Jungle Babe versus the Bush Poacher

- By Violator

Tags: Bondage, Jungle Babe, Rape, Tied Up. Hit END for a short summary.

Masufu the Great, the Lord of the Veldt, the King of the Lionmen, stood tall upon his rocky crag. The wind blew in his mane. The great Lion Man smiled as his army of monkey servants slowly forced the mighty Jungle Babe to her knees at his feet. Hooting and howling, the monkeys bound the snarling but helpless heroine’s hands to a carved wooden pole, pinning her in place before their master. Then they departed, dispersing into the jungle, leaving the buxom, skimpy-fur-bikini-clad blonde to snarl up at their master alone.

“You’ll never get away with this, Masufu!” she hissed.

She struggled mightily against her bonds. But all she accomplished was to make her staggering breasts slosh spectacularly in their straining fur bikini top, and her big round fur-panty-clad buns to rub deliciously against the thick, ritually-carved pole behind her.

“Stay thigh tongue, beautiful human,” he replied, thoroughly enjoying his view. His leonine voice was calm and rumbling and filled with urbane understanding. “I am not here to gloat. Rather, I brought you here and bound you in place so that I might, at my leisure, make a proposal to you… without your ever-impressive kicks and punches getting in the way.”

“A proposal?!” she asked. She turned her beautiful head and glared up at him from the corner of her eyes, suspicious. “What kind of proposal?”

Masufu did not answer right away. Instead, he thrust forth one great clawed paw to the sky in a dramatic gesture. The rippling muscles of his arms and pecs distracted her as he did so. “Great and powerful Jungle Babe, we are really not so different you and I. We both love the environment. We are both its protectors - in our own way. I admit my methods have been a tad… extreme. But I think with the right help I could be reformed.” Closing his clawed fist and taking a deep breath, the great lion slowly brought it to his heart. “With the help of the right… woman.”

Jungle Babe’s eyes promptly went very wide indeed. She took a deep, slow, breath... making her huge breasts heave spectacularly before the appreciate lion-man’s mighty, cruelly-clawed feet.

“Are... are you saying what I think you’re saying, Masufu?” she whispered.

The huge lion-man slowly turned his head down to look into her beautiful blue eyes, and smiled. “What I propose, my sweet Jungle Babe, is an alliance. An alliance not simply strategic nor merely tactical, but… marital.” He extended his paw down to her in offering. Symbolically, since the mighty heroine’s arms were still bound fast behind her. He wasn’t stupid. “With you by my side, we could a potent force for the protection of our sacred planet.”

Jungle Babe stared at the extended hand before her for several seconds, her mouth hanging open in shock. Then she closed her eyes, and took a deep breath. “Oh… oh Masufu…” she said. She opened her eyes and looked up into his, shining with tears. “I… I can finally admit my feelings. Masufu, even when we first fought, the moment I laid my eyes upon your noble tormented countenance I felt something stir in my loins. I have long tried to deny it, but I could not… I… many are the nights I have lain awake in my furs, hands between my legs, dreaming that my love might cure your tortured soul. And now, to have you offer…” Eyes shining, she shook her head, a blush spreading across her cheeks.

“But…” she gasped suddenly, interrupting the spread of a beatific smile across Masufu’s toothy mouth, “I’m not sure. Can we really be together, a lion-man like you and a human woman like me? I’m just not sure if it would… work…” And, guiltily, but unable to help herself, the buxom blonde slid her eyes over and stole a brief, disappointed gaze at Masufu’s shriveled and unimpressive-looking penis.

For the first time, a fault line of nervous fear broke out across Masufu’s utterly confident face. But it was quickly suppressed. “Do… do not worry, human beauty,” he said. “I assure you, I will make sure my Jungle Queen is deliriously happy, no matter what it takes.” And opening his toothy lion-mouth, he extended a long dripping inhuman tongue and gave the air between them a quick, suggestive lap.

“Ooh!” Jungle Babe immediately gasped, and her buxom body leaped bouncily upon her haunches. Her eyes went wide. Her breath quickened, making her huge breasts swing and sway within her tiny bra. Slipping her own tongue out she briefly lapped her luscious lip. "Do you really mean it?" she asked.

"As many hours as it takes, I shall spend them all worshipping at your feet, my Jungle Goddess," he purred back, smirking.

“Oh… oh Masufu…” Jungle Babe sighed softly, a delighted smile spreading across her face. “Oh, wise, mighty, and precious Masufu…” Her enormous breasts heaved dramatically from side to side before his feet, her nipples extended visibly through the taut-strained cups of her overloaded fur bra. Opening her eyes, she looked up into his face, her cheeks streaked with moisture. “You are my true love. Masufu, I… I accep-“

BLAAAM!

A shot rang in the distance and a geyser of blood burst from Masufu’s chest.

“ARGH!” the lion roared, recoiling. He stumbled backwards, caught his balance and, trembling, looked down in shock. In his muscular chest a gaping cavity had spread where his heart had once been. Looking down with his toothy mouth hanging open in shock, Masufu's claws fumbled instinctively at the hole. His eyes widened as his claws came back dripping, for once, with his own entrails. Terror spread across his face.

"Jungle Babe, my love!" he sobbed. "H-help me!"

Gasping in horror, Jungle Babe attempted to leap to her beloved's aid. But the ropes with which she had been bound, that she might be kept still while he declared to her his love, held fast. All mighty Jungle Babe's desperate struggles accomplished was to make her huge breasts slosh back and forth furiously before his knees. Despite himself, Masufu could not help spend some of his last moments gazing down at them in awe.

Then his eyes slowly rolled up. “Mommy!” he sobbed. He tumbled backwards and landed with a thud upon his back, sprawled and lifeless before Jungle Babe’s disbelieving eyes.

“Got him!” a deep voice crowed from the down the hill.

Jungle Babe gasped in shock to see a pith-helmeted man climbing the slope, a smoking elephant gun cradled in his arms. Although tall and obviously strong he had a pronounced paunch beneath his khaki shirt. He wore elephant leather boots, tiger-fur pants, and a shark-skin belt. His shirt was open to display a hairy chest over which he had draped a necklace of claws and horns of many endangered species, ranging up from eagle talons to tiger claws to, at the nadir, the tip of a rhino horn pointing right down toward his bulging package. His eyes were covered by mirrored shades and his jowls by a big old-fashioned mustache, but what could be seen of his face was greasy and unattractive, with gapped teeth set into a huge grin.

“Ah…” the intruder said, as he crested the hill, his eyes lighting up at the sight of the bound super-heroine. “What’s this?” He leered, and then licked his greasy chops eagerly. “A bonus!”

Jungle Babe’s eyes widened. She recognized the man from his New African Republic wanted posters… and though they had yet to meet face to face his alias had stuck with her, tingling deep inside. “Bush Poacher?!” she gasped, her voice and face filled with horror. “What… what have you done?!”

“Your job, bitch,” Bush Poacher laughed. He stepped uncaringly over Masufu’s lifeless corpse and stood, feet spread wide, over the bound and kneeling super-heroine. Shouldering his rifle with one hand, he reached the other down and rested it cockily upon his belt. “I killed a criminal and saved your life! You should be grateful, babe.” His sneer broadened as he stood over her. “So how about a thank-you blowjob? To show your appreciation for my… services.”

“Blowjob? Never!” Jungle Babe gasped. Her eyes glanced in horror down between his legs to take in Masufu’s still-twitching body, then darted back up and glared into his eyes, bright with fury. “You villain… you just poached the last of the Lion Men on Earth! His species is now extinct!”

“Yep - his pelt is going to be worth millions!” Bush Poacher said, titling his head back and leering. “Now open wide, slut. I’m gonna get that gratitude out of you whether you like it or not.”

So saying, he yanked open his pants, and let a tremendous erect penis burst forth. Hard and curved like the rhino horn that dangled upon his chest, its drooling tip snapped up to attention and waved slowly back and forth within an inch of the super-heroine’s nose.

“Oh, my Goddess!!!” Jungle Babe gasped. “Your penis is HUGE!” Her pretty eyes momentarily went wide, and her mouth dropped open, as she gaped in disbelief at the murderer’s enormous phallic weapon.

“Now there’s the attitude adjustment I was looking for!” Bush Poacher laughed. Before she could react he had shoved tip of his enormous penis through the wide-spread opening of her lips. “Good girl!” he purred, enjoying the feel of her lips quivering around him. “Better late than never.” Then in one smooth motion he slammed his dick deep down into her throat.

“MMMGH!” Jungle Babe cried, eyes wide as dinner plates as she got slammed. Her head was trapped against the pole to which poor fallen Masufu had tied her, leaving her no chance to escape. Her eyes, already dilated with awe, grew wider and wider, and more and more lost, as each impossibly thick and curvy inch shoved its way through her taut-stretched lips and down into her throat.

“Ah, yeah… after a long jungle hike this is the fucking shit…” Bush Poacher sighed, head rolling back with pleasure as he slammed his massive boner in and out of the hot wet heaven he was finding down Jungle Babe’s throat. Grabbing her head with both hands he began to slam his hips as furiously as possible into Jungle Babe, brutally fucking her face.

Meanwhile, within that gorgeous, deeply-impaled face, Jungle Babe’s pretty blue eyes grew wide and lost, staring into the distance over her staggeringly impaled lips as if mesmerized.

“Sooo… HUGE…” she thought, even that much analysis coming with great difficulty as his immense erect member pulverized her brain. Her eyes blinked wide and leaked a few tears, as his gargantuan beast pumped back and forth inside her. She choked and gagged on him, but that did nothing to stop his deep triumphant plowing. Her body wiggled and quivered helplessly upon its wooden pole, as her devastatingly wide-spread lips helplessly did the same around his veiny, equally-thick pole of flesh. Meanwhile as she forcibly sucked his giant dick, down between her legs, inside her tiny fur panties, her delicate pussy began to moisten helplessly.

“I… I don’t have a choice…” she finally thought, each word wiggling up with great difficulty through a bewildered brain already battered half-senseless by the deep plowing of her foe’s giant cock. “I… I have to please him… or I am done for…”

And so rationalized, helpless Jungle Babe slowly lifted her wide, teary blue eyes up his body until, past his looming paunch, past his dangling rhino horn, past his chins, she could finally see his leering greasy face. Looking up into his eyes her gorgeous head, slowly at first, but with steadily increasing force, began to bob back in time to his thrusts… helping him fuck her face. Within her devastated mouth her lips closed and began to delicately suckle and suck, while her little tongue, shyly at first, but with steadily growing lust, began to caress and wiggle delightfully against his victoriously pumping shaft.

“Hahaha! Well what do you know?!” Bush Poacher laughed. He threw back his head and crowed with delighted glee as, between his legs, Jungle Babe sucked his penis. “See? You do know how to be grateful!” Looking back down, he wrapped his head round her lovely head and sneered. Confused, bewildered, Jungle Babe’s pretty face continued to gaze up at him past his hand as she sucked and sucked and sucked. “Bon apetit, bitch,” he purred. And then, using the additional leverage his hold on her head provided, he began to fuck her even harder.

Meanwhile, behind them, the sprawled corpse of Masufu the Lord of the Veldt was afforded a perfect front-row seat of his beloved Jungle Babe’s oral violation, right through the opening in his murderer’s wide-spread legs. Like movie screens his glassy eyes perfectly reflected the sight of her impossibly-spread lips shuttling furiously up and down his murderer’s cock. From that vantage, even more than for the man itself, Jungle Babe’s luscious wide-stretched lips seemed to shuttle and slurp eagerly around the poacher’s huge pumping shaft. Every once in a while, after a particularly deep and brutal thrust, Bush Poacher’s massive member popped out of Jungle Babe’s lips. From his vantage between his conqueror’s legs, Masufu’s dead eyes could get a perfect view of his beloved’s tongue sliding out to lick and lap mindlessly at his murderer’s massive schlong, in the few seconds before he fed it back into her and resumed his deep and punishing thrusts. Meanwhile her buxom body squirmed and jiggled uselessly yet deliciously between his wide-stretched legs, huge breasts and fertile hips bouncing in time to the pile-driving rhythm he was delivering down into her mouth.

Slowly, a single tear emerged from the corner of Masufu’s eye, and rolled down his noble lifeless cheek. Moaning in helpless awe as her enemy’s huge penis shuttled all the way to the hilt inside her, Jungle Babe did not notice.

Finally, after countless long minutes of getting helplessly fellated, Bush Poacher let out a triumphant cry, thrust in all the way and pressed home inside her as hard as he could. “Oh, yeah!” he screamed, “Take this you slut!” and exploded inside her. Poor Jungle Babe moaned and shivered, her eyes wide and lost and her mouth forced open like a stuck pig’s, as geysers of sticky semen erupted from around his tremendously thick and wiggling shaft. Despite her feeble protests and squirms he held tight inside, gasping in pleasure as he unleashed gout after gout of cum deep into the helpless law-girl’s throat. Then with a groan, fists wrapped tight in her hair, Bush Poacher jerked his dick out and delivered the last of his load on her gasping face.

“Oh! Oh, Goddess!” Jungle Babe cried, as his cum splattered across her. The bath of hot sticky seed seemed like a wake-up call. As her grinning conqueror backed up and surveyed her, his long dick limp and dripping, Jungle Babe blinked blearily through streamers of dripping cum. Then, slowly, her face twisted into a snarl. Looking up at him, she glared with burning eyes into his shit-eating grin, and growled… even as a thick dollop of his seed slowly dribbled down one side of her nose.

“You… you bastard!” she hissed. “You… you evil murderous bastard! How could you do this to me?!”

He just put both hands on his belt and grinned. “No need to thank me, slut!” he laughed. He made a pistol-shooting gesture at her. “You know you loved it!”

“Thank you?!!” she said, her voice and her body both trembling with fury. “You killed the love of my life! The man who would have been my husband! You’re a murderer and monster!!!”

“Husband? That chump? Really?” He laughed, amused. He turned and looked back at the sprawled, lifeless, pitiful corpse of the rival suitor he had, effortlessly and unknowingly, felled. “Ha!” he laughed, sneering. “That’s the best joke you’ve told yet, bitch!”

“He was a good man, and sweet, and far more worthy of a woman’s love than you, you evil creep!” Jungle Babe spat. She shook her head, dislodging the last of the larger bits of his cum, then looked up at him through disheveled golden locks and glared, seething with rage. “And he was the last of his species! Even if he wasn’t human he was a better man than you by far… and yet your big gun made him extinct, you villain!”

Bush Poacher just grinned. Slowly, his right hand went up from his belt, to the hilt of his knife. “Well, what can I say bitch? I’m a poacher. I live for pelts. The rarer and more priceless, the better.”

Suddenly, his knife burst from its sheath and streaked down… straight towards her body. Jungle Babe shrieked in fear and tried to recoil back from it… but could do nothing but tremble helplessly against her restraining post.

But instead of plunging into her silky and defenseless flesh, the shining knife swooped right down between her breasts… and cut the straining strap of her tiny fur bra neatly in two. The two overloaded cups promptly burst from her flesh and flew apart, letting her massive breasts drop down to slosh, heavy and jostling and completely naked, before him.

Laughing, with a few more swift strokes before gaping Jungle Babe could react, Bush Poacher sliced the remaining straps of her suddenly-loosened bra. He plucked it right off her, and, holding it up, let it dangle back and forth in front of her face.

“What do you think, princess?” he sneered, making the sleek, empty little fur cups jostle back and forth before her. She gaped at it, eyes wide with shock and disbelief as her little stolen bra jiggled back and forth in their shining surfaces. “What do you think this one will fetch at market?”

“You… you bastard!” Jungle Babe gasped, staring at her dangling bra in fury. “How… how dare you?!”

“Well, if you don’t like that then I’m sorry, bitch,” Bush Poacher sneered. “Cause I’m nowhere near done yet.” Grabbing her by the head, he pulled her away from the pole. A single loop of rope held Jungle Babe’s bound wrists tight to the restraining pole. With a swoop of his knife Bush Poacher severed it, freeing her wrists from the pole without disturbing the rest of her bonds.

With a shriek Jungle Babe found herself toppling from the pole… with her now naked breasts going first. “Ughh!” she moaned as she landed straight on them. She gasped and wiggled with pain… which had the effect of squirming her big, barely covered ass back and forth right in front of her foe, presenting a tempting and helpless target.

Smirking, Bush Poacher was not about to let the opportunity pass.

Jungle Babe gasped in shock as she felt an insolent finger slide slowly down inside her panties, down between the shimmying contours of her fulsome buttocks. “Oh!” she gasped, whirling her head around to gape over her shoulder in shock. “You… you wouldn’t dare!” But he did dare. As she watched, horrified, the chuckling villain slooowly pulled her tiny panties up and away from her ass, until the crotch was pulled taut around her tender helpless mound. Then, suddenly with two sharp flashes of his knife, he severed both of the hip straps. The skimpy fur panty promptly burst out from between her legs and popped up to dangle, like a tiny rag, above her naked wiggling ass.

“My bikini!” Jungle Babe cried, in shock. “You evil thug!”

“What do you think, bitch?” he said. Stretching his arm out he dangled her stolen panties in front of her. Lip quivering in fury, Jungle Babe’s face tracked the little dangling garment like a radar dish, her beautiful eyes burning with rage. “Think your little pelt will look good hanging on my wall?” he asked, waving it back and forth. “I think maybe I’ll have your boyfriend’s head stuffed with sawdust and put it above my mantle… he’ll look just perfect with his ‘bride’s’ precious little bikini hanging up to either side of him!”

“I’ll get you for this, you murderer!” Jungle Babe promised, burning eyes fixed on her little captured panties… and crossing, as he brought them so close they rolled against her nose. “No matter what, I’ll track you down and make you pay!”

“I’d worry about the here and now more, sweetheart,” Bush Poacher purred. “After all… I’ve only got one thing left for me to poach.”

Boring of taunting her with her panties, he tossed them aside. They landed nearby upon the ground, near where he had also temporarily tossed aside her bra. Seizing Jungle Babe by her lustrous blonde hair, he wrenched her up, mewling and squalling, off the earth until her huge breasts hung and swayed beneath her, an inch above the filthy ground. Then, putting his other hand upon her wiggling ass he gave it a luxuriant caress, pausing once to pinch its ample curvature, as his hand leisurely slid down towards the space between her thighs.

“No…” Jungle Babe gasped. Her taunting panties and pulled hair instantly forgotten, her widening eyes stared into the distance in disbelief. “No… you can’t do this…” she said, as his hand slid down the base of her massive buxom ass, growing closer and closer to her pussy.

“They don’t call me the Bush Poacher for nothing, slut…” the evil villain purred as, without the slightest hesitation, he promptly slid his insolent middle deep up in between her tight, wet, quivering walls.

“Oh!” Jungle Babe cried, her head rearing back and eyes, though furious, shuddering in disbelief towards the sky as he entered you. “Oh, oh you… you fiend!”

“Heh,” Bush Poacher chuckled. Finding Jungle Babe gratifyingly moist, he began pumping his finger back and forth, rudely, between her tender, defenseless folds. “Already wet! Looks like I’m not even going to have to do much work to tame you, slut!”

“Th…that’s what you think!” Jungle Babe growled. Getting a hold of herself, her lips twisted in defiance even as his finger pumped back and forth devastatingly within her. “Jungle Babe gets wet for only one man!” she promised. “And you just killed him!”

“You say that now…” the Bush Poacher’s gloating voice purred into her ear. “But just wait… in a few seconds, I’ll have you singing a different tune!”

His hand slipped out of her, in order to guide the tip of his massive, spittle-dripping member to the lips of her pussy.

Jungle Babe reared her head back and glared at him. “Never!” she said, her eyes shining back at him in fury over her shoulder… even as his immense tip slowly sank deeper and deeper between her succulent nether gates, her warm juices anointing it as if crowning its impending victory. “You… you can rape me all you like…” she insisted, “but you will never, ever give me pleasu – OH GODDESS!!!”

With a furious slam of his hips, Bush Poacher drove his massive penis up into Jungle Babe. Her jaw promptly fell open, her words of defiance quivering away into a loud, devastated moan.

“Yeah, that’s what I thought,” Bush Poacher gloated. Sliding his hands forward, he took a succulent grip on each side of Jungle Babe’s silky, buxom, rounded hips. “Now let’s see how this bush copes with getting POACHED!” he said. And with furious strength and force, he began to slam his massive member brutally back and forth inside Jungle Babe’s tight, devastated slit.

“Oh, Goddess! Oh, GODDESS!!!” Jungle Babe screamed. Head shooting back forward, she gaped right at the corpse of her fallen lover but did not see him. Instead, through the glazing windows into her pretty head, an observer could almost see her mind’s eye become almost instantly filled with cock. “Oh, Goddess!” she cried, helplessly, “how… how… how can you be so BIGGG?!!!”

“Ha ha ha!” Bush Poacher laughed, leaning back and enjoying her exultantly. “Where are those pretty words of defiance now, Jungle Slut? Have you been conquered already?!”

“N-n-NEVER!” Jungle Babe promised. Fixing her shuddering, beautiful head towards the sky, she gritted her teeth and snarled in defiance. But, though it briefly refocused her determination, brave words could only help her so long. The evil villain’s massive penis continued to slam unchecked back and forth within her slit, continued to excite her like few before with each steady, powerful thrust. “Oh… oh God…” Jungle Babe soon gasped, her whole body shuddering. “Oh, God… oh… oh… God…”

“That’s it…” Bush Poacher cooed, never letting up the slamming even for a second. He sneered down at the back of his blonde victim’s lovely, wobbling head. “I can feel you weakening, slut.” Loosening one hand’s grip upon her buxom, fertile hip, he gave it’s silky sweaty surface a brief, mocking swat, and then slowly slid his hand around lower. “Let’s see what a little sneak attack does to your vaunted resistance…” he said.

With unerring accuracy, Bush Poacher located, and rubbed, ever so lightly, against Jungle Babe’s clitoris.

Jungle Babe’s eyes, which had been squeezed tight closed in concentration as she tried to resist, suddenly flew open. “Oh… oh Goddess…” she gasped, her eyes wide and distant. A helpless shudder shook through her ample, jiggly hips. “Oh, oh, God… I’m cumming!” Her head suddenly slammed backwards, golden hair flying. “I’m CUMMING!” she screamed. Her buxom hips, squirting with moisture, pounded ferociously back against the villain’s body, seeking to slam his massive invading member as deeply as possible inside her. “I’m CUMMING!” she squealed, her voice sounding as if her very soul was being shredded by the action of his penis, “I’m CUMMMINNNNGGG!”

“Hahaha!” Bush Poacher laughed, delighting in the feeling of Jungle Babe’s orgasmic pussy squirting and convulsing around him. “Consider your bush poached, slut!”

“Th…think again!” Jungle Babe gasped. Though her impaled body shuddered with helpless climax, and fluid dripped from her eyes like tears, she still managed to lift her gorgeous head up and give him a furious glare over her shoulder. “You… you may have tamed my body…” she hissed, as another shudder of pleasure ripped through her spectacular curves to confirm that he had. “But… but you will never have my mind, or my heart!”

“Is that a fact?” Bush Poacher cooed. Suddenly, he pulled out. Jungle Babe gasped as her sweaty, shuddering body was suddenly seized, and thrown onto its back. Her wild eyes looked around, and realized that she had fallen with her head resting, like a pillow, against the still chest of her slain lover. Her skimpy, discarded panties lay to one side of her, her bra to the other. But she had little time to contemplate such things. Before she knew what was happening, Bush Poacher had seized her thighs, pulled them apart, and was sliding his own delighted torso into the glorious space between them.

“Let’s see if a little more doesn’t change your tune, slut,” he said, dropping his massive penis to lie upon her sopping, quivering gates.

Despite her predicament, Jungle Babe glared up at him from the breast of her would-be bridegroom. “Do your worst,” she hissed, in defiance. Beneath her body, her hands struggled mightily with her bonds… to no avail.

Bush Poacher laughed. “As you desire,” he purred. Sliding back his hips he pressed his rock-hard tip to her moist slit and then slowly, smoothly slid inside.

“Oh… Goddess!” Jungle Babe gasped. The new angle opened whole new sensations within her pussy. Her head rocked back, unthinkingly, onto the chest of her paramour, and gasped in quivering, full-red-lip-shuddering awe.

“You can call her name as much as you like,” Bush Poacher purred, setting up a smooth, devastating rhythm inside her. “She won’t help you.”

Once more he set to giving her a furious, powerful fucking. His strokes started smooth and shallow, and steadily gained in force and power. Soon he was slamming into her with all the strength and fury his considerable muscles could muster. But every once in a while, he paused to give her pussy a few slow, outward thrusts, deliberately rubbing the sensitive lower wall of her pussy with his seemingly unendingly long cock.

“Oh, Goddess!” Jungle Babe moaned. Her eyes closed, her gorgeous head slowly rocked back and forth across the chest of her lover as gasps of pleasure and awe quivered through her luscious lips. “Oh, Goddess…” she whispered, despite herself. “It feels so… good… oh, Goddess… how can it feel so good?!”

“Because I’m just that fucking skilled, bitch!” Bush Poacher laughed. Laying off the gentle stuff, he put his hands on her shoulders and used the additional leverage to start slamming in harder and deeper than ever before. He pulled up with each thrust, bringing his massive penis ramming up inside her, slamming it straight up into her g-spot.

“Oh, Goddess! Oh, GODDESS!!!” Jungle Babe squealed. She couldn’t help herself – orgasm after orgasm pounded through her, making her body shake and spasm uncontrollably. Her toes curled and twitched helplessly, as her feet rode uselessly atop her captor’s pounding hips. Her gorgeous head rolled first one way then the other upon poor Masufu’s breast, moaning out a continuous stream of drooling, barely-intelligible pleasure. Squirts leapt up from her conquered pussy with each and every thrust, until the ground at her feet was awash in her surrendered juices.

So furiously and powerfully did she shake, that after minute after minute of continuous climax, her own irresistible pleasure finally accomplished what much deliberate yanking and struggling on her part hadn’t. With a sudden gasp of shock, orgasming and deeply impaled Jungle Babe suddenly felt her bonds loosen, and then finally jerk completely apart. Opening her eyes, she gazed up at her rutting foe in awe. Then, slowly, she pulled her hands out from her back and, turning her head to one side and then the other, gaped down at each of her free and torn-rope-decorated wrists in turn.

Her new freedom did not escape Bush Poacher’s gaze, either. He gazed down at Jungle Babe’s newly-free wrists as well. But the development didn’t seem to give him much pause. “Huh,” he said.

Then, seizing his opportunities while he still could, he grabbed an even tighter hold upon Jungle Babe’s magnificent naked body, and, jerking backwards as hard as he could, drove his penis up into her with more force and brutality than ever before.

Jungle Babe’s jaw promptly dropped. “OH… OH GODDESSSSSS!!!” she squealed. And, though her hands lay free to either side of her tits, Jungle Babe could only slam her head back, hard, upon her paramour’s breast and let out a furious scream as, her whole body shaking, the deepest and most devastating climax yet slammed through her. Keeping his huge penis deep inside her, Bush Poacher milked the climaxing heroine with hard, sharp jerks into her deepest depths, to which Jungle Babe’s pussy came and came and came, defenseless.

Finally, having exhausted even his own considerable stamina, Bush Poacher collapsed down onto Jungle Babe. His head dropped and rested, with infinite pleasure, between her massive silky-skinned breasts, cradled in their warm soft enfolding curves. But his huge penis remained deep and rock hard inside her, having yet to come himself despite delivering dozens of vocally-unwanted orgasms into Jungle Babe’s massively-spread, helplessly quivering snatch.

“Oh… oh Goddess!” Jungle Babe gasped. Then her lips, parted and spread by helpless moans of pleasure, slowly twisted into a snarl.

Her claw-like hands suddenly leaped up and seized hold of Bush Poacher’s body. Flipping him over, she slammed him down beneath her, smashing his head down in turn upon the lifeless breast of her extinguished paramour. Perched atop his body like a mighty, buxom lioness, she slowly turned her head down and glared in fury down into his face.

“Do you have any idea what I’m going to do to you, you… you… beast?!” she hissed.

Her entire luscious body dripped with sweat. Her golden hair hung down in a damp wet spill to one side, as her gorgeous face glared daggers down into her evil enemy’s face. Her huge breasts hung down, their ample curvature lightly brushing his chest, while her mighty thighs spread out, trapping him between them.

But Bush Poacher’s enormous penis remained rock hard… still imbedded in her pussy. And as she squirmed and seethed atop him, Jungle Babe’s struggles inevitably caused the huge evil cock to slip and slide within her. Unable to help herself, in mid-tirade, a gasp of passion quivered across her luscious lips. A tortured moan of unwanted yet irresistible pleasure blasted from her, as her gorgeous sweaty head shot back, trembling, until her trapped enemy could only see the underside of her sculpted, trembling chin.

“Ha!” Bush Poacher chuckled. “Ha ha ha!” Even though her mighty hands quivered inches above his chest, moments from tearing him to pieces, he laughed riotously up at his moaning impaled foe. Then, reaching down right past her trembling hands, and seized her by her swollen, buxom hips. “What are you going to do to me, bitch?” he asked… and, with irresistible force, slammed them down hard upon his crotch.

“Oh, Goddess!” Jungle Babe squealed as, for the first time in far too many seconds, his massive penis slammed up inside her and achingly filled her cunt. Her hands, which had lain poised to rip him apart for his misdeeds, suddenly seized hold of his body and clung on tight as a ferocious ripple of pleasure exploded up through her body.

Slowly, he relaxed his grip, letting her buxom hips rise up… making her whimper and squirm as even on its slow outward stroke his huge penis massively overstimulated her pussy. “Are you going to lead me in chains to some New African Republic jail?” he asked. Slowly, he squeezed his fingers tight into both ass cheeks. Jungle Babe whimpered, anticipating the coming attack… but doing nothing to resist it. Yet, still, she seemed utterly unprepared when he slammed her hips brutally downwards again.

“Oh, Great GODDESS!” Jungle Babe squealed, her hands shooting up to clutch at her trembling head. Her eyes appeared lost and shocked as they stared into the distance, like she’d just now discovered some secret of the universe. “I…” she gasped, lips quivering. “I…”

“Or are you going to take me to the Hague, bitch?” he said. His hands rose up higher upon her wide, buxom hips, taking a firm grip to either side of her trim little waist. “To make me answer for my many, many crimes?”

This time as he slammed her hips down, he smashed his cock up, and rammed into her harder than ever before. His massive dick not only slammed into her to the hilt, it ground inside her against tender depths no man, or woman, had ever before touched.

“Oh! Oh, GOD!” Jungle Babe moaned. Unable to help herself her hands shot up and clutched to her head, as it rocked helplessly backwards. It tilted back down and gaped down at him, eyes wide and shining in awe.

“Or, bitch…” he sneered. One hand slid forward to trace, teasingly at her belly and her sexy navel. His other slid around to take a single, rude and mocking grip across both rotund cheeks of her ample ass. “Or are you going to tear me limb from limb?!” he asked. Her thighs quivered, waiting his brutal downward shove. When it came, they could scarcely mount any resistance at all. His huge dick slammed into her pussy harder than it had since he had been on top and she’d been bound, “for murdering the ‘love of your life’?!”

“OH! OH GODDESS!!!” Jungle Babe squealed. As his dick struck home deep inside her, she swayed back and forth upon her thighs, and then tumbled back down to lie prostrate atop him. Her eyes gazed deeply into his, her mouth agape and quivering. Then, slowly, her lips twisted into a snarl.

“Oh, Goddess…” she hissed at him. “I hate you!” Slowly, her buxom fertile hips slid back up his huge bloated cock… and then, just as slowly, shoved back down him again. Her lips quivered in awe, but her eyes never left him. “I… I HATE you!” she repeated. Her hips pumped up and down him again, fucking herself with his cock. “I hate you, you… you… MURDERER!” she moaned.

And, losing all self-control, Jungle Babe began to pound her hips furiously up and down the evil criminal’s cock, wrecking and ruining her pussy which his massive girth just as eagerly, and just as brutally, as he had originally done to her himself.

“You… you may have taken my body…” Jungle Babe hissed down into her enemy’s smirking face, as she gave it to herself savagely with his dick. “And… and my mind…” she admitted, head rocking back with a gasp as she got in a particularly brutal, flawless thrust of his dick inside her pussy. “You may have made me… made me literally addicted to your cock. But… but no matter what… I swear… No man as evil as you will ever have my heart! This… this Jungle Babe promises, you… you vile, wretched STUD!”

Lying back and enjoying, Bush Poacher sneered. One hand idly stroked and caressed her pumping behind, while the other cupped and teased her enormous, bouncing, shapely breast. “I’m fine with that, slut…” he said. His sneer broadened. “But we’ll see just the same.”

The poacher and the jungle heroine slowly slid into their own private sexual world… a world composed entirely of sweaty flesh, deep quivering gasps, and the sliding of her flawless naked flesh against his bloated mass. So engrossed were they in their desperate fucking that neither paid the slightest attention to the great, muscular corpse that lay sprawled just beneath them – Jungle Babe’s love, and Bush Poacher’s victim.

Suddenly, unnoticed by either partner in the sexual dance just beside him, the seemingly dead corpse twitched… and then slowly stirred. Not yet knowing what the background moaning he was hearing was, and mistaking it for part of the ringing in his head, the mighty man-lion sucked a deep breath and looked up at the sky. “Ha!” he said, his deep voice ragged yet rumbling with smugness. “You didn’t count on my second heart or my False Death power, did you, dishonorable assailant! Now to hunt you down and… and…”

For, having turned his head, the massive lion man’s jaw fell. His eyes spread wide and lost, and a look of utterly dumbfounded disbelief spread across his leonine fate. “My… my future bride?!” he whimpered, gaping at the sight of his precious, buxom Jungle Babe humping her heart out upon the appreciative body of what, he almost instantly realized, was his would-be murderer. “What are you doing?”

But Jungle Babe was so far gone she barely even heard him. His voice carried into her cock-smashed head like whispers from a dream, and she paid them not the slightest concern. Instead, body shaking continuously with orgasm, she slowly coiled her arms tighter and tighter around her evil villain, gazing in rapt awe down into his hideous face.

“Oh… oh Bush Poacher…” she softly whispered. “My heart is smitten.” She slammed her hips furiously up and down his massive penis, revealing exactly what tight, hot, dripping-wet route he had used to reach said tender, heroinely heart. “Please,” she whispered softly. Her huge breasts rubbed, worshipfully, back and forth across his hairy greasy chest. “Take me. Bind me. Make me yours. I…. I love you…”

And, craning her gorgeous head low, mighty Jungle Babe gently gave the villain’s smirking, delighted lips a long, delicate, and worshipful kiss.

At the exact same instant, Bush Poacher seized Jungle Babe’s luscious round hips, slammed them down hard… and held them, firmly. His huge dick, buried to the hilt inside her tight sopping pussy, twitched, throbbed, jerked… and unleashed a massive explosion of seed up into her defenseless, fertile womb. His dick pulsed again and again, unloading his massive load inside her… and in seconds, around the base of his giant dick, horrified Masufu could see the villain’s pearly white cum spurting and dribbling out of his beloved’s wide-spread, well-lubricated pussy.

Enjoying the exultant spurts of his sperm up inside Jungle Babe, and her awed tongue caressing worshipfully against his as he kissed her back, Bush Poacher, unlike his quivering big-breasted paramour, still had enough presence of mind to realize Masufu’s re-awakened state. Calmly, in mid-spurt and mid-tongue-flick, he reached down to his belt and drew his knife. Masufu, still busy gaping in soul-crushing horror at the cuckolding sperm shooting out of his would-be-bride’s pussy, didn’t even see it coming until it was too late. With a single flash of the blade, the poacher cut open the noble mutant’s throat.

Voice coming now in nothing but a soft, ragged gurgle, the stunned Masufu slowly turned down his eyes and gaped in horror at his slashed bleeding throat. Then he looked back up, and, as the light started to fade, looked once more at the sight of his true love’s pussy dribbling with his murder’s seed. It was the last sight he ever saw. Eyes rolling slowly backwards, that last sight etched forever on his dying brain, Masufu, the Great Lord of the Veldt, slowly rolled backwards and this time truly died.

Oblivious, as the man who an hour before she had confessed as her one true love breathed his last inches away, Jungle Babe broke her kiss, gazed down into the evil villain’s face, and lightly stroked his head. “I… I love you…” she repeated, softly. Her luscious round hips slowly pumped up and down his penis, milking as much of his evil seed as she could up into her thirsty body. Then, pulling him close, she kissed him a second, deeper time.

When she released him from the kiss at last, Bush Poacher wore an evil, triumphant leer upon his lipstick-stained lips.

“That’s nice, bitch,” he said. His hands lightly caressed her thighs. Then, suddenly, he seized her. Jungle Babe shrieked as he threw her off him. She landed upon her belly in the dirt, gasping in shock. She whirled upon her haunches, and gasped, gaping upwards as he slowly stood up above her.

He stood tall over her, his legs planted wide, his bloody knife held in one hand and her cut ropes in his other. His huge dick dangled between his legs. By chance, beneath one of his feet lay her twisted bra, and beneath the other, her panties. Between his legs the corpse of her would-be beloved Masufu was perfectly framed, his cut-open throat appearing to her widening and horrified eyes just beneath the tip of the murderous poacher’s immense, dripping, heroine-juice-covered penis.

“But I don’t give a fuck what you love, slut,” he sneered down at her. “I only want to hear one thing from you.” His sneer broadened. “And I think you know what it is.”

Jungle Babe breathed hard, her mind and heart aflutter. Her gorgeous blue eyes slowly and repeatedly slid back and forth between the corpse of what might have been her loving husband… and the evil criminal’s giant, dripping, heroine-wrecking penis.

Finally, Jungle Babe could resist no longer. With a tiny defeated moan she rolled onto all fours. With his semen pouring in rivers down the interior of her powerful shapely thighs, she slowly crawled forward.

“I am yours, villain,” she said softly. Her cheeks flushed pink and her body squirmed with shame to say the words… but, as glop after triumphant glop of his seed dribbled from her devastated pussy, and as her mighty buxom body trembled with the aftershocks of his ferocious pleasure, she could bring herself to say nothing else. “I… I will be forever your slave, and obey your every command. Consider my bush… poached.”

Leaning down and looking up with wide shining and worshipful eyes, the mighty heroine brought her luscious pink lips together and gave his penis a tender and adoring kiss.

Enjoying her sweet lips, Bush Poacher threw his head back and laughed, and laughed, and laughed. “Excellent!” he said, as she finished and sank back once more, blushing, to sit and squirm upon her semen-leaking haunches. “This has been a most successful expedition! You shall make a fine addition to my caravan!”

“Your… your caravan?” Jungle Babe asked, confused.

Grinning broadly, Bush Poacher lifted a hand and made a summoning gesture with two fingers. “Come forth, my bush bearers!” he called out loudly, to a small party that had waited patiently, unseen and unheard, at the base of the craggy hill. Blushing yet obedient, three naked women shouldered their burdens and began delicately ascending the hill.

“Oh, Goddess,” Jungle Babe said, gaping in shock as she recognized each of them in turn.

At the lead of the little herd of prize-pussies was Sara Croft, her huge breasts sloshing as she stepped daintily through the rocky brush. Other than her socks and boots and fingerless gloves she wore little. Behind her came Texas Starr, also wearing little save her boots, gloves, and hat. Jungle Babe would later learn that the bold western heroine had been lured into the deep wilds of Africa by a challenge to a hunting contest with the infamous Bush Poacher… only to find herself outmatched in far more ways than she had ever imagined. And taking up the tail of the line, Jungle Babe moaned in dismay to see, was her own delicate sidekick Jungle Girl - every bit as naked and humiliated as the others.

Blushes upon their cheeks, the three voluptuous porters reached the top of the hill and halted in a line. A single cord running between their necks was their only restraint. They kept their gorgeous faces studiously forward, expressions blank, luscious lips pursed in neither a smile nor a frown. Each of the three female’s inner thighs was coated with shining semen that poured from their bare pussies, revealing without words exactly how they had been tamed. Each had her hands lifted high, causing their gigantic breasts to bounce slosh high and defenseless in the harsh and perilous jungle, as their arms each held aloft a bundle of their evil master’s loot.

Then Jungle Babe gasped again, louder, as she finally got a close enough look to realize what the three buxom conquests were carrying. This shocked gasp at last drew a few guilty glances and shameful squirms from the silent pussy-purloined porters, but this lasted only a second before their servile composure returned. Hoisted above her head and huge rack blushing Sara Craft carried a bundle of pelts and skins from a mind-boggling array of protected species. Hoisted above her trademark hat, Texas Starr averted her eyes from Jungle Babe’s gaze as she held aloft a heavy bundle of rhino horns and elephant tusks. And in back, Jungle Girl squirmed and glanced momentarily up at her own load, which consisted of the collected clothes, bras, and panties of herself and her fellow captives… as well as enough exotic animal penises to keep China satisfied for months.

“How… how could you do this?!” Jungle Babe gasped, appalled.

“What part of Bush Poacher did you not understand?” he asked, sneering smugly. In the process of watching his delightful, huge-breasted caravan’s ascent, and Jungle Babe’s reactions, his massive evil penis had become rock hard once more. Seizing her head, he slammed it up against her lips. Jungle Babe bleated, her eyes going wide with shock. “So, bitch!” he said. “What’s it going to be? You going to accept your new master, in all his glory… or not?”

For several seconds, Jungle Babe’s lips remained closed, quivering in shock as, wide-eyed, she reeled against his sudden assault. Then, slowly, her furious struggles slowed. A deep blush slowly spread across her cheeks. Then, gently, ever so slowly, Jungle Babe opened her luscious lips and took him in.

“Aww, yeah…” Bush Poacher sighed, head tilting back and gloating with pleasure, as he felt Jungle Babe’s long and succulent tongue slowly caress gently, worshipfully against his penis. “Yeah, bitch… that’s the stuff!”

For the better part of the next hour, the three beautiful and naked bearers were forced to stand completely still and at attention before their new lord as he got a long, succulent, and utterly submissive blowjob from his worshipful new heroine sex-slave. Their faces remained up, their eyes fixed perfectly ahead… most of the time. But they could not help themselves. In no time, tiny blushes had spread across their cheeks… as each, repeatedly, could not help but flick her eyes downward and gasp. Lips growing dry and thirsty, one by one they slid out their little tongues to moisten them. Slowly, as they swayed high in the air before their exultant lord and his slurping slave, the tender tips of their big bare breasts grew stiff and hard. And in no time their bare pussies glistened, and began to positively drip with moisture. Ignoring it all, Bush Poacher made them wait, head rolling and sighing with pleasure as Jungle Babe sucked his cock.

Some time later, the little caravan set back out along the trail. Bush Poacher boldly led the way, his pants re-closed and his giant rifle shouldered. By one hand he trailed a rope connected to the throats of all four of his buxom, trailing prizes… but the looseness with which he held it revealed he had little worry of any of his blushing conquered heroines attempting to escape. Silent and un-complaining, the first three buxom heroines followed dutifully in his wake, his immense loads of semen by now dripping down their calves and their illegal loads bobbing above their heads.

At the very back of the little herd the fourth and most recent addition to the caravan blushed slightly, and struggled with her load. Her big round naked ass making a very fitting caboose to the little slave train, Jungle Babe struggled along far in the wake of her new master… the corpse of her would-be lover and husband held aloft at the ends of her uplifted arms as she carried him away to be stuffed.

Months later, in one of the many luxurious penthouses Bush Poacher paid for with his ill-gotten wealth, an elevator dinged and then opened, and the man himself strutted out.

All around him, huge glass windows revealed the glittering skyline of Delta City. But despite the view the interior of the luxurious penthouse was done up to resemble a rustic hunting lodge. On the far wall a huge stone fireplace roared welcomingly. Over the fireplace, and in fact filling every wall, hung an immense array of mounted animal heads… and more than a few superheroes. Both beasts and masked champions were arranged to look proud and valiant and fierce, their bold gazes staring lifeless into the center of the room. Each had a plaque beneath it bearing its name: from Bengal Tiger to Black Rhino and Ultraman to Captain Earth.

Intermixed among the heads of animals and heroes were the sweetest trophies of all: the skimpy bras and panties of countless sexually-defeated super-heroines. Each proudly-colored bikini or logo emblazoned bustier was the prize from yet another super-heroinely bush ravaged and tamed by Bush Poacher’s vile but irresistible gun. To drive the point home the sawdust-stuffed heads of the valiantly staring heroes were flanked, wherever possible, by the trademarked bras and panties of their own pussy-conquered distaff counterparts. Thus Captain Earth’s proudly-lifted, square-jawed, and saw-dust-stuffed head was placed at the center of a pentacle composed of all five of the tiny thongs and enormous bras of his appropriately-named teen protégés, the Global Girls.. with whom Bush Poacher had enjoyed a terrific six-way orgy that their horrified dying mentor had been forced to watch. On another wall The Lone Musketeer glared forth defiantly. His trademark foot-wide handlebar mustache had been treated to be stiff enough so that the French-cut Tricolor bikini of his daughter cum sidekick Marianne could hang mockingly from his own famous ‘stache; her ample bra on the left of his fearsome glare, her scoop-front panties on the right. On another wall, at the center of display of magical beasts poached from the fantastic dimension of Eternia the broad shoulders and handsome head of mighty He-Man was flanked to either side by the delicate white huge-cupped dress and tiny white panties of his sister, Princess She-Ra.

At the center of the great penthouse trophy hall, before the raging flames, there lay a sprawling lion-skin rug. And upon its silky soft surface, stretched out upon her side, lay the buxom blonde heroine Jungle Babe. She was naked. Her own trademark bikini was one of dozens hanging upon the wall behind her; the huge-cupped bra and teeny tiny panties dangling on either side of the great mantle-piece. She stirred and gasped as she heard the elevator open, arching her back and lifting her gorgeous head to watch Bush Poacher enter.

“Welcome home, master,” the once-proud heroine said. “Were you successful?”

“Oh, yes,” Bush Poacher said. “Your sidekick alone brought me over a million. I hope she makes that Nigerian diamond smuggler deliriously happy.” Jungle Babe gasped despite herself to hear her little sister’s fate… and moistened her lips. After all this time under the poacher’s thumb, somehow instead of being horrified, the idea of her innocent sidekick as a gangster’s slave made her pussy wet.

“Unfortunately, one of your heroine friends burst into the auction before it was complete.”

From behind his back, Bush Poacher drew forth Ms. Americana’s unmistakable trademark bikini and let it dangle from his extended fingers for a few seconds. Jungle Babe stared at her friends’ skimpy swaying bra and panties in momentary shock… her already wet pussy getting even damper.

“She got away, but not before I poached her bush,” Bush Poacher said. “She took it pretty hard, if you get my drift. She’ll come back and beg for more soon… even if she has to tell herself she’s ‘confronting me’ or something.” With a dismissive flick, he deposited Americana’s skimpy bikini onto a nearby table. “Now, where we?”

Rolling onto her back, Jungle Babe reached down, slipped two fingers into her sopping pussy and, with a delicate shuddering gasp, spread herself wide. “Anywhere you want to be, master,” she whispered. Grinning, the evil villain unzipped, unleashed his giant cock, came down onto his knees, and entered her. Even after all these times with him inside her, Jungle Babe still gasped and quivered in awe as he slid deep inside her.

For the rest of the night, as the fire slowly burned down, the once-proud heroine strove to pleasure her criminal conqueror. Beneath the mighty glares of a dozen valiant heroes and the skimpy swaying bikinis of a dozen once-proud heroines, she writhed like a minx as he fucked her face to face, moaned and squirmed like a whore as he pounded her buxom ass, and bobbed her head eagerly during breaks where he lay back and let her give him head. Finally, cast into silhouette by the last few glowing embers, she finished the night by eagerly riding him cowgirl style, letting the foul man lie back and enjoy while her mighty and buxom body energetically did all the work. As she bounced pneumatically upon him for what seemed like hours, she looked down into his ugly, buck-toothed leering face, and gasped in love and adoration.

As they fucked the silky-soft rug beneath them jerked about slightly in time to their deep thrusts. At the edge of the rug, just a few feet away from them, the great Masufu’s sawdust-stuffed head stared up at the ceiling, dumbfounded. As the last few glimmers of light slowly faded upon the still-writhing bodies of the voluptuous blonde and her ugly smirking lord, the play of that soft light on Masufu’s glassy eyes made them appear to be crying. As if he could also hear his would-be bride’s sweet melodious voice repeatedly begging his murderer to thrust even deeper and harder… as, with an explosion of cum deep within her fertile hips, he once again poached her noble and defenseless blonde bush.

Summary: Jungle Babe is bound before the mighty lion-man Masufu; but instead of exploiting her, the mutant terrorist proclaims his love and proposes marriage. Eyes shining, Jungle Babe admits she shares his feelings, and accepts… only to see him immediately get shot. Masufu’s murderer, the aptly named Bush Poacher, comes forth and, finding her ungrateful, proceeds to live up to his name by ravaging her mouth, stealing her bikini, and then finally taming her with his immense dick. Her bush poached, she kisses his feet, then his dick. Laughing, he summons forth a chain of naked porters consisting of several of her fellow heroines, and adding her to it, continues his victory march through the jungle. Much later, in a penthouse-cum-trophy-lodge atop a Delta City skyscraper, Bush Poacher enjoys yet another fuck with his poached heroine slave… atop the very pelt of her cuckolded would-be husband.