Jungle Love

 

Copyright 1993 Lance Edwards

 

 

 

Fuller had been in the small, hot, unbearably oppressive Mexican village a week before he finally went to the brothel.

 

He hadn't meant to go there at all, hadn't planned to stay in such a miserable little shithole of a town longer than it took to lay the dust. But somehow, in the time it took to drink a couple of Coronas, he'd managed to become obsessed.

 

This wasn't a usual thing. He'd been back and forth through this country a million times, moving one thing or another, and he rarely wasted time or energy on anything that didn't turn a profit. Money, after all, was the only sane reason for venturing this close to the jungle, and there was no money to be had here. Yet the curious way the locals discussed the dark little brothel crouching just at the fringe of the rain forest somehow caught his attention.

 

There was a strange mixture of forced, uneasy hilarity and superstitious fear in the way that they recounted tales of it.

 

Stupid, unfortunate gringos who'd stopped in for a lay and lost their minds instead ... young men from the town who'd disappeared inside and never returned ... unearthly screams that shivered the air on hot summer nights ...

 

Of course, Fuller had heard superstitious crap like this from ignorant natives a million times before. But this time it managed to stir his interest -- not to mention his groin.

 

Tired of the greasy whores and slatterns that made up his usual sexual diet in the bush, Fuller had stopped buying women long ago, preferring to wait until he got home to satisfy his desires. But these vague, tantalizing rumors of exotic passion and danger -- as bogus as they surely were -- just might provide the spice of excitement his jaded pecker needed.

 

It was worth looking into.

 

So he took a room at the cantina, and spent his days lounging at the bar: swatting insects, sipping beer, mopping sweat from his face -- and listening. He listened to hours of aimless chatter, boring and banal as it might be, and the more he heard about the brothel and its mysterious proprietor the more his interest grew.

 

She was an ancient Olmec goddess they said, come from the haunted ruins of a shrine deep in the impenetrable jungle. Or she was an Aztec priestess, an ageless female sorceress who made a deadly game of mankind's lust and need.

 

She was a voracious sexual predator, an evil succubus. She was part women, part jaguar, part demon, part vampire bat. She was all these and more, or none of them. Myth and fact were wheat and chaff, impossible to separate. So Fuller bought his drinks, occasionally pumped the barflies, and after a week of letting the anticipation build he decided to pay the place a visit.

 

He set out after dark, avoiding the stares of the locals, determined to satisfy his own curiosity without feeding theirs.

 

He'd knock off a quick piece of ass, return for his stuff and be gone by morning, with no insipid snickering to pay for it. So he left his jeep parked, walking the rutted dirt road a half-mile to its end and taking a short, over-grown path to where the ill-reputed house crouched amid the thick trees marking the jungle's edge.

 

Insects, birds, monkeys and less identifiable creatures made a constant eerie racket. Fuller half-fancied he saw eyes in the darkened canopy above. Then he saw candles glowing in the tiny windows and his boots suddenly scuffed on the worn wooden planking before the door.

 

"Brothel" read the sign in front of him, and below that, in smaller print, the Mexican equivalent of about ten bucks. Feeling a familiar and somehow necessary mixture of lust, excitement, and even a little anxiety, Fuller pushed open the door without knocking and strode brazenly inside.

 

Several doors led off the dimly lit front room, but the only person in evidence was the Madam herself, a lush but firm, intimidatingly beautiful woman with a fey, exotic quality to her features that seemed to promise sexual abandon of the wildest sort. Her hair was long and full, thick and black, her eyes slightly slanted and her body both muscular and voluptuous. Curled up on a sofa in the corner, out of the direct light, she exuded a coiled poise and powerful sexually that dried Fuller's mouth.

 

He cleared his throat, twice, before finally stating his business and waving a small sheaf of bills. His prick was a hot stone pillar straining at his jeans, and when the woman gave a throaty laugh and beckoned him onto the couch he went to her eagerly, his pulse pounding in his groin.

 

He sat next to her, stuffing money in her hands and reaching for the massive swell of her breasts, but she stopped him. Dropping the money almost indifferently, she lit a thick, home-rolled cigarette. "Compliments of the house," she purred. As she passed it to him he caught the sweet, pungent odor of marijuana, and he raised it to his lips and inhaled gratefully.

 

The first hit went immediately to his head, yet he took several more, looking to sharpen his sensations. He almost didn't notice the strange, musty undertone to its taste, but as his head swam further and further away he suddenly realized what was happening.

 

The dope was laced with something, some exotic mushroom perhaps, too strong for his inexperienced brain. The room canted and whirled around him, and the last thing he heard as his consciousness fled was the gloating sound of the woman's throaty laugh.

 

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When Fuller regained his senses, he found himself tied out spread-eagled and naked on a hard, flat surface, unable to move a muscle. Smoke and incense hung thickly in the air, combining with the strange drug to make his head swim. For long moments he floated in a golden haze, unmindful of his condition. But slowly his perceptions clarified, and he made out the braziers that flickeringly illuminated his surroundings.

 

He was deep in the jungle, enclosed on all sides by lush, teeming vegetation. The steamy heat and steady drip of water were constant, as changeless as the ancient rain forest itself. Fuller could have been back in the Jurassic but for the crude stone monuments that marked the perimeter of the clearing.

 

Carved heads snarled down at him, blunt and scarred with time and weather. Secured by strong, limber vines wrapped tightly around his wrists and ankles, Fuller lay stretched out as though for sacrifice on an ancient, moss-grown granite slab. Firelight and the spectacle of his captive humanity had drawn the creatures of the forest close, and a red glitter of eyes ringed him round, peering out of the trees and down from the canopy above.

 

He lay there, uncomprehending, and for long, dazed moments thought himself alone. But then through the fog that gripped him he finally focused on a figure crouched just at the edge of the firelight.

 

It was the woman, of course, but somehow she'd been changed, altered so profoundly that she only seemed remotely human. Her black hair was much thicker and fuller, wildly dishevelled and cascading over her back and shoulders in a gloriously luxuriant mane. Yet that relatively benign embellishment was the least of her shocking transformations.

 

Her ears had drawn back, taking on a more pointed look, and higher, more prominent cheekbones now emphasized the narrow, predatory jut of her chin and jaws. Her eyes had sunk deeper into her head, glittering like those of a beast, and full, blood red lips could no longer conceal her inch-long, sharply pointed canines.

 

Her neck and shoulders had also thickened, and a torso that had at first looked excitingly fit and well toned despite its gratuitous womanliness had now become larger, more sinewy and muscular. Even the curve of her spine had changed, hunching her shoulders forward and cocking her heavily rounded hips up and back.

 

She squatted there like an animal, with her knees splayed wide and her tight, muscular ass thrust out behind her, a long tail lashing. She supported herself with arms that had grown longer, brawnier, and as Fuller's head began to clear he noticed that her finger and even toenails had been replaced by cruelly hooked, razor-sharp talons.

 

Yet even that wasn�t her most arresting change. Naked now, he could see that her enormous bosom actually consisted of a double row of huge, ripely swollen breasts: four fat, dark-nippled teats that dangled pendulously down in perfectly matched pairs from the long, tapering barrel of her chest. Below that unbelievable bounty, the unblemished skin of her loins was bare to the junction of her splayed-apart thighs, where a patch of tangled fur betrayed the cleft of her sex.

 

Overall the effect was that of a gorgeous woman crossed with some ancient saber-toothed cat, and although Fuller should have been clear out of his mind with terror at the sight, for some reason his desperate arousal only increased. He eyed that hungry slit, fighting a swooning wave of unreality, and felt himself growing helplessly hard at the thought of those powerful haunches embracing him. Tied out naked and helpless before this savage, powerfully erotic creature, drugged with a potent, if unknown hallucinogen, his tripped-out, highly suggestible state somehow found the creature�s obvious sexual intent contagious.

 

He struggled against his bonds, tasting the delicious futility of it, and writhed erotically on the ancient stone. His cock quickly swelled, aching upward, betraying his arousal. Seeing this the creature bared her menacing fangs in an evil hiss of anticipation. Then she moved into the light, bounding onto the stone slab, and as she approached the grace and power of her movements was terrifyingly, desperately arousing.

 

She loomed over him, straddling his bound and uselessly struggling form, and the heat and musk of her filled Fuller's senses.

 

She reached down, and those horribly clawed hands clasped his head, drawing it up to meet a huge, heavily swollen breast. A stiffly erect nipple was forced between his lips, so large and pebbly that it filled his entire mouth, and Fuller accepted it helplessly. He sucked, and a hot, bitter fluid spurted out, running down his throat like fire.

 

Heat exploded within him, coursing through his entire system. As if an aphrodesiac were actually needed, that fiery liquid lit the tinder of Fuller's blood with a blazing passion, bringing every cell in his body instantly awake with screaming need. Desire raved through him, a desperate, unholy lust that galvanized him, consuming all other thought. Quickly the intense heat concentrated in his groin, turning his rock-hard erection into a pounding, throbbing, unrelenting spike of carnal need. Then the creature's giant nipple was ripped from his mouth, and in almost the same instant she dropped her weight atop his hips.

 

Squatting above him with her clawed feet and muscular legs braced on either side, the strange bitch-beast-being drove herself viciously down onto Fuller�s hard hot spike, impaling her hungry cunt and bringing a scream of pleasure from predator and prey alike. Seizing him by the shoulders then, talons sinking deep into the meat of his body, she anchored him with her strong arms and began copulating with animal intensity.

 

Pinned to the stone by her hulking form, Fuller could only lie there, feeling the pressure of his induced arousal build as she tirelessly worked herself against him. Her impossibly tight, slippery vagina was like a compressive sheath, a relentlessly stropping friction constantly honing the edge of his need. Sharp pains radiated through his body from where her claws gripped him, but in his exalted state that piercing sensation only stoked his burning lust even more. Just above him, the massive, heavy globes of those four womanly breasts rode the big cage of her ribs like huge fruit, bouncing before his eyes in a glorious spectacle. But despite this compelling sight Fuller was rarely able to tear his gaze from that even more amazing face.

 

A burning red glimmer had formed deep the being�s eyes, and it strengthened with every lunge of her remorsefully fucking body. Her hissing respiration quickened, and as her panting jaws dropped open a long, pointed tongue began slipping out between those protruding fangs. Still she continued to pump mindlessly away, her pistoning hips driving them headlong on toward whatever incredible climax she had in mind.

 

In truth, it wasn�t long in coming. It only seemed that way. After an insane interval marked only by the growth of that eerie ocular fire and the ever-increasing pace of her rhythm, the creature�s terrifying eyes soon blazed with a savage red fire, and suddenly she reared back and gave an unearthly, blood-freezing scream of hunger and consummation. Nearly quicker than the eye could follow, her jaws gaped open, impossibly wide, and her lips skinned back from shining teeth grown incredibly long and sharp. Her head darted down, striking like a snake, and suddenly those sharp fangs were sunk deep into Fuller�s neck, near where it joined the shoulder. Slashing saber teeth ripped him open, and her mouth fastened greedily on the wound, sucking.

 

Fuller's terror finally seemed to detonate, and he screamed shrilly, thrashing against his bonds. Perversely, his mounting, unholy lust at last boiled over as well, erupting from his pounding cock in an unbearably intense convulsion just as she battened on his neck.

 

He struggled uselessly, in a mindless, ecstatic paroxysm, his spasming cock spitting load after load of his thick, sticky come deep into the clutching, muscular cunt of the creature. Her cooze seemed to be actually pulling on him by itself, milking him of his seed, and on and on he screamed, in terror, in pain, in blinding, unbelievable pleasure. Those long, sharp teeth and powerfully sucking lips felt unbelievably erotic against his neck, and Fuller experienced an incredibly orgasmic draining sensation from both his ravaged throat and his churning, hotly burning groin. Uncontrollable shudders wracked his form, and he gasped and twitched there helplessly as she fed. Gradually his struggles weakened though, and she was still at it, sucking, slurping, swallowing, grunting and giving low, eager whines of pleasure when the last darkness finally crept over him.