1 comments/ 9630 views/ 12 favorites Sheena, Jungle Queen By: Wifetheif Our project was meant to preserve the African jungle, The irony of tearing down a stand of old growth forest to set up the satellite data links we would need and the structures to house our operation was lost on none of us. We justified it by the fact that once our buildings and antennas were up we would be able to monitor wildlife over a broad area, spot poachers in record time, and preserve the habitats of large numbers of species both threatened and endangered. We had support from several African governments. Our main opposition was poachers who didn't like the idea that we would cramp their style, so we were had and armed squadron of Black Water ops to protect us. That seemed to do the trick, but someone kept getting into our compound and causing mischief. It was not major damage, a caterpillar truck might be vandalized or stakes marking construction sites would be broken or moved. It was more an irritant than a real impediment to our operation. We eliminated poachers from the suspect list as they, if they had been the interlopers, would have slit our throats while we slept or torched every earthmover and smashed all the electronic equipment. We knew it wasn't the locals because we had bent over backwards to be accommodating towards them. No, it seemed like the work of one guy, unsure of his aims and purposes. We could not figure out how the intruder was getting in. We had erected a barracks and laid the foundation for our main building. A storage shed sat between the two. The mysterious comings and goings seemed almost supernatural. The guards never saw or heard anyone. It was like we were being visited by a ghost. Jokingly, Bryers suggested Tarzan. We asked the locals, all of whom were mum and awed to silence about our enigmatic visitor. At last one of them, in a reverent whisper, said something about a "golden queen" but would say nothing more. We were completely mystified. It was only when we moved the security and infrared cameras around that we got our answer. Our visitor was not a he but a she. She was gorgeous, flowing blonde hair, trim athletic figure, huge tits and unbelievable legs. She was clad only in a cheetah skin and was armed with a bow and arrow and a Bowie Knife. She could not have been past her early twenties. We knew that we could not report this to headquarters back in Kinshasa, because they would have thought that we had lost our minds or were all succumbing to jungle fever. One thing did puzzle us. As she made her nightly circuits, of our campsite she spied on every sleeper in the barracks, for some reason, returning time and again to gaze at me during the night. On more than one occasion she stroked my hair and patted my face while I slept. "Bob's got a girlfriend!" the guys teased. But night after night she visited. Despite the fact that we knew she was getting in, our security guys could never catch her. Our security chief was pissed, primarily by his spectacular failure. He heard it good and loud. "If some chick can get in here, you KNOW that the poachers can too! Halloran, you have to stop this NOW!" Our security chief doubled down in his efforts to catch our exotic interloper. I for one would not want to piss off Halloran, he is ex-military, still wears the buzz cut, and is linebacker huge. He has muscles on his muscles. We wanted her taken alive. Although she was armed with the bow and knife, she never used it against any of us. We also thought it bad PR to kill a woman, especially since we were mostly environmentalists working to preserve life. That was fine with our security guys, as most of them had had their fill of killing in their former jobs in Iraq or Afghanistan. Once you've seen civilian casualties, you really did not want to see another dead non-combatant. For the next two weeks our beautiful stranger eluded our every plot. None of her damage was insurmountable, but it was delaying our operation. We had to make up some really convincing lies to our bosses about our little problem to keep her existence secret. Finally we were woken in the middle of the night by Halloran's exultant voice through a bull horn. "Success, gentlemen! Please fall in at the storage shed." We spied her behind the bars where the ammunition was stored, mad as a hornet. She was spectacularly nude as Halloran pawed through her cheetah skin. Next to our security chief was her knife and bow. Her beauty was almost unreal and we horny, lonely collection of guards and scientists stared open mouthed at her. The anger in her eyes departed when she saw me, "Pretty man!" she said. Halloran wore a shit eating grin, "Our little flower child knows what guns can do, she complied when I cornered her and aimed my AK-47 at her. I do not exaggerate, tracking her was harder than tracing the Taliban amongst civilian population centers. Its a good thing we had an impromptu jail to throw her in." "Halloran," said our chief, "You didn't have to make her strip." "Oh I didn't did I? Take a look at wat I found on her." Halloran pointed to a cluster of objects. "Bow and arrow, surgically sharp knife, In the bag around her waist I found several small, river polished stones and a garroting wire. Under her skimpy costume, around her hips I found the sling for the rocks. I have no doubt that she's as skilled with that sling as the legendary King David She could probably take down a charging water buffalo with no problem. Imagine what these rocks could do to our skulls." I could not help but stare at our alluring visitor. She was tall and phenomenally well built. Her legs were lithe and muscled like a dancer. Her entire body seemed to be coiled sinews ready for action. It was obvious that she was a white woman but she was sun bronzed everywhere. Her skin was flawless and smooth and her breasts youthful and ripe with the most amazing and succulent looking nipples. Aside from a gold ringlet about her left arm, her only adornment was a thick honey colored muff at the juncture of her legs. She seemed completely devoid of embarrassment and made no effort to hide her considerable physical charms from view. My eyes met hers and for the first time our prisoner smiled. I could not believe how much more gorgeous the change in countenance made her. I smiled back and she nodded at me. Our silent communication did not go unnoticed by the other guys present. "Who the hell is she?" asked our chief. "There's no ID on her," replied Halloran. "She whined plenty when I captured her but she's been a virtual clam since I got her behind bars. The first time she said anything since I locked her away is when she praised Redburn here." When Halloran pointed to me the girl again said, "Pretty man!" The guys all got a chuckle out of that. As their laughter terminated Halloran finished examining the cheetah skin and handed it through the bars back to his prisoner. The girl slid the garment on as though she were the only one in the room. The skimpy outfit clung to her every curve and did little to hide the arch and allure of her fabulous breasts. It did a good job covering her downstairs though. Our chief approached the cage and asked a series of simple questions. It was clear that she heard him and I had a sense that she understood Frank's words but her cobalt blue eyes stayed cold and her features became rigid. After a while it became obvious that the only thing she was paying attention to was Me! I didn't know how to react. I've been told that I am a handsome guy by more than one beautiful woman but I really never followed up on it. I'm an ecologist for whom human female biology is largely a mystery. Oh I've gotten laid lots of times but my relationships had all vaporized when the women In my life realized that I was incapable of any meaningful conversation. I love to talk about nature and biology but nothing that women care about. Even female scientists have dumped me because I am so shy and noncommunicative around them. Part of the appeal of this current assignment was that it was stag. I could read and research and toil and try to forget my overwhelming loneliness. There would be no women present to remind me of my many relationship failures. Finally Frank, our chief, said to me, "You seem to have a rapport with her, Redburn. You try talking to her." I licked my lips, gazed into her spectacular eyes and asked, "Who are you?" Her voice was melodic and every bit as beautiful as she was. "I Sheena." "Sheena?" "Yes, I Sheena, this MY jungle. Only bad men cut down trees and hurt forest. You must go!" I thought up a reply. "Sheena, we are scientists and friends of the jungle. Yes we will be cutting down some trees to make way for our equipment but when our building is finished we will be able to save many animals. We will make it much more difficult for poachers to operate. We will save elephants, zebras, and everything else." Sheena seemed to drink all this in. "You stop bad hunters?" "Yes, Sheena, we stop bad hunters, or at least do a much better job than has been done so far." "Your men have guns, evil guns." she shot a contemptuous look at Halloran and continued, "Sheena think you lie!" "I am not lying. Sheena." "You very pretty man with honest eyes, Sheena wants to believe you. Me no trust the others." I then explained in detail the nature of our operation. I don't think she understood words like "drones" or phrases like "remote sensing" or "preventative policing" but I made it clear that we were a force for good and that we would replant the trees we tore down in another part of the jungle. I used the words "good men" quite often. I ended with, "Sheena, some of us were soldiers but we are all honest men. Where do you live?" "Not far away." Her eyes then lit up and she asked, "Would pretty man like to visit me?" I didn't know how to answer that. Frank leaned over and whispered in my ear, "Tell her yes, Bob, if we figure out where she lives we can keep an eye on her and know when she is nearby. Then we can be on guard and she won't destroy our camp. We sure as hell can't keep her locked up." "I would like to visit you, Sheena." I replied sincerely. Sheena looked at Frank, eyed me and said, "This man your chief?" "Yes, Sheena, he is our boss, the man we report to, our chief." Sheena addressed Frank directly, "You let me go. Me take pretty man. If pretty man speak truth I will be able to tell, Sheena knows ways to find out if man speak truth that those from beyond the jungle do not." Sheena's question practically drained all the oxygen from the room. "Sheena," replied Frank, "Bob is one of my men, he has work to do here." "You no give me pretty man to test,Sheena will escape and cause you many problems. You no catch me a second time." Frank looked a Halloran who replied, "Frank, I got damn lucky to catch her this time. I put her in with the ammo because it was the most secure place I could find. My men will have to turn in their weapons when their shift ends and sooner or later we are going to need fresh bullets. If we open this gate, she's gone faster than a gazelle on crack. We can't leave her in there, as there are no sanitation facilities, and I am very leery of turning her over to local law enforcement, whatever she is, she's no poacher. However, I have no doubt that she is quite deadly. A smart soldier makes allies when he can. I'd much rather have her on my side. She is as stealthy as a ninja, if she turned bad and wanted to kill us all, I seriously doubt that I could stop her." Frank and Halloran turned to me and I felt the eyes of every man in the room upon my neck. Our chief did not mice words. "Look, Redburn, we need to get back on schedule. Sheena, whoever or whatever she is, has put us behind the eight ball. If we get a couple of peaceful days we can catch up and probably even get ahead of our time table. I can divide your duties between Bryers and Chang. Now I can't order you to go with this woman but I would strongly encourage it. I doubt she will slit your throat. I can't say she feels the same way about the rest of us. Wherever she lives it can't be far away. If you are not back by the end of the week, I'll have Halloran's men tear the jungle apart until he finds you." "Its a big jungle, chief" I replied. But then I took another long look at Sheena. She smiled and nodded at me and I had never seen anything as beautiful in my life. I nodded back at her and thought to myself, "There are far worse ways to die." I turned, met Frank's intense gaze, and said, "I'll do it boss. It seems the logical thing to do." The men applauded. Some called me a "lucky bastard" and others called me "dead man walking." Frank shushed them at turned to face the jungle queen. "Sheena, if you promise not to harm Bob and also promise to return him in five days, you can take him away to "test." You will find that he is a truthful man, as are the rest of us. Once Bob convinces you that our intentions are good and good for the jungle, we would ask you to leave our work site alone. We will also not bother you or try to capture you again." Sheena nodded avidly and smiled, "Sheena agree! You let me go now and I come tomorrow noon, take pretty man. Have him back in five days." Frank thought a moment, turned to the security chief and said,"Turn her loose Halloran, escort her to the gate and give her back her gear when you get there." He then looked at Sheena and said, "This man will take you to the gate. You get your weapons back when you leave." Sheena threw Halloran a withering look but made no objection. Five minutes later she was gone. Frank took me aside and impressed upon me the need to learn everything I could about Sheena. He also impressed upon me the need to impress her. "She obviously likes you, Bob, make the most of it. The last thing we need is her pissed off and out for revenge." I did not sleep very well that night. Part of me was apprehensive, another part of me was really turned on. Sheena had the finest body I had ever encountered. I wondered just how deep her interest in me was. Was I just a "pretty man" or did she see something more? There is not much privacy in the barracks but I was able to find a quiet place to jerk off. After that I slept very well. The next day, Tuesday, dawned hot and still. In the distance we could hear the jungle birds and the calls of wildlife. After breakfast we worked hard through the oppressive heat to make up for some lost time. Frank and I went over my duties with Bryers and Chang. Most of my work was in the preliminary stages so they would not have to strain themselves to much to encompass them. I packed a small duffel bag with things that I thought that I would need. I was on tenterhooks, watching the clock hands creep around the dial to noon. With a war whoop, Sheena arrived right on time in the middle of our compound. No one had seen her scale the fence. She was carrying some objects. She called out, "Where pretty man?" I exited the barracks and strode towards Sheena with my duffel. "Ah, here pretty man! Come." gushed Sheena as she indicated where I was to stand. Sheena led me to a post. Before I could react she had my hands lashed above my head and tied to the pole. Before I could process what was happening, Sheena Began cutting off my clothes with her knife! Frank, our chief approached her, panic in his voice, "Sheena, what are you doing?" "Your man search Sheena. Sheena search your man." she continued oblivious to the many eyes focused upon her. In moments my clothes had been shredded and I was naked as the day I was born. The involuntary nudity and the presence of Sheena so close caused me to become erect. No woman has ever complained about the size of my equipment and Sheena seemed no different. I could tell that she liked my body. I really believe in physical fitness. I may be a lab rat but I always took to exercise like it was second nature. Even here, away from many of the comforts of home, I found time to lift weights and perform crunches. Sheena ran her fingers down my chest to my navel. She took a step back and dropped something at my feet and cut me loose. I bent and realized that the objects she had dropped before me were a leather loincloth and and leather vest. Beet red, I pulled them on. While I was adjusting the loincloth Sheena slid something around my neck. In an instant I understood it to be a leather collar and leash! My hands went to my neck and Sheena read my thoughts. "Pretty man must earn trust. Sheena not foolish enough to bring animal that she can not control into her hut." Some of the men witnessing our little encounter were laughing so hard that they had tears streaming down their cheeks. Sheena appeared puzzled by that for a moment before she smiled at me, tugged on my leash and made a move to lead me out of the compound. When I bent to gather my duffel, Sheena slapped my hand away. Not knowing what else to do I fell in behind Sheena. The view I had of her amazing ass was spectacular. I was so caught up in gazing at her lithe form that I lost track of the apparently roundabout route we paced until after the jungle closed behind us. I knew that Sheena had led me on a circuitous route because there is no way her hut could be this far from our compound. At last we entered a minuscule clearing and my wondering eyes beheld a tree with a hut nestled in its branches. Next to the hut, a pond and a small stream. It struck me as a most lovely place. The trail to the hut had been very dusty and hot. Both Sheena and myself were drenched in sweat and coated with grime. "We bathe before we enter my hut." stated Sheena to me very matter of factually. She led me over to the pond, stripped off her cheetah skin and faced me. Once more I was amazed at the incredible loveliness and suppleness of Sheena's body. Not even a ton of dust or sweat could detract from her beauty. After a moment I reached for the stay of my loincloth but Sheena gently slapped my hands away. "You my guest. I bathe you." she said as her fingers began to work on the lacing of my loincloth. The touch of her soft. gentle hands had me erect even before the brief amount of time it took her to remove the garment. Her eyes focused on my manhood and she said, "Everything pretty about you, Pretty man." "Sheena, my name is Robert or Bob, if you want to you can even call me Redburn." I stated, a bit flustered. Sheena gazed up at me as if considering my words before she replied. "No. You pretty man, so I call you Pretty man. We bathe now." Sheena removed the last of her weapons but kept them close by. She took my hand and led me into the crystal clear pond. From a rock she collected some of the natural soap that the natives manufacture. I can not express the utter delight that followed. Sheena lathered me head to toe, working the soap into a lather with her strong, yet supple fingers and skilled hands.She cooed over me like she was washing a puppy or an infant. When her hands went to work on my groin and her hands soaped up my cock, I almost shot a load all over her. When she was satisfied that I was thoroughly clean, she tied my leash to rock by the pond and saw to her own bathing. I realized that my life had reached one of its hight points as I watched the grime and dirt vanish and reveal her even golden tan. She looked so fresh, so young and so beautiful. Never had I been so mesmerized. More than once I pinched myself, convinced that I was still abed and dreaming. Once Sheena was clean she allowed me to remain lashed to my rock while she washed out her cheetah skin and my loincloth and vest. Making a point to bandy her knife and bow an arrow at me in a threatening manner, she led me up the ladder into her hut. My leash was immediately lashed to the center support of the hut and Sheena hung up our brief clothing on a wash line. Sheena, Jungle Queen Ch. 02 I woke the next morning to Sheena's sweet kisses. Once my eyes were open the golden jungle goddess smiled at me and kissed her way down my body. My arms and legs were stiff and numb from having been immobilized all night but I could not have cared less. I certainly didn't feel any discomfort as Sheena slid her sweet lips all over my shaft with the same amazing intensity of the night before. To my utter delight Sheena mounted me again. I watched her lovely tits bounce evocatively as she slid her secret place up and down my manhood. She was so finely muscled that it was like watching a she panther work. Sheena was a perfect physical specimen. She was more fit than any female yoga instructor on the planet. As she rode us both to climaxed she screamed and called my "Pretty man" over and over again. As she collapsed on top of me after our second lovemaking session her voice said sweetly. "Sheena love taming Pretty man." I ached to take her in my arms. There was so much that I wanted to teach her, the goodness of having a man wrap himself about a woman. The goodness of nibbling her nipples and dining on her blonde box. Instinctively I knew that that would come with time. I had to gain Sheena's trust. I knew also that I would have to let her lead. I could never imagine a situation where Sheena would take orders from any man, least of all me. Starting with my left leg, Sheena untied my bonds. Finally my right arm was liberated and I sat up and began to massage my limbs until the circulation was restored. I realized that it was very early in the day as the sun outside the window was just filling the horizon with the rays of dawn. I remembered that the night before we had turned in just as night had fallen. I realized that Sheena lived attuned to the natural cycles of day and night. I did spy some old style native lamps in various places about the neat hut but I imagined that Sheena only lit them in an emergency. "Pretty man," Sheena asked me "You like when Sheena tame you?'" "Yes, Sheena, I enjoy that very much!" "Good, when we come back from market, I tame you again." "Sheena," I replied, "next time you don't have to tie me down. It might be more fun for you if I can hug and embrace you while you tame me." Sheena's deep blue eyes seemed lost in thought. At last she replied. "Perhaps you right, Pretty man. But if you mean to trick me Sheena make you sorry that you were born." I sat and watched as the gloriously naked Sheena began filling a homemade rucksack with the skins of small animals, teeth and bones. She also placed in a large supply of large exotic native fruit. From my brief excursions into the local markets I knew that these were Junglesop, an ugly but delicious native species that the locals paid top dollar for. I recalled what I had paid for one to split with some of the guys back at the compound and realized that Sheena, were she interested in money, could be a very rich woman. After escorting me to the bathroom area and back, Sheena handed me my loincloth and vest. While I dressed, she wriggled enticingly into her cheetah skin and carefully combed out her hair. I could not help but notice that the comb Sheena used was modern, as was the mirror she gazed in as she arrayed her golden mane. She looked at me, eyed my unkempt hair and stroked the stubble on my face. "Come, Pretty, man." She had me sit in a chair and she combed my hair. It was not a style I liked but I was not about to complain. "Sheena have razor. When we return from market, I shave your face." "Are you sure, Sheena? I can do the job myself." "Sheena shave her legs and under arms. M'bua told me my mother did that so I do it too. Sheena good with razor. Also Sheena not foolish enough to give Pretty man weapon until I know he very tame." Sheena lashed my leash to the central pole while she prepared breakfast. The morning meal was very simple. I was delighted to discover coffee on the table. It was black and profoundly bitter as in the local style but it felt wonderful sliding down my throat. For a moment I imagined myself in the apartment of an old girlfriend sitting down to one of her fantastic cups of Joe. But Sheena was not like that vision from my past in any way. Sheena was more beautiful, more fierce, and far sweeter. Sheena was a woman princes combed their realms in hopes of finding. Sheena was like every best dream personified. After we finished eating, Sheena placed the heaviest sack over my shoulders and said smiling, "Sheena not have to make two trips today." She stared intently in my eyes and very solemnly stated "Pretty man, you obey Sheena today fully and when Sheena tame you later, she no tie you down. You be bad, Pretty man, Sheena no be nice to you for the rest of the day." The weight on my back was something of a surprise. I had new respect for Sheena's amazing strength . She took leash and patiently led me out of the hut and into the jungle. I knew, more or less, where the native village stood in relation to the research compound, but I had no idea where Sheena's hut was located. I noted that Sheena was again carefully leading in an intentional roundabout way so that I could not gain my bearings. Only the eastern rise of the sun gave me any sense of direction. Then the jungle parted and we were in the native village. I became acutely aware of my attire. The west had made some inroads even to this remote part of Africa. What little clothing the natives wore was mostly western in style. There were quite a few tee shirts. The skirts on the women were very short and most wore skimpy tops that revealed lovely expanses of ebony bosom. The sound of radios could be heard and there was the occasional internal combustion engine driven vehicle. Soon it would be even more western. Part of the agreement with the local government for permission to construct our compound mandated that we allow cell phone towers. These natives would soon be calling each other on their smart phones, just like any residents of the first world. I realized that the phones would bring such wonders as the internet and instant communication, but I could not help but mourn what would be lost. Sheena attracted little notice from the locals. One or two bowed to her and Sheena exchanged greetings with others. I realized that she must be a very familiar sight. It amazed me that one as beautiful as Sheena could elicit mere boredom and lack of novelty. I, on the other hand, attracted significant attention. Often Sheena gestured at me while she was chatting with a local. I spied shy smiles and knowing nods from them as we passed. I wondered if any of my coworkers would be in the village today, but then I recalled that our visits were mostly weekend affairs. At least we stopped before a larger than average storefront. The proprietor, a large genial man with a broad face and and a wide smile greeted Sheena as though she were an old friend, which he probably was. Sheena tied my leash to a nearby post and removed the sack from my back. "N'tri and Sheena have to argue over price. It game we play but it is the way of the village. You be good and wait for Sheena, Pretty man." I watched Sheena disappear into the store and realized that I was supremely alone in the world. I did not know more than a few words of the local language. I did not know the people. I did not know how long Sheena would be. And how I was dressed, I was practically naked in a very alien world. It did not take time for me to attract even more attention. A group of five beautiful African women encircled me. All were tall, slim and dark, with long legs and languid brown eyes. They seemed fascinated with me, stroking my hair and rubbing my skin. One of them grabbed my hand and placed it on her breast. I felt her fine mound of womanhood beneath the thin and skimpy garment. "Hey white boy," she said repeatedly in what was apparently the only English she knew. I desperately missed Sheena. I tried to pull away from the curious lovely women, but there was very little place I could go. The women seemed quite content with me collared on the end of the leash. They laughed as I tried to pull away and then began talking to me in a soothing way. One of them, if I am honest I will say that this one was the most beautiful of the five, started feeling my arm muscles and my chest. To my considerable surprise she forced her hand into my loincloth and started stroking my penis. It was simultaneously confounding and arousing. She broke out in a big grin when I became hard. I saw a look of devilment in her eyes. What she intended to do next I will never know because Sheena reappeared at that moment. There was loud yelling in the native dialect. Sheena was livid and screaming like a banshee. She and the woman who had been feeling me up went cheek to jowl. I honestly thought that a fistfight would break out between Sheena and the statuesque native woman who had only reluctantly withdrawn her hand from my loincloth. There was obvious bad blood between Sheena and this woman. The other four women separated the two before any actual exchange of blows. A short time later the other four women dragged away the one who had taken such a keen interest in me. Before I could ask questions Sheena answered them, "That Mari. She old enemy of Sheena. She hate me since we little girls. She make me so angry! She say "Our men taboo to Sheena, but Sheena's man not taboo to us!" Then Sheena emitted a yell of frustration and continued. "If not for my vow to M'bua Sheena sneak into Mari's hut and skin her like I skin animals!" I noticed that Sheena held a wad of native currency. Naively, I had imagined my jungle goddess immune to the curse of cash and the world of money. Sheena untied my leash and pulled me along behind her. What followed was a shopping trip, not unlike those that occur in every part of the world. Sheena bought native soaps and honey, yeast and baking supplies. She cooed over a display of jewelry and bought some brushes and lip balm. At each stop she haggled over the prices like a native trader. Like many men who accompany their wives or girlfriends on errands such as this all around the world; I soon zoned out and lost track of everything except the persistent tug of Sheena's hands upon my leash. I was thinking of my work and other inanities and had a pleasant idyll until I heard Sheena once again addressing me. The many supplies that Sheena had purchased had been placed in the largest of the rucksacks. She strapped it to my back and said, "You very good, Man pet. Sheena happy." She took a look at the sack on my back and stated,. "Man pet should carry heavy loads." "Man pet?" I replied. "Yes, Sheena tame Pretty man, now he Sheena's pet." Sheena must have seen the stunned expression on my face because she broke into a mischievous smile and said, "Don't worry, Pretty man, Sheena good master. Take good care of Man pet." At a small cafe, Sheena purchased some local yogurt and tea for the two of us. As we sat the beautiful jungle goddess stated, "Sheena enjoys watching people go by. It sometimes lonely in jungle but Sheena safer there. Jungle also far from Mari." Sheena then got a concerned expression on her face and asked "Man pet, like Mari?" I replied in the negative with as much conviction as I could muster. "Pretty man think Mari prettier than Sheena?" Again I answered no. Sheena smiled broadly and said, "Your words make Sheena happy. Ever since we little girls Mari say Sheena ugly and Mari pretty. Before Sheena get big, Mari like to beat up Sheena. She steal Sheena's toys and friends. Sheena not surprised to find her hands on man pet." A look of rage crossed Sheena's face. She turned to me and said, "If Pretty man ever let Mari tame him, Sheena skin Pretty man and take long time killing Mari!" Her right hand squeezed down hard on my left forearm as she said the last two sentences. Then she said, "Pretty man belong to Sheena now." Her hand left my forearm and ended up on my crotch. She smiled and followed up with. "All parts of Pretty man Sheena's now. Sheena not so lonely now that she have man pet." "Sheena," I replied, "You promised my chief that you would return me four days from now." "Pretty man, want to leave Sheena?" "Well no, but ..." "Then Pretty man should not leave Sheena. Pretty man, not know way back to his camp. Sheena not tell him. Sheena keep Pretty man." "Sheena, I really really like you but there are things I need back at the compound," "Sheena take care of Man pet. She give you all you need." "But my books, my personal items. If you let me go back I will return to the jungle with you." The jungle goddess considered my words and replied, "Sheena want to believe Man pet. If Man pet good and let Sheena tame him many times, Sheena MIGHT let Man pet go to friends to say goodbye BUT Pretty man stay on collar and leash so he not change mind." I realized that conversing further on this topic was a dead end. Far worse fates have befallen far better men than me. It had definite advantages over the constant quest of publishing, pushing papers, and fighting for scanty research funds but I was not entirely ready to say goodbye to that world just yet. Sheena gazed at me. That I was lost in thought was obvious to her. She stroked my thigh and removed something from the pouch she carried about her waist. "Sheena be very good master, Man pet. Here is gift. Sheena wanted to give to Man pet back at hut but this time seem right." She produced a silver comb, the type designed to be worn in the hair as an adornment. She slid it into my brown curls and said, "Make Pretty man prettier. Sheena let Man pet's hair grow long, Sheena comb and braid. Pretty man look even prettier. Sheena also tame Pretty man often, Sheena know THAT make Man pet happy." How does a man reply to statements like that? The tableau Sheena was presenting was an ancient one. I thought of Adam and Eve and all the great romantic stories I had been forced to read about in school or by girlfriends hell bent on changing me. "This is one for the books." I thought before I took Sheena's hand, collected my thoughts and at last said, "Thank you for the gift Sheena, I will treasure it always." Then I took my first initiative in our relationship and moved to kiss her. I tried to express my gratitude for the gift and my overwhelming desire for Sheena herself through this kiss. It seemed to work. "That nice kiss, Pretty man. See, Sheena make you happy." I sat in silence and finished eating. Sheena chatted up the waitress, who was apparently a childhood friend. The waitress eyed me thoroughly and she and Sheena began talking to each other very rapidly and giggling often. That I was the topic of their conversation there could be no doubt. I gathered a rather pointed sex question was asked because at one point Sheena gasped, turned beet red and then joined her friend in a long guffaw. As Sheena settled the bill and the waitress left, the jungle goddess addressed me again, "That B'tri. Old friend. She say you very pretty, Pretty man. Say I lucky Sheena." "What was your final laugh about?" I asked. "Were you making fun of me?" "No, man pet, B'tri ask if you big everywhere and then she say..." I watched amused as Sheena turned scarlet again and finished with, "What she say for Sheena's ears only. Sheena NEVER teach you those words!" I smiled and chuckled quietly to myself. Sheena grasped the end of my leash and led me through the village the way we had come in. On the outskirts of town were communal latrines. Both Sheena and I had to relieve ourselves. She reluctantly released my leash as I entered the male facilities. I was given a very stern warning, to wait, to the point of threats of physical maiming, for Sheena when I was finished. I plunged through the door to find second world facilities in a third world country. It was nasty but I have been to gas stations in the states that were far worse. As I stood answering nature's call two of the locals tried to chat me up. In the one phrase I did know well, I informed them that I did not speak the language. Both of them smiled. I heard the name Sheena repeated many time. As crescendo on the conversations the larger of the tribesmen said "Sheena!" and then licked his lips provocatively. His actions required no translation whatsoever. I waited patiently a few steps from the door until Sheena reappeared. "Pretty man, good! Welcome Sheena with a kiss." I was happy to oblige her, feeling a bit safer in the semi-public place I lightly embraced Sheena as I planted a strong kiss on her proud, succulent lips. "That feel good, Pretty man. You braver than yesterday. But not get too brave, Pretty man, Sheena rule. ALWAYS!" The way Sheena, affirmed her authority, I knew that she fully intended to wear the pants in any relationship with any male in her life. That she intended me for that role was obvious as well. I realized that I wanted to be with the jungle goddess so much that I would obey her utterly. I was never destined to be an alpha male in any case. Sheena's arms felt so good when she hugged me. I realized that I was already in love with this amazing woman and wanted nothing more than to be close to her. Sheena tugged at my leash and led me out of the village. Before long we were back in the jungle under the blazing sun. On the way back to Sheena's hut, a brief shower broke out and we took shelter under the branches of a large boab tree. As Sheena kissed me as the warm gentle rain fell, she said to me, "Pretty man, good boy today, He already understand that he now Sheena's pet." "Sheena," I replied, "I will obey you but we should be partners and equals." Sheena gazed at me as though I had just said the most amusing thing in the world, stifled a laugh, and replied, "Man pet, not know way of jungle. Man pet not know how to hunt. Man pet can not track prey or find his way home. Man pet would die without Sheena's help. Sheena can take care of Man pet, Sheena feed you, Sheena teach you, Sheena tame you. Sheena the chief, that just how it is. Sheena give Man pet simple jobs. Sheena help you, Sheena bathe you. In return Man pet love Sheena and Sheena love Man pet. You not even chief among your own people Man pet, why should Sheena listen to you except when you praise Sheena or when Sheena want to talk with you?" Sheena was perceptive, that much was true. I was not a leader I was a follower and that is exactly what Sheena wanted me to be. I pondered my situation long and hard. Some serious emotions must have crossed my face because Sheena stared at me intently. "If Man pet, no want Sheena to lead, tell me now and Sheena will walk home without you. You find own way back to your people." Sheena let go of my leash and stepped into the bush. She vanished almost instantaneously. I was alone in the middle of nowhere in a savage jungle, completely unarmed and helpless. Every sound of the jungle from the call of the birds to the buzz of the insects suddenly took on a profound air of menace. "Sheena!" I yelled. The golden queen did not return immediately. She let me stew for at least a good fifteen or more minutes. At last she reappeared, grinning broadly. "Say Sheena chief, Man pet, and I take you home. If you no say that, Sheena disappear again and not come back." I threw myself at her enchanting feet and said, "Sheena chief. ALWAYS!" "That better, Man pet." said Sheena once I had returned to my feet. She smiled like an angel, gathered up the end of my leash and began singing softly to herself as she led me to her hut. The whole journey home, Sheena did not so much as look in my direction. Sheena, Jungle Queen Ch. 02 Once were back at Sheena's hut she turned to me and asked, "Pretty man, think hard on way to Sheena's hut? Pretty man realize how weak he is and how he needs Sheena for everything?" "Yes, chief Sheena." I replied respectfully. "I like sound of chief, Pretty Man." replied Sheena. Sheena smiled broadly at me and said, "Man pet have no need of clothes in Sheena's hut. After Pet put supplies away, I tame Man Pet, again." I stripped and set to the tasks at hand. Sheena took a seat while ordering me about the hut. I was occupied with some forgotten task for a while, when I turned to face her again, I noticed that Sheena had filled a basin with water and was hefting a straight razor. "Man Pet, take seat. Sheena shave. You not kiss Sheena anymore today with rough fur on face." What choice did I have? I made myself comfortable in a chair and Sheena lathered my face. She was quite adept with the razor, only erring once. The minor nick quickly stopped bleeding. As she finished and I was toweling off my face, I noted that Sheena had an odd look on her face. She was staring at my crotch. As if reading my mind Sheena began to speak, "Man Pet not very hairy, Sheena love Man Pet's smoothness. Sheena let Man Pet's hair on head grow long so Sheena can comb and braid, but Sheena think she want to keep rest of you smooth and soft." Realizing the direction this conversation was headed I tried to get Sheen's mind off on other topics. I failed miserably as a short time later Sheena had lathered up my privates. I nearly stopped breathing while trying to remain motionless. I thought that my manhood would shrink away in fear of the razor sharp blade but Senna's hands were such a wonderful sensation that I remained erect throughout the entire procedure. The beguiling jungle girl mopped away the last vestiges of shaving cream and smiled broadly, "Sheena like!" She cooed for a few moments and then set to work with her most spectacular session of fellatio so far. Her gentle touch had primed the pump and before too long I came while she was still suckling my manhood. A surprised look crossed Sheena's face but she swallowed my load. "Man pet not taste as good as he looks, but Sheena get used to it. Sheena keep you smooth now always." "Yes Sheena," I replied. Next Sheena sat in my lap and her sweet lips met mine. "Sheena decide, Man Pet better off here than with other men. You not like them. If I go back to Man Pet's camp I tell your chief that you died. That way they no look for you and Sheena can keep you always!. Maybe soon Man Pet and Sheena have baby. Man Pet will make good father." At that moment my mind projected an image of another life. I saw a college and bright young co-eds and awed young freshmen. I saw my research and possible publications. There were a few awards hanging on the walls of my tastefully furnished, book crammed office. I saw the life that I told myself that I always wanted, and it suddenly seemed like so much dross. I imagined being a kept man of the most amazing and most staggeringly beautiful woman I had ever met. It had more appeal than pushing papers and the publish or perish life I would have to endure until I made tenure. I imagined my hair long, and the daily shaves under the talented hands of Sheena and I imagined all of the wonderful sex the two of us would have for as far into the future as I could imagine. Most of all I realized that this relationship, unlike all of my others, was the real thing. What ever her deficits, Sheena loved me without question and completely. I knew that were I returned to the world of academia, I would never meet a woman like Sheena ever again. At that instant, I realized that most men would surrender kingdoms to have what was right here sitting on my lap. The choice was not difficult at all. I saw Sheena's eyes light up with even more intently when I met her passionate gaze and answered with more sincerity than I had ever previously uttered. "I would like that very much, Sheena." Her subsequent kiss was the utterly delightful. Sheena, Jungle Queen My eyes took in the hut, The furniture resembled that created by the local tribesmen. The walls and ceiling were woven grass, the floor was smooth acacia wood. There was a small shelf with a few possessions. Female touches were obvious. I noticed a faded color photograph of a white couple in a handmade frame. The woman in the picture looked a great deal like Sheena. Her parents, I concluded. Sheen's narrow bed sat in one corner. Beneath the window and its spectacular view of the jungle, sat a table and some chairs. I wondered how often Sheena had visitors. Many arrows in various stages of construction and extra bows were prominent. There was no evidence of any other inhabitant in the hut aside from a young chimpanzee who was dozing in a hammock. Sheena strode over to the chimp and said, "This Chim. He good friend." The simian gibbered at her and the two conversed a while in some sort of weird baby talk. It certainly wasn't the language of the native tribes. Sheena strode around her domicile for a bit showing me everything, her complete innocence about her casual nudity was incredibly refreshing. And incredibly arousing. To my considerable surprise I was able to maintain at least the veneer of a scientist as I cataloged the items in her hut. My erection never faded. Sheena noticed my state of arousal. She smiled at my discomfort and humiliation as though it was somehow endearing. That she traded with the locals was obvious from the contents of her hut. This was the "golden queen" they were all in awe of. I had a thousand questions forming in my mind. I wanted to know everything about this wondrous specimen. . "This Sheena's home. I get food now. We eat and talk, Pretty man." Sheena vanished for a moment for the hut and returned almost immediately with a reed trap containing several catfish. I concluded that she had retrieved the meal from the stream that fed the pond. Sheena donned a leather apron and departed for what I assumed was the kitchen.The savory smell of the food soon had my mouth watering. I realized that I was famished. I had been so caught up in my work duties, briefing others, and being briefed, that I had only had time for an English muffin and coffee for breakfast. It was now fairly late in the afternoon. As Sheena worked in the kitchen she began to sing beautifully in the language of the local tribes. I recognized the song as one to be sung because of a great happiness or a good life milestone. I suddenly realized that I had a desperate need to piss. Sheena came in to check on me and I tried to make my needs known. "Sheena." I said as I tried to hide my discomfort. "I have to go to the bathroom." The African jungle girl smiled at me sweetly, obviously not comprehending my words. I tried a different tact. "Sheena, I need to piss. To urinate. Finally I made the sound of human urination and it light went on in Sheena's gorgeous blue eyes. She loosed me, tugged my leash and led me out of a curtained doorway. I found myself on a smooth platform with a hole in the center and and a frame for sitting. A pile of dry grass and leaves were present, obviously for wiping purposes. Sheena seemed fascinated as I stood near the hole and let loose a torrent of waste water. Sheena sat on the frame and followed my lead. When we were both finished, Sheena led me back to my post with a brief stop where we washed our hands in a basin. A short time later dinner was ready. The food looked fantastic as Sheena brought it into the main room on a clay platter. She set a place for me and gave me plenty of food. She picked up her bow and arrow, strapped her knife to her thigh and said, "We eat. You sit. If you do not behave, Sheena will make you sorry." she waved the weapons at me as I took my seat. "I looked into her now fierce eyes and struggled to find my words. After complimenting her culinary skill, I asked, "How long have you lived here, Sheena?" "Many cycles. M'bua helped me build hut when I grew too old for her." "M'bua?" "She chief witchdoctor of the tribe. She raise me, teach me what white man tongue she knew and cast spells over me to keep the men of the tribe away from me?" "How did she do that. Sheena?" I asked. "She make bad medicine, warn men of tribe that I be taboo. She make me golden queen. Sheena like that M'bua keep me safe but Sheena also lonely. You be Sheena's friend?" "I nodded and said, "I would like to be your friend very much, Sheena. I'm lonely too." Sheena blushed and replied, "You just say that. You have many friends in place we leave at noon." "Sheena, just because a group of men are thrown together with a common purpose does not mean they are all friends. In fact most of us at the compound care only about our own projects and responsibilities. With any collection of scientists you also find, ego, vanity and deceit ..." I could tell that my verbiage was leaving the jungle girl behind so I asked, "What happened to your parents, Sheena?" "They dead long time. Sheena have no memory of them. They gave me to M'bua. M'bua like my mother but not my mother. She said my parents holy people, that one reason she make me golden queen." I deduced that Sheena's parents were probably missionaries or aid workers. In any event, they were not the first, nor would they be the last, foreigners to be swallowed up by the African jungle. I suddenly had a picture of golden little Sheena, alone in the world, utterly alien from her surroundings yet accepted into that environment until she became part of it. I knew then that I just had to meet this mysterious M'bua. "Did you bring me here because you are lonely, Sheena?" For the first time Sheena had trouble meeting my eyes. "Yes and no. I test the truth in you but you also seem kind. I spy on all the sleepers. You have happy dreams. Happy dreams help make you Pretty man. I can not test all of you so I choose one to test." her worlds trailed off and then she said, "You also very very pretty." I did not know how to respond to that so for the next half hour I ate heartily of Sheena's sumptuous meal. The bread was sweet and was lathered in wild honey, there was some of the locally made beer as well. In addition to the catfish, there was some red meat that I could not identify, that was out of this world. Kings have dined on less succulent fare. I tried out the few words I knew in the local dialect, bringing a wide smile to my host's face. She sat opposite me, naked and innocent, yet somehow profoundly wise. She was not filled with the vanities and inanities of so many western men and women. Only a few days before this dinner I had been incredibly discouraged when I discovered that men I greatly respected were using precious satellite link time to keep up with what the Kardassian's were doing! It made me wonder what chance our project really had to make a difference in the world. If inanities ruled, there was no room for serious contemplation of nature. For the rest of that day I was depressed, sure that eventually society would move on. Folks would say,"Well it is sad that the elephants are now extinct but Real Housewives of New Jersey is on and THAT is what really matters." Sheena was a perfect antidote to everything that was making me sick. "How will you test me, Sheena? " I asked. "How will you know I speak the truth." Sheena gazed at me steadily and replied, "After dinner I use old tribal way. If you tell truth then I tame you. Sheena woman now, she needs to tame a man. With men of tribe taboo, Sheena no have man to tame." Now I was completely befuddled, "But what will you do?" A wicked smile danced across Sheen's lovely face, "You find out. AFTER dinner. If you lie there no point in taming you." I asked several follow up questions but Sheena just smiled mischievously back at me. For desert, Sheena brought out a bowl of berries and fruit. Sheena waved her knife at me and tied my hands behind my back. I sat on the backless chair suddenly wondering what I had gotten myself into. She insisted on feeding me several berries from her own hand. It was very easy to imagine myself an eastern potentate being waited on by a djinn. When I had eaten enough fruit to satisfy Sheena she led me over to her narrow bed. Adept at tying knots with one hand, the golden queen placed the business end of her knife on my jugular. Sheena freed my hands only to lash each one to a post of her bed. She repeated the process with my legs. I was naked, spread eagle and helpless. Sheena flashed a smile and left the room. When she returned I thought that my heart would give out. In her hand was a metal brazier with a flame in it. She set the brazier upon the floor not far from my crotch and began heating her knife! "This test to see if men speak truth. Honest men have certain look when tested. Honest men keep stones. Dishonest men never need woman again." "No please don't do that Sheena!" I begged. "You promised my chief that you would not harm me." "I no hurt if you speak truth. If you lie, I return to your camp and kill all men. If that happen what I promised your chief will not matter." Sheena picked up an arrow and ran the tip ever so gently all over my body while she waited for her knife blade to become red hot. She began to speak to me in a more gentle and direct manner, as if she were speaking to a child. "Pretty man, when blade red, I place it close to man stones. I ask questions, you answer yes or no only. If demon of lies is strong in man, Sheena can tell. Demon of lies must be cut out and man marked as liar for life. If man honest, his eyes will show proper amount of fear and bravery. Honest man keep stones and Sheena reward him. Man who lie will see me cut off, roast and eat his stones. I hope you honest man, Pretty man." Sheena then stood up, paced about the bed and uttered some words in the native dialect. She bent as in prayer for a few moments and then hefted the knife. My erection had long since faded. Sheena took a piece of catgut, looped one end over the head of my now flaccid penis and tied the catgut off to the bed frame so that she had an unobstructed view of my balls. I felt the staggering heat in my left nut as Sheena lowered it to within millimeters of my skin. "Pretty man, Are all men in your camp good men?" "Yes." "That man who capture me. Was he always good man?" I recalled some of the questionable past exploits of our security chief and answered truthfully, "No." "Your men hate bad hunters, what your word? Poachers? "Yes." "You think Sheena pretty?" "Yes!" "Your men good for my tribe?" "Yes... I guess so we want to protect them." Sheena's face grew cross and she said, "Yes or no, Pretty man. Do not repeat mistake" "Does Pretty man, have woman to call his own?" "No." "Your men visit local women when they have need?" I gulped a big swallow of air. Some of the guys did call on the local girls. "Yes." "Pretty man, visit local women?" "No!" "Will your men make jungle safe for animals?" "Yes." At this point the blade had cooled so Sheena returned it to the brazier. I was drenched in sweat. Sheena repeated her previous ritual while the blade returned to its livid shade of menace. Just as my breathing was returning to normal Sheena hoisted the blade anew.This time I felt the heat on my right nut. "Pretty man, ever be with women?" I figured if I was going to lose my balls it would be now. I decided to enter the great beyond with the truth on my lips. "Yes." I saw a frown upon Sheena's face but she smiled at my next answer. "You like those women like you like Sheena?" "No!" "If Sheena cut you loose you run away?" "No!" "Pretty man, go back to camp and tell men where Sheena live?" "No!" "Your men come back with guns to hurt Sheena?" "No!" "Pretty man, like Sheena's touch?" "Yes!" "Would Pretty man like kiss?" I never expected that question, but I immediately replied, "Yes!" In a moment Sheena's beautiful face was inches away from my own. Her kiss was the warmest, most sincere one I had ever experienced. After a very long time of kissing each other Sheena opened her eyes and stood up. "You pass, Pretty man." She untied the catgut retraining my shaft and stood above me with her hands on her hips. I could not read her expression. Gently she bent and, with one finger, she stroked my body everywhere. It was an exhilarating form of torture. My penis, had a short memory and was at full mast a short time later. "Now, Pretty man, Sheena is going to tame you like women of tribe tame men. New man must be tamed so that he obey woman." Sheena's hands left my body and she began stroking herself. Her hands rested on her luscious bush as she said, "Women have power over man. Sheena not want that power until now." It was then that I noticed that my jungle princess's blonde pubic jungle was wet! "Pretty man, me want you but not yet trust you all way. You stay tied while Sheena do all the work. If you please me, tomorrow I free you and trust you more. Sheena spy on village. Village no see Sheena. Sheena learn much." With that she was upon the bed and her tongue was gently exploring my shaft. I could not believe what I was party to. Sheena was evidently an avid student of the local lovemaking sessions because her fellatio skills were first class. Apparently this was her first time and I was to be her first conquest, you could have fooled me. Then, like a jungle cat, she mounted me and impaled herself upon my erect shaft. She was tightest woman I had ever been inside of. She was very wet. It seemed to me that I could feel every fine muscle of her body as she gently slid up and down my manhood. Her eyes were closed. There was a look of intensity mixed with bliss upon her face. Sweet little animal like noises began to emanate from her throat. She rode me with more intensity and began to utter words in the local lingo. I knew now that she was repeating words that she must have heard. She was saying essentially "Fuck me hard." I could not imagine that Sheena used words like that on an everyday basis. I was very proud of my little soldier. He held out quite a while before he surrendered. I felt him pump out barrage of white artillery before he retreated. Sheena's orgasm arrived just before my own. With a sweet, almost inaudible sob, Sheena then collapsed on top of me. She kissed me all over and repeatedly stroked my face. "Oh, Pretty man, you make Sheena so happy. Please say that you will stay with Sheena forever. Be her man and obey her. Sheena make you very happy in return." As she nuzzled against my chest. I realized that there really wasn't anything back at the compound that actually needed my supervision. Staying with Sheena suited me just fine. Sheena left the bed just long enough to retrieve a fur blanket. She threw it over both of us, held me tight and was soon fast asleep. I didn't mind my bonds in the least as I gazed at the blonde delight that had just altered my life forever. Just before sleep hit me. I wondered what marvels Sheena would have in store for me tomorrow.