Anja moved slowly up to the isolated grass hut. Moving as stealthy as possible she was having difficulty containing her excitement. She finally had her, the evil slavery and illegal diamond miner Helga. Helga and her goons had enslaved the people of three passive villages to toil in her illegal diamond mines up in the hills above the forbidden forest of the lower valley. These villager, including women and children would be worked to death mining blood diamonds. Anja had sworn to rescue the villagers and bring Helga to justice.
The Jungle Queen had tracked the evil slavery to a small mining hut and planned to take her by complete surprise, force her to release the poor villagers and turn the evil woman over to the regional authorities.
Anja entered the grass hut as quietly as she could, her tiny bare feet creeping along the dirt floor and saw to her glee, the evil slavery standing with her back to her in the center of the hut. The tall blond was busy laying out items on a small table. Anja let her excitement overwhelm her usual caution as she moved forward towards her prey. The proud Jungle Queen's mind registered the "clicking" sound to late as she stepped into a simple rope trap. Anja was a fast as a jungle cat but not fast enough.
Anja's thin muscular body was pulled up by her tiny ankles as the rope trap engaged. Soon she dangled helplessly in the center of the room hanging by a single leg. Anja quickly drew her razor sharp knife to cut the rope holding her. She glanced forward and saw her beautiful blond captor smiling at her holding a small pistol. Anja dropped her knife without being told. Anja the Jungle Queen I have been expecting you Helga stated.
Helga smile broadened, she had be told that the jungle queen was beautiful but she was surprised just how exquisite she was and now she was in hers. She had considered once the pesky brat was captured she would eliminate her quickly but she now decided to punish the Jungle Queen for her meddling and maybe keep her for awhile. Helga stared at her beautiful captive, and though, yes she would be punished and tortured then after she tired of her she would be eliminated in the most diabolic way.
Anja’s heart thudded in her chest as she frantically searched the room for a means of escape. Her blond captor circled the helpless jungle beauty like a predator circling its prey. Anja stared into the cold blue eyes of the blond captor, her features, those of a Nordic princess and completely flawless, her body that of a fitness model. She smiled disarmingly at Anja but the jungle queen could see coldness in her gaze. Anya knew that her knife laying on the floor just below her. She fought the urge to glance down at her possible only escape. Helga, as if reading Anja’s mind quickly reach down and picked up the razor sharp blade. Hands behind your back the nordic beauty said absently as she raised the blade.
Anja hesitated for a moment but the look in her beautiful captor's eyes compelled her to comply.
Helga raised the blade and began to trace it along Anja’s exposed mid drift Anya attempted to look defiant as a lump grew in her throat. She felt the icy coldness of the razor sharp blade along her skin. Anja’s drew in her breath and attempted to remain perfectly still. Helga continued to trace the blade across Anja’s muscular tummy stopping at the tiny leather top covering Anja’s pert breasts. With a flick of her wrist Helga cut the small piece of leather causing Anja’s breasts to spring forward. Anja’s face reddened as her tiny nipples uncontrollably hardened. Anya gasped as Helga placed the razor sharp tip of the knife on to Anja’s right nipple. Helga held the tip in place for what seemed like an eternity before laughing and moving the knife away. Helga stated I have no plans to cut you jungle queen though I did consider it at one point.
What do you plan to do to me? Anja’s said trying to sound defiant but still holding her hands behind her back.
Helga set the knife down far from Anja’s reach. She then moved to a small table located directly behind where Anja firm body hung. I considered many things once you were in my power Helga said. Some simple, some very complex and some down right diabolical Helga grinned.
Anya attempted to twist her body around to face her tormentor. She turned her head and saw Helga holding a small syringe. Helga grabbed the jungle pixe's hips pinning her hands. Anja struggled and her mind raced “is this the end” as she felt the prick of the needle on her right cheek of her tiny round bottom. Helga released Anya but the jungle beauty continued to struggle, reaching up with her hands attempting to free her bound ankles. Helga seemed to pay no mind to this, moving a small table around in front of the dangling jungle queen. Anja’s began to feel a warm sensation throughout her body. She wondered if this was the first feelings of poison.
Helga stepped away and quickly returned with a small black bag. As she unzipped the bag she began putting on black leather gloves and said the injection that I just gave you was a powerful sedative. You should be starting to feel its effects. I estimate that it should render your unconscious in the next 5 minutes or so.
Anja’s eyes widened. Helga turned and approached the scantly clad pixie. The jungle beauty saw that Helga was holding a coil of greenish rope in her hands. Helga stood in front of the dangling beauty and stared into her eyes thoughtfully.
I guess the easiest and probably wisest thing I could do is shoot you in the head and leave your body in the jungle. As a warning to those that would appose me. But I realized that there would be no real satisfaction in eliminating you that way. You need to be punished for meddling in my business and costing a lot of money. So I thought I should sell you. You know, to recoup some of the losses your meddling cost me Helga smiled. You would not believe how many people would pay to have you as their slave. Helga reached out and pinched Anja’s tiny nipple. Their sex slave Helga laughed. Anya attempted to pull away but she felt as though she was floating. Her nipple tingled where she had been touched. I considered keeping you as my slave. I must admit the thought of breaking the proud jungle queen was very appealing, Helga said as her finger trailed up from Anja’s breast to her flat tummy. On your knees at my feet, your body and your tongue available at my whim seems very appealing Helga grinned at her captive like a predator. Anja's body began to tingle. Her tormentor's fingers dangerous close to her thinly covered sex. But alas, I would constantly worry that you would escape and I would be forced to deal with you again. So, I decided to lure you here, capture you, punish you very severely and then dispose of you in the most horrible way I can think of. Jungle Queen once I grow tired of torturing you I plan to bury you alive deep in an abandon mine shaft.
Fear clouded Anja's mind. She was having a hard time trying to think. Black dots began to appear and swam around her vision.
Helga held the greenish rope down to Anja’s upturned face. But first, before you pass out I wonder if you recognize this.
Anja’s eyes widen, Pain Vines Anja slurred.
Very good Helga smiled. Even in her drugged state she recognized the pain vine. These vines grew in the very darkest portion of the jungle. The vines were almost unbreakable but very pliable. Their most distinctive feature was the millions of needle like hairs protruding from the vine. These hairs, much like the nettle plant produced a painful chemical when in contact with human skin. But unlike the nettle plant the pain from the pain vine was excruciating and seemed to last for hours after the vine was touched.
Anja blinked trying to keep awake.
These vines are for your breasts, that should start things off right don’t you think. Helga began to wrap the torturous rope around the jungle beauties perfect breasts.
Anja was jolted awake by the pain as she cried out. The pain pulsed like a thousand wasp stings. This mixed with her sedated feeling was driving her mind to overdrive. Anja tried to struggle but she couldn't move her body.
Helga laughed, My little pet are you have difficulty trying to move. The shot I gave you also paralyzes your muscles. Oh my exotic beauty, this is just the beginning. Helga lowered her head to look face to face with the jungle queen this will feel like a beautiful dream compared to what I have in store for you. Now nighty night my sweet toy, speaking of dreams try not to have any nightmares. Helga bent down to whisper in the beautiful jungle maidens ear, because the nightmare begins when you wake. Anja struggle to hold on but slipped into agonized unconsciousness.
D6u69r3-1fe52384-4774-40e4-af27-10083e493437 Helga continued to bind the jungle queens firm breasts making sure the torturous ropes were extremely tight. She then and lowered her to the floor. Bound her wrists and ankles. Not smart to take chances Helga though. Helga then picked up the tiny beauty and carried her to the cart located on the backside of the grass hut. She then began the short trip to the abandoned Guruhi mine. Guruhi was the god of the evil darkness in this part of Africa. A fitting name for Anja the Jungle Queens new home. Her permanent home. As she moved to the mouth of the cave, Helga's smile never left her face.
Anja was in trouble. Her current position was precarious to say the least. Dangling from her bound wrists, the Jungle Queen was being slowly lowered into a small pool of hungry piranhas.
Anja had been captured by the dreaded Taranga tribe. She had attempted to release several poached animals from the nearby wildlife preserve that the tribe was planning to sell to black market animal smugglers. Anja has succeeded in releasing the animals, but had been captured while attempting her escape.
After she was captured the tribe had tortured Anja by hanging her from a wooden frame, a foot off the ground by her thumbs, in the center area of the village. Her top was ripped away and her firm breasts were bound with thin cord then wire thin cord was tied around each of her erect nipples and tied tightly to her big toes. Then each member of the tribe had been allowed to whip her amazing body with thin canes, most concentrating on her tightly bound breasts and round bottom. Then a torch was placed directly under her thinly covered crotch forcing Anja to swing her body back and forth to keep her most sensitive region from being burned. The torch fire was keep burning the entire night. Swinging by her thumbs over the flame all night was agonizing. In the morning she was cut down and re-tied with her hands behind her back and her ankles bound together. She was forced to hop several miles through the forest and grassland to the desert being dragged by the thin cords attached to her nipples. Her tiny loincloth were removed leaving her clad in only her very tiny leather G-string panties then her near naked body was oiled.
D6uuxp8-8067577f-7e13-4a88-84ff-e061b51b9a41 The jungle queen was bound spread eagle over a large polished piece of scrap metal to roast in the blazing desert. The rectangular metal piece looked like a piece of an old aircraft skin polished smooth. It was already warm when the jungle beauty was forced to lay atop the shiny metal, even though the sun had just crested the distant mountains. This makeshift grill extended from Anja lower back to just below her round bottom. The metal extended out 10 inches on either side of her tone runners frame. As the sun rose in the desert sky it caused the shiny metal to slowly heat up to over 500 degrees. Anja was forced the thrust her oil glistening body up by pushing down with her head and upper shoulder and the balls of her feet as far as her bonds would allow. Anja struggled as she thrust her hips up to keep her perfect heart shaped bottom off the searing metal. The jungle beauty cried out in frustration, as her tone muscles faltering and her hips dropping only to pop back into the hot dry air when her round bottom touched the searing metal. Time crept as she struggled alone in the expansive desert. The only sound, the constant drops of sweat running off her tone oiled body and sizzled on the red hot metal below. At dusk, her tormentor returned. Again, her hands tied behind her back and her ankles tied together. She was forced to hop back to the village pulled forward by tight thin twine tied around her pert nipples. Upon her arrival she learned that she was soon to be the dinner of hundreds of carnivorous fish.
Anja looked around for any chance of escape. Hanging from her bound wrists over a small pond. Her gaze was greeted by the hate-filled stares of the savage villagers. Anja’s muscular body continued to drop closer and closer to the churning water. Anja raised her knees to her chest to prevent her dangling feet from entering the liquid death blow. Anja believed all was lost as the jungle beauty's round bottom was a mere inch from the water surface when her descent stopped. Anja extended her muscular legs horizontally to the water surface and looked around and saw the Chief of the Taranga tribe smiling at her struggling form.
“Jungle Queen,” he said, “we plan to leave you like this and watch as your muscles fail you and you are eaten alive.” His toothy grin widened. “These little monsters were a gift from a far away land,(piranhas in Africa) Many enemies of the Taranga tribe have perished in that pool and now our greatest enemy will join them." "I will enjoy all of your screams.”
Anja continued to struggle. She was confident that her strength would hold for some time. Her biggest fear was a cramping muscle. She was very dehydrated from her time over the fire and her day bound in the desert. She could feel the muscles in her abdomen, inner thighs and her perfect bottom wanting to cramp up. This caused her to have to constantly move her legs. She would hold your legs out in front of her, then spread her legs into the splits, bring her legs back together in front then raise her legs up with her feet on either side of her head and lower her legs, then raising her knees to her chest in a fetal position. She would then begin the routine again. This show was entertaining the villagers who continually made catcalls and hoots directed at their captive.
While Anja continued her "show” she looked for a means of escape. After several hours many of the villagers had grown weary and adjourned to their huts. Even the tribal chief had left his ringside seat at Anja’s demise in favor of a rowdy game of dice in one of the huts. Anja realized that if she could escape the time was now. Anja was reviewing the rope she was hanging from when a movement in the darkness stopped her cold.
Tutu had once been the Chiefs’ first wife. Two years earlier, Tutu had attacked Anja with a knife. During the fight Anja had horribly scared Tutu’s face. She had been relegated to third wife, which meant, in the Taranga tribe, that she was no more than a maid. Tutu had vowed revenge. Now it seemed she would have it.
Tutu smiled and laughed as she drew a large knife. Anja raised her head and defiantly stared at the evil woman. Another woman joined Tutu on the bank. She carried a bamboo pole with a hook at one end and two stones. The stones were flat with holes in their centers. A rope was tied through each hole.
“Jungle Queen”, Tutu laughed, “I have you now Jungle Queen. I imagine you’re getting a little tired.” Anja said nothing; she only stared back. “I’ve decided to make your situation a little more interesting”, Tutu said. “Now extend your legs out towards me.”
“And if I don’t?” Anja, who currently had her legs pulled up to her chest, replied.
Tutu laughed and said, “Then I will lower you down until your tiny round butt touches the water. I imagine in no time you’ll be begging to do what I say.”
Anja sighed and held her muscular legs out to the evil woman. Tutu took the wooden pole as the other woman placed one of the roped weights on the hook. Anja sighed again realizing what these women had planned. She began to pull her legs back but knew Tutu would immediately make good on her threat. Each weight was hung around one of the jungle beauty’s thin ankles. Each weighed about 10 pounds and Anja felt all the muscles in her lower body complain at the extra weight immediately. Anja drew her legs back up to her chest, staring at her tormentor. Anja felt a tug at her wrists; her body pulled up from the surface of the water by several inches.
Tutu returned from the winch. “Here is what you’re going to do,” she said. “I want you to spread your legs out as wide as you can.” Anja stared back, not moving. “Do it!” Tutu demanded, “or I’ll cut the rope and you can be fish food!” Anja reluctantly spread her muscular legs into a wide split. “Very good,” Tutu crowed as her accomplice laughed. “Now you must keep your legs out like that. If you move them back I will cut the rope.” Tutu said.
“Now if you let the bottom of either weight touch the water, we will lower the winch a half inch.” Tutu continued to explain. “So it’s best to keep your legs out and up.”
Tutu laughed and sat down to enjoy the show. Anja understood her torture, she would be forced to hold her legs in a wide split and keep the heavy weights attached to her ankles above the water. If she touched the water with either weight her entire body would be lowered making it more difficult to not touch the water. She would be forced at some point to not only hold her legs out but also up which Anya knew she could do but not for any length of time.
A devious and perilous predicament.
For some time, the beautiful jungle queen dangled just inches above the pool of voracious piranhas, her legs spread wide, her toned body clad only in tiny leather panties. Every muscle in her perfect body strained and flexed. Her toned, sweat-covered body glistening in the morning sun was quite a sight to behold.
Time passed. The sun slowly rose. The muscles in Anja’s legs began to fatigue. She had already touched the water twice, and being forced to hold her legs out and up was beginning to take its toll. Anya knew that her time was close at hand. Her two tormentors laughed at the Jungle Queen’s distress, even making bets on when she would fail.
Most people would have given up, but doing this was not in the Jungle Queen’s DNA. The weight on Anja’s right leg touched the water causing her again to be lowered so that she hung just above the water’s surface. Anja was holding the bottoms of the weights only a half inch above the water. Her perfect round bottom was almost touching the water surface and she could feel, to her disgust and horror, the movement of the flesh-eating fish below. Anja’s legs had started to shake and both of her tormentors stood preparing to lower the jungle queen to her death. Both of Anja’s muscular legs lowered their stone weight to water’s surface simultaneously. Anya cried out as she felt one of the piranha bite at her inner thigh. As the jungle beauty struggled to pull her toned leg back up, she caught sight of Tutu at the winch handle.
“One half inch, Jungle Queen!” Tutu gleefully crowed.
D6vk530-4d5df800-3ba2-4de9-b800-4b69a18de78e Anja was struck by the fact that this could be her end, her bottom and her sex would be on the waters surface. As this terrifying thought flashed through Anja’s tormented mind, she registered the crack of a rifle. She saw Tutu collapse into the pool below. Her startled accomplice turned and ran from the pool. As she fell her body struck the winch handle turning it. The water instantly turned red with blood. Anja saw men in uniforms running towards the village. It was the rangers from the wildlife preserve. Anja’s entire body was shaking as she tried to keep herself from slipping below the water. she pulled herself up using arms and strong abs but her body continued to slowly drop
“Help me… Help me…” Anja cried out weakly.
Anja was jarred awake, the awful dream fading. She felt disoriented and looked around, unable to understand where she was. Her head felt strange, it was difficult to complete and compile her thoughts. She was then racked by an agonizing pain in her breasts; she looked down and saw to her disbelief that her breasts were bound within rope. The pain was like needles pressed into her sensitive flesh. All at once she remembered where she was, she looked up and sitting in a chair in front of her was the evil blond beauty who had just captured her. Helga was smiling.
“You were calling for help,” Helga said.
Anja stared at the woman, her breasts throbbing. “It was a bad dream…” Anja said quietly as her heart still pounded.
“Oh sweetie, I told you, you shouldn’t have had any bad dreams while you were sleeping,” Helga said in a mock sympathetic tone. “This place,” Helga pointed around the room, “me and this place, here, are your bad dream. And this one you can’t wake up from.”
Anja stared at the smiling woman then down at her throbbing breasts. Pain vines had been cinched around the base of each of her perky breasts. Both breasts were now round and the size of an orange. Both had a bluish hue. Anja noticed how tiny her nipples looked now; each had a length of twine tight around it, but this seemed to be ordinary twine, not pain vine.
Helga was watching Anja inspect her bondage. “Oh, they’re pain vines too,” Helga said in a matter of fact tone, as if reading Anja’s mind. Anja looked back at her captor. “I soaked them in mangrove juice,” Helga continued.
Anya knew that mangrove juice temporarily neutralized the effects of the pain vines but there was a side effect of this. Once the mangrove juice wore off the pain vines’ intensity increased two fold.
Helga smiled again at her captive. “I sprayed some on the ones around your titties too. Those should really start cranking pretty soon.”
Anja looked down at her balloon-like breasts and gasped. She had to find a way out. She looked desperately around at her surroundings and at how she was bound. She was in the center of a fairly large room. Her wrists were bound behind her back with what felt like leather straps. Another strap bound her elbows together. She could feel a thin cable connected to her wrist restraints. Anja’s legs were spread extremely wide, her ankles secured in leather cuffs which were held by chains to round rings in the floor. Anja could feel that she was wearing a collar around her thin neck. Anja tried her bonds and found that they were quite secure.
D6wh5xf-8f0af10c-13fc-4637-a600-1ce21a904918 Anja looked around the room. She saw several items on top of the table up against the wall. Her heart sank as she took inventory of the items present. There were four paddles, several canes of different thicknesses, several leather whips, a Taser, and a large cattle prod. There were many other items on the table besides these; Anja was not sure what they exactly were, but she knew what they did: inflict pain. Anja shuddered, knowing they would soon be used on her. Anja had decided to be strong and try to show no weakness, but looking around this room her resolve was already being to be tested.
“Time to get started,” Helga said with an evil smile on her face. “The rules are: First, you can scream as much as you want. We’re over a mile beneath the earth and no one will hear you.” Helga moved her mouth close to Anja's ear. “No one will ever hear you again,” she whispered. Anja shuddered. “This is the Guruhi mine and it has been closed for many years,” Helga said.
Anya’s heart sank further. She knew of this mine; no one ever came here because it was thought to be haunted.
“Second,” Helga continued, “please beg all you want. It will do you no good, but I really will enjoy hearing you beg, it kind of turns me on.” Helga grinned, staring hungrily at Anja’s bound breasts. “And third, don’t you dare give up! I have planned a lot of fun for you down here, and I don’t want you crapping out on me. I want to see that proud Jungle Queen spirit right to the end.
“And finally,” Helga said, “the collar around your neck is a correction collar. We use them to keep the mine workers in line.” Helga stood in front of her jungle captive. “I can activate it remotely. With a press of a button I can cut off your air supply or deliver a shock from mild to you won’t wake up for a couple of days. Pretty cool, huh?” Helga grinned. “Now Anja, you’ve been a bad girl, and we know what happens to bad girls, don’t we?” Helga said with a stern look. ”They get punished, and the best way to punish a bad little girl is a good hard beating. Don’t you agree?”
Helga grinned and grabbed the twine attached to Anja’s tiny nipples. Helga began to pull the vine and Anja gave a small cry.
”Don’t you agree?” Helga said again.
“Do what you want me,” Anja said through clenched teeth, “I will not break.”
A sardonic grin appeared on Helga face as she held the collar’s remote control up in Anja's view with her finger on the button.
“We will see,” Helga said as she pressed the button.