Kimberley of the Kongo 14

Kongo, Africa. Present day.

The sun began to set over the jungle, shadows of the surrounding trees growing longer and deeper as the day drew to a close. In one small clearing, deep within the darkest, oldest reaches of the jungle, it was not the calls of roosting birds but the screams of a young woman writhing in erotic torment that echoed through the branches. KIMBERLEY OF THE KONGO, the mighty jungle heroine was trapped within the clutches of a rare, ancient, evil plant that fed on the life force and sexual energy of any unwary females who came within the grasp of it’s lecherous vines, And in Kimberley it had caught a banquet, it’s suckers continuing to drain the sexual essence from her newly swollen breasts as it had done now for most of the day.

Kimberley was aware of little now but the constant torment of her erogenous zones by the vines that held her legs apart, her arms bound to her sides. They continued to pull her helpless nubile body down onto the firm, pollen coated stamen, which thrust deep within her most sensitive zone, teasing every nerve-ending, coating her innermost regions with the potent, orgasm-inducing pollen. Her body, drenched
and glistening with sweat, ravished beyond endurance, Kimberley could no longer think to struggle free of the vines, merely provide token resistance to the constantly increasing levels of arousal, desperately trying to suppress the next mind-blowing orgasm and hold onto what little of her sexual life force remained, but knowing deep down that her tormented body would betray her once more.

She could feel it growing again, as vines caressed the long curves of her inner thighs, circled the exposed curves of her now massive tits, the flowers pulling insistently at her over-aroused, rock-hard nipples, the thrust of the stamen within her over, and over and over...”NNNNNNNN!!!!!!”, she moaned, only just mastering the tidal wave of pleasure that threatened to burst within her vagina. But the plant was devious and well armed with weapons to break her resistance, and it held her just below the tipping point, teasing her, ravishing every naked curve until...”NNNNNUUNNNNGGGHH!!! NOOOOO!!!!! NNOOOOOO!!!! NOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!! AAAAAAAAAAAGGHHHHHHHHH!!!!!! AAAAAAAAGGGGHHHHHHH!!!!!!
AAAGGGGGGHHHHHHH!!!!!” Kimberley screamed as her will was broken once more and the torrent of arousal overwhelmed her, three massive orgasms causing her entire body to shake in the throes of indescribable sensation. She moaned softly as whilst the vines continued to ravish her, the flowers drained vast floods of sexual essence from her defenceless boobs.

Kimberley was exhausted by her incessant torment, dimly she was aware that she didn’t have much time, that the next few orgasms would finish her off completely. A brief spark of defiance flared within her; she could not let herself, the defender of the secret powers of the jungle, be raped to death by this evil monster. But the ancient plant, which had encountered Kimberley’s predecessors and vanquished them in much the same way, was ready for her, as more vines slipped within her vagina, adding their torment to the powerful thrusts of the stamen. Kimberley’s defiance crumbled under the sexual onslaught, and she was left once more to desperately suppress the inevitable, likely-fatal orgasm, knowing that now, it was simply a matter of time. "I will resist till the end" she thought bitterly, feeling her end growing within her ravished, naked body... “NOOOO!!!” she gasped, feeling the orgasm building, desperately trying to suppress it. “NNNNNGGGGHHH!!!!” she moaned, frightened and amazed at the levels
of arousal that plant could drive her to.

Once more she hovered on the brink, one slip in concentration, one more vine teasing her over-stimulated clit, she would fall....She was only dimly aware therefore of a tighting in the vines, of shouts at the edge of the clearing. She hung at the precipice of orgasm, but it seemed even the plant was distracted by something. She turned to see a young tribesman, machete in hand, swiping at the thrashing vines of the plant. A desperate hope flared within Kimberley; could this tribesman save her from the brink of orgasmic death? He dived and rolled out of the path of vines flung savagely at him, rising to slice yet more which had advanced to snare him. Kimberley began to struggle with renewed hope and a strength born
out of desperation. Yet even this wasn’t enough to snap the vines which bound her tight, and the plant continued to ravish it’s helpless victim.

“Strike for the root!” she cried to the tribesman, as he surged towards the plant’s stem. But the plant was wily, and as he advanced vines encircled the tribesman, too many for his machete to cleave, and his arms were pinned to his sides. Lifted off his feet, the vines tightened, crushing the heroic young man as he struggled to break free. Soon the machete fell from his grip as he struggled to breathe in the vice like grip of the vines, and with it dropped Kimberley’s flickering hope. “OOOOOOHHHHH!!!!” she cried as the plant
returned to molesting her helpless young body with renewed vigour, and it wasn’t long before she once again could feel the fatal orgasm about to explode within her. She turned to gaze one more time at the face of her would be rescuer, hanging not far from her in the grip of the vines. He turned his handsome face to gaze into her eyes. “I’m....Unnghh...sorry!” he gasped, and Kimberley felt a strange attraction to
this young hero, her mind filled with thoughts of his muscled torso, his handsome face...it proved her undoing, as sexual fantasies combined with the plant’s relentless sexual torments broke her will completely and the orgasmic wave was released.

“NNNGHGHHHHHOOOOOOOHHHH!!!!! NOOOOOOO!!!!! AAAAGGGGGHHHHH!!!!!! AAAAAAGGGGGHHHHH!!!!!! AAAAAGGGGGGHHHHHH!!!! AAAAAAAAAAAAAGGGHHHHH!!!!! AAAAAAAAAAGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!” Kimberley screamed, her body gripped in a tidal wave of sensual overload, her thighs stroked by the vines, her breasts groped by the flowers, sucking every last drop ofsexual essence from her nubile body, her groin throbbing with the final massive thrust of the plant’s stamen. As she rode the wave of relentless orgasm, the face of the tribesman filled her thoughts,
sending her over the edge with images of him ravishing her replacing the hideous images of the plant. Her end in sight, she embraced it, revelled now in the thoughts of her hero thrusting deep within her most secret region, tenderly stroking her aching breasts, savoured the overwhelming climax as all around her became dazzling light.....

However, as Kimberley’s body arched in the throes of the mighty climax,the tribesman desperately reached down to his belt, to the secret dagger he kept there. Whilst the plant feasted on the last exquisite drops of Kimberley’s orgasm, he used it’s distraction to slice upwards, snapping some of the vines. He bulged his muscles, snapping the rest, dropping to the floor, grasping the machete and before the plant could react driving it deep within it’s gnarled stem. An almost animal-like scream seemed to issue from the plant, mingling with Kimberley’s cries of passion. Desperately the tribesman struck again and again at the stem of the evil plant, it’s vines thrashing in its pain. Kimberley could feel its agony, even as she felt the last of her sexual essence ebb away as the orgasm subsided. But the tribesman was relentless, and as Kimberley’s last cries of orgasm echoed around the clearing, the plant crashed to the floor, it’s vines twitching before stopping altogether.

Fearfully, the tribesman rushed to the still bound form of the jungle heroine. He reached her, and savagely pulled the lecherous vines from her beautiful, lithe body. But no breath seemed to stir in her mighty chest. He felt her neck for a pulse, there was none. “NO!” he cried angrily. The mighty Kimberley of the Kongo could not fall this way. He had idolised her for some time now, marvelled at her mighty
deeds, as well as her stupendous beauty as she swung, topless through the jungle. Now here she lay, naked, seemingly lifeless. He reached down and gently placed a long, lingering kiss on her soft, still warm lips.....

To be continued.......