Featuring TimeTraxx's Jungle Princess, Sidekick, and their nemesis, the Poacher!

Adults Only, Strong Sexual Content

1.

Experts will tell you poaching is and has always been an economics problem more than anything else. Most poachers do what they do to feed their families, the same as everybody else. There's no better line of work available to them, nothing at least that pays so well.

But then there is the Poacher, a very wealthy young woman by the name of Alexandria Essex. There could be no justification for her killings. She herself would be the first to admit it. She offered no excuses, which was just about the only favorable thing that might be said for her. She killed things because she liked killings things. The wrongness, the pointlessness, those factors contributed to her pleasure. Killing wouldn't be half as satisfying without them. What she enjoyed most of all was breaking rules and getting away with it.

The Jungle Princess considered the Poacher to be her arch-enemy. They had tangled and tussled a number of times. Strangely, each and every occasion the Jungle Princess interfered with her plans, the Poacher never got angry. It seemed she refused to think of the Jungle Princess as a threat. Instead, in a scornful fashion, she only acted amused by her. Of course, for the Jungle Princess, that was infuriating. Unforgivable, too.

Recently, however, the Poacher had changed the nature of their ongoing contest. She'd completely stopped going after endangered animals, all the usual choices, at least within the boundaries of the Jungle Princess's territory. Had the Poacher lost her taste for poaching? Not quite. Nowadays, whenever she reappeared, she'd selected a new and grander target ... which was the Jungle Princess herself.

Three times already, the bloodthirsty villainess had almost nailed her. Three times the Jungle Princess had eluded capture or death at the last possible moment, though much more by luck than skill. Luck, like every stream and water hole throughout the jungle, has a sad and inevitable tendency to run dry.

But if you asked her, the Jungle Princess would insist she wasn't scared of the Poacher, not in the slightest. In fact (though this part she would keep to herself) she was flattered the wicked woman kept coming back for a fresh go-round.

2.

The Poacher's latest scheme was pretty darn cheap and unimaginative, in the opinion of the Jungle Princess. A bad guy (or in this case, a bad gal) couldn't get much more low down and dirty. And yet, basic as it was, it was pretty close to foolproof, as evil schemes go. So of course she was gonna get around to trying this kind of crap. It was maybe weird she hadn't done it sooner. Unless, like the Jungle Princess, she felt uncomfortable with the unoriginality.

What she'd done was take Sidekick hostage. The Jungle Princess was supposed to make an exchange of herself. As if the evil Poacher could be trusted to keep up her side of such a trade. Yeah, right.

All the same, when your nemesis has a gun to your Sidekick's head, you don't have a lot of wiggle-room. The Jungle Princess was gonna have to play along. Or pretend that she was, anyhow.

"Release her at once," she demanded, brandishing a very large machete which she had only recently acquired from a different opponent.

The Poacher smirked and did something clicky and probably pointless with her gun, just to reinforce its presence. "Perhaps I'll begin to consider that, once you put down that knife."

The Jungle Princess was nervous. Much more keyed up than she wanted to be. She thought she had put together a pretty solid plan, and that should have made her confident, yet somehow she'd ended more anxious instead, having a specific outcome to aim for and worry over. Her bikini felt itchy and she had an urge to pee, even though she'd just gone five minutes ago, or tried to, for nothing had come out.

"Don't listen to her, Jungle Princess," said Sidekick. She was kneeling with her arms bound behind her around a skinny tree trunk. Her face was glum, as it damned well should be, allowing herself to get caught the way she had. The Jungle Princess was gonna have some strong things to say to her, once this was all over and done with. "If you give yourself up, nothing will be gained. She won't set me loose! She'll just have both of us in her power! You mustn't let her win!"

"Don't you worry about that," replied the Jungle Princess.

The Poacher sighed and adjusted the angle of her jaunty hat. Against her will, the Jungle Princess found her eyes drawn from her adversary's sneering face to the excessive tightness of her hunting garments. It wasn't the first time this had happened, when the pair confronted one another. In her own ostensibly civilized fashion, the Poacher dressed as provocatively as either of the jungle girls. Her sheer white blouse and khaki shorts scarcely concealed her natural attributes any better than their scanty, crudely-cut animal skins. The blouse was sleeveless, half unbuttoned down the front, and with the shirttails knotted tight above her navel to show off her taunt belly. Her nipples looked like bullets, straining to burst through the white cloth, while the mound of her sex protruded just as prominently through the grip of her shorts. The line of the zipper down the front of those shorts could all too easily be mistaken for another sort of crease. The shorts seemed designed to encourage that idea.

"I'm going to make the decision very easy for you," the Poacher declared, "Either you surrender to me, before I count to three, or I'll just go ahead and pull my trigger, which means your Sidekick's pretty head gets blown off. One ... Two ..."

"You're bluffing! You'd never do it! You want us both alive! Or we're no good to you."

"Are you sure? You better be pretty damn sure."

"If you kill her, it's the last thing you'll ever do! I'll cut your head off! I swear I will!"

"Maybe you're quick enough to pull that off before I shoot out your kneecap, but I doubt it. Either way, your Sidekick will be lost forever. Are you prepared to make that sacrifice?"

"Let her shoot me!" Sidekick exclaimed, "And then slay her where she stands! I have no regrets, Jungle Princess! This is the only way to beat her, once and for all!"

Actually, as we've mentioned earlier, the Jungle Princess had another idea, which she'd been planning from the start. But it wasn't quite yet time to reveal it. She lowered her machete and slumped her shoulders. "No, I shall not throw away your life. It seems, for now, I must yield." She let the knife fall from her fingers and then put both her hands up over her head. She felt her face flush, and then an involuntary shiver coursed through the body. Oddly, it felt not altogether unpleasant. "I surrender myself, Poacher. You have what you wanted. Now let the girl go."

"First, take two steps forward, so you're out of reach of the blade. Now, kneel down. Keep your hands where you've got them. Very good." She produced another loop of cord from behind her back and moved quickly around the Jungle Princess, nudging her butt with the toe of her big black boot. "Now drop forward and lay flat. All the way down! Are you listening? Press your tits and your nose in the dirt! I mean it! Keep still, damn you!"

She lowered herself to straddle the Jungle Princess's waist, holstering her gun to be able to use both her hands. Then she pulled her captive's arms behind her back and tied them together, very tight, both at the wrists and at the elbows. The Jungle Princess growled and whimpered at the strain. She hadn't expected this to hurt as much as it did.

"Better get used to it, bitch," said the Poacher.

Sidekick shook her head and moaned. "You shouldn't have given in to her, Jungle Princess! She won't set me free! All you've done is put both us under her heel!"

"Your little girlfriend is absolutely correct, Jungle Bitch," said the Poacher, testing the knots she'd made before standing. "All right, you're good and secure. You can get back up. Oh wait, I suppose you won't be able to, with your arms trapped like that. Let me help you." She hauled the Jungle Princess to her feet. "My, my. You look quite distressed. Are you suffering a crisis of confidence? It's perfectly understandable, and you have my sympathies. You are in very deep trouble. Both of you."

The Jungle Princess was red in the face and trembling. "W-what do you plan to do to us?"

"Actually, I haven't fully decided yet. There is a warlord I know that has a serious grudge against you. From the neighboring country. I guess a while back a big chunk of his private little army hid in your jungle for a while, or tried to, but you caused him a lot of trouble and drove them out, and then as soon as they came back into their own country, they got ambushed and cut to pieces by one of his rivals. He never told me the full story. Just that he lost half his people and half his face burned off, too. He blames you for all his setbacks and wants payback. I could sell him to you and he would pay me a fortune. I don't really need the money, though. I have too much of the stuff piled up already. It might be more fun to keep you for myself. I can take you both to my estate. I have a good-size private plane; no one will give me any trouble carrying the pair of you out of this silly country. How's that sound? I have a large property, very secluded. We might have a lot of fun together, if you're up to it. There's all sorts of interesting games we might play in the house and outside on the grounds. Nobody will disturb us."

She reached out languidly as she made this speech, almost as if she wasn't conscious of doing it, and pulled away the Jungle Princess's top. The Jungle Princess did her best not to react, as if it didn't bother her in the least that her tits were drooping free. But she couldn't maintain the pretense when the Poacher started fumbling under the front flap of her loincloth. "Ohhoohh! Stop that! How dare you?" She tried to squirm away. The Poacher held her by the arm and wouldn't let her.

"Where do you think you're gonna go, little idiot? You belong to me now. Best of all, your cunt is dripping wet for me already. I could feel it. Here, see for yourself. Look at all this goo on my fingertips!"

"You're disgusting! Get away from me!"

"Ha! There's really no sense in fighting me any longer. Try to get that through your head."

"Don't call me an idiot."

"I call 'em like I see 'em. How did you think this was going to turn out, coming to meet me alone? Knowing I had all the proverbial cards. I guess you never heard the old line about bringing a knife to a gunfight. It's almost like you wanted me to win. Like you wrapped yourself up for me with a big red ribbon. Didn't you try to make some sort of sensible plan?"

"Well," she answered, licking her lips, "Actually, the thing is, I did."

The Poacher's eyes narrowed. "What are you trying to tell me?"

"Just that you were wrong about me coming here alone. Look behind you. Seriously, I'm not kidding."

The Poacher frowned. She pulled her pistol back out and slowly turned around. Where she discovered over a dozen muscular natives in scary warmasks pointing spears at her, as well as bows and arrows.

"Drop your gun," said their leader, "Put up your hands."

She gave it considerable thought. Everyone could see from her expression and the way she shifted the grip on her weapon that she came very, very close to firing it. The men would have slaughtered her, but she would have taken one or two down with her. In the end, she decided it wasn't worthwhile. She wasn't ready for death. She gave up.

"All right, Jungle Bitch," she said over her shoulder, struggling to keep her voice casual, "This round to you. Very good. Believe it or not, it pleases me that you're not quite as stupid as you always seemed. Makes things more interesting."

"Yes," said the Jungle Princess, as the men advanced and grabbed the Poacher by her arms, "I think things are going to become much more interesting for you." She turned to the leader and bowed to him, slightly. "Thank you. You timed that just about perfectly."

"Good fun," he replied, tilting his mask atop his head. He was a handsome fellow, with bright, arresting eyes. The Jungle Princess was unable to properly pronounce his name. He spoke fairly good English, though he was the only one of his people that could. She, in turn, couldn't speak any of his dialect, which was equally true of all the other tribal languages in her land. Sidekick had an inherent gift for that stuff and she'd got very good at most of them; it was probably the most useful thing about her.

Since she couldn't say his real name, the Jungle Princess thought of him as Big Boom, which in her own mind at least approximated the sound of his name. By extension, she thought of his tribe as the Boom-Booms. And not solely because of him but also on account of all the drumming they did day and night, communicating across the jungle. They would probably have been appalled if they knew she'd made up such silly childish names for their champion and for the whole of their tribe. But the Jungle Princess didn't let that bother her. In fact it had very probably never crossed her mind. She didn't mean to be offensive and she would have been surprised if it was pointed out to her. Which is not to say that was a decent excuse.

Also, they weren't exactly great friends of hers. She'd had difficulties dealing with them in the past, a number of messy run-in's. They often objected to her crossing through portions of the jungle which they considered sacred, telling her she had no right to enter those zones without their permission. A big part of the arrangement she had made with them that very day was meant to solve this problem, for good. She was, essentially, buying permanent permission to pass through their sacred areas from here on out. How was she was buying it? With the Poacher.

They'd tried to capture her before, since the huntress was guilty of violating their territories much more often and in much worse ways than the Jungle Princess ever had. She'd shot animals they believed to be reincarnations of their ancestors. She'd also shot a fair number of their warriors, when they tried to pursue her. Now, thanks to the Jungle Princess, they'd been able to sneak up and grab her. They intended never to let her loose.

"What are you planning, boys?" the Poacher asked the natives as they coiled ropes around her arms. They tied her wrists together behind her back, and the same, more painfully, was done to her elbows, just as she had done to the Jungle Princess. Except they did it with much thicker, rougher ropes than she had used. "Ritual execution? Cannibalism? What do I have to look forward to? Be sure you do a good job on those knots. It would be unfortunate for you if I slipped my hands loose." It had to be admitted, she was doing a fine job keeping her cool. Her face was redder than usual, and sweatier. Still, she was holding herself together much better than the Jungle Princess knew she could have managed, in her place.

"You have committed many grave affronts to my tribe, Outsider," Big Boom answered.

"Yes, I'm sure," she said, as if it didn't matter.

"But you shall be permitted to cleanse your spirit and redeem yourself, through good service to our people."

"Oh indeed? What manner of service, dare I inquire?"

"Good service," he repeated, and then after a nicely timed pause he added "Total service."

"Ah. Yes. I see. Well then. Won't that be fun."

"You don't take us seriously, Outsider? You don't fear us?"

She shrugged and faked a bored yawn. "Not particularly."

"Perhaps, given time, we shall succeed in altering your opinion." Then he growled an order to his men in his own language. They grinned and sniggered before they set to work ... When they did, they stripped the Poacher. They didn't bother taking off her clothes properly, which would have been difficult in any case, with her arms already tied so thickly behind her. They just ripped the things off her body. The Jungle Princess, as she watched, was taken aback by their ferocity and retreated a couple steps. "Oh my," she gasped. It only took them a few seconds. All the Poacher had was the skintight blouse and those equally close-fitting shorts. Both items shredded like tissue paper. She had on no bra, but a bright yellow thong was revealed beneath her shorts. They ripped that away. The man that snatched it tied it around the end of his spear as a trophy.

She had very sharp, distinct tan lines. Her torso, except for a strip down the middle, and her hips, her crotch and the upper thirds of both thighs were like ivory or marble, almost shockingly white in contrast to the stretches of her skin that saw the sun. Her arms up to the shoulders, her face and her neck and that brown band down her cleavage. Her spiked nipples looked almost black in contrast to the snowy mounds they stood upon. Her pubes were black, matching the hair on her head. The bush was shaved very neat and narrow into a perfect arrowhead, pointing at her clit, which had a gold stud piece through the hood. The Jungle Princess was very struck by the shine of the thing, and by her labia, which were larger than average, dangling very low and jiggling between her thighs every time she moved, even slightly. Her pussy was a flower of large crimson petals. The near constant wobbles of those droopy petals was the kind of thing that could have hypnotized the Jungle Princess, if she didn't take care.

The men left her hat on, as a mockery, and they didn't bother removing her shooting gloves either. Both the hat and the gloves only emphasized the stark exposure of the rest of her. All the significant sensitive parts. They would have left her boots, for the same reason, if the Jungle Princess hadn't suggested otherwise. Her instincts were correct. She could tell from how she pursed her lips that Alexandria was far more bothered by the loss of her sturdy footwear than all the rest. It was only when her pale, unprotected toes were scrunching in the dirt that she began to feel vulnerable. Her feet were slim with long well-shaped toes and trim but unpainted nails. They were nice looking feminine feet, and they were so bright white, as was the lower portions of her sleek athletic calves, it almost seemed she still had a pair of socks on. She shuddered and thick streams of sweat dribbled down her face. They dribbled down every part of her, in fact. Her pussy clenched, an involuntary defensive spasm. Everyone could see that it had, because you saw its droopy petals flex up and inward.

Watching that put a troublesome lump in the throat of the Jungle Princess. She wasn't fully conscious of it, but her own pussy clenched in sympathy.

Big Boom himself knotted a leash around the Poacher's throat. "There will be a reckoning for this," she told him through clenched teeth, as he tightened the knot, "I promise you that."

He just smirked and passed the end of the rope to another man to hold, turning his attention back to the Jungle Princess.

"Um," she said, when he was facing her, "Nobody has got around to untying me yet." She turned her back to him and bent slightly, displaying her bound arms. "Would you cut me loose now so I can put my clothes on?" Actually she still wore her loincloth, only it had got twisted on its strings around her hips so it wasn't screening the places it was intended to screen.

"No," was his answer, "Not just yet." He put a hand on her shoulder and spun her back around. His hand moved to her chin to straighten her posture, and then it drifted down across the front of her body.
"Hey! What are you doing? You mustn't do that!"

He only smirked, the same smirk he'd just given the Poacher, and caressed her breasts ... and then her belly ... and then her mound. It was not, in fact, the first time he had got to touch her in that fashion, or in many others. Though a considerable time had passed since then, it was plain that he remembered all the best ways to touch her. His fingertips teased her opening, and then he flicked right on her clit. She jumped and yelped. When she jumped, it was violent enough that the strings of her loincloth jiggled loose completely the whole thing dropped down her legs around her ankles in a bunch.

She was naked. His hand was on her pussy, and he wasn't going to untie her.

"This wasn't part of the deal! You and I made a deal!"

"We did. But I'm not going to let you go."

"That's not fair! That's not honorable! How dare you act this way? You're betraying me!"

"Yes," he admitted, "You are very attractive, Jungle Princess. As fine a prize as the Poacher. I cannot let you slip away."

"But you don't need me! You have her! You can do anything you want to her!"

"We can and we will. But you will be with her. You will have to share her burdens of service. Consider the mathematics, Jungle Princess, from my perspective. One beautiful slave, or two? Only a fool would choose the former, surely."

Behind him, the Poacher burst into laughter. She laughed so hard her hat fell off. The man holding her leash retrieved it from the ground and carefully, almost lovingly positioned back on her head at a stylish angle.

"Please don't do this to me! I beg you!" It was deeply humiliating to plead so piteously like that in front of the Poacher. But she had no other option. "You're spoiling my victory! I thought I'd finally got the better of her, once and for all. I thought I'd finally proven which of us was boss. But now ... Oh God, this is terrible! It's all going to be ruined. If you do this, I won't have beaten her anymore! Look at her laughing! You're making a fool of me! You've turned me into a pitiful joke!"

"No, Jungle Princess. Do not disparage yourself. You are no joke. You are a prize to be treasured! Both of you, equally! I promise you, both of you women will make wonderful slaves! You have much pleasure to look forward to. Oh, so much pleasure. You know I speak the truth. You have experienced it before. Remember how it was. Do not sorrow, do not despair. Think instead of all the wonderful pleasures your lovely body will soon be receiving, once we've made it back to our village."

"No! Please no! Please! Let me go! You have to let me go! We had a deal! This isn't right! This isn't fair! Listen to me! This is dishonorable! You must set me free!"

But he wouldn't. His fingers continued to toy with her crotch. When she tried backing away from him, another warrior grabbed her arms from behind and held her in place. Big Boom's fingers probed further. She gasped and squealed, raising herself on tiptoe, for that was the only way left to evade his touch. Except it didn't—all he had to do was lift his hand. Squeezing her thighs together couldn't stop him either. In fact it only made her feelings more intense. So she widened her legs instead. That didn't work any better.

"Oh stop! Stoppit! Please! Everyone's watching! Everyone's watching and I can't bear it!"

"Don't be embarrassed, Jungle Princess. You're adorable."

"I won't give in! I refuse! I refuse to give in to this!"

"Fair enough, if you don't want to," he said, with an encouraging nod, "Show me. Show us all. Try your best." His hand kept working her. It was excruciating. All her strength dissolved, and then the last pitiful vestiges of her pride. It only took a few more moments.

"Ohh! Ohhhoohh!" She kept her eyes locked on Big-Boom's, so she wouldn't have to see the expression on the Poacher's face. She bounced on the balls of her feet, her hips thrusting against his hand of their own accord. She couldn't help it—she couldn't stop! The fingers moving inside of her made nasty squelchy sounds. It wasn't really his fingers, though—it was her pussy making the sounds. And it felt ... It could not be named. There was no word for the feelings his touch made her feel, because they were the most dreadful and the most wonderful, all boiled together at once. Nothing could stand against this. "Please, if you don't stop ... you'll make me ... please don't make me ... with everyone watching! Ohhoohh it's not fair! You can't do this me! I can't hold back! Please don't do this to me!"

"Very well," he said, and took away his fingers. It wasn't quite the relief it should have been—he'd pushed her too far, right to the teetering brink. When the stimulus broke off, it was agonizing. She wanted to scream but couldn't—she could scarcely breathe. She nearly fainted.

"Wait! Wait a second!" Now she was furious. Enraged—also desperate. "You can't just—Hey! Wait!"

He didn't. He'd already turned his back and walked away. His warriors followed, pulling the nude Poacher behind them. She looked over her shoulder at the Jungle Princess and stuck out her tongue at her. Another man was fitting a leash around the Jungle Princess's neck. "Don't leash me, please. You don't need to leash me like an animal. I'll go with you. I have no choice. You don't have to put a leash on me like you did to her!" The man ignored her, tugging the loop tight, very scratchy on her neck and her chin. "This isn't fair! I had a plan! A good plan! It's all ruined!" Soon as he was finished, he would drag her after the rest of the party. There was nothing she could do. She was doomed! Doomed!

Except ... Where the heck had Sidekick got to? The other girl was nowhere to be seen! The cords that had tied her to the tree trunk were scattered loose around its roots. She must have worked herself free! Sheesh! If she could do that, why didn't she do it earlier before all the Jungle Princess's careful plans went awry? The little fool must have snuck off while nobody was paying attention to her! And she'd abandoned the Jungle Princess to her fate! Wow! What a move! Darn the girl!

She knew in her heart she was being unfair. She knew Sidekick would try to rescue her, soon as she could figure out a good strategy. She'd done that several times before. You could always count on her to come through in the end. You just needed to have some patience and some faith. You just needed to grit your teeth bide your time.

Sidekick would save her, eventually. One way or another. Great. That was really great to know. And yet, it provided little tangible comfort. For in the meantime ... Crud. Her thighs were drenched and sticky. Her nipples ached, and inside her crotch ached just as bad, or worse. There was little doubt in the Jungle Princess's mind, she was seriously screwed. Or rather, she was just about to be. There was no way left to avoid it. No chance in hell. She was naked and helpless with a leash choking her neck. And she was so worked up. Her whole body, boiling. Her heart thundered and her stomach wrenched and she could barely catch her breath. These men had absolute control over her now. Streaks of pussyjuice had leaked down her legs all the way to her ankles. She groaned and then she whimpered, and the man pulling her leash looked back when he heard her and nodded and grinned. Yep, she was seriously screwed.

3.

The Boom Boom village was encircled with tall thorn bushes, rendering it just about invisible from outside, except when rising streams of cooking smoke gave away the location. The Jungle Princess had never figured out if the bushes were actually planted in the ground as a permanent hedge, or if they were only dead bundles of branches that the men had piled up. It had two openings. They used no gates, but had made both passages dog-legged, if that was the correct phrase, so they were hard to spot and easy to defend.

Their chief was quite tubby. He looked as big as a hippo! When Big Boom presented the captives to him, he clapped his hands and kicked his feet like a huge happy baby. How wonderful it felt to be the source of such delight. The Jungle Princess tried to take a bold stance in the center of the room, with her chin held high in defiance. So many eyes were staring at her, they seemed to scorch her skin.

"I solemnly vow before all of you, one day your entire tribe shall deeply regret the treachery you have committed in bringing me here against my will!"

Onlookers whistled and applauded approvingly. They didn't mind her show of defiance. All part of the game. The chief went so far as to salute her with his drinking gourd before guzzling from it. She shivered at the prospect of ... humping the man.

Then it was the Poacher's turn to be presented. An expectant hush fell over the surrounding crowd. The Jungle Princess wasn't sure how Alexandria would play the situation. The tack she took was quite shocking. She went just about entirely the opposite direction from the Jungle Princess. No speech. No protests. No curses.

She jerked her head sharply to one side, so her hat flew off out of the way. Then she knelt down and bowed before the chief until her forehead bounced on the floor. When she straightened back up, she only raised herself half way. She kept her head bent, but after a few seconds she lifted her eyes and kept them fixed on the chief's. Her expression was very serious, very intense. Then she started to approach him, scooching slowly but steadily towards him on her knees. Her breasts swayed dramatically as she progressed. It took her quite a while to get herself all the way over to him. It must have been painful and hard to keep her balance at the angle she had chosen for herself, with her arms still bound so tight behind her. But she persevered. And when she had finally crept close enough to reach him, she bowed all the way forward again, in order to kiss his hideous splayed feet. Then she lifted enough to kiss his shins, and then his knees ... She pushed them further apart as she did, and scooched herself closer between them. By this point, the chief knew what she was up to. He pulled aside his loincloth and his dingus popped out against her forehead. For a moment she put her head back to face the sky, as if to measure the full length of his manhood horizontally across her entire face, chin to forehead, her nose canted slightly left to keep it out of the way. This measuring move seemed to instantly encourage further growth. It was like a conjuring trick. She said, "My, my!" as if surprised and even impressed, and then straightened her head, opened her mouth for him, and took all he had, down to the root. Her eyes locked with his, she bobbed her head on him and moaned as she did. It was a hungry-sounding moan. Her breasts hung all the way to her knees and swayed dramatically. The chief didn't put his hands on her. He didn't try to steer her. He sat back and shut his eyes, with his mouth hanging open and drool leaking down his chin.

It was quite a performance. Absolute and unrestrained submission. And yet doing it the way she did, with such commitment and elegance, she'd somehow eluded disgrace. Instead she'd taken complete command of the scenario. She showed no fear and no humiliation, the entire time.

For the Jungle Princess, it was devastating. She'd thought she'd get to see her haughty arch-enemy reduced to a groveling wreckage. Instead Alexandria pretty much gave her the finger. Not just her, everybody in the room, which equated to all the warriors and elders of the village. And she'd done it without doing it. The Boom Boom's had torn away every scrap of clothing, but they couldn't remove a single scrap of the bitch's dignity. God, it was impressive. (The Jungle Princess also sternly reminded herself she never used the b-word, never ever no matter what, even when it was entirely fitting for the female she was thinking of. When you have moral standards, you stick to them, no exceptions, no excuses!) Alexandria had kept them from defeating her or destroying her, and she pulled that off by giving these mean jerks everything they wanted from her as if she didn't give two craps. Maybe she truly didn't. But how was that possible? Perhaps it wasn't. Perhaps the Poacher was just a real good actor. Just much, much better than the Jungle Princess at disguising herself.

The Jungle Princess knew it wasn't a strategy she could emulate. She didn't have that in her. She wouldn't know how to begin. She could never shrug such actions off like Alexandria just had. She couldn't even pretend to, if that was all she'd really done. No way. It was beyond her. Such acts have real and profound power. To kneel before a man. To crawl, naked. To kneel in bondage before an enemy. To suck his horrid smelly dingus. To swallow his seed, or worse, allow him to shower it across your blushing face, as a display of conquest. Such gross things really did matter to her. They had intense and indeed shattering significance. She felt them too deeply. Perhaps that was the Poacher's secret. Perhaps she really didn't feel those things. Perhaps she was incapable. It gave her an advantage in their current situation.

Even so, the Jungle Princess would never be like her, and she would never want to be. If, or rather when, she found herself once again captured and tormented and exploited, by God, she would go on dealing with it as she always had. She would accept the rough with the smooth, since that was the price that must be paid. She wanted to feel it. Really feel it. All of it, every time, every moment. Because she wanted all of it, all the good and all the bad, to count. She needed all of her worst dangerous experiences and all her stupid reckless choices to matter afterwards, if only in her own head. Or else it seemed nothing would, nothing ever, nothing at all.

4.

On one side of the village, a hut stood apart that was larger than all the rest except for the chief's, painted blood red, and its roof was decorated with animal skulls. This was a kind of clubhouse for the tribe's warriors. Thick, hairy hides curtained the doorway, whereas the rest of the huts used only strands of beads. No children were allowed inside, and no women. The women of the village had a clubhouse of their own on the opposite end, but it was quite a bit smaller and shabbier, despite the fact the women actually outnumbered the men.

And it turned out the no-women rule applied only to village women. The Jungle Princess and the Poacher could be brought in, because as mere captives they didn't count as proper women. Bringing them in was evidently the same as bringing in dogs. How flattering.

It was a filthy place, dreadfully hot and smoky and stinky. The warriors lounged in a circle around a firepit, scratching themselves, belching and farting as they drained countless gourds of alcohol, which they liked to throw at each other whenever one was empty. Most sprawled on the ground on rugs, but for the elite there were a few benches made from split logs and draped with leather. Big Boom had claimed one and he had Alexandria beside him. The Jungle Princess was with another guy on the bench opposite them.

Neither girl was sitting upright like the men. They were perched sideways on the benches, on their hands and knees, with their bare asses sticking up in the air and their heads bent to the men's laps. Their mouths were stuffed full, and not with food. Neither of them was bound any longer. The Jungle Princess's hair was being held by the man she serviced. She noticed when she glanced across the firepit, Big Boom didn't do that to the Poacher. Instead he was fingering her as she sucked him. It made the Jungle Princess squirm with envy. She wished her guy would touch her like that instead of pulling too hard on hair. Better yet, she wished she could trade places with Alexandria. Big Boom was far better looking than her guy. And they had heavy history with each other. It was messed up, but she couldn't help feeling offended that he had picked Alexandria over her. The guy she was sucking instead, he was just some guy. Why did this loser get the privilege of using her, over all the other men? What had he ever done that made him so special? Why wasn't he touching her pussy, or better yet, taking the opportunity to nail her for real? What was the matter with him?

She had no idea what his name was, and no interest in finding out. The whole group of guys were chattering and laughing a lot. Sidekick would have understood them and possibly Alexandria could as well. It was all just gibberish to the Jungle Princess, giving her a headache. Whatever the heck they were saying, they kept getting louder and rowdier.

Since the selfish guy refused to give her any reciprocal stimulation, she started to get rather bored. She started spacing out. Sucking cock doesn't take much concentration, especially when the guy is holding your head and moving you up and down, completely controlling the rhythm. Also the Jungle Princess had a great deal of experience with the procedure. She could probably do as good a job in her sleep. Which got closer and closer to happening. The man didn't bob her head with any urgency. Off and on, he would sigh with contentment, but no passion. He was in no hurry to get done. She slipped further and further into a mindless trance.

It was different on the other side. Alexandria had Big Boom real worked up. He threw his head back and started hollering. Which jolted the Jungle Princess from her stupor. She swiveled her eyes in his direction again as much as she could. She couldn't get a very clear view, since the grip on her hair wouldn't let her turn her head, and the flames of the firepit danced high enough to obscure her line of sight. Far as she could tell, the Poacher no longer had his dingus in her mouth. She was using her hand on it, instead. She was still wearing her dark shooting gloves, the only personal items she had left. (More than the Jungle Princess had retained, except for her little necklace of teeth.) Seemed oddly appropriate, those gloves. And while she cranked him, she was tonguing his balls, or possibly she was sticking her tongue some place else further down. The Jungle Princess couldn't see for sure. Whatever she was doing, it did the trick. Big Boom exploded like a volcano. And none of it got on the Poacher! Not a drop! She managed to make him shoot it all up across his own chest. When it was over, she straightened up with the most triumphant smile imaginable, and scarcely a trace of saliva on her chin. Her loose ponytail wasn't even hardly mussed. She looked over at the Jungle Princess, and noticed her watching. That made the evil woman chuckle. And then she whispered something in Big Boom's ear.

He nodded and called out instructions, gesturing toward her over the fire. The Jungle Princess had no clue what he wanted. Whatever it was, it was clearly the Poacher's idea. Since he wasn't speaking English, she realized he wasn't really talking to her, but to the man she was blowing. Who didn't argue with him. From the tone, she could tell the answer he gave was along the lines of "Sir, yes sir!"

He pulled her face away from his thing, which was a nice relief, for a moment. The relief was short-lived. The guy moved her further over top of him and pressed her flat until her upturned butt was centered across his lap. She was lying right on top his thing and it got bent sideways between her belly and his thigh. Her weight must have been kind of squashing it and she was surprised it didn't hurt him, at that angle. It must not have; the guy evidently liked the feeling. He never reached under there and adjusted himself. All he did, with a cruel giggle, was proceed to smack her bottom, and not just once. He gave her a spanking, like she was a kid. It was a very slow and drawn-out spanking, with a long pause between each strike. Each one, though, was as hard as he could make it. Serious thunderclaps. Hard as she tried, she couldn't keep quiet.
"Ahhaarrahhhh! God! God dang it! Yooowww!"

She wriggled and kicked. He didn't let her get away. She knew she must look pathetic, and Alexandia was watching and no doubt gloating in her heart.

"Why are you doing this? Wait! Stop! Ahhaahhuughh! What did I do wrong? I didn't do anything wrong! I wasn't disobedient! It's not fair! This is no fair! Owww! Shi—SHOOT! No more!"

Big Boom roared with laughter, slapping his knee. All the other men joined in. Alexandria didn't laugh, but she looked very satisfied, very proud. And somehow there was no self-consciousness in the way she sat on the bench. She seemed perfectly at ease. It was like she didn't notice she was naked. How could she pull that off? Surrounded by all these horny stinking brutes? Once again the heartless shameless witch was totally showing her up, and there was nothing the Jungle Princess could do about it! Even worse, as the spanking dragged on and on, she burst into tears. She was gonna die from the humiliation! It was all too much to bear!

"Please stop! Tell him to stop! I can't take it anymore! I'll do anything! I beg you, all of you! Mercy! Please! I'll do anything! Alexandria, make him stop! Tell them to stop! Please tell them!"

Alexandria whispered something else to Big Boom. He thought it over, then nodded. "The Outsider is very much more pleasing to me than you," he said, "A superior woman. Is it not so?"

"Don't make me say that. Please, not that. Anything but that. Yaahhaahhuugghh! Okay! Okay! It is so! It is so! Ahhaahhhuugghh! The Outsider is superior! She's superior to me! In every way! She is! She is! I confess it! Even as a slave, she's superior!"

The Jungle Princess told herself it didn't really count that she had said this horsepoo. Because she had been forced. She didn't say it because she believed it. She said it because she couldn't put up with the spanking anymore. Except then her own logic turned against her, a little. Because Alexandria herself was responsible for the spanking, even though she was enslaved the same as the Jungle Princess. That was irrefutable. Somehow she had still managed to take charge of the situation. Being able to do what she'd done was pretty darn superior. Crud! Maybe it was true after all. What if it was really true? How was she supposed to deal with that?

"Guuahhaarh! I said it! I said what you wanted! She's superior to me! Now please, no more spanking! Please no more! Alexandria, I'm sorry I got you captured! I should never have dared! I should have let you take me to your estate like you planned. Because you're superior! You really are! I swear it! I swear I mean it! Now please have mercy on me!"

Again Alexandria whispered a suggestion in Big Boom's ear. Again he was pleased with the notion and immediately passed it on to the Jungle Princess's tormentor.

So the spanking finally abated. Instead, still keeping her pinned across his lap, the horrible man dug his hand between her thighs and started tickling her pussy. At the same time, his thumb made circles around her butthole. It clenched in response, and tingled, and burned inside. Her pussy did the same thing, of course.

This stuff was equally agonizing. Even if it didn't hurt, it was still torture of the cruellest kind. She squirmed and kicked and wailed just as much as for the spanking. She couldn't stop herself, hard as she tried. It wasn't possible to keep still or keep quiet. The only change, she no longer begged for it to cease.

Big Boom asked: "You like that better, Jungle Princess?"

She didn't respond directly. She dared not admit it outloud. But she was on the brink of coming ... She shut her eyes and let her head droop, moaning.

They didn't like it, evidently. The man grabbed her hair to drag her head back so everyone could still see her face, and then he went right back to spanking her, hard as he could. She'd been just about to go over the edge—and then the pleasure cut off and pain took its place. God oh God, how unfair! Only the shock was so sudden and so intense, she nearly climaxed regardless, like her body couldn't keep the difference straight anymore. It didn't quite happen, though. Close—darn close—but no cigar.

"Noohhoohh! No more! Please! Pretty please! Have mercy! I swear to you, I'll do anything! I beg for mercy! Alexandria, make it stop! I said what you wanted! What else do you need? Please, Alexandria! You are superior! You win! I can't take anymore! You're superior! Ohhooh please please please!"

Alexandria didn't reply. Big Boom did. "You must prove you mean it, Slave. Words are not enough. You will pleasure her as if she was not a slave. You will pleasure her with your tongue as if she was your master. She is not your master. The Outsider is still a slave. But she is better than you. She is a superior slave to you. So you must serve her as you serve us. You must pleasure her. While your true masters observe and judge your performance. Take heed, Slave. If you fail, if you cannot satisfy her, you will be punished far worse than you are being punished now. And it will be she who gets to administer the punishment!"

"Please no! Don't let her hurt me! No more! I'll do what she wants! I swear I'll do a good job! Please don't let her torture me!"

"It is in your hands, Slave. Or rather, your tongue."

The Jungle Princess did what they wanted. She had no choice. She was shoved off the other guy's lap, and then crawled around the fire pit with her head drooping in disgrace to where Alexandria waited on the bench with those long, graceful legs of hers spread wide. The Jungle Princess put her face between them, stuck out her tongue and went to work. Slurp-slurp-slurp. And she made sure to put real effort into it. She couldn't get away with faking the job. She was surprised by the taste of metal, on the tip of her tongue. Then she remembered the piercing Alexandria had down there. She concentrated all her licks on that tiny gold ring.

Alexandria lifted her knees and braced the arches of her slender feet on the Jungle Princess's shoulders, and she gathered up all the Jungle Princess's hair in both gloved hands, to keep it out of their way. Her face reddened and her nostrils flared. Her toes flexed and her legs quivered. She started to pant, her breasts heaving. "Yes. Yes. Lick that cunt, Jungle Slut! Lick it good! Show me that saucy mouth of yours is good for something! Yes, that's nice. Very nice indeed. You know what? I always knew this would happen eventually. First time I saw you, I knew it was just a matter of time before I had you on your knees for me, doing this, exactly like you're doing now. I admit, I didn't imagine we would have an audience. I would prefer it was just the two of us. I wouldn't have guessed I would have to suck off a filthy savage as the price for putting you in your place. So you scored a few points for yourself, I'll grant you that. Still, the victory is mine. The price is paid, and I'm not gonna let these less-than-ideal circumstances spoil our moment. I love the hatred in your eyes when you look at me from down there. Your eyes are the best part! Holy shit, I'm already about to come. Ahhaahhuuggh ... Your tongue is wonderful, Jungle Bitch! God yes! You're gonna make me squirt all over your face, you magnificent slut! Ahhh yes! It's coming! I'm close now! So fucking close! It's incredible! Nobody's ever brought me off this good! Jesus, it's still building. I can't believe how much it's building. Ohhh fuck. Fuck! Here it comes! Here it comes! Are you ready? Are you ready for me? Yuuhhuughhhnn!"

But in spite of what she had claimed, the moment was slightly spoiled for her after all, because even as she was getting off, several of the observing men in the hut had reached their peak at the very same moment. Alexandria hadn't taken notice of all the jerking off that was happening around them. She'd willfully blocked them all out. Thus, in the midst of her orgasm, she was entirely unprepared for a bunch of cocks discharging at her from all directions. She was drenched by them, and so was the Jungle Princess kneeling before her. Though most of her drenching spewed from Alexandria, not the men. In any case, both got equally covered. Alexandria shrieked and squirmed in disgust when she saw the mess that had been plastered all over her body. At long last, the Jungle Princess finally got to see her lose her poise and freak out a bit, and it was glorious. It made the Jungle Princess come.

Big Boom commanded them to lick each other clean. Alexandria was pissed, but she recognized that she wouldn't be able to dissuade him. The two women lay together face to face on the rugs and got busy.

"Please," the Jungle Princess whispered as she licked the goo from the Poacher's breasts, "I need to come so bad now." She didn't mention that she just had. It had been nice but just one of those little quick ones that only leave a girl craving a bigger one as soon as possible. "Please, Alexandria. Please! Make me come. Please, will you make me come?" She knew later on she would very much regret begging her adversary this shamefully. In the heat of the moment, she would do whatever was necessary, no matter how embarrassing. She grabbed one of the Poacher's wrists and steered the hand to her pussy.

Alexandria scowled and jerked her hand free. But then as the Jungle Princess rubbed her thigh on the Poacher's pussy, she shuddered and groaned and said "Oh, what the hell. Since you asked me so politely." She pressed their sticky bodies closer together, then plunged her fingers where the Jungle Princess needed them. Their rough leather covering made it a strange, whole new sensation. "You just better scream for me, and scream real good, you hot little bitch."

Without a qualm, the Jungle Princess obeyed.

Eventually, one way or another, she knew she would escape this village, and soon. The next day or the day after, Sidekick would figure out a way to rescue her, or some other opportunity would present itself. They always did, in time. Surely the Poacher would also regain her freedom. Perhaps they would end up working together to get loose. She wondered what shape their relationship would take after this ... what should she call it? This ... misadventure. More than likely, everything would go pretty much back to how it started. Neither of them would want anything different. Neither of them would be willing to forgive the other. So, soon their ongoing game would just reset. To make that work, they'd both have to act like none of this messy wildness had ever happened. It would be a sort of unspoken truce, limited to this single episode.

Yes, a reset seemed inevitable, and indeed, vital. The only way for them both to restore their dignity, after going this far together. The Jungle Princess wondered how many more times this evil superior villainess was gonna get to screw her brains out in this filthy village before they both got out and made it to that stage. And vice frigging versa. This was an impulse unworthy of a Jungle Princess; all the same, she was hoping for a pretty good size number. Double digits.

5.

Several days had passed. Liberation, alas, had not yet arrived.

It was early in the morning, rather hazy, and Alexandria and the Jungle Princess faced each other in a circle of sand in an open space in front of the chief's hut. They were playing a game, a ritualized mock duel that they had been made to play twice before. Their right arms were both attached at the wrist by short lengths of separate cord to the top of a wooden staken in the center of the circle. The cords allowed them to move freely around the stake, provided they took care not to cross and tangle their cords, but only a couple paces away from it when the cords were stretched to their fullest extent. They were constrained within the circle. In their left hands, they had lightweight, flexible wooden rods, a little longer than their own arms. These were their weapons, to whack each other with. Both were still stark naked. Even the shooting gloves had finally been taken from the Poacher, and the Jungle Princess had lost her necklace. Alexandria's body was tan all over now, and her hair hung entirely loose, the same as the Jungle Princess's always did. Both of them bore faint reddish stripes criss-crossed over their bronzed bodies, mainly on their breasts and their asses, but in other places too. These were the marks from their previous duels.

For a long period, they only circled each other, back and forth, every footstep cautious as stalking cats. The hardpacked sand beneath their soles still retained some cool moisture from the night. The first strike finally came from the Jungle Princess. The Poacher deflected it with her rod, then struck back. The Jungle Princess couldn't block that one, or dodge. The rod cracked over both her nipples.

She screamed and stumbled backwards, tripped and fell on her ass. The Poacher waited for her to return to her feet, then attacked. The Jungle Princess parried, but the Poacher gave her rod a quick twist, and forced the other rod clean out of the Jungle Princess's hand. It flew far away across the village, twirling. The Jungle Princess wailed and groped after it uselessly. This wasn't the first time the Poacher had disarmed her in that fashion. And as she stood stupidly like that with her empty hand in the air and her back turned, the Poacher delivered another brutal swipe across her butt. Once again, she screamed her head off, then dropped to her knees, her head slumped.

"You win. Again, you win."

The Poacher lashed her bowed, cringing shoulder blades.

"Ahhaahhuuggh! Hey! I just surrendered! You're not allowed to hit me after I give in!"

"You have to face me when you say it. Turn around and face me."

She swung around, but stayed on her knees in the sand. She rubbed her smarting ass and wouldn't look Alexandria in the eye. "You won. I am beaten."

The Poacher stuck the end of her rod at the Jungle Princess's mouth. "Kiss it."

The Jungle Princess did. "You always win. It's not fair."

"It's perfectly fair," the Poacher answered, "You want to win? Fight better! Turn back around and stick your ass out."

"Wait a moment. Just wait." The Jungle Princess spit on the end of the Poacher's stick a couple times, then spread it around with her tongue until the whole tip was coated with foamy slobber, as much as she could produce.

"That's enough," said the Poacher, "Take your position. Hold yourself open for me. Spread those cheeks as wide as you can."

"Don't you hit me again! It's not allowed."

"I'm not going to. You know what comes next. Hurry up, all the men watching us are getting impatient. Put your butt up higher. You can go higher than that! I can't see your pussy enough to do this right. Widen your legs. Don't close your eyes. Watch my stick. Watch where it goes."

It wasn't comfortable, because of their arms being tied together. Since Alexandria stayed upright, tall as she was, it meant the one arm had to be twisted up painfully behind her, when the Jungle Princess bent over as ordered.

Slowly, carefully, she poked the rounded tip of the rod into the Jungle Princess where she felt it the most. The Jungle Princess screamed and shuddered in the sand, her toes curling tight. Alexandria pushed the rod a good ways deeper. She pumped it up and down, building up speed. She fucked the Jungle Princess with it.

"Ahhaahhaarggh! Uhhuugghhnn! It's too rough! Don't do it so rough! Please! Yaahhaahhuuggh!"

"Just go on and come for me, you loser bitch! It's the only thing you're good for! Come for me! Come now!"

She did. She couldn't have stopped herself, even if she'd wanted to. She felt guilty, knowing that she didn't. The guilt made her come harder.

Alexandria removed the rod and the Jungle Princess fell limp, curling up on her side like a fetus.

"Enjoy the rest of your day," said the Poacher.

Men jogged over to take away their rods and release them from the stake. As the victor, Alexandria would be allowed to spend the rest of the day in privacy, secluded in a hut. For the loser, she was led only a short distance to a simple chunky wooden framework on a low platform. It was a set of stocks, a pillory. The Jungle Princess was fastened into them. Two boards with three half circles cut into them were fitted around her neck and both her wrists on either side of her head. Another matched pair of boards clasped her ankles, forcing her to maintain a shoulder-width stance. The framework could be configured in different ways. The last time she was put in the stocks, they had kept her upright. This time they put her in a kneeling pose, and bent over. It was not comfortable. It got worse and worse the longer you had to stay in the thing, especially with the sun blazing down on you.

After they finished putting the horrible contraption together, a gourd of water was presented to her lips. She drank as much as they'd give her. Then all the men just walked away.

"Wait! Wait! Don't leave yet! Aren't you going to have sex with me? Come back! Come back and have sex with me!"

All the earlier times, men had been lining up to pound her as the stocks were still being assembled. When they got started, they didn't let up on her for hours. But it seemed no one was keen that day. She'd been on offer like this too many times, probably. They wanted it to be Alexandria, for a change. That was never going to happen. She was too darn good with those nasty sticks. The Jungle Princess had got in a nice number of solid hits, the first time they were made to play the game, and put several nice stripes on her nemesis. Those had been grand moments. Still, Alexandria bested her in the end. And every time they played another match, she won quicker than the last one. It was dang depressing.

Possibly the Jungle Princess hadn't been trying as hard as she could have. If she was honest with herself. The promised reward of a private day of rest had little appeal for her. She'd only get bored and frustrated. Losing like she kept doing made the days pass faster. The first part of it was a nice start, when the rod that had beaten her was used to screw her. Afterward, the men kept her busy almost the whole time. So much sex the stocks had never got much of a chance to hurt. Her trapped body was always too occupied with coming, again and again and again.

The thought of being ignored all day instead was frankly petrifying. She couldn't face it. "Please! Please! Someone fu—someone mate with me! Won't any of you mate with me?" That was a very worrying sign. The men had worn her down enough she almost used the f-word! She'd just barely caught herself! Everything physical they did to her, or made her do to them, she couldn't be blamed for, no matter how nasty those things might be, because she was a helpless prisoner. But if she let herself use foul language, then it meant her moral character would have fallen to their level. Which must never happen! "At least let me suck one of you! Someone come over here and give me a ... a cock to suck!" Cock wasn't quite a bad word; at least not super bad. "Let me suck a cock! I beg you! Anyone! Please! Don't neglect me! Please, the boards are starting to hurt! I need distraction! I need cock! I'm a good sex slave, aren't I? Don't any of you like me anymore?"

Big Boom walked up and put a finger to her lips. "Hush." Then he went away again.

"No! Come back! I haven't got to come in hours! I haven't got to come since last night!" Which wasn't true, but it may as well have been. It really felt like she hadn't come for hours. "I need sex! Don't you understand what you all have done to me? You can't make me have sex a hundred times for day after day and then just quit, for no reason. That's not fair! I'll go crazy! I'm burning inside! My ... my pussy! You make my pussy burn, all of you! Every day! Every moment! Please, someone! Anyone! Have pity on me!" If she had the use of her hands, she would have fingered herself. But that avenue of relief was denied to her. She must await the interest of her masters. Or just go without, if her displayed body no longer enticed them. But why? Wasn't she still beautiful? Didn't her holes feel good anymore? How could all of them be entirely bored with her already? It was madness!
Unless perhaps this was meant as a new test, or a new game. It certainly succeeded in reinforcing her helplessness. The total and unquestionable dominance of her masters. She was awestruck by it. Yes, surely that was the lesson she was meant to learn. Well, she was learning it, and it only made her more desperate to serve them. To worship them. If she failed to please them, this was what she got. They would simply ignore her and leave her dangling, consumed with unfulfilled lust. It was agonizing.

"Please forgive me, Masters! Please give me another chanceI I didn't mean to let you down! I didn't realize I was failing to satisfy you enough! I promise to try to serve you better! I swear that I will, if only one of you mighty warriors will take pity on me!"

And then Alexandria walked over, with Big Boom. Alexandria was wearing a short white tunic. They had let her put clothes on, as if she had rights! God, seeing her like that made the Jungle Princess even more wretched. "I'm telling you, I'm just sick of listening to her. She's so loud you hear her carrying on and on all over the village. I can't get to sleep. I can't enjoy my private time. Enough is enough. If no one feels like fucking the bitch today, just let her out of the goddamn stocks."

"Only if you take her place."

She blanched, and the Jungle Princess could tell she almost stormed back to the hut she'd been assigned, but then she stopped herself. Her chin jutted. "All right, whatever. Have it your way." She shucked the tunic off over her head and flung it at Big Boom's face. How could she give up the covering so easy, like that? Didn't she appreciate how precious it was, for the likes of them? Yet she tossed it away like a used napkin. "Here. Let's do this. Swap her out."

"You do not address me with the proper respect, Slave."

"Don't I? Well, am I supposed to apologize? And if I won't? Do something about it."

Many warriors were already gathering.

The Jungle Princess was set loose from the stocks. Alexandria the Poacher went into them. Her expression was fierce and determined. Men started to rush her; Big Boom called them off. He wanted to go first, and he did.

"Christ," Alexandria said, as he stuck himself into her, "You're a big bloody brute, aren't you? Christ." But she was only muttering, when she said these things. There was a little catch in her voice, a little bit of strain, but she certainly didn't holler or groan, like the Jungle Princess would have needed to.

As he pumped her from behind, working up his pace, and Alexandria began to respond a little more vividly with grunts and gasps, he looked at the Jungle Princess and said "Go to the hut. Sleep."

But the Jungle Princess stayed put. She wanted to keep watching him defile the Poacher. She wanted to see if he could make her come in front of all the other people standing around. And as she watched, since no one did anything to prevent her, she hunkered down and fingered herself. It wasn't what she wanted but it sure as heck felt a lot better than nothing. After a while, a man moved over to her and grabbed her other arm and made her jerk his cock. Another man on her other side rubbed his cock against her cheek. Oh sure, now that she was out of the stocks, suddenly the warriors stopped treating her like she was invisible. She opened her mouth and let him jam it in. When she glanced up at his face, he wasn't looking at her. His eyes were fixated on Alexandria, and the same was true of the other guy making her stroke him! They were only making use of her out of convenience! Well, sheesh. That made her feel pretty low. She'd thought she'd bottomed out already, and long ago, but no. There were further depths awaiting her, it turned out, and she felt herself sinking into them.

She focused again on Alexandria, like everybody else in the whole darn village was doing. The Poacher's eyes met hers. Their gazes locked. Electricity crackled through the space between them. Imaginary or not, it nearly knocked the Jungle Princess backward.

Alexandria didn't look so determined any longer. She looked startled. She looked overwhelmed.

The Jungle Princess could definitely relate.

It occurred to her that all this time in the village she had never seen the Poacher having sex, except with her. Alexandria had always found a way to weasel out of it, one way or another. She had only taken cocks in her mouth, and neither of the other places your body felt them so much stronger.

That was no longer true. It was quite spectacular to watch.

Her eyes were bulging. Her hands were clenched into fists and her toes had curled. Big Boom was pounding her hard enough to make the whole framework sway and squeak. It looked like it was about to fall apart! Her breasts didn't fly around as much as they could have because he had both his hands clamped over them for leverage.

"God damn!" she yelled, "God! Fucking! Dammit!"

The Jungle Princess felt herself start to come and it was going to be wondrous ... except then at the last critical moment, her hand was pulled away from her pussy. Another guy had decided to grab her and drag her hand to his cock. "Wait! Just a second! Just give me one more second! Please!" To say those things, she had to pull her mouth away from the cock in it, and the owner of that cock wasn't happy with her. Before he rammed it back, he slapped both her cheeks with it, back and forth, then back and forth again! And she was shocked how much it stung! Her shriek was immediately stifled by the same instrument.

Her words were entirely ignored. It was so unfair! She'd been right on the brink of completion and actually in spite of the harshness of those slaps, she still was! But now there was no way for her to cross the line! She rubbed her thighs together as hard as she could. It wasn't enough! It wasn't nearly enough!

Meanwhile, Alexandria was plunging across that line ... like a stampeding elephant!

"Ohhoohhooh ChristI Christ! I'm coming! I can't believe I'm coming! How can I come like this? In bondage? It can't be! But GOD! I never thought any of you shitheads could ever make me COME! LIKE! THIS!"

And it was only the beginning for her. Many, many more were bound to follow.

The Jungle Princess got to watch it all. Watching was all she was permitted, alas. Soon as she'd got the three men to come with her hands and her mouth, all at the same time, showering her with the stuff, three more replaced them. But never a fourth! Oh, how she longed for a fourth man to kneel behind her and penetrate her. She'd have given anything for it. No one took the opportunity. The only pussy they wanted to penetrate that afternoon was the Poacher's. As if the pussy of the Jungle Princess was no longer of consequence! How could that be? She was left to simmer and to suffer, all alone in the middle of the crowd. How cruel. How perfect. How typical.

"You sons of bitches!" Alexandria raged, "I can't believe you're doing this to me! How are you doing this?"

So much come covered her face, it was like she was wearing a mask of white mud. She looked perfectly disgracefu! Every time another warrior was about to finish with her, he pulled himself out of her and hustled around to the other side of the stocks before he burst. None of them put their cocks in her mouth. They'd got enough of that from her before, and more importantly, they loved listening to her rant and rave, and didn't want to muffle her. "I can't believe I'm letting this happen! Holy shit! Mother of GOD! You savages! You savages! I can't believe HOW! THIS! FEEELS!"