Chapter 12 - Bear Necessities and Propagation

"Where did you find this cock-sucker." The thin Gred had a hand on Bonnie's head, pushing her head back and forth with his cock shoved down her throat. The other hand was holding his rifle, keeping it pointed at the snarling Marcus.. The loaded rifle kept the angry man at bay as the smuggler face-fucked the redhead. Her legs were stuck in mud, her body slowly sinking into a pool of unstable silt.

"Lower the gun and I'll show you." Marcus threatened, his eyes going from the armed man to the girl deep-throating him. The air was filled with the sound of slurping and gagging, the tearful girl sinking up to her thighs despite her attempts to hold still. The bastard was thrusting his hips, forcing his prick into her mouth rapidly and smacking his gonads on her chest. It was a humiliating experience, the man didn't give a damn about her at all. He only cared to satiate his own perverse lust, venting his frustrations at the poor girl whose crotch was vanishing under the mud.

"Stay there nigger and keep quiet or I'll blow her head off." Gred warned and gestured to the native who was already up to her waist in the soft mud. Mivri had refused to suck off the smuggler and was thrown into the quicksand. The mumbling girl was holding as still as possible, attempting to halt the speed of her descent into the pool. She looked on, watching Bonnie suck off this thin brute to try and save Mivri's life.

Though both Mivri and Marcus knew that Gred had no intention of saving the sinking native.

"Throat fucking my woman won't get back your cargo!" Marcus shouted and fell down when he was shot in his side. Bonnie gave a muffled scream and Gred quieted her by shoving his dick further down her throat. She gagged and wept, the mud creeping up on her stomach and pooling into her navel. She didn't know what felt worst, her powerlessness as Marcus bled, the mud swallowing her waspish waist in a cool embrace or the pole of meat that was sliding into her mouth.

"I told him to shut up." Gred came into the redhead's mouth, forcing her to ingest his cum with her eyes on the man holding the bleeding wound in his abdomen. Just as he pulled his large prick out of her coughing mouth, Gred reacted and pointed his gun at a sight that made him smile. "What do you know? Deep throating your bitch brought my cargo to me."

Fatsani froze like a deer in the headlights, her companions arriving too late to realize that they were entering the crosshairs of the man they'd been trying to avoid. Zaida and Noriyo were helping along Rose and Saga, the two girls too weak to move on their own and both now screaming at the sight of Gred.

"Miss me already, sluts?" The smuggler laughed, walking away from the sinking redhead and pointing his gun at the girls. "Arab! Get over here and apologize."

"Or what? You'll kill us?" Fatsani defiantly stated, not wanting to give in to any of this man's terms. "You need us alive, asshole. You've got nothing to threaten us with!" She wasn't wrong, the smugglers consider her and her fellow runaways cargo. As cruel as they were, Fatsani figured they were too stupid to risk losing anymore profit than they already had.

Gred laughed, gesturing to the native and the redhead trapped in the thick mud. "In a few minutes, they'll be drowning in mud. You try to save them, I'll hurt you. I don't have to kill you, just hit you or shoot somewhere that'll hurt, but it won't kill you. I'll let you save those bitches though, if the sand bitch apologies with those tits of her's. Otherwise, you can stand there and watch them die." The black bitch was right, he couldn't afford to kill any of them. But he hoped they were too emotional to leave two strangers to die.

"I'll do it!" Noriyo was already tearing off her shirt, not wanting to lose another friend to this jungle. "I'll service you-"

"You're as flat as board! I'd fuck you and call it even, but I wouldn't stop at just you." As much as Gred wanted to fuck the japanese girl, it would make him vulnerable. He'd already lowered his guard twice already, he wouldn't make the same mistake. "I'll settle for a tit-job, get over here Arab."

"My name is Zaida bint Zahir ibn Khasim Al-Haddin!" Zaida declared and marched towards the smirking eastern european. She got on her knees, turning back to the others as she pulled down her tube top. "Save them!"

Fatsani grit her teeth, but nodded and set Rose against a tree with Saga set next to her by Noriyo. The two girls quickly got out rope, Fatsani holding it as Noriyo grabbed one end and entered the pool towards Mivri as she was furthest out. As Bonnie moved towards the rope, Gred stood and watched the arab beauty pull down her tube top, her large tits bouncing into his sight as they were released. The arab beauty wasted no time, wrapping her brown breasts around his pale pole and making Gred gasp happily.

"That's right princess, work the shaft. Just like that." Zaida looked down with tears in her eyes, moving her breasts up and down along the cock's length. Pre-cum leaked onto her dark dusky skin, her nipples stiffening from the stimulation. Gred used one hand to fondle and press on her tits, the other keeping his rifle steady to keep the women from doing anything stupid. Marcus laid still, keeping a hand on his wound to keep it from spilling out anymore blood than it already was.

Mivri was barely holding her head out of the mud when Noriyo reached her. With muddy hands, she clung to the rope as Noriyo wrapped any arm wound her submerged chest to pull her up to her shoulders. Bonnie held onto the rope with both arms, struggling to keep the quicksand from slurping down any more of her bosom than it already had. Fatsani tied the rope around a tree and moved to the pit. Sinking up to her crotch in mere seconds, Fatsani pulled to try and reign in the other girls. Rose and Saga holding onto the rope behind her, it was a slow struggle as every inch felt like a dragging battle, the mud clinging to the three beauties as though it wanted to swallow them down.

When Bonnie and Mivri were finally pulled from the mud, Gred was spilling a white load onto Zaida's body. She stayed on her knees, trying to take the shower with as much dignity as she could manage. Gred called out, satisfied from the breasts that milked his ejaculating prick and enjoying some sexual release after days of searching.

"You're going to make some old bastard very happy." Gred laughed, smacking his half-hard dick on Zaida's face, squirting a shot of semen into her mouth which she bent down to spit out. Her turned to the muddy and exhausted girls and laughed, pointing his gun in their direction as she singled out Noriyo. "You got my friend killed you Asian whore. Maybe you should apologize with your cunt after all."

"That wasn't the deal-"

"I'm changing the deal!" Gred shouted at the mud-covered Fatsani. "Now get over her Jap or I'll fuck this Arab! What the buyer doesn't know won't hurt him-" Just then, Gred jumped and saw two small furry creatures run into the area. They were chasing a mongoose who nipped at their feet and led them around a panicked Gred.

"Tavi!" Mivri screamed out, watching her mongoose run into a tree and narrowly avoid a shot from Gred. "Leave him! Please!"

"Fucking ferret! I was in a good mood!" Distracted by the excited cubs, Gred didn't see Zaida swiftly run back to the group. Bonnie ran to Marcus, grabbing his arms and slowly dragging him along the dirt away from the hunter. "Here's a present for you!" Gred fired his rifle again, nicking a cub in his paw and causing it to cry out in fright and pain.

Gred laughed when the other cub climbed into a tree and started crying out. "Stay right there, you'll be dinner tonight."

"Leave them be!" Mivri called out again. "You are upsetting them! They have done nothing to you!"

"You're a quick study for a savage." Gred reasoned, his gun pointing towards the girls as they crowded together. "You'd fetch a great price...your buyer would teach you to refine your broken english too."

"Ah...there's a-" Fatsani put a hand over Saga's mouth, keeping the swede from warning the gunman about the massive beast creeping up behind him. 

"Oh! You're going to use the oldest trick in the book?" Gred laughed, shaking his head in disbelief as a huge predator stood up on its hind legs with claws ready to strike. "Alright! I'll play along! I'll look over here and see-" He looked back at a wall of fur, pulling back his head, he stared into the eyes of an angry mother bear with an open mouth filled with teeth.

"Mr. Gred, meet Mother Bear." Fatsani quipped, smiling as the bear slammed its body down on the human. It roared and growl, raking its claw across the man's back and causing to throw away his rifle. Gred saw his mistake and tried to crawl to the rifle, but Zaida pushed it away from his grasp with her foot, looking down at him as he was dragged back towards the bear. The beast sank its jaw into Gred's stomach, tearing it open and ripping out flesh as the man screamed. 

Tavi perched onto Mivri's shoulder, looking upon its handiwork with indifferent satisfaction. The intelligent mongoose figured that the cubs mother would be nearby and had chased the cubs here hoping that the mother would follow. Said cubs were bounding towards the sight of the massacre, jaws happy and hungry, waiting for their mother to signal them to start eating.

"The Bear Necessities of Life and Death." Marcus laughed despite his pain, the group slowly advancing away as a crying Gred was torn apart by the bear and her cubs.

XXXX

“That was Gred...” Crump listened to the man scream from afar. Mixed with the man's shrill calls were ursine roars. “Guess he's dead too.”

“We'll be finding pieces of him as well?” Chibuxo joked, hauling out a torn piece of Morkin's leg. “The hunters of my home would not be so sloppy. Nothing would be wasted.”

“That leg won't go to waste. Hence the ants.” Crump noted boredly, Chibuxo dropped the piece of flesh and watched a grouping of ants tear it apart. “One hunter's leftovers are another scavengers' dinner.”

“Well fuck!” Shamira cursed, squatting in frustration as she pondered their situation. “We've lost all of our cargo...half of the crew is dead...and we're in the no man's lands of the Amazon.”

“To be fair, you did kill Hoskins-” Binyamin was slapped by Shamira's pistol before he finished. He grabbed his bleeding nose in frustration. “Am I wrong?”

“Shut it!” Shamira shouted and turned to Sir Garforth as he wiped off his rifle. “How long till we can get a trail on those bitches?”

“Bloody hornets threw me off...and their pheromones would distort the trail we were on.” Crump admitted. “The rain isn't helping matters either. I could get back on track in two days...maybe three. But I've been thinking...”

“Go on.” Shamira sat down next to the poacher.

“We should cut our loses and get out of this hell hole.” Crump advised. “I have no idea why anyone would pick this place as a drop-off point. The girls should have been dropped off in the Caribbean or further north. Out here? They're likely to get killed by the natives or the fauna, get sick and die, or run off and we'd never find them. We stay here any longer, our parts will be floating down the river.”

Shamira nodded and then grabbed the hunter's face. “If this were any other expedition, I would agree. But we cannot afford to leave here empty handed. My employers will make us wish we were dead if we come to them with nothing.”

"If you come to them with nothing." Garforth corrected, not lowering Shamira's frustrations in the slightest. "Way I see it, your employers will kill me, the Arab and the Africans. You? You'll be their personal cock-sheath and they'll whore you around the world to make up for all of their money that you lost."

Shamira pushed away the hunter, kicking a twig and cursing in several languages. "We have to find those sluts. We cannot leave empty-handed. I can't go back to them empty-handed."

Crump signed, knowing that despite how much worst it would be for the frustrated woman, he wouldn't die painlessly either. “What if we come to them something worth their while?”

Shamira looked towards the African enforcers. “That giant worm from before...it eat an anaconda whole. Nothing like it has ever been seen or documented.”

“So we're going to capture a wyrm?” Crump inquired. “How do we attract it? How do we trap it?”

Licking her lips, Shamira stretched out her arms above her head. She drank in the glance that the hunter gave her alluring body and ample chest. “How I'm getting your attention now.”

XXXX

Under the jungle floor, the King Leech squirmed and squeezed through a tunnel of moist dirt. It's red coils emerged into a light-less den covered in discarded flesh and decorated with silk webbing. Within the webs were elongated sacs, dried now from years of disuse. Other sacs were liquidated and moist, the humans within them struggling and thrashing. Muffled moans and screams escaped from inside of them, the unfortunate girls doomed to the Wyrm's intentions. The wyrm heaved up its head, its body bulging from the forms that were being pushed up through it. The Wyrm was far from finished from hunting, but years of experience and many more of evolution had created a surefire way to keep from starving.

Multiple filled paunches were spewed from the wyrm's mouth, one by one falling onto the floor. The girls inside of them squirmed and screamed, unable to know of the change in their environment. The wyrm took greater effort to expel the sacks containing the deceased anacondas from before, but they fell to the floor as well. The Wyrm took the first sac and used stiffed liquid to pull the sac into a web. The silk threads wrapped around the paunch, containing the form of the sac trapped within.

The second sac was likewise trapped, but the Wyrm reached its tail into the sac. It wrapped around a struggling form and pulled out a nude and gasping Viveka. In a desperate attempt to escape its doom, the snake had regurgitated the Swedish teen. She coughed and gasped, white cream spraying from her mouth and from her wet pussy. Before she could say anything or even try to find some light in this dark place, the wyrm tightened its grip on her body to hold her in place. The worm reached into another sac, pulling out Vivi's sister Ella and placing her into a web where the treads held her in place. 

Viveka was put into the web next to her, unable to see or recognize her own sister in the darkness around them. All they could do was breath and weakly fight the webbing upon their skin. They heard the movement of the wyrm, listening as it stored the sacs of captured beauties along the walls of its den. Two snakes, Vali, Larissa and Nichoni were in those sacs. After the hunting frenzy was concluded, the wyrm would return here and consume the girls again. When they were digested within months of its long rest, other victims stored in these webs would be gobbled as well.

However, the Wyrm had a different fate in mind for Vivika and Ella. The tip of it's tail opened, a long ridged pink shaft emerged, engorged and throbbing with blood. White fluid spilled from the head, internal gonads sending streams of spermatozoa through the shaft in preparation for reproduction. The massive organ retracted into the tail briefly, letting the tail consume and swallow Vivi's legs. The blond felt something swallow down her thighs and stretch over her hips, she screamed and panicked.

The screaming of her sister alerted Ella to her sister's presence. Her eyes attuning slightly to the pitch blackness, Ella could see her sister crying out. The worm's tail had sheathed most of her sister's body into its elastic form. She screamed out in that dark pocket, arms restrained in the webs as her body was pulled into the tightening grip of the wyrm's tail. Ella saw her sister gasp, the girl shocked by the large insertion invading her clit and forcing itself directly into their womb. The tail squeezed the swede teen, wringing her nubile body and covering and filling her with the wyrm's seed.

When it finally receded from Vivi, the girl was unresponsive. Multiple unwanted orgasms had brought her to a gibbering wreck, her belly filled and bulged taut from the seed that overfilled her uterus. Even now, countless billions of sperm were overwhelming her ovaries, fertilizing her eggs and beginning their transformation into eggs for a future generation of Red Kings. The tail consumed Ella's lower body next, causing her to scream out as she too was fertilized by the Scarlet Leech. There was no perversion behind the torment of Ella's insemination, the wyrm only acted on the instinct to preserve its species.

For if it were to perish, the future young within these girls would carry on its legacy.