The Spicy Tales of Peril Group presents…
The Perils of Lianni
By Dana Bowman, Jeb, and Jeanne Thorne
Chapter the Sixth
Jeanne-Marie felt like a turtle on its back as she attempted to roll over, grunting into the gag. The constricting web of woven cords afforded her virtually no leverage, but damn it, she had to get off her injured shoulder, which was the worst of her aches and pains, especially after bearing the weight of her balled-up body. Silently she cursed herself for not asking Jeb to turn her over when she had the chance, but his appearance had been nothing short of shocking.
He's alive!
Jeanne growled and bit down hard on the leather between her teeth, pitching her body to the right. This time she managed to roll a few inches before falling back onto her shoulder. Pain lanced through her shoulder and arm and she let out an audible "MMPPH!" She lay still for a moment, dirt from the floor caking on her skin from the sweat of her exertions.
Of course he's alive. The resourceful bastard is harder to kill than a rogue oliphaunt. And you all but kissed his feet when you saw him, you weak slattern! If Jeanne could have moved anything but her fingers, she would have slapped herself. Once again your arse is in the fire and he's come to pull you out. And for that you whimpered like a child and begged him to comfort you, to kiss you!
Jeanne's rage at herself grew white-hot and she snarled into her gag as she thrashed in her bonds. Suddenly the dark hut spun crazily and she blinked at the opposite wall, a soft glow of firelight limning the chinks between the bamboo. I did it. I turned over. She marveled at her tiny victory, the new pain in her right hip and shoulder positively joyous compared to that on her other side. But only for a moment, as a new awareness crept in.
I'm being watched.
She scanned the wall of the tiny hut inch by inch until she saw it. A wider gap than the rest, filled with a barely visible line of dark skin and a single eye peeking through, watching her. She could not tell who the voyeur was, but she had a sneaking suspicion. She would have smiled if she could have, with the leather strap cutting into the corners of her mouth.
Zaba. So my proud young stud comes to call. Perhaps for another glimpse of what your Golden Goddess denies you?
The position into which she had been bound was cruel and unyielding, but Jeanne began to make the most of it, slowly squirming in her bonds, lifting her feet to inch or two she was able, playing the bound damsel to the hilt. She closed her eyes and let her head fall back with a loud, muffled moan that might have been distress... or something else:
"MMMMMMNNNNNGGGGHHH!"
It was a sound she knew well, having wrung it from the full lips and alabaster throat of Dona Angela -- the plaintive wail of the captive lady fair, the sound of the woman you wanted to rescue and possess, all at the same time.
Jeanne opened her eyes again and looked straight at her observer. A moment, and then he was gone.
Bound, gagged, and in terrible pain, the pirate queen nonetheless purred low in her throat. Ah, Lianni... poor little jungle girl. Tomorrow I will challenge you to your tribal contest, and I will win, and you will be mine. And in the meantime, that fine young cockerel you asked so tenderly to rape my mouth is going to be thinking of every time you denied him yours.
Jeanne lay her head back down on the dirt floor, her dark eyes gleaming with the promise of revenge. Sleep well, o goddess. By this time tomorrow, you won't have a friend in the world...
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The golden-maned girl stood over the tightly bound brunette lying face down on the floor of the hut. She stood for a long time, silently, listening to her heartbeat and the occasional soft, delirious moan that emanated from parched lips and dry throat. Lianni almost, but not quite, felt a twinge of sympathy for the young beauty. She had lain here all day, her wrists bound behind her and her ankles surrounded by rough hessian...completely helpless. Lianni had expected cries of surrender, pleas for mercy, but the hut had remained quiet. Jeanne-Marie seemed to have crossed over into the twilight world that revealed itself when pain became so all pervasive that the mind began to create its own defenses.
The Macumba goddess knelt and touched the pirate's shoulder. Jeanne-Marie stirred slightly but was barely aware of the presence in the hut of someone else. After a moment's hesitation, Lianni began to untie the brutally restricted wrists, and heard the sudden gasp of agony as the circulation began to return to the dark haired captive. Lianni pulled her body over onto her back, slid her left arm under the girl's shoulder blades and lifted her head and shoulders. In the darkness, Jeanne-Marie moaned, and her eyes fluttered open, unseeing in the darkness. The Jungle Girl lifted a bowl to the dried and cracked lips and murmured, "Drink..."
The touch of the cool water instantly revived Jeanne-Marie's senses....water! She must have it...must! And her luscious mouth opened and greedily drank. Her lush bosom heaved, her shoulders shook convulsively. As much water as entered her gullet was lost to splash across her chest...her mind could think of nothing except the blessed relief the sweet, cool liquid brought.
Lianni cradled her in her arm like a helpless child, smiling down at the beaten and exhausted girl whose exotic beauty so aroused and disturbed her. After a minute, Lianni said softly, "Enough...", and moved the bowl away from the now glistening lips...lips that the blonde had a sudden desire to possess and invade. As Jeanne -Marie coughed weakly, Lianni set the bowl down and moved her free hand to the wet, heaving breasts below her, and began to gently knead them, the feel of the solid, smooth globes causing her belly to stir...
She heard the beautiful brunette moan softly and stir beneath her hand. For a moment, she thought the pirate was responding to her touch, and perhaps in her delirious haze, she was. But then a hand came up slowly and weakly splayed across Liani's chest, trying ineffectually to push the blonde girl away. "....heathen....savage...", Lianni heard gasped in the darkness, and her mouth set into a mirthless smile.
"Still defiant, after everything..." Lianni murmured. She lowered her head and pressed her lips to those of the young prisoner, mashing them urgently, tasting the unique, arousing flavor of the fabulous dark haired woman, whose body arched and jerked as the unexpected kiss was imposed. "Mmmmmm!!!..." Jeanne-Marie's muffled, tortured protest was in itself exciting, and Liani’s right hand curled around the full breast that it possessed.
"UHH!!" With a sudden cry, the Jungle Girl pulled her head sharply back. She felt the familiar taste of blood...blood that trickled from her bottom lip which had been lacerated by Jeanne-Marie's teeth. Liani’s emotions were in turmoil....hatred and desire struggling for ascendancy as she looked down at the naked beauty still cradled in her left arm. The blonde slowly wiped the blood away, her eyes gleaming savagely. "I think of nothing now other than taming you for good and making you my personal slave", she breathed. "And soon, I will do just that." She didn't flinch as the spit hit her in the face, and maintained a cold, steady fury. Her arm strongly drew the severely weakened girl up, and thrust her left leg forward. She heard Jeanne-Marie's gasp as she bent the luscious body backwards in a sensual arc across her knee, and she looked down at the nude stretched helplessly before her, her arms and head and hair touching the floor, her body so vulnerable and inviting.
Lianni knew she could do anything she wanted to with the young woman now...yet the thought of taking her with her hands...fingers...and other objects she had at her disposal, whilst the beauty was so disabled, did not appeal to her Amazonian nature. Wild thoughts of overpowering and conquering this wondrous wildcat obsessed her now, so instead of using her hands to assuage her intense arousal, she gripped them together and with massive brutality, brought them driving down into the curved, straining belly beneath her.
She heard Jeanne Marie’s strangled cry, felt her naked body jerk in a spasm of erupting pain, then it was over, and the pirate queen’s body was still. With a heave, she sent the young woman toppling to the ground and stood, smiling coldly. After a long minute of studying the curved back, broad shoulders, long legs and lovely, rounded ass, she turned and walked from the hut. Zaba, the ever faithful Zaba, stood outside in the darkness. "Does the dark haired one submit to you, Lianni?"
Lianni smiled and shook her head. "No Zaba, not yet. She is too spirited to surrender so easily. But in time, she will learn..." She looked at the finely muscled warrior before her, and smiled again. "She needs tying again, Zaba...see to it. And Zaba...?"
"Yes, Golden One?"
“Tie her tightly...tie her very tightly...understand?" Whatever the limit of the vixen's strength, it would be tested in Liani’s time, and that time was coming ....coming soon.
Jeanne lay in the dirt, huddled in a fetal position and clutching her stomach, gasping out every curse she had learned from years in the company of pirates and slavers. In French, English, Spanish, Cantonese... she spat and swore at every god who'd ever drawn breath as she rode out the impact of Liani’s powerful fists into her gut.
But it was not simply Lianni who drew such invective, it was herself too. More specifically, it was her essence that had flowed warm and wet between Jeanne's thighs when the jungle goddess had squeezed her breast, kissed her deeply, communicated a lust and a longing that the pirate queen had answered with her own treacherous cunny. Lianni wanted to tame her, to enslave her, and in that one moment of heat she did. It had taken every ounce of Jeanne's considerable will to push her away, to break that all-consuming kiss, to crawl hand over hand from the abyss that had very nearly claimed her. The beating she had sustained, the violation of her mouth by the chieftain's massive cock, the torturous bondage she had lain in half the night, none of it came as close to breaking her as Liani’s kiss.
That's twice in one night you've gone to pieces for a kiss, she admonished herself bitterly. No one claims you. Do you hear me, Jeanne? Not Jeb, not Lianni. NO ONE!
Suddenly her vicious reverie was broken by the sound of Lianni speaking softly with Zaba in their incomprehensible language. Jeanne strained to make out what was being said, to no avail. But as the door to the hut opened and Zaba stood there, coils of the rough cord in his large hands, the content of the conversation was clear.
Jeanne groaned as she struggled to sit up. Zaba didn't move. She looked up at the young chieftain, the glow of the village fire through the slats of the hut's walls giving enough illumination to throw the landscape of his barely-clothed body in sharp relief. The broad chest, the rippling cut of his stomach, the corded muscles of his legs and arms, the sensual lines of his face, the gleam in his dark eyes. Jeanne's lips parted involuntarily as she took in the sight of him, and as her eyes traveled over him, she noticed that he was doing the same to her, with a noticeable reaction of his own...
Still, Zaba did not move in any other way, and for a long, electric moment, they stared at each other silently, a communication without words but transcending language passing between them. Once again, Jeanne felt her nethermost parts betray her.
Holding his eyes for another beat, Jeanne raised herself to her knees and crossed her wrists behind her back. She let her eyes drift to the ropes Zaba held, and the chieftain's eyes followed. He started forward, moving slowly, coming round behind her. Jeanne closed her eyes, and when she felt Zaba's hand grip her wrists, she let out an audible gasp.
Zaba began to wind the rope about her wrists, tightly, biting into her skin. Jeanne groaned softly. Tight. No doubt by your command, Lianni. I'll be sure to return the favor, you bitch.
The cord wound up her wrists, Zaba knotting it securely with deft fingers. Then he picked up another cord, bringing it around Jeanne's chest, pulling it taut beneath her breasts, lifting them slightly, forcing another sound from her lips. Zaba began to wind the cord about her chest and arms, welding her upper body into a single useless mass, forcing her breasts out between multiple loops of harsh hessian. Jeanne fought to breathe normally as her chest was constricted.
But there was something else... as Zaba wound the bonds about the pirate queen's chest, his long fingers would stray, brushing her skin as they adjusted the coils, now caressing the swell, now grazing her nipples which stood hard at attention. As Zaba tied off the upper-body bonds and lowered Jeanne onto her stomach, those hands slid over her hips, brushed slowly over her bare bottom, gripping her thighs. The chieftain began to wrap more cord about her thighs, the bonds digging into the soft flesh, his hands lingering. Jeanne began to moan softly and felt something else graze her skin.
Zaba wound rope about her thighs, then her calves just below the knee, and then her ankles. The cords were drawn painfully tight and all Jeanne could do was squirm in place. Finally Zaba drew Jeanne's ankles up behind her, bending her knees, and strung the free ends of her ankle bonds through the bonds trapping her wrists, forcing her into another bow. Not as strict as the one Lianni had placed her in earlier, but effective nonetheless -- Jeanne could not have moved anything but her head and fingers if it was doomsday. She groaned in her bonds and tossed her hair to look up at Zaba with wide, dark eyes.
The chieftain had picked up the discarded leather gag and was looking at it with something like sadness. As pained and constricted as she was, still Jeanne had to suppress a smile. The savage has compassion. How sweet. And foolish.
Jeanne maintained her card-playing face and when Zaba turned to her she held his eyes and opened her mouth, indicating that she was resigned to the last indignity. Zaba let out an almost inaudible sigh and crouched beside her, holding the leather strap out in both hands. But just as he was about to insert the thing, Jeanne closed her mouth and said the only two words of Macumba she knew, and the only two she cared about.
"Tanguin. Lianni."
Zaba's mouth dropped open and he stared at the captive pirate girl with a stunned expression. "Tanguin...?"
Jeanne nodded, her eyes dark and deadly. "Tanguin. Lianni. TANGUIN!"
Then she opened her mouth to receive the gag. Zaba hesitated, the implications of what the strange pale-skinned woman had just said stinging like a blow. Tanguin could not be ignored once it was declared. He could not pretend he had not heard it, nor could he fail to deliver it. The challenge was sacred, inviolable by anyone. Even the Goddess.
The young chieftain nodded slowly in resignation and pushed the strap deeply between Jeanne's teeth, securing it tightly behind her head. Jeanne gave a soft mmpphh and let her head drop.
A deeply troubled Zaba stood, staring down at the girl swathed in cord at his feet, then turned and left quickly to convey Jeanne's message to the Goddess...
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"Tanguin, Golden One". He said it simply, but the impact on Lianni could not have been more stunning. Her eyes widened in disbelief, and her smooth belly shuddered with her sharp intake of breath.
"How could she know?" she said softly, but Zaba merely shook his head.
"The hellion is not like other women. She survives all our efforts to tame her, and she knows more than is normal for someone of her age. The challenge has been made, Lianni...you have no option but to accept."
Lianni shook her head. "She's too weakened by the torture...too exhausted by the pain of the ropes. To fight her now would be pointless". Yet Lianni knew that that was exactly what she would have to do, and before this day had passed. The ancient right of Tanguin....the issue of a challenge to engage in unarmed combat....could, once issued, not be denied. The golden bodied beauty's mind was in turmoil. Simultaneously she craved the opportunity to again beat and humiliate the luscious young pirate, and detested the thought that the match would be uneven, thereby offending her warrior instincts.
But Zaba was right...there was no alternative available to her. At the rising of the moon tonight, Lianni and her rival would meet in the village centre, and by firelight would do battle, until one was beaten into submission. That was the law of the Macumbas, and as their queen, Lianni must uphold it.
She looked up at Zaba, once more thinking how handsome and virile he seemed. She knew he lusted after the tightly bound captive, and couldn't help but be annoyed that he should find a woman other than herself arousing. The thought set her heart hard, and she determined at that moment that Jeanne -Marie would suffer in the coming contest.
"There are many hours before the challenge must be satisfied,” she murmured softly. "Let her sleep, bound, for another 4, and then release her and see she is refreshed and given every attention. Tonight, the black haired devil will be finally tamed, Zaba."
The young chief nodded his understanding, and turned to leave, thoughts of the impending battle filling his mind with visions of the two savage beauties who now occupied his every waking moment. And there was a sense of foreboding that he felt as well....something that told him that the extraordinary girl, who now lay so helpless in the village hut, would not give in easily to his adored and powerful queen.