Ilustrated bondage tales - Patty the Jungle Queen - Bondage perils in the jungle X

It was early morning when two warriors were entering the hut where Helma Christina stood still tied up and gagged on the post.
"It's time to get your punishment, clergy woman. The jungle woman and the three warriors have not come back yet. Time is running off. We will bring you to the place where you will meet your fate."
"UMMMPG. MMMMMGH"
Christina's ropes were cut and she was grabbed by the strong arms of the warriors. She was too weak to offer any resistance.
The two warriors haled her out off the village the short way to the river bank.
"Move, white woman, the crocs are waiting for you. Your flesh will ending under their teeth."
"UMMMMMMPH. MMMMMMGH."

Soon they had reached the river bank. The missionary wife was horrified when she spotted two crocodiles which where dozing in the early morning sun not far away.
"UMMMMPG. MMMMMMMMHG"
"Kneel down, clergy woman. We've to tie you up.

The two warriors had brought along some long pieces of rope. Each of Christina's wrists and ankles was tightly knotted with one piece of rope which were each knotted to some distant trees, so that the Christian missionary was tied up in a kneeling position with her arms being in a spread eagle position.

"UMMMMPGHM. MMMMMMMMH"
"Your moaning and whimpering won't help you, clergy woman. Pray to your Lord that Nikila will be back in time. Otherwise the crocs will devour your flesh.

Some desperate hours passed. The warriors were still close by to prevent that the missionary would be devoured by the crocodiles before the time had run out.

And then, there was a sound of a motor boat. Completly apalled Henry George Goodfellow spotted his wife, kneeling on the river bank, tight up and gagged.
"Oh Jesus, Christina. I must save her, oh my God."
He wanted to jump into the river to get close to his wife.
"Wait. George. You'll soon free her. Just a sec to get the boat ashore.

Helma Christina thought she was already in heaven when she saw her husband sain and unharmed approaching to her. Quickly he removed her gag and freed her from her bonds.
"Oh Darling. For heavens sake. You're unharmed. Are you allright?
"Oh yes. Thanks God. We're save. Jesus! What an adventure!
And God knows what is still to come.

Closely nestled one to the other the missionary couple said good-bye to Patty.

"Thank you so much, Patty. Without you we've never made it.
  God bless you."
"God bless you two, and if you should ever need help again, just call me and I will be there. Take care!

Ilustrated bondage tales - Patty the Jungle Queen - Bondage perils in the jungle IX

Patty had moved really quickly. And then she saw him. He was sitting on a three-metre high tree and was smoking a cigarette, with his gun over his shoulder. Apparently he was not expecting her. She was on an other tree, some two metre higher and some ten metre far away from the tree where he was lurking. And now he was turning his back to her. There was a liana close by. She had to act quickly. It was a unique chance to take him by surprise. Patty knew what do do. She got the liana and swang across. She got him with her feet and gave him a kick into his back. He went down on the jungle ground and hit hard. He was already dazed by the tumble and she gave him an other kick with her bar sole against his chin. That was enough to knock him out. Patty took some piece of rope which she had brought along and tied up his wrists and ankles. Then she riped off a big part of his lime green shirt and used it to gag him. Then, suddenly she heard shots. They must come from the river. Possibly the other criminal, the bold one who had knocked her out. Might be that he had discovered the three warriors in the canoe. She had to find him, too. She got back on the tree and moved quickly in the direction from where the shots had come from.  Some other shots. And then a cry. It was the the voice of the bold one. Quickly Patty got to the place. She found the criminal laying against a tree near the river bank. A spear stuck in his right arm.
And one of the warriors was just close by and about to spear him once more.
"Die, white pig!"
"No wait, let him alive. He will be judged for his crimes by a court. And there's still the female criminal. She must be guarding the hostages. Stay with him and let him alive. I'll be back soon."
Patty was relieved that the warriors were obeying to her orders.
Then she asked the criminal.
"Where's your camp Mr. Tell me for your own sake."
" I'll tell you nothing, jungle slut. But when you get there you'll find a little surprise, hahaha.

It was not difficult for Patty to find the camp which she had already spotted before with her spiritual eye. She was really suprised to see the criminal lady tied up so tightly together with the Christian missionary. She quickly freed the three captives and then retied the aubon haired criminal who was too weakened to offer any resistance.
"Well, after all we had some fun together, Mr. Clergy-Sissy. Take care."
"My wife and I will pray for you, God bless you. It's never too late to get back to the Lord."
"You really make me laugh, Mr. Never seen such a crazy guy. Farewell!
It was decided that the three warriors should escort the three captive criminals back to the village while Jacky, the missionary and the Chief's daughter would take the motor boat to get back to the village.

Ilustrated bondage tales - Patty the Jungle Queen - Bondage perils in the jungle VIII

When Helma Christina Goodfellow came around she was looking into the grim faces of two warriors.
"She's coming to. Let's take her to the Chief's hut"
The missionary wife was grabbed ungently be her arms and put to her feet and she realized that she was still bound and gagged. She gave a moan into her gag, begging to be released from her restrains.
"Move white coo. The Chief will decide your fate. I you hadn't been so faint-hearted, Nikila would have never been captured by the evil-ones. You will pay for that. Move. Move!"
Ungently, the bound and gagged female missionary was haled towards the village. She realized that Patty, who was still knocked out, was carried by two other warriors.
After more or less twenty minutes they had reached the village and Helma Christina and the unconscious Patty were brought into the Chief's hut, who was sitting on a kind of throne.
"Take her gag off"
Christinas gag was finally removed.
"Oh thanks. For heavens sake. Please, give me some water. I'm so thirsty!"
"Shut up, white sissy. If you wouldn't have have been so pathetic and chicken-hearted my daughter would haver never felt into the clutches of those criminals. Tell me! What do they want.
"Oh Jesus. Please! Forgive me! They had my husband as hostage. I ...I had no choice. I had to save him...!
"Stop you pathetic whimpering. What did they tell you. What do they want?"
"They...they want me and Patty to bring the diamond statue down the river where they will wait for us. Oh please. We've to do exactly what they want. They've your daugther and my husband as hostages. We, we..."
"NEVER! NEVER! I'll get my warriors to chase them. Get the clergy sissy and the jungle woman out of my eyes. Tie them up to a post in a hut. If anything happes to my daughter they will pay for it.!
"Oh no, please. We can't take that risk. Oh please. We...we have to...
"Out of my eyes. Gag her again. I can't stand her pathetic whimpering. GO! GO!

Henry George Goodfellow and the Chief's daughter Nikila had now spend more than four or five hours tightly bound and gagged one to the other on the motor boats bench. Their blouses were soaked with sweat and the mosquitos were biting them again and again. But even in his most humiliating bondage distress Henry George had not lost his trust in the Lord. He was confident, that his wife and Patty would do anything possible to deliver the ransom and to release both of them our of their terrible bondage distress. But would the Chief would really agree to give the statue in exchange for his daughters life. And would the criminals really free all of them unharmed and save after having received the ransom. No doubts. Just pray and trust in the Lord. The only thing he could do. Pray! Pray even for the evil-doers, even for the merciless captors who had tied them up so tight and who were taunting and humiliating continiously.

Now the aubon haired middle-aged woman in her purple safari blouse approached the helpless prisoner.

"Well, well, wussy boy. How are we doing. Enjoying our little trip. Hope you're confortable. Haha. Must say. Never seen a bigger wuss in my whole life. But a handsome one. Very handsome, I must say. Guess you know how to caress a woman and make her very, very happy. Isn't it? Guess we could have some fun later on. I'll send the guys for some business and we'll have some fun, would do you say. Or I'll order the black coozie to do some naughty things with you. You'll enjoy. You'll see. Take care honey.

"Hey Evilia. What are you doing with the chicken there. Come over here. We've to talk business."

It was early morning when Patty the Jungle Queen came around. Her head was still hurting from the blow she had received. She found herself standing at a post in a jungle hut, tied up with a lot of rope. She felt some tender, trembling flesh next to her and realized that Helma Christina Goodfellow had been tied up next to her. Both woman had been gagged, too. The brave missionary wife had tried to calm down and had prayed all night long, imploring the Lord to show her and her fellow-captives a way out off their desperate bondage distress. Slowly Patty remembered what hat happened last night. Nikila and Henry George had been abducted and she and Christina were to deliver the ransom, but apparently the Chief had no intention to be, even with his daughter's life at risk. And she, Patty, now was bound and gagged at the post, unable to to anything to free the two hostages. She tested her bonds, they were to tight to get rid of them. Apparently the Chief trusted in his few remaining warriors to capture the criminals and to get his daughter back.

The two women spend some more two hours bound and gagged at the post in the jungle hut. Then some figures appeared in the entrance of the hut. It was the Chief and two of his warriors.
"Cut the Jungle woman loose"
Pattys bond were cut and she got her gag out of her mouth.
"Thank you, Chief. Please let me help you to get those criminals captured and to free your daughter and the missionary"
"Yes, I give you one chance, Jungle Woman. You've proven your strengh and courage when figthing and defeating  my best warriors. I'll give you three of them to capture the criminals and to get me daughter back to me. The missionary wife will remain as our prisoner and hostage. If you fail and don't come back with my daughter, we'll feed her to the river crocodiles.
"I'll be back with your daughter, Chief. Be sure of this."
Patty gave deep look into the eyes of the still bound and gagged missionary wife.
"Don't loose faith, Christina. I'll be back with your husband and Nikila very soon. Just pray and trust in the Lord!
The brave missionary wife gave a smile even in her complete bondage distress. With the powerfull Jungle Queen free again and ready to get into action there was still hope that her incredibly captivating bondage adventure at least would have an happy end.

The criminals jungle camp was about 3 miles away from the river bank. It was high noon and there were two tents. The criminals had bound Henry George and Nikila tightly one to the other on a tree. Evilia, the criminal lady was lasciviously laying in her hammock, only vested in her purple semi-buttonned safari blouse and shorts in the same colour. She was smoking a cigarette and mockingly observing the two prisoners. In the morning, when her two male accomplices were still sleeping, she had come out off her tent and has approached to her tied up captives. She had started to fondle and caress the helplessly bound and gagged Christian missionary who could not prevent to get hard under the experienced touches of the lascivious lady.
She had smiled mockingly at him and said:
"That's just an appetizer, Clergy Man, there's more to come.
I'll send the two guys for some business and then we'll have real fun. You'll see!"
Now she was observing her prey from her hammock, she knew that the had aroused him against his own will, it turned her on to have a wussy, but handsome and gentle-hearted man at her complete mercy. And an innocent black girl, apparently still a virgin, to witness all the things she would do with him.
The two men were sitting at a table, with a bottle of whisky.
"Hey guys, are you sure that they are really coming up with
the ransom in due time. What if they just try to spot us.
We'd better be watchful. One of you should observe the river and the other one watch the jungle path which leads do our camp. Might be that they are already searching for us."
"You're just an lazy and crooked bitch, Evilia. Know what you want. Want just have us out of the way to have some fun with the wussy boy. Don't dare to touch him. I'll tie you up both one to the other and then Skeleton and I will take you as a sandwich.  I'm sure you'll enjoy, haha. And then I'll take you both to the river and feed you to the crocodiles."
"But maybe she's right. What if the Chief does not agree to give us the diamond, even in exchange for his daughter.
I'll have a look in the jungle. And you go down to the river.
"Take care Evilia, but hands off from the prisoner. If we've fun it will be all three of us. If I become aware that you cuckold us you'll get what you deserve. Okay, lets go!

The two men arised from their chairs. Skeleton, the sniper set off in the direction of the river bank and the other one, the bold, who appeared to be Evilias lover or even husband,  moved towards the dense jungle. Evilia smiled mockingly. She had got them to do what she had wanted. In a few moments she would be alone with the two victims and she would get what she wanted. But she hadn't liked to be menaced by her two accomplices. How did they dare. She still needed them, but once  she got the diamond statue, she would get rid of them once for all. She had a pistol in her backpack in her tent and she would use it in due time. She would get rid of all of them. No witnesses. But first she would have fun. She decided to wait still some moments. Then she would get over to the missionary and have her fun. He was a complete wuss, but he was so tender and handsome, just the opposite of the rude and tough guys who were her accomplices. She was actually married to the bold one, but she also had been taken by the sniper, who was the most dangerous one. He had even raped her in front of her own husband, who had been bound to a tree when all three of them had been on a safari trip. They had hired him as their guide on a trip into the jungle to meet some ivory and diamond smuggler and one night when their were drunk he just had the couple at gunpoint. She had been forced to tie up her husband to a tree and then he had raped her in front of her husband. And even worse, once he had finished with her he had tied her up, too, and she had been forced to see that he had his evil ways with her husband, too. And the worse was, the next day, they contiued their safari as if nothing had happened, both of them being too coward to challenge the sniper, who was a tough guy and knew too many secrets of the crooked business couple who was involved in a lot of poaching and ivory and diamond smuggling. Over the time they had become a criminal trio and the chase for the diamond statue should be their biggest coup. But up to now, everything went wrong and she and her husband had even been captured by the village warriors after having robbed the diamond idole and Skeleton the Sniper had freed them before being handed over to the police. And now there were her with the two hostages, waiting for the ransom. Would the Chief really give them the diamond statue in exchange for his daughter. If not he would regret, his daughter and the missionary would pay the bill. And then they would return to the village and this time it would be business, they would get the Chief and make him tell them where the diamond statue was hidden. But if the jungle and the missionary wife would come over with the diamond statue, even better. For sure, her husband and the sniper would decide to get rid of all four of them, but as soon as she had got the diamond statue, she would be quicker. She would take them by suprise and split with the diamond idole. She wanted to get rid once for all of her brute and stupid husband and the demonical sniper. But would she really have the courage. She had never killed somebody. Maybe she could simply take the diamond statue and split. She would see...Now it was time to have her fun. She lounged around in her hammock and looked over to the bound missionary who stood tied up at the tree next to the native girl. Several loops of rope had been wounded around the two captives bodies. The missionary's safari shirt was soaked with sweet. He was really a cutie, even being in his early fifties with a little tummy and soft and sensitive facial features. He was such a pathetic wuss that she should have to sneer at him and for sure she did so, but on the other hand she felt uncredibly attracted to him, she had a faible for gentle, soft and handsome men who were just the opposite of her bossy and dominant character.
Slowly, very slowly she left her hammock and approached her bound and gagged victim.
"Okay wussy boy, let's have some fun. It's a pity that I can't cut your ropes, I guess even untied and ungagged you would'nt dare to resist when I would have my ways with you. But so what, let's start. How about this.
The aubon haired lady approached her fingers gently to the missionary's chest and began to massage and knead it with gentle circular movements. She continiued for a while to fondle and grope his chest and the missionary whimpered and groaned
in a mixture of shame, embarassement and arrousal. Then, Evilia continued the chest massage with the one hand while the other hand went down and approached to the crotch region of her powerless male victim.
"UMMMPG.MMMMMMHG"
"Relax, clergy pussy, just let it go. I know you like it. Don't you?"
With a gentle touch she started to knead the missionary's balls.
"UMMMMMPG. MMMMMH"
For Henry George Goodfellow it was just too much. He could'nt hold any longer and jizzed on.
"Oh you naughty boy. Couldn't you hold it just a little bit longer. But let's just have an other turn. Let's see.
Evilias fingers approached to the buttoned boxer short of the missionary which now was soaked with cum. She unbuttoned the button-facing and got out the missionaries cock with a gentle grip.
"There we go again. I guess the second time you'll hold on longer, will you?"
The aubon lady went down on her kness and approached her mouth to the missionary's still saggy cock.
"UMMMMMMPH. MMMMMMH. MMMMMMG"
Evilia was just putting her lips around the missionary's weenie when she heard the snap of a gun trigger and felt somethin hard in her back. Then she heard the harsh voice of her husband:
"I've warned you, Evilia, now you'll get what you deserve."

Helma Christina Goodfellow stand on a post in the middle of one of the village's hut. Several loops of tight rope were wounded around her chest, belly and upperlegs and her wrists were tightly crossed and bound behind the wodden post. Her gag was also still in place and the banana leaves which had been wadded up and stuffed into her mouth were soaked with saliva. She had no idea how long she had already stayed in this position. From time to time she struggled instinctively against her bonds but it was in vain. She was once again a completely powerless and helpless prisoner and they only thing she could do was to hope, to pray and to love. And so did she, she loved her husband who was probably in a similar bondage distress as she was forced to stand and she prayed and begged desperately to the Lord to get both of them and also the Chief's daughter out this distress and she tried even to pray for the sake and salvation of their captors, that they might have mercy with ther powerless and inoffensive victims and that nobody more would get hurt. She prayed with all possible abandon and surrender, the prayer is the force of the weak and powerless ones, and Helma Christina trusted that the Lord was really the defense and the lawyer of those real Christians who had surrendered to Him and had abandoned all kind of violence and hatred. With the time, she got back her peace of mind and even being a tied up and gagged victim, she felt confident that her prayer would not be in vain, that her husband and the Chief's daughter Nikila and herself, too, would be saved unharmed by the mercy of the Lord. It was not the first time, that she and her husband had been victims of fierce criminals, even before coming as missionaries to Africa they had been a sucessful business couple and had been robbed and kidnapped several times by brute criminals. Bondage had been for the Goodfellows a kind of Christian experience, the first Christians, those who really followed the Christ, they had been bound, too, to by the Romans and the Jews, as one can read in the Gospel.  After her ardent prayer Helma Christina was now completely calm and confident. She praised the Lord for being still alive, even bound and gagged, and she knew deep in her heart that this captivating adventure would not be the last one that she and her husband would have to stand.

Meanwhile Patty the Jungle Queen was moving fast through the jungle. It was a dense wooded area with a lote of lianas, so she could layaway from liana to liana and move very quick. She had agreed with the three warriors that they should take a canoe and move upside the river in search of the motor boat of the criminals which for sure was hidden somewhere along the river bank. Once discovered the boat, the camp of the criminals should not be far. Patty had decided to take the way through the jungle, also in search of the criminals camps were the hostages were hold prisoner. Patty had had a deep meditation and with her spiritual eye she had discovered the camp of the criminals, she had seen the missionary and the Chiefs daughter tied up on  a tree, the female criminal laying in a hammock and the two male bandits sitting on a table and drinking whiskey. Then the two males had head off in different directions. And guided by her intuition, Patty now knew where to go. In a few hours she would have reached the place and this time she would defeat the criminals once for all and free the hostages. She had to do so otherwithe the missionary wife hold as hostage in the village would face an horrible fate...

Evilia could still not believe what had just happened to her. She stood face to face with the missionary, their bodies tied up with several loops of ropes very close one to the other, her boobs in close touch to the missionaries chest and his semi-erected cock rubbing against her crotch. Their wrists were crossed and tied up behind their respective buttocks and their boots roped together as well. And the worse was that noose of rope had been tightly wound around both their necks and than fixed to a limb some three meters above them. So with every false movements they both risked to be choked. Evilia would have liked to cry for help or just to curse. But her mouth had been gagged and was very close to the mouth of her co-captive. The only thing she could do was to moan and whimper. She had never in her life felt so humiliated and the same time she was aroused beyond believe. Having her surprised in a very delicate position her husband had her at gunpoint and ordered to release the missionary and the Chiefs daughter from their bonds. Than she was forced to tie up the black girl again on a tree and then her husband had started his bondage work, tying up his horny adulterous wife and the innocent missionary very close one to the other. Once finished his work, he started to ripp of his wife's shorts and gave her a spanking with a bramble. Und then he took her from behind.

"UMMMMPG. MMMMMMMGG"

"Take this bitch. You wanted to be very snuggled to your wussy boy. Take this for now. There's more to come once I'll be back with sniper. We need neither you nor the clergy sissy. Once we're finished with you, we'll feed you to the crocs. Farwell, coozie!"

"UMMMMMMPG. MMMMMMMMGH.

And then her husband had quit, leaving the three tightly bound and gagged prisoners behind in the camp...

Ilustrated bondage tales - Patty the Jungle Queen - Bondage perils in the jungle VII

Later on the full moon was shining above the village. The Goodfellow couple was sleeping together in a hammack in one of the huts. Henry George was happy to feel the soft and tender body of his wife safe und unharmed so close to him after all the ordeal they had stand together. Once alone, they had kissed each other and even completely exhausted, they had made love in a way only a couple can do it who has spend hours and hours together in tight bonds without being able to touch and to confort each other. Now they were sleeping peacefully, still wearing their safari style blouses with chest pockets and shoulder epaulettes. They were completely unaware that a new danger was lurking outside in the dark jungle.

Patty, the Jungle Queen was feeling that danger through her very highly developped sense of intuition. She knew that something would happen this night. She was lying in her hammack in an other hut. She was sure that this adventure was far from being over. She had fallen into a light slumber, but then her intuition was telling her that something was going to happen. There was danger lurking outside. She had to act. The ennemy might strike again soon and she had to prevent it. She got out off her hammock and left the hut. The village was illuminated by the full moon light. There was the hall in the center of the village and around ten huts around it  in a kind of half circle.
There were three warriors on guard in front of one ot the hut, apperently the Chief's hut. Two other guards war on patrol around the village. The guards where only armed with spears and had no guns. So they would be easy targets if the sniker would strike again. And he would strike. Patty knew it by her intuition. And she had to prevent him from killing innocent people. Then she heard the first shot. One of the guards was hit on his arm and the others searched cover behind the Chief's hut. Patty quickly searched cover, too, and entered in the dense brushwood behind her hut. From there she could observe the scenery and get on idea from which direction the shot had come. There was no other shot. The guards were in cover behind the Chief's hut. Apperently the sniper was lurking somewhere in some distance on the opposite side, possibly sitting on a tree. And there were his two accomplices, too, the criminal couple. Where they were and what are they were going to do? Patty had to find out. She moved through the brushwood in the direction of the place where she presumed the sniper might hide.  In the dense brushwood it was quite dark and without light she had difficulties to move forward. Then, suddenly, she stumbled upon something lying on the floor. She fell down and discovered that she had tripped over the body of one of he guards who had appearently been knocked out. She felt his pulse and was allieved that he was still alive. So it was sure, that the criminal couple was here, too. She had to be very very carefully. Then she heard shots again. From his place, the striker had control over the whole village. Nobody cut leave his hut without being shot.  But Patty was outside and she would do everything to stop him.

The Goodfellow couple had been slumbering peacefully in their hammock, closely snuggeld together. Then they had been brutally wakened by the shot. Fearfully, Helma Christina nestled to her husbands chest, trembling on her whole body, in desperate search of protection.
"Oh Jesus, Darling, did you hear that. For heavens sake, what's going on?"
"No idea, Darling. The village's being attacked. Might be the same guy who's already shot on us."
"Oh Lord, what...what shall we do."
"We'd better stay in the hut. There's nothing we could do."
"You're right, Darling, but at least we'd better dress up. Who knows what still might happen this night. Darling...what do you...oh, Jesus, my God!

While Helma Christina was speaking a shadow had emerged in the door of the hut. And then, the Goodfellow were facing a middle-aged red-haired woman who had a six-gun in her fist...

"Ah, must be the Clergy Sissies. No need to dress up, Pussies, you're all right just as you are. And now be nice and calm and put your hands up."

Patty was still approaching the place where she assumed the sniker might hide. Then she heard two other shots. Through the dense brushwood she had a quick glimpse on the village place who was illuminated by the full moonshine. She saw the guard still taking cover behind the Chief's hut and for a moment she had the impression that a appearently female person had entered in the hut were the Goodfellow's were sleeping. But Patty had no time to wonder about this. First she had to take care of the sniker. And then in some distance, on a tree, she spotted the red glow of a cigarette. This had to be him. Carefully, Patty snuck up closer to the tree, where the sniker was sitting on a crotch, some three meters above the jungle ground. She saw his shadow and the gun he was pointing on the village. All his attention was focussed there so that it should be easy for Patty to get him if she attacked him in the right way. Soon she was close by and she decided to climb on an other tree next to the tree he was sitting on and then to jump on him and take him by surprise...

The Goodfellow couple was completely appalled. Side by side they were sitting on their hammock, and raised up their hands, facing the six-gun which was appointed on them. Semi-naked, only dressed up in their semi-buttoned safari blouses, they felt more vulnerable and exposed then ever before in their lifetime.

"Who...who are you...what...?" Helma Christina stummered.

"No silly, questions, Clergy coo! You know quite well that we're coming to get the Diamond Statue. And you two sissies will help us to get it!"

"But how, we don't know nothing about it."

"Haha, you're such pathetic liars and weak sisters. But on the other hand you're just the perfect hostages. Might by very helpful"

"But, you're crazy. The natives won't give you the Statue in exchange for our lives. They don't care about us!"

"The Chief and the villagers possibly not, but the Chief's daughter might be a little more civilizized. She is a Christian and she will accept to join you two in bondage to save your lifes. And once we get the Chief's daughter, her father will for sure give as the Statue as ransom to get her back."

"What a pervert plan. Shame on you."

"Shut up, silly Clergy coo. Enough talk. Now you'll put your wet panties into your sissy husbands mouth and gag him. And then youll tie him up hands and feet. Go on! What are you waiting for!

Patty was now some 3 our 4 meters from the tree, where the sniker was sitting on a crotch aiming with his gun on the village please. The full moon and probably a night-vision device gave him full sight over the village square so that nobody could leave the huts without being shot. Patty wondered that he hadn't shot at her when she had left her hut, for sure he knew that she was being around, and there was the knocked out guard, too. And then, suddenly, she heard a crackling sound, so as if a branch had been crashed. And she felt an intensive feeling in her nipples, her female intuition gave alarm, too. She turned around and remarked a shadow emerging from the brushwood behind her. 

"Hands up, Jungle Queen. You'd better surrender. We want you alive, but only if you give us a choice."

Patty obeyed. She rose up her hands und a middle-aged bald and beared man appeared, a gun in his fist.

"So. You are also the diamond hunters. So we finally meet."

"Yeah, jungle bitch. We've heard about you. So down on your knees and hands up. Won't take any risk. Have heard about your fighting skills. But it won't help you."

Patty did as she was told to do. She knelt down on the floor and felt the touch of the foliated jungle ground under her bare knees. 

"Okay. You win. What are you going to do with me, now. You, you won't shot me, will you!"

"Haha. Not yet. First we'll send you to the land of dreams. We'll talk more later on. Sweet dreams, Jungle Queen."

While speaking the men had approached to his helpless captive from behind and now he gave her a with the grip of his six-gun a well aimed hit on the back of her head. Completely knocked-out, Patty went immediatley down to the ground.

"That's it, Jungle Queen. So we have less problems to tie you up."

Meanwhile, Helma Christina Goodfellow was tying up her husband Henry George. First she had been forced to remove her panties and to stuff it deeply into her husbands mouth. Then she had to fix it with the scarf she was wearing. The woman, who was dressed with a purple coloured safariblouse and bermudas of the same colour then had giver her some rope, too, and Helma Christina had tied up her husbands wrists. Then Henry George had been ordered to lay down in the hammock and his wife had tied up his ankles, too.

"Okay, well done, Clergy sissy, I guess you did some good ropework, I'll check it later on when I'll having a little tête à tête with your hero, hahaha"

"Please, what, what...Oh please, don't do him any harm, please".

"Hahaha. Never thought that even clergy sissies could be so wimpy. Listen. You'll know will go over the Chief's daughter hut and convince her to come back with her to join you and your sweetheart in tight bonds. If you are not back with the girl within fifteen minutes, your beloved husband will be a goner, but be sure, before I'll make him suffer. And now go outside. But you'll better rise up your hands to show my Pal outside that you are on a mission, otherwise he could shot you. And now go! Meanwhile I'll have some fun with your wussy boy. What are you waiting for? Go!"

Meanwhile Patty had come quickly back to her senses. She found herself standing against a tree, her wrists crossed behind and tightly tied. An other long piece of rope had been wounded in several loops around her chest, belly and upper legs so that she was closely pinned to the tree. She tested her bonds which were strong and she would definetely not be able to release herself. She had been trapped, surprised and overpowered and for the moment she was completely powerless and to make it worse, a piece of cloth had been stuffed into her mouth and tightly knotted behind her neck, so that she not even could call for help.

From the tree to which she had been bound she could see the sniper who was still aiming with his gun on the village square. What where the attackers are intending to do? The Chief was the only one who knew where the Diamond Statue was and his hut was still guarded by the warriors. And even if they would be able to capture the Chief. Would he really reveal the hiding place, even under torture? But then Patty understood. Nikila! She was the Chief's beloved daughter? If they got Nikila, the Chief would do anything to release her unharmed. Nikila should better had left the village together with the missionary couple and hide somewhere until the diamond hunters had been arrested by the police. But now it was too late. Furiously, Patty struggled once more against her tight bonds. In vain. And then she remembered the shadow entering into the hut of the Goodfellow couple. For sure, they had been recaptured, too. Who should save all of them now?  

Helma Christina Goodfellow stood with her hands raised up at the entrance of the hut. She gave a desperate glance at her tied up and gagged husband who was lying completely powerless in the hammock, moaning and whimpering in desperate fear. Next to him stood their female captor in her purple safari suit, one of her hands was gripping rather ungently Henry George's crotch and in her other had she had the six gun aiming at the fear trembling missionary wife.

- What ar you waiting for, clergy coo. Move outside. But come back soon with the black slut. Otherswise your wussy boy here will suffer the consequences.

- Oh please, don't do him any harm. I... I'll do as you say. But please spare him. For heavens sake!

- Damned, stop your pathetic cant and get moving your fucking cunt. Got it? Move!

Fear trembling und completely desperate, only wearing her semi-buttoned safari blouse, Helma Christina Goodfellow went out off the hut. She raised her hands up to the sky, trying to show to their capor's sniper accomplice hidden somewhere in the nearby woods that she was completely obeying to the orders given to her.  The night was hot and stiffy und the full moon was shining brightly over the village place where Helma Christina now was approaching slowly and hesitatingly Nikila's hut, which was situated some 10 meter away from the hut where she and her husband had been surprised and assaultedt by their merciless female captor.  The missionary wife could als get a glance at two of the native guards who had searched cover behind the Chief's hut after having been attacked by the gunshots of the sniper.

Step by step, with her hands rised up, Helma Christina came closer to Nikilas hut. Then she started to call for the Chiefs daughter:

"Nikila. For heavens sake! They, they've got my husband. They...they will do horrible things to him if we don't do as they say. Nikila, they want me to call you to come out. I beg you. Please do as they say. Oh Jesus. I beg you. Please come out. We...we have to obey to their orders. Otherwise...Oh Nikila I beg you, come out."

The desperate and fear-trembling missionary wife stopped for a moment with her desperate pleading. There was a long and tantalizing silence. Then the desparate missionary wife got down on her knees, with her hands still raised up into the sky.

"Nikila. I only can beg you. Please save us. They want you to join us in captivity. They want you to be their hostage and exchange you against the diamond idol. Oh Nikila, for heavens sake. I beg you. Come out and help us please. You know what they will do with us if we don't obey...Oh Jesus. Mercy. For heavens sake. Mercy!.

There was an other long and tantalizing silence. Tears were running about the desparate missionary wife's face. Then, eventually, a shadow emerged out off Nikias hut. It was the Nikila, with her hands raised up. She was dressed up in a safari-style white  blouse  with chest pockets and shoulder epaulettes and matching white bermuda shorts. Slowly she approached the missianary wife who was still on her knees.

"Allright Helma Christina, lets go. My father will hate me for this but I just can't let these criminals do any harm to you and your husband. May the Lord be with us.

"Oh Nikila. Thank you so much. You're right. Let's trust in the Lord. He is able to protect us being even in the clutches of the most fierce criminals."

"Courage, Helma Christina. Now get up and lets go. Oh Jesus, Maria, for heavens sake, be with us."

The brave Chief's daughter helped the trembling middle-aged woman to get on her feet and then, both with their hands raised up approached to the hut were the still bound and gagged Henry George Goodfellow was still in the most severe and humiliating bondage distress...

Meanwhile Patty the Jungle Queen was still standing thoroughly bound and gagged against a tree. Her head was still hurting from the blow with the sixgun she had received. But due to the curative power of her breastplate she had regained most of her vigor. But not enough to be able to get rid of her tight bonds which were simply to strong. So she stood there, a powerless captive, standing against the tree, testing her bonds from time to time and moaning into her gag. Then after a while, at some distance, she had heard the pathetic voice of Mrs Goodfellow, begging Nikila to join her and her husband in captivity to save their very lives. It was the complete defeat, Nikila, the Chief's daughter and the Goodfellow couple once again captured by fierce und determinated criminals and she, Patty, the mighty Jungle Queen, tied up and bound as well, unable to save her friends. And there was the sniper who had the warriors at gunpoint, so that they had been unable to protect Nikila and her white guests. What were their captors are intending to do with them. For sure they would abduct Nikila and hold her as hostage in order to exchange her for the diamond idol. The pathetic Goodfellow couple were the perfect hostages, too, and could be used as a bargainig chip if there was any delay in delivering the diamond statue to the criminals.

She, Patty, was probably the only one of the criminals able to do any resistance, but for the moment she was completely helpless and could only wait that someone would come and free her from her tight bonds. For the moment, she could only endure with most possible patience her humiliating bondage distress.

"Okay ladies, nice that you make it convenient to attend to our litle meeting. And now cross your wrists behind your buttocks. I've to prepare you for our little journey"

With their hands rised up, Helma Christina and Nikila had entered the hut, where Henry George Goodfellow still lay bound and gagged in the hammock, only dressed with his sweat-soaked safari shrirt and his now completely wet button-down boxer short. After his wife had gone his sadistic female captor had put her gun under his chin and with her other she had started to fondle and pintching his crotch. Henry George gave a loud and desperate groan and could not prevent to shoot his wade. He earned a mocking and disparaging look of his female captor.

"Oh yeah, wussy boy. I knew you would appreciate my kind of treatment and now pray that your good lady  will obey to my orders to my fullest contentment."

And Henry George, completely humiliated by his female captor actually obeyed. He prayed imploringly to God, entrusting to the Allmighty One his and his wife's complete distress and humiliation and he tried even to pray to be able to forgive their brutal captors for all the mockery and humiliations they had been forced to endure. And he prayed even more imploringly that Nikila would decide to join them in captivity once again and that the Lord would show all of them a way out of their horrible bondage ordeal. And thanks God, Nikila had been wiling to offer her own freedom and safety to save the innocent missionary couple, at least for the moment. They were all three innocent and powerless hostages, but they were still alive and physically unharmed. Henry George saw how the female criminal fetched out some more rope out off her trouser pocket. Helma Christina and Nikila had their wrists tied up and then the woman started to rip Helma Christinas knee length skirt into convenient pieces. She formed two cloth balls and put it deeply into her helpless captives mouthes. Then she used some other pieces of cloth to knot and fix the gags tightly behind their necks. In that moment an other criminal entered the hut. It was a bold bearded man, wearing a lime-green safari shirt and black trousers. He had a coil of rope in his hand.

"Everything allright, honey? I've got the stupid so-called jungle queen, too. She's all trussed up at a tree. Okay, let's take them all to the river and split. This time we'll get what we want."

"For sure. Get the wussy-boy out off his hammock and cut his ankle bonds. And then let's make a nice coffle of them. Skeleton will give us cover until we're down to the river.

Soon the tree captive were lashed together with a piece of rope wound around their necks. Then they were leaving the hut. When they came out, the sniper, who his two accomplices had calles Skeleton, gave some shots in direction to the warriors who still were searching cover behind their Chief's hut. Soon the two criminals had haled their captives into the brushwood behind the hut.

A few moments later they arrived at the place where Patty still stood bound at a tree. Patty was dazzled by the torch the bold man was wearing and when she saw the tree bound prisoners emerging out of the darkness she could't help to give a loud groan into her gag.

"Better take now risk with the jungle bitch. I'll knock her out again before I cut her loose."

Patty groaned loudly in protest but it didn't help her.

"Wait Darling, let me take care of this lady" The women dressed in purple approached to Patty and gave her a hook to the chin. Then an other. Patty groaned in pain and her back head hit hard against the trunk of the tree to which she was bound. Then she received a third punch and passed out.

"Okay cut, her loose and carry her to the river bank" 

The bold criminal cut Pattys bonds and put her limp body over his shoulder. 

"Hey Skeleton. Wait ten minutes until we've brought them to the boat. And then follow us."

A few minutes later the two criminals and their captors had reached the river bank where a small motor boat hat been made fast to a tree. 

"Okay, wait. No sense to take all of them as hostages. The clergy coo and the jungle bitch will go for the ransom and the wussy boy and the black coozie will be the hostages. Take them to the booat and tie them up back to back. I'll meanwhile give the instructions to the missionary slut."

The bold criminal cut Henry George and Nikila loose from the rope which had lashed them to Helma Christina and haled them aboard.

"Well. Down on your knees, clergy sissy, I'll give you your orders. Make sure that you get it. "

Helma Christina went down on her knees and her captor grabbed her chin with a very firm grip. 

"Listen. You and the jungle bitch. You have two days to get the diamond idole. At the morning of the third day, you get a boat and drive along the left river bank. You will receive a sign and you will raise up your hands and show us the idole. Then both of you will come ashore and give us what we want. Then you'll join your husband and the black coozie in captivity again. When we've convinced ourselves that nobody has followed you, we may decide to spare your pathetic lifes. Got it, coozie. No funny business. Do exactly as we told you. Otherwise your wussy boy will be really in trouble. We understand each other. Don't we?"

"Ummmph.MMMMMH"

"Well I'll take this for a yes. I'm sure you'll do everything to save your pathetic husband. Hahah. Love must be a crazy thing..."

At this moment Skeleton, the sniper, emerged out of the brushwood. 

"Quick. No idea when this stupid idiots will realize that we've been to the river. Hope your plan will work this time. We've really spend a lot of time in this fucking jungle without getting any closer to this fucking idol"

"Calm down, Skeleton, for sure the Chief will give us the Idol when we've got his daughter. We should have done this from the very first moment. Would have spared us a lot of trouble.

So let's go! Take care clergy sissy. You'd better to convince the jungle bitch to do exactly as we told you. Any funny business and we cut your husband in little pieces and feed him to the crocodiles. See you, coozie"

Helma Christina got a last glance at her husband and Nikila, who were tied up back to back on the middle bench of the boat. The three criminal went onboard, too, and soon the boat had emerged into the darkness. Helma Christina moaned desperately into her gag. To her feet, still completely aswoon, lay Patty, the now once again completely powerless and defeated Queen of the jungle. Still with her wrists tied up, gagged  and only vested with her sweat soaked and semi-buttoned khaki-coloured safari blouse,  Helma Christina Goodfellow had no idea what to do next. Her husband and the Chief's daughter Nikilo had been taken as hostages by the ruthless criminals and Jacky Jungle Queen, the only one who might be able to do something to save them, was laying powerless and impotent to her feet. What for heavens sake should she do? And then, suddenly, her senses began to fail. All the emotional stress of the last days, where she and her husband had been constantly been at the complete mercy of ruthless criminals, and now she was bound and gagged at the riverbank in the darkness of the jungle, not knowing what to do to save her husband who just had been abducted, it was simply too much. Christina Pogolsky fainted and went down to the jungle ground, next to the still unconscious Queen of the jungle.

Meanwhile Henry Georg Goodfellow  was sitting astride on the bench of the motorboat. He had been tied up back to back to Nikila, the chief's daughter, with several loops of rope which had been tightly wound around the captives chest and bellies and upper arms. To make sure that the captives couldn't make the slightest attempt of escape, their ankles, too, had been lashed together and they remained still gagged. Joe could feel the fear trembling flesh of his female fellow captive and both to his complete embarassement and arousal his bound wrists were placed very close to her crotch and her bound hands too, were continously in touch with his own crotch. And to his highest embarassement, his cock had become very hard under his button-down boxer short and the unfortunate girl couldn't help to touch from time to time his erected sexal organ with her fingers. So the two prisoners were in the most complete distress and embarassement. The jungle night was hot and sticky and there were a lot of mosquitos which were contiously tantalizing the helpless captives. They heard the continious hum of the motor boat who was sliding deeper and deeper into the dark jungle night.

Ilustrated bondage tales - Patty the Jungle Queen - Bondage perils in the jungle VI

The surprised warriors took their hand off their helpless victims. There was a sixty or seventy old native men and with him three police officers who had the warriors at gunpoint.
Mbese started to stammer: "But Chief, we...we only wanted to"
"STOP IT. I DON'T WANT TO HEAR ANYTHING...HOW YOU DARE..."
Soon Helma Christina, Henry George and Nikila were freed from their bonds. Then they went over to free Patty who slowly regained consciousness.
"Oh heaven. What has happened...."
"Oh Patty. Are you allright...It was horrible. But now it's all over."
They saw the six warriors being tied up and hauled off by the police men.
Later on, Nikila, her father, Patty and the Goodfellow couple were sitting in a hut of Nikilas village and taking some food and drinks.

"My father and I, we are so sorry for what our warriors have done to you. They will respond for their crimes. First we thought, you were part of the gang who tried to steal our holy statue. But then we found out, that you are real missionaries and we have heard a lot ot the well-doings of the Guardian of Nyassa. Can you ever pardon us?"

"For sure. But tell us finally something about the real culprits. Who are they. If they are still free there will be no real peace in the Nyassa region"

"Okay, I will tell you Patty. More or less two weeks ago, a couple came into our village. They told us that they were ethnologists and wanted to study the manners and customs of our village. There was an other man with them, too, who was the alleged camera man. They took a lot pictures and were especially interested in our burial rites, as the had heard that we had very interesting burial sites. We still hadn't any suspicions and we showed them the tombs of our ancestors.

In one of our tombs there is a holy statue of a golden Crocodil Goddess with big emerald eyes. The took pictures of everything and then we went back to the village. But the next morning, we noticed they had disappeared and we soon knew that the guards of the tombs had been knocked out and the Crocodile Statue had been robbed.  We immediately started to pursue the alleged ethnologists and we soon traced the couple and captured them. They had the Statue in their backpack. But the camera man, who was armed with a sniper gun managed to escape. We brought the false ethnologist couple back to our village and tied them up in a hut the same way as we did with Mrs and Mr. Goodfellow. We put the Statue in a safe, well guarded place and decided to hand over the couple to the police the next day. But in the very night the camera man came back and he knocked out the three guards

in front of the hut and managed to free his accomplices.

We have searched for them throughout the jungle but we didn't find them until now and we think that they will come back and try to rob the statue again. So when Mrs and Mr Goodfellow arrived, we thought they were accomplices of the others and trying to trick us again. But while you were hold prisoners, I went to the police to report and they told me that there was really a new missionary couple who had arrived at the old missionary station and I hurried back as I feared that our furious warriors could do harm to them. And unfortunately even I could not stop them to do the horrible things they have done to all three of you, especially to Patty. Thanks God, my father and the police have arrived at the very last moment. But I'm so sorry for all you had to suffer."

"Don't mention it, Nikila. In her task to protect the weak ones in the jungle, the Jungle Queen sometimes has to suffer a lot of things, but the Good Spirit gives me the power to overcome all this kind of distress and ordeals unharmed. 

But it seems to me, that the danger for your village is yet not over. Some of your warriors have been hit by the sniker and six of them will go to prison for what they have done to Helma Christina, Henry George and me. And for sure the three treasure hunters will try to strike again. Maybe they are even close by and observing the village. Where is the holy Crocodile Esmarald Statue now? "

"On a safe place which only my father and his most trusted guard know and they would never reveal it even under threat of death."

"So for sure they have to come back and try something else. We only have to wait for them. But we have to be watchful. Are there still enough guards in your village?"

"Yes we have still a couple of trustful men, seven or six, I think."

"So make sure that they are watchful. And now let's rest ourselves for some hours. I think all of us need it after the ordeals we have suffered."

"We'll do as you say, Patty, I'll tell the guards to be particularly alert."

"Okay. See you all tomorow morning."

Ilustrated bondage tales - Patty the Jungle Queen - Bondage perils in the jungle V

A few minutes later, the six warriors and their four prisoners were penetrating into the dense jungle. The four captives formed a coffle being lashed together by a rope wound around their necks, Patty first, the Goodfellow couple in the middle and the Chief's daughter at the end. While they were marching through the jungle, Patty was feverishly thinking how to get out of this mess, she had an idea what the warriors might have in mind to do with her, even if the Goodfellow hadn't told her what Mbese had done with her while she was unconscious. Again and again she tested her bonds, even being fullly recovered through the power of her breastplate she was not able to free herself out off her bonds who were just too tight and gagged, too, she would have no more opportunities to talk to her captors and to convince them to free her in order to search the real culprits. And the brave Chief's daughter was now joining them in their bondage distress and unable to do anything to release them. The Goodfellows, too, were at the end of their tether, they had been forced to see what Mbese had done to the powerless Patty and they feared that the furious warriors would do  even more horrible things to her and probably to them, too.

Meanwhile, it was bout eleven o'clock in the morning and they had arrived near the river bank. It was a swampy area which was impested with mosquitos.
"Okay. This place is excellent. Tie up Nikila on a tree. And then the three others, too, in spread-eagle position. The two clergy-sissies first. And then the jungle witch. Make sure that she don't try to escape."
The warriors did as they were ordered. First Nikila was tied up with her hands behind a tree and some loops of rope were wounded around her chest, belly and upper legs. Then, nex to her, the Goodfellow couple was released from their bonds only to be tied up side by side in a spread-eagle position with wrists and ankles to some trees. Then it was Patty's turn.
She was brought to some trees vis à vis to the Pogolksy couple and the Chief's daughter. Then she was surrounded by all six warriors to make sure that she wouldn't try to escape when her bonds would be cut to tie her up in the spread-eagle position, too. Two menaced her with spears, while the others stood close by to grab her ther very moment when her bonds would be cut. Even so, Patty knew that this would be her last chance to escape. And so as soon as her wrists were free, she kicked behind her with her foot and hit one of the warriors who were trying to grab her against his knee.

"Ouugh. Damned bitch..."

Then she got one arm free and with her elbow, she hit the chin of an other warrior who immediately got knocked out.

"Watch out. She tries to escape."

The warriors, who menaced her with her spears were still hesitating to spear her. Patty had trusted that they wouldn't spear her at once as they wanted her alive. But one of the warriors still had her other arm in a strong grip and now to her appall, one of the guys with the spears gave her a leg kick into her stomach.

She got down on her knees and then half knocked out, she got an other kick against the back of her head with the shaft of a spear. She went down to the floor, completely knocked out.

"That's it bitch. Now tie her up and let's give her what she deserves."

Desperatly struggling against their bonds and moaning into her gags the Goodfellow couple and the Chief's daughter had witnessed Patty's desperate struggle. Now they saw how the unconscious Jungle Queen was tied up in spread-eagle postion between two trees. Her head was dropped down to her breast and her limp unconscious body was only held upright by the ropes securing her wrists and her ankles.

"Okay. Let's give the jungle bitch what she deserves. So her strengh and magic power will be transfered to each one of us. Would have liked that she suffer it in full consciousness, but so what. Let's go!

"Wait. I will make sure that the clergy sissies will witness what we will do with her. So they'll know what we'll do with them if they don't talk"

One of the warriors aimed his spear at the fear-trembling missionary couple.

"Don't dare to close your eyes, clergy sissies. We want you to see what we'll do with your blonde jungle friend. So, watch!"

"UMMMMMMPHHH. MMMMMHG"

"Hahah. Missionary bitch. Now your sissy husband may take an example what real men are like. When we've finished with the jungle bitch it will be your turn, haha.

"UMMMMMPHHH. MMMMMMMMGGGGH!"

Menaced with the sharp spear point  Helma Christina and Henry George Goodfellow with wide open eyes were forced to witness what the warriors were doing to the unconscious and powerless jungle queen. One approached her from behind, fondling with both hands her breast under her leopard pattern bikini top and taking her from behind while an other in front of her was penetrating her helplessly exposed pussy. They didn't know how long this was going on, it seemed to be an eternity and against his own will, Henry George Goodfellow got hard and his wife got very, very wet, too,  and the couple experienced a weird mixture of arousal, appall and shame, being forced to witness how the powerless and completely exposed jungle queen was taken by this tough, muscular and brute warriors. 

Then, the first two were done and it was the turn of the next two and again, the powerless missionary couple was forced to witness Patty's ordeal. Helma Christina and Henry George were still menaced with the spears pointed to their chin, but now, the two who had had their way with Patty approached them from behind and started to fondle the helpless couple with both hands and approaching their newly hard cocks to their victims exposed butocks.

"Haha, watch, clergy Watch. Don't tell us that you don't like it. Haha. You like it a lot, isn't it, hahaha?"

"UMMMMMMPPPPP. MMMMMMMMGGG" The moaning and whimpering of the helpless missionary couple mixed up with the desperate moaning and whining of Nikila, the Chief's daughter. Nikila could just not believe what warriors of her tribe were able to do. Again and again she struggled against her tight bonds, but in vain.

Now the second twosome were done with Patty and the fondling and groping of the missionary couple became more and more savage, too.

Then, suddenly, there was a loud voice:

"STOP IT. WHAT IS GOING ON HERE! STOP IT!

Nikila had tears in her eyes. Finally! That was the voice of her beloved father!

"STOP IT! I SAY! You insane bastards! Release them! Immediately!

Ilustrated bondage tales - Patty the Jungle Queen - Bondage perils in the jungle IV

Some more hours passed. Patty Jungle Queen had almost recovered from her knock out and had regained her force und from time to time she did a violent struggle to get rid of her bonds, but they were simply too tight. The missionary couple, too, struggled from time to time against their ropes, but they were so exhausted and weakened from their long captivity, that it was completely useless. Most of the time, they sat apathetically on their chairs, even too enfeebled to talk to each other or to their want-to-be-savior.
Then, suddenly, there were loud and furious voices outside and then Mbese and the other warriors who had been defeated by Patty entered the hut.
"Now you will get what you deserve, blonde jungle witch, we will cast all magic power out of you. Only by your witch power you were able to defeat us, but now you won't take us by surprise again. Cut her loose."

One of the warriors had a sharp knive in his hand and approached to the bound Jungle Queen. She shivered when she saw the sharp knive approaching to her.  At the same time she was surrounded by four of the muscular warriors who apperently should grip her at the very moment when her bonds would be cut. Then the knive was approached to her throat. She felt the sharp metal touching her vulnerable skin and she trembled on her whole body.

"Haha. Seems you've already lost your magic powers, jungle witch. You're trembling like a week woman. We could kill you at once, but first we will loosen your tongue. So tell us. Where are your accomplices. Where is their hiding place. Speak!"

"I don't know what you are talking about. I'm Patty, the Jungle Queen and I came here to free these two innocent missionaries out off your clutches. But tell me a little more about what happened and maybe I can help you to resolve the case and to find the real culprits. Believe me, the missionaries and I, we are innocent....I..."

While speaking Patty remarked that the face of her captor had become more and more angry. Now he gripped her blond hair with one hand and menaced here even more furiously with the knife hold at her throat.

"Shut up bitch, you're an even more pathetic liar than the two alleged clergy sissies. But it won't help you. We could kill you at once, but we want you to suffer for your lies."

"Oh Jesus, why don't you believe us? Give Patty at least a chance to prove you that we are all innocent. Please!"

Helma Christina Goodfellow, desperate to see that even the mighty Jungle Queen was unable to be heared by the narrow-minded warriors made a last-ditch effort to support her. But in vain...

"Shut up, clergy bitch. Stop your wimpy whining. Enough. Gag all three of them and take them outside. But take care with the jungle bitch. Make sure that she can't escape when you cut her bonds. But first gag all three of them!

The warriors brought some rolled up banana leafs and forced their prisoners to open their mouth to stuff it in. While Henry George Goodfellow and his wife didn't dare to resist and soon were subdued to the humiliating procedure of being tighgly gagged with the banana leaves which were fixed with their own scarves vbehind their necks, Patty tried to resist. 

"What are you waiting for, jungle bitch, open wide!"

"Listen. I'm Patty the Jungle Queen. You won't dare to do this to me!"

Menacingly the warrior approached once again the sharp-pointed knive to Patty's throat. 

"Open wide, jungle bitch, you'll better obey."

The knife blade came closer and closer to her throat and finally Patty gave in and opened her mouth. With the knife blade close to her throat, a big ball of wadded banana leaves were stuffed into her mouth and tightly fixed with some rope behind her neck.

"UMMMMPHG"

"Haha. It won't help you, jungle bitch. You will be allowed to talk again only when we are done with you. Now cut her loose and make sure that she can't make any effort to escape. "

Four warriors approached to Patty. Two of them menaced her with sharp spears aiming at her belly and chest and the two other hold her still tied up arms with a strong grip. Then the warrior with the knife started to cut the bonds which were wounde around her ankles, chest and belly. Then, finally, her wrists bonds were cut off, too. Still menaced with the spears, she was forced to stand up. Soon her wrists were tied up again and several loops of vine were wounded around her upper arms, chest and belly. Desperately struggling Patty tested her bonds and moaned into her gag.

"UMMMMMPHG"

"Haha. Struggle as much as you want, jungle bitch. It won't help you. Okay. Let's go. Make them a nice coffle, haha.

Henry George and Helma Christina Goodfellow, too, had been cut loose and removed from their chairs and then had been tied up again. Now they were joined to Patty by a rope wound around their neck, so that the three white prisoners formed a kind of coffle. Then they were moved outside the hall.

"Hey, were are you going with the prisoners. What are you going to do with them? Has my father permitted you to do so?"

The voice came from a young native girl, maybe 16 or 18 years old, who was dressed with blue denim shorts and a white safari-style blouse with chest pockest and who was apparently the Chief's daughter.

"We'll give the white jungle bitch and the two clergy sissies a lesson they deserve. They still refuse to talk. Now we will make them talk"

"No! I will not allow you to torture them. If we would do so we would not be better then the crimals who have tried to steal our holy diamond statue out off our ancestors tombs!

Let them tied up in the hall. The police will come and investigate the case. I've already called for the police officers!"

"No way, Nikila, this jungle bitch has defeated five of us with her evil witch power. She has to be punished and the two false clergy sissies, too. And don't forget, it was you who allowed to the other couple of alleged ethnologists to visit our villages and the tombs so that they could try to steal the diamond statue. And it was you, who told us not to punish them ourselves after we had caught them so that they could escape before being handed over to the police. So don't stand in our way and let us get out the truth of them."

"No, even so, I won't permit you to rape and to torture them. My people are no rapers and torturers. Let's just protect our treasure and let the police search for the culprits. They can't be far and I've already made some investigations and found out that there really is a new missionary couple who has arrived and the blond women you've captured is really Patty the Jungle Queen, who is known to be the Guardian of all the native people in the Nyassa region."

"You won't stop us, Nikila, this witch has troubled your mind with her witch power. Let us go or...

"What...You're menacing, me, Nikila, the Chief's daughter, I'll tell my father what you are intending to do and..."

"You won't, Nikila, get her and tie her up and gag her, too. We'll do it for her own good. Do it!

"Oh no, you won't dare. Let me go! Help! Help!

Initially hesitating, two of the warriors gripped the young girl and soon she was bound and gagged, too.

Ilustrated bondage tales - Patty the Jungle Queen - Bondage perils in the jungle III

Some more hours had passed and it was now in the middle of the night. Mbese, the warrior who had defeated the now unconscious jungle queen had left the three captives alone to see after his comrades who all had been knocked out by Pattyty, the Jungle Queen.
Before Mbese had left, he had come close to Henry George Goodfellow who had just managed to free one of his arms out off his tight bondage, a few seconds before Patty had made her attempt  to free the missionary couple and then everything had went fatally wrong...
"So, clergy sissy, so you wanted to play the hero. Guess, this role is not really suitable for you...hahaha...but in the end you were quite helpful to get the She-Devil knocked out. Even so, I guess you deserve a little tighter bondage, now!
Then he grabbed Henry George's arm and twisted it again behind the back of the chair und tied up his writsts again very tightly so that the missionary gave a groan.
 "Haha, weaksister, this will prevent you from playing the hero again. And you might be forced to watch what we might do later on with the blonde She-Devil and your Lady, too."

" Don't dare to touch them, or...

"Don't make me laugh, Clergy Sissie, you damned white pussy won't be able to save the two coozies and I guess you even had a hard-on, too, when I had my fun with the Jungle Queen, wasn't it?  Believe me, that was only the beginning and this kind of treatment may actually loosen your tongue so that you finally tell us what we want to not. But for now, take care, have to see what this She-Devils has done to my comrades.

This all had happened some two or three hours ago and since then, the missionary couple had been sitting all tied up on their chairs, most time rather apathetically, with their heads dropped in deep despair on their chest, nearly in the same way as their still unconsisious co-captive. They were exhausted and desperate and rather automatically, from time to time they were testing their tight bonds, only to see that their was not the slightest hope of escape.  Their sweat-soaked safari blouses were sticking to their bodies and even ungagged, they had remained most of the time silent and only from time to time had exchanged a few words:

"Darling, are you allright. You can still stand it? "

"Yes Dear, I'm so thirsty. If at least they would give us some water! Have you seen what this brute has done to the blonde woman. And we were absolutely powerless and could do nothing to stop him. Do you think she is...?

"No Dear, she's only passed out. This brute hit her hard several times but I'm sure she will revive sooner or later. I got my arm free, but before I could try to do anything, the brute had already had his evil ways with her...but I should have at least...

"Don't blame yourself, Darling, there was nothing you could do...She...came to save us. Who she might be?"

"Our cook Felicity has told me about a white Jungle Queen, who comes from time to time to the jungle to assist the helpless and powerless. Must be her. I thought, it was just one of the jungle legends."

"Yes, but now she is tied up the same way as we are, even tighter"

"And sooner or later those brutes will return and restart their interrogations. If we knew at least what all this is about. Who they think we are. Why are they treating us this way?"

"Not the slightest idea. If at least they would listen to us. But they only menace us and don't believe us a single word."

"And I guess the worst is still to come, you've heard what the brute has said he intends to do with us."

"Yes dear, but their is still the Lord and the Holy Mary to protect us, and even tied up and powerless, we can still pray and trust in the Almighty God".

"You're right, Darling, if the Lord send us out as missionaries, he will protect us, too, to fullfill our mission, even if we have to suffer a bit from time to time"

"Look, she's moving a little. Seems, she's coming to."

"Ohhhh... Oh my God...My head. It hurts so much. Jesus, where I am? What has happened"

" Hi there. Are you allright? Hope you feel better soon. This brute hit you so hard!"

"Who...who are you. What has happened? Jesus! Why I'm tied up like this?"

"Pleased to meet you, Mrs...? I am Helma Christina Goodfellow and that's my husband Henry George

We are the new Christian missionary couple. We got captured by this crazy native tribe on a courtesy visit to the nearby villages and I guess, you came to save us, Mrs...?

"I'm Patty...Oh, I remember, I saw you both through the window, tied up on the chairs, then I took care of some of your captors and then I decided to come through the window, as some others captors might lurke for me inside the hall and then...

"Yeah, I'm so sorry, Patty I just got my arm free, when you came in and I got in your way and...Oh, it went all wrong and this brute had easy game to defeat you...I'm so sorry"

"Don't blame yourself, Mr Goodfellow...or may I call you Henry George"

"For sure, Patty, when we became aware that someone was outside who might come to save us...we...means...the warrior menaced us with a spear, we were just too frightened to warn you, guess, my wife and  I, we weren't really helpfull."

"No need to blame yourself, Darling, at least all three of us are still alive, only tied up quite tight isn't it, Patty?"

"You're right Helma Christina, but have you any idea why they captured you and what this is all about."

"Not really, Patty, they took us by surprise and we were tied up and gagged before being able to explain ourselves. And we were menaced and even slapped in our face several time, as we told them that we are innocent Christian missionaries and they told us that we wouldn't trick them again"

"Strange thing. Seems we have to have a serious talk with this natives to know what is the meaning of this whole matter."

"Yes, I hope you will be able to talk to them, my wife and I, we were only menaced and beaten, they just didn't believe us and the strangest thing is, when they hustled us tied up and gagged into their village, on they way we were attacked by kind of a sniper and some of the warriors were hit. Seems they have some ennemies and they think that we belong to the evil ones."

"Might be an explanation. We just have to talk to the natives. Guess our bonds are so tight that none of us could manage to get loose."

"You're right, Patty. I only hope you will be able to talk to them. The one who has defeated you told us they will do horrible things to us to make us tell them what they want to know"

"Well, I guess some of these guys could have some thoughts of revenge after I have knocked out most part of them one after the other. Well, let's wait and see..."

Ilustrated bondage tales - Patty the Jungle Queen - Bondage perils in the jungle II

Chapter 2 - A FAILED RESCUE

The vines turned out to be less lined up than the Jungle Queen had hoped, and  her tanned, toned form made slower progress through the trees than she had anticipated and there were significant stretches where she had to move along the ground.

It was approaching Noon when the blonde Guardian of the Jungle reached the area of the village and Patty sensibly decided to survey the region from a high vantage point beforehand, to reconnoitre the ground and check for traps and danger.  She watched carefully for venomous snakes or anything which a moment's fatigue-induced carelessness could prove dangerous.

She could make out the village a half mile distant, and it seemed eerily quiet. Not even a fire burned, and it wasn't clear if the village had been destroyed or abandoned. The buildings looked untouched, and the high midday sun was scorching down upon the bleached huts where they stood outside the protective shadows of the jungle canopy.

Patty decided to approach the village through the trees; using vines her speed would make detection unlikely and might be taken for a monkey. Once close to the edge of the village she decided to sprint for the nearest hut.

Once that hut had been gained and she was out of the burning sun,  Patty could appraise the village from closeup. It still appeared dead, but the Jungle woman's keen hearing could just make out a murmur of speech from the main hall and peering closely her contact-lensed eyes could make out a man in a safari suit close to the window, sitting still and apparently with his hands bound behind him.

So the visions were, as always correct- but how many men were holding the safari clad ones, which Pattyty guessed must actually be two, a man and a woman, based on her visions!

A tactical ruse came to mind. Taking a length of cloth from her loincloth bag, Patty picked up a stone and hurled it, as from a sling, at the door of a hut about a hundred yards both from her hut and from the hall.

At the sound of the blow, the talking stopped, and three men emerged to investigate. They all carried a weapon but no shield, and the Jungle Queen guessed as many must remain with the captives.

Slipping quietly and stealthily behind her hut, the powerful blonde sprinted diagonally back toward another building, some sixty yards away but screened by intervening structures from the hall or the hut the warriors were investigating. She didn't want to take on six men at once, but three was quite comfortable - she had to lure those three toward the edge of the village out of sight!

A stone slung at the hut in front of her rattled the side and soon she saw  the men enter this hut too. Now they were screened from the hall, which might give her a chance to take them down first!

Pattyty sprinted for the cover of the jungle, taking care to be seen and soon the three men were in hot pursuit, 50 years behind. None carried missile weapons and once in the thick undergrowth these would be nearly useless anyway, as would a long spear.

Out of the hot sun, under the jungle canopy, the ground was still damp, slightly muddy from a downpour during the night. Her bare feet helped the jungle woman grip the sometimes-slippery surface, but the more heavily built and accoutered warriors would have to watch their step!

They ventured in at speed, confident in their pursuit of the foolish white woman, wherever she had come from!


Once they had headed in at least thirty yards and had split up, the first of them was smashed in the back by the Jungle Queen's powerful soles, propelled by muscled legs swinging around the bole of a tree on a vine! With a strangled cry the warrior pitched to the ground, and the tall white woman rabbit-punched the back of his head, ensuring his silence for some time to come!

A second warrior was felled when the Jungle woman dropped onto his shoulders from above, a neck chop finishing his resistance for the moment. Patty saw the third warrior charging towards her, his face contorted with rage, but his youth and pride disposed him against raising a cry for help!

"You die, white woman!" he hissed!

The warrior wielded a warclub, the blow from which might have shattered her skull, but the nimble if middle-aged Jungle Queen danced out of the way as if executing a Highland Fling, the club swished empty air, and as the warrior bore past under his own momentum, slipping on the damp mud and undergrowth:  Patty tripped him so that he crashed winded to the dirt! The warrior rolled dazed onto his side, aiming to get back to his feet, but Patty's naked right foot smashed into his left temple! The leathery sole impacted heavily and the warrior sank, unconscious, to the jungle floor.

With the three warriors down and outed, the jungle woman proceeded silently on her leathery-soled bare feet, moving soundlessly back to the edge of the clearing looking into the village. Quite likely more warriors would emerge to look for their missing comrades, and she was hoping to pick these off too!. But time was of the essence: she had to get to the bottom of this before the warriors she had rendered hors de combat returned to the fray.

Indeed, two more warriors exited the main hall, dashing into the hut two from her, as she peered out from beside a hut at the edge of the village. They seemed to rampage through that hut until, satisfied it was empty, they emerged from this in turn, cautiously watching for any sign of movement. To hide behind the door of a hut in ambush might well invite a spear in the stomach through the bound branches which made up the flimsy door, and Patty decided to lure them behind the hut: throwing a stone to one side of the hut, the Jungle Queen was gratified to watch both of them rushing past to the right of her: digging her naked toes into the soft earth, Patty accelerated towards the pair, unmindful of her proximity!

The Jungle Guardian hurled herself at the nearer of the two, a newly accepted warrior by his youth, and the Jungle Woman struck at his waist, pushing him to the floor where a savage chop to his neck ended his awareness for some time!

His comrade in arms was unable to halt himself, careering onwards for some yards, feet scrabbling at the soft wet clay, skidding and falling hard on his backside.

Already on her feet, Patty sprinted toward her remaining opponent, but to her surprise the young warrior had already leaped up and closed with the redoubtable mature Jungle Woman, albeit without his weapon!  As they closed, Patty feinted just a little and as the fighter checked,  grasped him on his manly chest and twisting around, threw him bodily, heavily,  to the floor. As the warrior sprawled winded, the Jungle Queen whirled her deadly right foot into a donkey kick, her leathery tough sole smashing into his chin: down he went, unconscious!

"Five down" the jungle heroine breathed:  "Perhaps one to go!

Caution was still required. One might be left, and all the warriors seemed to carry the same armament, but if the remaining one carried a firearm and she were careless enough to walk openly up to the hut, she would be a sitting target.

So the 52 year old jungle woman obliquely from back of one hut to another, running, rolling, dodging, till she could see clearly through the window. The middle aged couple sat still in the chairs, seemingly tied to them: in the gloomy inside she thought she could see a gleam of light off metal! The metal seemed to be a spearpoint, not a rifle barrel, and a man with a gun would be watching from the door or window: this fellow seemed to be trying to watch both the captives and guard from behind the door. Were she to walk through the door, there was a risk she might be stabbed in the belly or cracked over the back of the head: and her head already knew what that felt like sufficient to exercise plenty of caution!

She decided on the radical solution- through the unglazed window! Running to squat beneath the window, the jungle woman leaped up, rasped the base of the window and pivoting upon this, jumped feet first into the room, just to the right of the male captive sitting close by!

Unfortunately, as Pattyty jumped in, both captives had just commenced vigorous struggling against their bonds, rattling their chairs sideways as they did so and the man on the right managed to work his right arm loose.

As the sexy, mature Jungle Queen passed the male captive feet first, his chair rocked into her path and his right arm thrust out from its bindings: the combined effect was to impact the flying form before she landed, deflecting the battling blonde into a table and metallic vase standing upon it. The Jungle Queen smashed into the table, rolling amongst the debris, dazed and disoriented!

Patty looked up at the captives, fighting to get to her feet, but the warrior behind the door had been quick to react after the initial shock. As the tall blonde struggled up, her five feet 8 negated by her near-prone position,  the warrior picked up the metallic vase and crashed it over the back of Patty's head!

CRUNGGG!
"AAAHHHHH!!!"

Crying out with pain and shock, the Jungle Queen slumped forward, her arms just reaching out for her hands to grip the floor and prevent her falling: realising he had a chance from nowhere to save himself, the warrior struck again using the back shaft of his spear:-

CRUNGGG!
"Urrrhhh.."

This time it was too much: Patty's blue eyes rolled upwards in their sockets, and she dropped forward inertly, laying still.

Her conqueror touched the muddy soles of her bare feet with his own toes, but there was no reaction; Patty was emphatically  knocked out!

The lone warrior squatted down by the fallen blonde: she looked finished, at his mercy.

He hauled her head into the air by the hair, noting the blank face, closed eyes and half open mouth, from which a small stream of saliva dribbled, then let the head drop back with a floppy thud!

"Got you, you white bitch!"

Using his right foot, the warrior turned the unconscious Jungle Queen onto her back, watching her limp limbs splay senselessly, no longer capable of defending the sexy woman. He was hard, immediately.

The white woman was nubile if mature, dressed only in her leopard pattern bikini, with a sheathed knife strapped to her thigh.. The warrior lifted the loincloth to see the Jungle womans genitals fully revealed, and he rubbed his fingers against her full, knocked-out labia.

He looked about, slyly. He wasnt worried about the powerless captive couple, the two white sissies didn't count. The coast was clear!

A movement of his own loincloth revealed his organ, hard and ready and in a  moment he knelt of the defeated Jungle Guardian and thrust deep into her helpless, unconscious pussy! A few thrusts sufficied to bring his erection to ejaculation, and having relieved himself of his hardon and boosted his self-regard having physically and mentally subjugated the white woman warrior, he was ready to secure her before his comrades returned!

Rope pieces would suffice to secure the blonde woman's ankles and wrists to another chair, but he found the job of hauling Patty's knocked-out body onto the chair and tying her up challenging on his own: three times her limp heavy body slumped from the chair to impact the ground with a dull thud, and while this might increase her time unconscious and also leave her with some puzzling bruises when she awakened, it got him no nearer placing her in bondage. Stopping briefly to suck her full-arched bare feet despite the mud upon the tough soles, he prayed her strength would be transferred to him!

Eventually he succeeded and the warrior proudly displayed his capture: as his dazed and bruised comrades straggled back over the coming hour with tales of the white woman demon that had destroyed them, he was able to display her knocked-out body, head drooped insensately onto her breasts, tied securely to a chair, legs splayed loosely and with his semen sitting in a pool on the chair seat underneath her vanquished vagina!

The successful warrior- whose name was Mbese-  fetched a coil of rope out of a cupboard and started to further tie up the powerless Jungle Queen. He used even more rope as he had used to tie up the wimpy and completely inoffensive missionary couple. Soon several loops of rope were tightly wounded around the upper arms chest and belly of the blonde women who even in her late forties was still a looker.

„Okay, that’s it. Take care, clergy sissies. Must say for some crooked criminal diamand hunters you play your role very well. But you and your friends won’t trick us again!

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Meanwhile, the man and the woman were still sitting thoroughly tied up on their chairs in the hall. They still couldn't believe what had actually happened to them in the last 24 hours.

Properly dressed up in their khaki-coloured safari blouses with chest pockets, shoulder epaulettes  and matching trousers and respectively a knee-long skirt, they had been on their way to a first friendly courtesy visit to the local natives to introduce themselves as the new Christian missionary couple to the village people.

Somewhere on the way through the jungle, they had been surrounded be some fierce warriors who menaced them with sharp, dangerously pointed spears!  Completely appalled,  they had raised up their hands to show their complete surrender and submission and had tried to explain that they came in peace and friendship.

But their captors hadn't listened to them. The pair were grabbed and their arms were twisted behind their buttocks and they had been tied up quite roughly and really tight. Then they had been ordered to open their mouths and some folded banana leaves had been stuffed into them, which proved to be a quite effective gag which when fixed in place with the very scarves they had been wearing.

The captive couple had groaned and whimpered in desperate protest but their captors had told them mockingly to shut up as they would the opportunity to talk later; meanwhile they should mull over their position  and tell the truth once they were asked!

Their captors had then hustled them for more than three exhausting hours through the steamy jungle until they had reached a clearing with two huts: they had been hustled into one of the huts, forced to sit down on two chairs then several loops of rope had been wounded around their arms, chest and belly! Their ankles had been bound to the legs of their chairs so that they could hardly move at all.

Several hours passed in this manner tied up on the chairs, trembling with desperate fear, not knowing why they had been captured and what these savages wanted to know!

Several further hours passed- several warriors and a native girl had entered the hut and the gags had been removed.

The couple had been menaced with spears,  then one of the warriors had asked them to confess the hiding place of their accomplices! The safari clad couple had no idea what they were talking about, explaining that they were just a missionary couple who wanted to become acquainted with the inhabitants of the nearby villages.

The warriors got very angry with this answer, gesticulating menacingly,  and the safari man was slapped in the face. The warriors told them that they were pathetic liars and that this time they wouldn't succeed to trick them once again...The Couple, Mr and Mrs Goodfellow, thought that their last hour had arrived and prayed desperately.

The native girl approached to the fearful, trembling safari clad woman and grabbed her chin. She told her that she'd better tell them what they wanted to know if they wished to survive: They would be given the rest of the evening to think it over!

The missionary couple was gagged again and the remained the rest of the night, sitting on their chairs, tied up and gagged and the only thing they could do was to emphatically beg the Lord to get them out off their horrible bondage distress.....

Early in the morning the warriors had come again into the hut.
Despite the ultimatum of the night before, there appeared to be some urgency to depart and the warriors did not challenge the Missionary couple's explanation of their identity.

This time. their ropes were cut, their wrists were bound again and they were lashed together with a piece of rope wounded around their necks.. They were then hustled into the jungle as a coffle of desperate bound and gagged white slaves.

Their captors jabbed them  forward with the points or shaft of their spears from time to time, or pulled the rope with which they were lashed together. They had been hauled through the jungle for more than two hours and then suddenly heard ...shots!

Some of the captors were hit and two of the warriors pulled the confused and terrified couple behind a big tree to take cover. Three of the warriors tried to discover the whereabouts of the sniper who was hidden somewhere in the jungle.

The party waited for more or less half an hour and they heard some more shots! Whether the sniper had been taken down could not be ascertained, but none of the warriors had returned and it was assumed that they had been shot.

Finally their captors decided to continue the march and after some more hours of painful and humiliating hiking the party had reached the village where the Missionaries now were hold prisoners. Their captors had brought them to the bigger hall in the middle of the village and they had been tied up to some chairs again. After a while an elder man, apparently the chief of the village, had come with some warriors to question them, their banana leaf gags had been removed and they were again questioned as to their identity and purpose.

As the Goodfellows answered the same way at the first time, stating that they were an innocent and inoffensive missionary couple, the natives became angry again and both were harshly slapped in their faces!

After this, the chief had left with some of the warriors but six guards had remained in the hall to guard the prisoners as they were expecting that there would be an attempt to free the captive couple. Long hours of desperate bondage distress were passing on, from time to time the couple were menaced by the warriors with their spears and asked to tell them about the hiding place of their accomplices and they could only repeat that they were an innocent missionary couple and beg for mercy! Henry George Goodfellow began to wonder how long his wife Helma Christina would survive such stressful treatment: she smiled bravely through it all but the uncertainty and fear were beginning to wear the brave middle aged Missionaries down: mentally preparing for martyrdom was fine if demanded on the spot at once, but maintained over hours or days, sanity began to be eroded!

That was the situation when suddenly there was a noise, as if a stone had been crashed against the door of the hall!! Three of the warriors went outside to check what was happening. Some screaming and war cries could be heard outside. Something hostile was present and some form of combat was in progress.

The two bound prisoners were awakening from their deep despair and submission to their fate. Apparently somebody- something- maybe many people- were out there and maybe there was a prospect of freedom!

Another ten minutes passed. None of the three warriors had returned. Their comrades were frightened and despondent. After conferring together, two other warriors went outside to see what had happened to their fellows. There was only one warrior remaining to guard the captive missionary couple, and hope began to blossom that their long incarceration would finish!

Henry George and Helma Christina Goodfellow instinctively started to struggle against tight bonds, as if liberating themselves might actually be of help to their possible saviour outside. The guard remained in the hut became aware of his captives' struggling, raising his spear menacingly!

Watching the two captives closely, the remaining warrior took a few steps back to secrete himself behind the door of the hut, feeling safer with his back up against a wall and hoping to attack any intruder from behind as they entered.

The warrior made a sign to the prisoners, who had remained ungagged after their last interrogation. He made it known by gesture that they would be speared immediately if they dared to pronounce a single word of warning!

The two captives were trembling in desperate fear. They knew  for sure they wouldn't have the courage to warn their would- be saviours about the danger lurking behind the door. They feared too much for their life menaced by that sharp-pointed spear!

Then a whirlwind had come hurtling past Henry George Goodfellow's head, even as he struggled to free himself.  The result was disastrous for both the Missionaries and their would-be saviour, the amazing Jungle Queen of whom they had heard tell!

He looked up- the Jungle woman was still knocked out, still unconscious- head drooped helplessly, legs open but tied at the ankles, still displaying the evidence of her defeat and conquest!!! Who could save them all now?