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.
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