny round
bottom and making it an inviting target for the Wakambas warriors’ canes, small
whips and spear tips. As Anja pranced down the path she kept her head high
knowing that this was just the beginning and always looking for a way to
escape.
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When they stopped for the night, Anja’s legs were sore
but her bottom was in agony. It had been whipped, caned and poked with the
points of spears the entire day.
Anja hoped that she would not be forced to
sit; she soon realized that that would not be the case. Anja was forced to
kneel as the yoke was removed; her wrists were quickly bound in front and tied
to a long rope. This rope was tossed over the tall tree limb and Anja was
pulled onto her toes. The Wakambas leader appeared in front of her and with a
toothy grin. “Mala has forbidden us from breaking you,” he said. “She wants
that pleasure for herself. But she did not say we could not torture you.”
Anja groaned as Wakambas warriors grabbed her
legs and began tying ropes around each of her ankle ankles. A piece of bamboo
about 3-feet long was tied between her ankles, spreading her legs. Anja’s
leather top was removed and small leather strips were tied around each of her
perky nipples. Anja’s body was then hoisted up by her wrists until her feet
were about 2 feet off the ground. A wicker basket was tied under the bamboo
spreader bar attached to Anja’s ankles. Each of the free ends of leather strips
tied to Anja’s nipples was tied to the handle of a smaller wicker basket left
to dangle from her chest.
Anja groaned under her gag as the men left her
hanging and began to gather river rocks. Anja watched as her captors gathered
stones from the bank of the river; large and small stones, each man making his
own pile and marking each stone. Anja could only imagine what they were
planning to do but was sure that she would suffer. Anja watched as the men
gathered wood and started a fire.
The Wakambas leader pointed to the fire
calling to her. “Fire is my Mala’s favorite way to break a sacrifice; you will
spend much time in the fire jungle queen!”
Anja shuddered, thinking about being tortured
with fire, could she hold out? Anja held her head high, I will not break, she
thought. The Watambas men broke out in laughter, watching her defiance.
Anja’s body was slick with sweat, her wrists
and nipples throbbed as she watched the Wakambas eat and drink around the
campfire. Soon the leader pulled out two colored dice, this caused all the
Wakambas man to stare at Anja and laugh. Anja watched as the men began taking
turns rolling the dice. She did not know the game but soon found that she was a
main part as one of the men rolling the dice stood up, and to the cheers of his
comrades he picked up the large river stone from his pile, walked over and,
with a smile, placed it in the wicker basket between her ankles. The pain was
intense as the Wakambas man walked back to the game. The game went on late into
the night. Anja had three large river stones in the lower basket before one of
the warriors rolled the score to place a smaller stone in one of the baskets
dangling from her tiny nipples. This pain was like an electric jolt to our body
then becoming a dull throb. When the game finally ended, Anja had eight river
stones stretching her body and four smaller stones in each of the baskets stretching
her nipples. Anja was in agony; her body was stretched to the breaking point.
By the morning she was completely numb and when she was untied the feeling
coming back into her stretched body was almost as agonizing as the torture she
experienced during the night.
Anja was led to the riverbank, and there she
saw two canoes, connected with a bamboo platform. Anja was pulled up and tied
spread eagle on top of the platform, then the warriors paddled down the river
with their prize.
Anja baked in the hot summer sun as they
floated down the river toward the land of the Wakambas she fell into a fitful
sleep dreaming of fire and pain. She woke to the sound of drums and shouts as
the canoe pulled up to the bank. A large group of Wakambas had gathered on the
riverbank and crowded around to look at Anja. Anja was not untied, but the
whole bamboo platform was removed from the canoes and she was carried towards
the village. Anja’s mind raced, understanding that she was being carried as a
sacrifice.
Upon their arrival in the village, Anja was
carried around the entire village like a trophy for all to see. When they came
to the center of the village, she was quickly untied then retied to a wooden
post while a crowd gathered around. Anja watched as the crowd parted to reveal
Mala.
Mala walked forward towards Anja and smiled.
She had fiery red hair in short dreadlocks and sported numerous symbols and
runes showing that she possessed great magic. Anja lifted her head proudly and
this caused Mala’s smile to broaden. “Good,” she hissed in Anja’s ear. “You are
very strong, it will take a long time to break you; that makes me very happy.
You took from me and now I’m going to take from you. I’m going to take your
mind, your body and your spirit!” Mala laughed. “You will spend much time in my
fires jungle queen.”
At this Anja’s confidence faltered but she
kept her head high. “You will not break me,” she stated clearly.
Mala turned to the crowd. “She is the reason
why the rain does not fall; she is the reason why the gods have abandoned us!”
she shouted. “Anja’s pain will bring the gods blessings. Anja’s torment will
make things as they were before!”
With this the crowd cheered, thirsty for
Anja’s blood.
Mala raised her hands and the crowd instantly
fell silent. “Warriors, men of the Wakambas; you may enjoy the suffering of the
jungle queen, but the gods have decreed that no man would torture Anja, only
the women of the Wakambas will break the jungle queen.”
As the crowd erupted in cheers again, Anja and
thought I must be strong.
Anja was left unmolested and bound to the
pole in the center of the village the entire night. At dawn she woke to the
sounds of villagers passing her and laughing. Anja struggled with her bonds
trying to break free, but there was no escape for her, and she soon saw a small
group of women coming toward her.
The group surrounded Anja, and their leader
put a rope around her neck and pulled it tight, cutting off her air. As Anja
gasped for breath the other women untied her body from the pole and quickly re-tied
her with her hands behind her back. The rope around her neck was loosened and
she sucked in a large gulp of the air as she stared at her captors. The women
captors laughed and giggled as one pulled on the rope around Anja’s neck and
the others shuffled her forward. After a few steps they all stopped, Anja cried
out as she felt an explosion of pain on her bottom and toned thighs. Anja
quickly realized that one of the women was whipping her with a leather strap.
The woman holding the rope frowned at Anja.
“Sacrifice, were you not told how to walk?” she demanded.
Anja realized what she must do, and began to
prance in place, lifting her knees up high and only stepping on her toes. Anja
felt the humiliation redden her face as the woman whipping her perfect round
bottom stopped as all the other women laughed and mocked as they watched the
proud Jungle Queen prance like a little pony.
The woman holding the rope smiled. “That’s
better,” she said. “Now come.”
The beautiful Anja was led through the
village, her amazing legs prancing up and down. The group of women led Anja to
a bridge near a raging waterfall. The woman with the rope stopped Anja in the
middle of the bridge and turned to her captive as the other women crowded
around. “This is the bridge of death,” she said. “No sacrifice has ever
returned after they’ve crossed it. This caused all the women to begin to laugh
and giggle again. Still prancing in place Anja, queen of the jungle, wearing
only a tiny skintight kidskin G- string under the tiny rabbit pelt loincloth,
bound and dressed as a slave, lifted her head high as she was lead forward
across the bridge to an unknown fate.
As the group came to the other side of the
bridge one of the girls behind Anja said, “This is the sacred plateau of our
god above the great scar.”
Anja, confused, noticed that there were three
buildings around a sort of square smaller than the village square with three
poles in the center. As Anja reviewed her surroundings she shuddered as she saw
that all three poles were adorned with human skulls.
The girl behind her continued: “Only Mala and
the leader of the tribe are allowed to live here; as our chief was called by
the god, only Mala lives in this sacred place now.”
“Mala,” another girl added “And now you of
course!” This started all the girls to start giggling again.
Anja stared at the evil glee in all the
women’s faces. Their looks and the sound of these girls’ giggles and laughter
pushed Anja’s mind toward panic at the thought of what was in store for her
here in this place. As Anja was led continuing to prance, forward she noticed
three women kneeling beside something on the ground. As Anja drew closer, she
saw sturdy wooden posts sticking out of the ground and between them dozens of
thin short spikes. This caused Anja to pull back from our captors.
Anja’s captors reacted immediately; the girl
pulling on Anja’s lead rope stopped and quickly tightened the noose around
Anja’s neck stopping her air again. As Anja fought for breath, the girl behind
her whipped Anja’s bottom with a leather strap and the others pushed Anja
forward. Anja choked and her ass burned as they arrived where the other women
knelt. Anja was forced to her knees, and as black dot exploded in her vision
Anja noticed that there was in fact four wooden stakes sticking out of the
ground. Each stake was about 8 inches tall and paired about 3 feet apart,
slightly sharpened on top. Between the stakes there were dozens of small razor
sharp needle-like spikes. Even as she gasped for air Anja recognized that these
were the thorns of the scorpion tree. They were highly poisonous; when a person
was even scratched by these spines it causes an extreme and intense burning
sensation that grew in intensity until treated. It was akin to having white hot
metal placed under your skin and left there. The pain caused by the thorns of
this plant had caused many a strong man to die of heart failure.
The older of the two women kneeling looked at
Anja then at the girl with the rope. The girl loosened the rope causing Anja to
cough gulps of air. “Jungle Queen, I am Telo the elder,” the older woman said.
“You are to be a sacrifice for our god and this is a great honor. Our god
demands that the sacrifice begs to be sacrificed.” She looked into Anja’s eyes.
“The god demands that a sacrifice experiences torment and agony before their
death so that they might beg for death and an end to their suffering. The more
pain they can experience, the more worthy they are as a sacrifice.” Telo looked
up and down Anja’s muscular body kneeling before her. “Most sacrifices don’t
last more than a day or maybe two,” she said. This caused the surrounding girls
to giggle again. ”But Mala thinks you are very strong and believes he will last
many days before you are begging for the mercy of our god.” Anja stared into
the woman’s gleaming eyes. “If the pain becomes too much and you wish it to
stop, beg for death, cry out so that all my hear and
maybe our god will hear you,” Telo said.
Anja stared back at the woman. “I will not
break.”
This caused a large smile to erupt on the
woman’s face and all of the women to start laughing. Telo looked around at the
others and shouted: “Prepare the sacrifice!”
As Anja was being prepared her torment was
explained: this would be a test of Anja’s strength to see if she was worthy to
be sacrificed. Anja was untied, then lifted and turned face-downward, then
forced to place her palms on one pair of the slightly sharpened stakes. She did
the same with her toes, and Anja realized the simplicity of this torture; they
were using her own body weight and muscle failure against her. Anja’s wrists
and ankles were tied to the stakes. Tiny strings were attached to her nipples.
These strings were tied to a ring anchored to the ground amongst the spikes.
This preventive Anja the relief by lifting her body up and moving the muscles
in her arms and shoulders now she was forced to stay in the same position,
spread out over poisonous spikes for the duration. After Anja’s bonds were
double checked all the women, talking amongst themselves, filed away. Only one
of the younger girls stayed behind. Sweat began to spring up on Anja’s amazing
body as she attempted to prevent herself from touching any of the poisonous
spikes. Anja attempted to slightly raise her bottom up to take the strain off
her legs and hips.
The young girl guarding Anja watched this
display with amusement. The Jungle Queen’s tiny round bottom wiggled up and
down invitingly as she attempted to relieve the pressure on her straining leg
muscles. As the girl watched this display she pulled a leather strap from her
belt and waited for Anja to raise her bottom again. When Anja did her young
tormentor began strapping the Jungle Queen’s perfectly round derriere and
sensitive thighs. Now smiling, the girl waited and every time Anja’s lifted her
amazing bottom in the air she would whip it with the leather strap until Anja
lowered it again.
Soon another girl from the village joined Anja
and her tormenter. She sat down between Anja’s spread legs and, producing a
long very sharp stick, she commenced to poke Anja’s inner thighs and her thinly
covered crotch.
Anja yelped more from surprise then from pain;
this torment reflexively caused Anja to raise her round bottom to pop into the
air, causing the girl with the leather strap to whip her. This torment went on
with the one girl poking and prodding Anja’s barely covered, most sensitive
region, while the other girl relentlessly strapping her round bottom. Two
additional girls appeared, one began poking the soles of Anja’s feet with
another sharpened stick, and the second produced a thin bamboo cane and began
caning Anja’s calves. Anja groaned in frustration and agony but she would not
cry out. More women appeared to torment Anja with sharpened sticks. As Anja
struggled they poked at her breasts, her sides, and her underarms. Anja’s
ordeal continued through the morning with women coming over the bridge from the
village to torment the Jungle Queen. Anja’s amazing ass had become the focal
point of most of her tormentors; her loincloth had been pushed up, exposing her
round muscular cheeks for all to see. The group around her waited in
anticipation for Anja to be forced to raise her bottom to relieve her staining
muscles. When her ass would rise, several women on both sides of her body would
begin strapping and whipping her bottom and caning her thighs all while
chanting and cheering. Anja was in agony, her bottom and thighs were on fire
and the muscles and her legs and arms were shaking, straining and fatiguing
quickly. During midday the women left Anja struggling alone except for her
vigilant guard who waited patiently behind her to punish Anja’s bright red
bottom for any infraction.
Sometime later, Telo appeared in front of
Anja’s face. She placed a small bowl of liquid on the ground directly under
Anja’s chin. “You must be thirsty sacrifice,” she said with a smile and a gleam
in her eye. “So I brought you something to drink.”
Anja was unbelievably thirsty but knew her
tormentor was attempting to trick her.Anja knew that if she lowered her head to
drink she would impale her breasts on the waiting spikes below. Anja was forced
to stare at the liquid just inches below her face as she was tortured for hours
in the hot afternoon sun. As the day wore on, driven by thirst Anja attempted
to lower her body until her breasts were just barely above the painful spikes.
Anja’s muscles strained and shook but Anja knew that even a scratch from the
poisonous thorns below would cause her agonizing and debilitating pain. The
queen of the jungle lowered her chin as far as she could then extended her
tongue toward the liquid below just to get some much needed moisture in her
mouth. With all her might Anja strained her tongue forward, its tiny pink tip
just breaking the surface of the liquid in the bowl. Anja’s immediately jerked
back as a foul acidic taste permeated her mouth. This motion caused her bottom
to rise eliciting half a dozen swats from her ever vigilant guard. The taste
was awful and she tried to spit it out but the lack of moisture made it
impossible.
The older woman laughed at Anja’s distress.
“Sacrifice, I never said this was water!” she laughed mockingly
Anja defiantly stared at the woman and groaned
in frustration but then clearly said in a dry voice “You will never break me.
Telo stared into the eyes of the Jungle Queen.
“We have not even started trying to break you.” With this, the woman dipped a
dirty cloth in her hand into the liquid below Anja’s face. She then grabbed
Anja’s nose, forcing Anja to open her mouth. The Wakambas woman stuffed the
foul liquid soaked cloth in Anja’s dry mouth and secured it with a thin leather
strap.
The foul liquid overwhelmed Anja’s senses,
causing her eyes and nose to burn violently. Anja’s head bucked up and down,
her tongue tried to expel the horrible foreign object from her mouth. Anja
groaned as her nose burned and tears fell from her eyes. This reaction again
caused her shapely bottom to rise into the air to receive six lashes with a
leather strap. Anja closed her eyes crying to herself about the agony she was
suffering. How long could she last, will the Jungle Queen really fall, would
she be broken and sacrificed?
Anja was brought back to reality as she felt
the tugging at her strained nipples. She saw that Telo was untying the strings
tied to her breasts from the loop at the ground. Anja let herself believe
briefly that maybe this torment was over but her spirits were quickly dashed
when she saw that the woman was not releasing her tortured breasts but was in
fact tying the ends of the strips to a longer rope. Another women kept the rope
taut, not allowing Anja a reprieve as Telo dragged the thin rope about 10 feet
out from Anja’s tortured body. Smiling back at Anja she tied the end of the
rope to what Anja could see was a large meaty animal bone. Another of the
Wakambas women led a large dog into Anja’s view. The Jungle Queen understood
her new predicament. The older Telo moved back in front of Anja as another girl
held the rope attached to Anja’s nipples taut. The older woman leaned close,
taking the rope in her hand and pulled it forcefully, causing Anja to wince.
“Now the fun really begins sacrifice,” Telo whispered in Anja’s ear. Telo
continued to tug on the rope, tormenting Anja’s tiny nipples. “Some of us have
made a bet on how long he will last before you pass out or beg for mercy. I
know Anja the Jungle Queen is proud and strong so I said that she would last
until after dusk.” The woman leaned in closer, tugging harder on Anja’s
nipples, causing Anja’s firm breasts to move closer to the poisonous thorns
below. “If I win I will allow you to rest tonight. Mala returns tomorrow night
and I understand that she’s had the men of the tribe constructing some very
nasty torments for you; you will need all the rest you can get,” she said with
a broad smile. The woman leaned back, letting go of the rope, and stared into
Anja’s bloodshot pain-stricken eyes. “If I lose,” Telo said, taking hold of the
rope and yanking it hard, causing Anja to yelp. “I will have you tied upside
down with your legs spread to each side, as far as they can be stretched and
then my girls and I will cane your crotch and inner thighs the entire night.”
With that, Telo gave the rope another hard yank, let go and kissed Anja’s sweat
drenched forehead. “Be strong, Jungle Queen.”
When the dog was released, it made a beeline
for the bone; the dog first attempted to carry the bone away, but finding it
was tied, the hungry dog began tugged and pulled on the bone, trying to get it
free. This produced a tug of war between Anja and the large dog with her
nipples in the middle. Anja fought with all of her might to not have her body
forced on the diabolical spikes below her, this effort of course caused her
bottom to rise up. Her guard behind her had replaced the leather strap with a
large thin cane; when Anja’s bottom rose the girl smiled and raised the cane
over her head and brought it down with all her might on Anja’s tiny round
bottom. The pain exploded in Anja’s body like a million flashing suns,
radiating out from her battered bottom. Anja bit down hard on the foul tasting
rag in her mouth, her mind was racing but her strength of will came forward,
Anja would hold on. The tug of war continued until dusk. Finally, As the sun disappeared, the dog ran forward then changed
direction, snapping the rope back. This dramatic jerk on the rope, along with
the fact that Anja’s strength was gone caused Anja to be pulled down and
impaled on the scorpion tree spikes. The exploding pain along with Anja’s
fatigue caused her to black out immediately. The last thought the Jungle Queen
remembered was that she did not break.
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When Anja awoke she felt very disoriented and sore.
Every muscle in her body ached and her nipples burned. As she blinked and tried
to focused, she realized that everything she was seeing was upside down. Anja looked
up and realized that she was tied upside down between two of the three polls in
the center sacred square. She looked around, noticing it was dark and there was
a campfire burning nearby. Her legs were pulled into splits tied off at the top
and bottom of the poles, her wrists were tied behind her, pull back away from
her body and secured to the pole in the rear. Anja struggled but found that
escape was impossible. Telo came into Anja's field of view and smiling, sat
down cross legged in front of her. The woman was eating from a bowl she was
holding. Anja defiantly stared at the woman. “Do the Wakambas women not keep
their word?” she demanded. “You told me that I would rest if you won your bet.
I did not succumb to your torment till well after dusk.”
Telo placed her bowl down and leaned close to
Anja’s upturned faces. “I said if I won the bet I would not cane your crotch
and thighs all night and I would let you rest. This is true,” Telo continued.
“Because of your strength, I did win the bet.” Telo produced a large knife
holding it so Anja could see it. ”This is my prize.” Telo placed the blade to
Anja’s exposed left nipple and started flicking it with the knife tip. Anja
winced, but she stared defiantly at her captor.Telo continued: “So I will not
torture you tonight, Jungle Queen.” Telo stopped teasing Anja’s nipple with the
knife and leaned back. “But Nama, who lost the bet to me, has decided that she
and her daughters will torture you tonight.” Telo leaned back torwards Anja and
began to flick Anja’s right nipple with the knife blade. “But they will not use
a cane,” she said. “But leather straps and whips instead.” She smiled, circling
the tiny nipple with the razor sharp blade. ”Also, I believe that they intend
to light torches and let them burn under your feet.” Telo leaned back again and
put away the knife. “So I have kept my word to you, Jungle Queen.” With a broad
smile, the woman rose to her feet. “Enjoy your night; the real torture begins
when Mala returns.”
Anja’s heart fell as she realized she had been
tricked and that she would be forced to suffer throughout the night. Anja hung
and waited as a tiny trickle of blood ran from her nipple.
The villagers began to gather, sitting down
and eating in front of the tightly bound proud Jungle Queen. At once everyone’s
eyes looked up and Anja followed their gaze to between her spread legs.
Frustration and shame redden Anja’s face as she noticed that her tiny loincloth
was bunched around her slender waste exposing yet again the tiny G-string type
panties that she had been forced to wear. The way her legs were spread caused
the very small garment to be stretched tight, barely covering Anja’s sex. Above
Anja's exposed crotch, stood a frowning woman holding menacing a whip like
object in her hand. Anja recognize it as the thing white men used to sharpen
their knives and razor blades and in some instances discipline their children.
This one was much shorter than the ones she’d seen before.
The woman glared at Anja shouting, “Sacrifice,
you cost me my best hunting knife; for this you will pay!” As Anja started to
speak, two younger girls step forward on each side of the woman, her daughters.
They too had leather straps in their hands. The woman shouted to the crowd that
Anja’s pain bring favor from their god. As she spoke, the crowd cheered, she
raised the strap and brought it down directly on Anja’s thinly covered crotch.
Anja yelped. Having never had her womanhood
whipped, Anja was unready for the extreme pain that the angry women’s strap
caused. The woman continued to whip Anja’s crotch while her daughters began
whipping up and down the inner portions of Anja’s muscular toned legs. This
savage beating went on for over an hour before they stopped. The Jungle Queen
was passing in and out of consciousness from the unbelievable agony caused by
the beating. When Anja’s tormentors stopped their assault Anja believed that
maybe they were finished with her. Her spirits were dashed when a new group of
women took up station and continued the beating of Anja’s barely covered crotch
and sensitive inner thighs. After another hour the Jungle Queen finally slipped
into blackness as she passed out from her brutal torture.
Later her unconscious body was released and
retied to the center poll can the square where she remained for the rest of the
night.
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Anja awoke to the party that had come the
morning before. Anja was relieved to see that Mala was not with them.
One of the girls gave Anja of a small
container of a clear liquid. Anja was distrustful of the wicked women but was
incredibly thirsty. She touched her tongue to the liquid and to her relief it
was water; Anja gulped the water greedily until it was gone. Anja did not even
resist when her hands were unbound from the pole and retied behind her back.
The Jungle Queen ached all over and her crotch and thighs throbbed. The rope
was retied around her neck and without prodding Anja began lifting her knees
high and walking on her toes. Anja pranced in place with her head held high.
The Watambas laugh and spoke amongst themselves as they watched the beautiful
but defiantly proud Jungle Queen.
Anja was led through the square to the front
of one of the huts. There she saw several women standing around a large pot and
three long wooden poles lashed together at the top making a frame. Anja
shuttered her mind racing on what these evil tormentors had in store for her.
Anja was immediately pushed down onto a grass mat as the women began removing
large pieces of wet animal hide from the large water filled pot. As Anja looked
on, bewildered, the women began to wrap the wet skins tightly around Anja’s
body, starting with her ankles and working their way up her body. Two women
were busy sewing the hides together. Anja soon found herself cocooned in the
wet sticky animal hides.
Anja attempted to struggle but found she could
not move at all; as she lay wrapped and being sewn, she watched the women who
bound her go into the nearby hut and emerge from inside carrying large pieces
of metal: they looked like they had been salvaged from crashed airplanes and
broken vehicles found throughout the desert and jungle, all of them had been
polished until they shone in the bright sun. After the women had sewn shut all
of the hides, Anja was lifted up and held standing in front of the elder Telo.
As Anja stood, unable to move, a long thick rope was tied around her ankles
then slowly wound around her entire body. When they reached her neck the rope
was tied off and wound back down around her body again to her feet there it was
tied off around her ankles.
The older woman smiled at the struggling
Jungle Queen. “Yesterday,” she said. “We tested your strength; today we test
your stamina. Anja, the proud Jungle Queen, we will soon see how much stamina
you possess and if you’re worthy to be a sacrifice to our god.”
Anja was raised up in a dozen hands and
flipped upside down. She was hoisted and tied to the center of the three wooden
poles and left to dangling there. The women began placing the polished metal
around the cocooned Jungle Queen so that they acted like mirrors reflecting the
sunlight onto Anja from all angles. Telo leaned down on one knee and stared
into the upside down face of Anja. “Enjoy the embrace of our god, Sacrifice,
and remember if you wish to die, just call out.
Anja’s eyes grew wide with understanding: she
would be left hanging upside down in the blistering sun the entire day, and as
the skins that she was cocooned in dried they would shrink, squeezing and
constricting her body much like a giant snake. The shiny metal plates were
placed strategically to reflect the sun’s energy all around her body reducing
the drying time, thus increasing the squeezing time. Anja groaned in
frustration and trepidation.
The women, smiling, walked away, leaving Anja
alone to her fate.