Chapter 13 - Resolution of the Ensnared


"Is this shack safe?" Fatsani asked, the group following Mivri to a wooden cabin next to a small stream.

"Medicine." The native replied and pointed at the pale Marcus being carried by Bonnie and Noriyo. "Help him. Save him."

"Then come on!" Bonnie shouted, the girls barely managing to help the heavy man stay on his feet. Marcus had been slipping in and out of consciousness for the past several hours. His bullet wound was covered in a blood-soaked wrapping of cloth donated by the topless Bonnie and Meiko and though the bleeding had lessened, the mulatto greek still needed medical help. If Meili weren't still being fertilized and soiled in the bowels of a carnivorous flower, she could have helped Marcus. But without her, the girls would have to do the best with what little they had.

They climbed up a set of old, but sturdy wooden stairs and stepped onto a porch with a few chairs and a table decorated with a worn-out stack of papers. Fatsani peered in through a dirty window and wiped off the glass for a better look. "No one's inside. Who made this place?"

"Cabin here long before I Mivri born." The native answered in broken english. "Elders say outsiders came when elders young. Felled trees, made home from the trees and made own tribe in home. But outsiders not respect the Land and the Land...took them."

"Like it took the others...took Meiko." Noriyo sadly added, Mivri slowly opening the door and seeing a long abandoned dwelling inside. The japanese girl was amazed that there was so much furniture, books, cabins and sheets left within the dusty shack. "Did your people never come here?"

"Some did, but we take nothing." Mivri explained. "Many tribes believe this shack is cursed. My tribe knows this not true, but we avoid it out of respect for the dead. Elders say one of outsiders was a medicine healer, used fruits of the Land to make healing juice to cure the sick and dying. Some try to do the same, all of them fail. None understood the healer's writing or symbols."

"Where are we?" Marcus weakly asked, awakening again as the girls found a couch to lay him down on. "Did I ever tell you...your face is really cute Bonnie?"

The redhead tearfully smiled down at Marcus. "You're just saying that cause you like my tuss."

"Why not both? I'd say your face gets me up...but I've lost too much blood for that." Marcus weakly laughed despite his pain. "What a big mess...we should've left when we had the chance. This whole trip was a disaster...and there was no dragon..."

"Kukulkan real." Mivri asserted. "I have seen him. You will know he is real when you see him yourselves. But now, you must rest."

"Do I have a choice?" Marcus quipped, the girls giggling and their spirits raising. The next hour was spent exploring the surprisingly spacious cabin. It had been built for a long-term occupation with canned food, water and vintage wine stocked in a sealed ice box. The dressers had some clothes in them as well, clothes with the girls eagerly threw off their torn, dirty and ripped rags to change into. The clothes had holes in them as well, some were very tattered from cloth moths or had bite shaped rips in them. But no one was going to be picky, anything was better than what they had on before.

They also found a small room with a projector and a small pile of film reels. A table with maps of this and other sections of the Amazon and journals written by the people who made this place.

Fatsani sat amazed, reading the journals of a black american named late director Hazel Mays. According to the journals of Mays and his crew, Hazel left his factory job to become a filmmaker. But racism and discrimination prevented anyone from hiring him for anything other than menial jobs. Disgusted and fed up, Mays left the United States to make a film in Brazil that would blow away the American Film Industry. Unfortunately, his ship floundered and Mays was stranded in the Rainforest with no way to reach civilization.

"Man gets stranded in the jungle and decides to make a movie about it." Fatsani laughed approvingly, reading through his journal and reading of all of the struggles to survive. The crew had managed to survive for ten years before the last entries abruptly ended. No one could find any trace of a skeleton or a body, there were no signs of struggle or conflict either. It was as though Mays and the crew left the cabin and never returned.

"He must have been going to film a scene and..." Zaida didn't finish the thought, it was clear that this jungle did not discriminate between its victims. Here, man was no less fit to be food than any other creature in this thick jungle land. "Maybe their films will tell us more."

"Alright...let's watch them." Rose quietly agreed, the girls going over to the film reels to find the earliest dated movie. Maybe learning their story would help them the girls figure out how to survive their own.

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"What do you think?" The peppy Saga asked, showing off the yellow mini-dress she had found and spun to move its flowery skirt.

"It looks great Saga." Bonnie replied, looking down at her sleeveless blouse and slit skirt. A garter belt hug her hips to keep her thigh-high stockings in place.  "What about this outfit?"

"I like it." Saga answered eagerly and then frowned. "Are we going to get out of here?"

"Of course we will." Noriyo replied, having replaced her skirt with cargo shorts and put a vest over her uniform. She set a map on the nearby table and pointed to their location. "We can follow this path back to the river and our boat. Then we'll sail back to port and-"

"With those bastards out there? They won't just let us leave." Bonnie rebuked. "Besides, we still need to find the dragon and-"

"Fuck the dragon!" Noriyo shouted, scaring Saga who slowly stepped out the room. Noriyo walked right up to Bonnie and pressed her chest against the redhead's bosom to get her attention. "Do you understand what has happened to us? No one ever believed the dragon existed! You sure as hell didn't! Now you want to risk our lives looking for a myth!?"

"That was before I talked to Mivri." Bonnie answered, the native currently tending to Marcus in the other room. "Her people believe in something called Kukalkan. I doubt it's a sun god, but its definitely a lizard. Maybe that's our dragon!"

"Or maybe it's just another animal that eats people!" Noriyo countered, trying to talk sense into the stubborn redhead. "There are also tribes that believe giant snakes are some god named Sucuriju! They sacrifice people to the snake hoping that the "controller and creator" of the Rivers will bless them! How do you know that this Draco Clan Mivri's taking us to won't feed us to some overgrown freak of nature?"

"I don't know, maybe Kukalkan isn't a dragon. But we owe it to Vali, Liza, Galina and Meiko to find out!" Bonnie declared. "And if Kukalkan is our dragon, we'll use the old crap here to get proof that it's real! We'll show the world, get rich and donate our profits to the family and loved ones of everyone who died!"

"That's only if we even survive! Forget finding the dragon! We're the only ones left...Marcus almost died if not for Mivri and this old cabin!" Noriyo pleaded with the shaking redhead. "And what about Fatsani, Saga, and Rose? Getting rich won't bring back their friends-"

"But we can avenge them." Bonnie suggested, shocking Noriyo even further. "We can use the jungle...pick em off one by one or use the map to lure them into a trap. Let the jungle take em out while we piss in their mouths."

Noriyo said nothing, looking at the old map on the table and stuck between uncertainty and a desire for justice. 

Sensing this, Bonnie pressed the japanese girl. "Meiko would still be with us if not for those smugglers. Maybe even Galina, Vali and Liza too. They won't stop hunting us till we're their cum buckets. THEY MADE ME A COCK TOILET! I was sinking in quicksand and that fucker shoved his cock down my throat...his cum was nasty...I still taste it there. And they'll do worst to us if they catch us now that we've taken away their cargo."

"We're too deep in this mess to pull out now." Bonnie finished as Noriyo took up Meiko's sword. "If we let them win...she died for nothing. If we run now, everyone died for nothing. I don't to live the rest of my life with that on my conscious. I'll be happy if we don't find the dragon, as long as those fuckers get sent to hell where they belong. What about you?"

"We will need bullets." Meiko commented with a resolved glare. "As many as we can find. We will need Mivri too. And...we'll need Marcus."

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"You like this, don't you whore?" Binyamin gasped happily, plugging his cock in a native girl's pussy, holding her hips as he slammed her onto his erect meat pole. The bronze skinned girl was only half conscious, the drugs in her system accentuating her arousal and causing her to moan lewdly despite her defloration. The arab licked her brown nipples, enjoying the taste of her soft bosom and molesting her sensitive armpits. Her arms tied above her to the tree branch, the girl was helpless to the smuggler's hunger.

Nearby, Shamira had been laid with her back to Limbani as Chibuxo laid on top of her, both slamming their cocks into her cunt in alternating hard pistons. The observing Garforth could barely see her white ass between the two black men on and below her. Though he could imagine many white surpremists would be infuriated at the sight of two black men fucking this white woman. The sucked and fondled her gigantic tits, suckling her pink nipples so hard that Garforth thought they were trying to pull the pink nips off.

Everything must come to an end and soon, Binyamin was climaxing inside of the native girl. Cum gushed out from around his plugged cock, the girl finding her peak as she bent her spine and gave a soundless cry. Her arms flexed against the rope holding them over her head, legs locked tightly around the arab's waist as he emptied his seed into her open womb. 

"He did his best I'm sure." Garforth chuckled, looking over to where Chixuxo and Limbani were coming close to their own orgasm. His whore of an employer was lost in another climax, unable to hide how those massive cocks within her pleasured and excited her. She saw the africans as less than dirt, toys to be played with and then disposed of. Letting them sexually dominate her was just another way for her to objectify them and make them easier tools for her control.

The brutes weren't stupid, Garforth knew that for certain. But they were happy to fuck this woman and do her bidding as long as they were paid in cash or ass. The africans trembled when climax hit them and Shamira cooed when they gripped onto her and tightened their sandwich. Their cocks pulsed as shots of cum fired into the woman's snatch.

These twin acts of defilement and hedonism wasn't just done on primal thirst. Shamira theorized that the pheromones released in sex inadvertably attracted the wyrm's attention. Once the scent was picked up, the wyrm would come to them and Garforth would shoot the creature with a tranquilizer dart. 

A plan that was working as Garforth saw a hint of pink emerge from the ground. "Binyaman...we have movement!" The arab panted and pulled out of the girl in a hurry. He ran for the bushes and ducked down, turning back to see if the wyrm had caught the bait. As the Wyrm looked upon the native with cum streaming from her gaping snatch, Shamira and the enforcers had parted and moved to the bushes next to Garforth. The hunter smelt the stench of their sexual act and just breathed it in.

"Just as planned." Shamira said greedily, watching the Wyrm slowly coil up around the native. "What are you waiting for? Shoot it!"

"Not yet." Garforth's rifle was already loaded, waiting for the best moment to fire the dart at the occupied wyrm. The wyrm squeezed the writhing girl, rolling its pink loops over her brown body to secure her from escape. In its prodding, the rope above the girl snapped, letting the native fall into the wyrm's grasp where it attached its sucker to the girl's left breast. "Now comes patience."

The helpless girl writhed and screamed, her aroused body reacting to the pulsing suctions upon her tit. Her breast was squeezed within the worm's mouth, molded and kneaded by internal taste buds that savored the soft mound. Despite being presented as an offering, the wyrm left little to chance. It used the woman's own primal urges against her, her body exhausting itself from the orgasms given by the worm's prodding and squeezing.

Satisfied, the wyrm moved its head down to the girl's feet and opened it sucker to take them into its maw. The traffickers watched with widened eyes, seeing how the worm's body expanded over her legs as they were swallowed. The worm's body rest on the side with only a lazy coil kept around the girl's thorax, holding her steady for when her thighs were gobbled down.

"Let it enjoy its dinner." Garforth said eagerly, watching the wyrm suck in the girl's hips and move up over her flat and trimmed belly. The girl was still climaxing, the drugs in her blood leaving her body unable to realize it was being devoured. Her flight or fight instincts were gone, replaced by a pleasurable fog that left her senses confused. She called out with a lewd smile, the worm's sucker reaching and massaging her breasts as they were consumed. The long worm was gorging itself on the girl, uncaring of how its body was bulging with an opaque outline of the fair lady's form.

"Right after it finishes her." Garforth said smiling, watching the wyrm suck down the girl's head and slurp down her arms with ease. The wyrm's internal muscles moved the girl further down its vermicular form, the wyrm sealing its sucker after letting a trail of thick white goo drip down its body. This was when Garforth found his moment and fired.

The tranquilizer dart penetrated the worm's hide at the head, the wyrm reeling at the sudden hit and then springing into the overgrowth as Garforth hit the worm's body with another dart. The third and fourth darts missed their mark, the wyrm burrowing itself into the ground to escape another day.

"Damn it!" Shamira roared out, too angry to put her clothing back on. She watched the red leech slither into the soil, carrying the struggling form of the poor native girl in its swollen body. "What happened Garforth! You said that dart would put a grown elephant down!"

"I hit it." Garforth said confidently and smiled despite their failure. "The wyrm's body is highly resistant to the sedatives. But not for long, I've seen this before. It will need time to fully fight off the toxin...if we can find it and harass it, its body will become too tired to fight off the sedative."

"I knew there was a reason I hired you." Shamira tried to kiss the hunter, but he weaved away. She shrugged and smirked deviously, trails of cum still lining her tongue and lips. "After the wyrm boys! When we catch that Leech, we'll all be rich!"

The hunter cracked his knuckles, sensing the desperation in the nude Israeli. She didn't just want to capture the Wyrm, she needed to capture it. This was as much a hunt for riches as it was a last ditch attempt to salvage an utterly failed operation. Not that Crump faulted his employer, his neck was on the line as much as her's was.

He would rather not lose it if he could help it.