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?
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