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They found him in the west jungle, all he wore was a loin cloth. He thought he could hide, but my girls saw him from a mile distance. When they were close one of my girls – Cindy – said laughing: “wouldn’t you start running now?” And guess what, that’s when the idiot started running. “The first to get him can do anything with him”, she said, already taking a head start. The other one – Joanne – wasn’t so much in the mood and a bit annoyed that she made him run, but now she took a sprint. Joanne is a bit more voluptuous than Cindy who is really skinny, and therefore preferred to lure men by earning their trust: lying that she is a spy, leading a resistance, and then just pummel their nuts when she’s close enough. Cindy got him… by the balls of course… with her baseball bat (I like letting my girls use their own weapon of choice). “Damn it” Joanne said, but actually she was happy she didn’t have to run anymore. There was an ongoing “OOOHHHH” coming from the guy who was on all fours – well, threes, with one hand he was holding his sack. Cindy: “Don’t be like that, you’re gonna get much worse.” With that she grabbed one of his legs so that he spun around on his back (she’s strong though, all my girls are strong) and started to dig her heel in his balls repeatedly. ONCE. TWICE. THREE TIMES… His hand wasn’t much protection to her heels; at the eighth kick she broke his index finger and then it was open shots to his balls of course. All the while Cindy was giggling viciously and Joanne panting, which was all inaudible over the screams of the man. She stopped when he stopped giving much response to her kicks and started to get limp around the fiftieth stomp. “what the fuck?” her bat went into his groin once again. “OOOHHH”, he could respond to that apparently. “Too bad I’m not allowed to finish you off”, and then she stood over his head, opened her zipper and pulled down her shorts and panties from the front, showing him her vagina, just to assert her dominance and show the guy why she’s stronger: “See, no balls” is the last thing he heard before he lost conciousness. Then she started peeing on him; she’s the only girl I know who can pee with just her zippers untied like a dude. Sometimes the other girls joke that they should kick her groin too for peeing like a man, but I think the more things we can show men we can do without them, the better, even with something as pathetic as peeing standing.

Sometimes Cindy likes to go the male toilets – which are open, and we force them to pee sitting – and stands in front of a guy who just took a seat, unties her zipper and starts peeing onto him, much to her amusement and whoever she brings to watch. Of course she finishes with a swing of the baseball bat to his balls, and then they laugh at him while he tries to pee with aching nuts.

Oh I forgot to say, so I also let the girls choose their own clothing. Cindy wears shorts… and that’s it. Sometimes she wears suspenders on it, when she wants to channel that explorer energy, and it is useful for storing her baseball bat. Joanne needs some support for her twins, so she wears… basically a white stripe that covers her nipples… barely though, she has huge areolas. And she wears a black mini-skirt, with nothing underneath. What can I say, it’s hot in the jungle. We placed the capital of our queendom in the amazon rainforest, as an hommage to the amazon warriors from that area (but actually because I hate the cold).

Cindy sat down and caressed her pussy. Joanne grabbed the guy by the balls and dragged him along: “Come Cindy, no time to sit around, we have to bring him to the queen.”

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