Chapter 0 - Jungle Visions

Despite the dangers of the timeless jungle, man has already made shelter where peril is their neighbor. One such shelter was a village with a fenced wall around its perimeter, the settlers already turning in for their afternoon supper. It was one of a few larger settlements loosely connected to others by a system of brave messengers and runners. However, more often each village and its people were responsible for their own affairs and fended for themselves against any danger.


This village wasn't set on high ground which meant that flooding was a concern in heavy rain. But the trade off was that it wasn't far from the area's main river which meant they wouldn't need to worry about water. It also meant that the land and trees were well watered for crops, fertile soil and plentiful game for hunting.  


At the moment, a small family ate their dinner as the sun was setting outside their reed roofed wooden hut. It was a modest dinner of bread and cooked legs of small river lizards. They drank juice made with compressed berries and fruits and cooked bananas as a desert. Though there was a price, the jungle around their home was the source of plentiful food for their village.


“I hope I got it right this time.” The youngest daughter remarked as she noted the spicy taste and juicy meat of her half eaten lizard leg. Naviah was a small and petite girl with chestnut brown eyes. Her brunette hair ran down to her shoulders and sometimes went over her face to hide her features. Her dress was rather plain and ordinary, more akin to a piece of bland fabric with holes cut out for her arms and legs. She was often mistaken for being younger than she truly was, it didn't help that she was a shy girl who didn't have many friends.


“Got it right? This is just great!” Her sister laughed while eagerly enjoying a spicy leg. Amani was taller and older than Naviah with her dark hair cut short to her neck. She had a natural runner's body from her habit of hiking, running and hunting through chasing down prey. Her attire was more revealing with an improvised crop top and shorts with hand made shoes. She was also a much bolder than her younger sister and wasn't afraid to wrestle with the occassional jerk. “Way better than the last time too! I think I lost a teeth from that tough-”


“Amani...don't tease her too harshly. This takes time child, just keep practicing.” The family matriarch assured her young disappointed daughter. Naviah's mother Otekah was a beautiful woman in her mid thirties. Her hair was similar to her younger daughter save that her hair ran down to her hips. She was taller and more full than either daughter with a prominent busty chest straining against her top. She wore wrappings around her arms and legs and a pair of trousers made from animal hide.  


Her family was just her, her older sister and her mother. Her father had died when she was little and mother never liked to speak of it. Mother never even considered remarrying despite the many proposals she had received. There was a perpetual sadness in her mother's eyes, a yearning for the man of her heart who was gone forever. Yet, she lived on with that sorrow and embraced purpose and joy by raising her two daughters.


As her girls grew, Otekah's great fear would be having to learn of her daughter's demise as she had learned of her husband's. Yet, her children were now growing before her eyes and it wouldn't be long now before they were mothers with children of their own. Though Amani was in no hurry for marriage, preferring to enjoy her independence while Naviah was more shy about the topic. Otekah didn't push the subject on her daughters though, they would find their way in life on their own.


“Bad thing about lizard legs is that they're so small.” Amani exclaimed, tossing the bare lizard bones into her bowl. “Tell you what? I'll take you with me on the next lizard hunt so we bag a good amount.”


“Your sister got just enough Amani.” Otekah stated, trying to keep her younger daughter from taking the bait.  


“Sure! I can do that!” Naviah was already provoked by her sister's challenge. “I'll just borrow your spear and-”


Amani chuckled shaking her head. “Yeah no. I'd do better alone than with you slowing me down. Maybe next time little sister.”


“You said that before...” Naviah grumbled as she sat down pouting.


Otekah glared at her older sister disapprovingly. “You know that lizard hunts are no small chore. In any case, the next hunt won't start until enough warriors return from their travels.”


“Right! Right!” Amani said dismissively as she started biting into her last lizard leg. “Not like the little critters are any threat.”


“We both know its not the little ones that are the problem.” Otekah reminded her daughter, Naviah now remembering the warnings of lizards large enough to eat many men whole. Though such lizards preferred to ambush and swallow wayward maidens one after the other before hastening back to their dens. “But if you're so confident, then you can make yourself useful for tomorrow.”


“Already ahead of you! Me and a few others are going hiking tomorrow.” Amani boasted as she chomped on another lizard leg. “We will not be gone long. Just long enough to get more of those mountain berries.”


“Can I-”


“No Naviah. We have been over this.” Her mother reprimanded her tenderly. “The jungle is a living beast in itself and it devours all in its bosom. I do not merely speak of the beasts hidden in its leaves either my child.”


“I am not a child mother, I know what is out there.” Naviah insisted, tired of being coddled and kept safe.  


Many dangers laid outside of the walled village and not just hungry predators and over sized parasites either. The vast forest seemed to hide a plethora of woes designed to kill or entrap humans as though they were parasites. Every year, even experienced and armed hunters would go into the tall grass and dense jungle and never return. It was not unusual for pets and children to go missing only to turn up as bloodied bones picked of flesh or any recognizable traits.


“You think that you know.” Otekah slammed down her cup, letting juice splosh up onto the table. “You have barely walked into this jungle child. You do not know the dangers that you have not seen.”


“You've told me about them since I was small.” Naviah challenged while Amani sat between her sister and mother, watching the feud unfold. “Monsters, predators and other dangers await those who aren't prepared or are careless. How can I know these dangers if you keep holding me here?”


Otekah stared down her daughter. “You are not ready.”


“When will I be ready?” Naviah demanded. “I'm sorry...I just want you to know that I can be brave like Amani...”


“You cannot know bravery until you know fear, child.” Otekah said with a firm though soft tone. “As Amani will tell you, you cannot know you are ready until you have stared into the heart of the jungle. You cannot know true fear until the jungle's black heart stares back at you.”


“The jungle's black heart?” Naviah asked increndiously. “Stop scaring me with child's tales mother. The jungle isn't a cruel being, it's just the trees around us.”


“That's what I believed as well.” Naviah's mother replied. “I still remember...a hunt I had shortly after I became a woman. Three of us were hunting for large rodents when my kinswoman fell into a ditch. We went to pull he from the mud, but something had gotten her first...”


Naviah looked down into the mud pit with tears watering her vision. She watched as her struggling screaming friend was pulled on by two sludge covered worms. All were mired in sludge and mud, one worm swallowing over her friend's shapely legs as the other pulled in her arms and surged towards the top of her head...


“A pair of worms were fighting over her...and more were around them...” Otekah saddened thinking of her kinswoman's fate. “We had to leave her. There was no way to help her without endangering or forfeiting our own lives.”


“Yeah...reminds me of my friend...” Amani added with a tightened shaking fist. “The two of us were hiking and looking for berries. I wanted to split up and cover more ground, but she was frightened and wanted to stick together. I laughed her off and told her to meet up later.”


“It wasn't your fault Amani.”


“I don't really feel like that...” Amani didn't feel like being coddled. “When I came back, I didn't see my friend. I figured that she got lost and went looking for her. It was about an hour before I stumbled on her necklace...”


Amani picked a familiar necklace and her a grumble above her. She looked up and saw a massive plant growing out of a tree like a living green paste. Her eyes widened when she saw an unmoving female bulge in the plant's sack...


“The jungle choose my friend and if I defied that choice...” Amani paused and wiped her eyes. “The jungle gives much to us sister, but it also demands something in return. You never know when one of these days that sacrifice could be anyone one of us. When you see it happen to another, that's when you know you've seen the jungle's black heart.”


“How would I know-” Suddenly, Naviah felt a familiar flash surround her sight. A haze was appearing over the room, obscuring her vision of her family as all turned to blackness and smoky clouds. “It's happening again...”


Vision: A Mother sacrificed to a Scarred Serpent


The haze parted as Naviah's sight took in someone familiar and dear to her. “Mother...” Naviah saw her mother walking through a cleared path with a water jug on her head. She seemed calm, carrying out her daily chores and perfectly balancing the container without any strain to her steps. Otekah was humming a low song, one Naviah recognized as a song that her mother always sang to her as a child.


Suddenly, a dark figure emerged from the shadows and grabbed Otekah by her arms. Otekah tilted her head to let the water jug fall back and break on the attacker's head. She took the chance to jab her elbow into the disoriented man's face and then used a broken piece of pottery to keep bashing his nose and neck. That was when another man jumped on her from the shadows and pushed Otekah onto her back.


She kneed the man in his groin and threw him up over herself. Otekah jumped to her feet was about to stomp on the stunned attacker's neck. Then two dark figures jumped out from the shadows to grab Otekah as she struggled against them. As fierce as she was, Naviah's mother was outnumbered and was now restrained by her arms and legs.


As Otekah started to cry out, another figure hit the back of her head with a club, making the woman lose consciousness. The attackers sighed with relief, but seemed pleased by how injured their two comrades were. As these intruders hauled up Otekah and began to run away, the scene began to turn black as they vanished into the shadows of the jungle.


When the blackness was gone, Naviah saw her mother in the middle of a tribal village she didn't recognize. She also did not recognize her mother's captors, she couldn't really see their features except that they were tall and muscular. They were wrapped in outfits of plant fibres and animal hides and constantly chanting as they danced around her mother.


Her mother was tied up at the arms and legs, laid down on a steep pit with topless masked women looking on her as they sang and dropped flowers and leaves onto the woman. Otekah was barely awake, the color of her eyes slightly dulled. Her breathing was steady, but she did not move while the captors danced and chanted around her. Stripped of all clothing, Otekah's ample breasts rose and fell with each of her deep breaths. The rope binding her legs together was strained by her thick thighs and her hands were tied together above her head.


Slowly, Otekah groaned and awareness returned to the forefront of her mind. Restrained as she was, her attempts to move her arms and legs failed despite her struggle. She turned her head left and right, seeing her unknown captives and silently dreading what they would do to her. She was aware of those in the forest who had fell intentions for any women that they captured. She fought back the urge to scream, not wanting to to be touched by these captors. But the realization that she was naked made her more horrified, not wanting to consider what was done to her while she was unconscious.


One masked man came forward stirring some liquid in a hollowed fruit bowl. Otekah squirmed as he brought out his painted hand and started rubbing it along the outside and inside of Otekah's plump thigh. He pushed her onto her front and started kneading his hands upon her ass, Otekah too humiliated from being groped to feel the pattern being marked on her big cheeks. Then the stranger grabbed the underside of her huge breasts and rubbed them ever so briefly before running down the sides of her stomach.


Then Otekah was discarded back onto the platform, the figure dumping the rest of the ointment around the platform before vanishing back into the crowd. They continued to dance in a frenzy, chanting in their unknown tongue as Otekah glared at them. Whether on the hope that help would come or that she would not show weakness, Naviah's mother did not want to show her fear for it would only encourage her captors.


Naviah heard a hiss and suddenly, the captors parted and crowded together in reverence and terror. A giant python slithered onto the scene, the serpent was more than 30 feet long and had white scales covered with old scars. It's red eyes darted around curiously until they honed in on the bound nude woman on the ground before the snake.


Not realizing that it was being fed, the serpent launched out at Otekah and clasped its jaws upon the side of her torso. Naviah's mother was broken from her stupor by the fangs that dug unto her skin. She screamed as the snake wrapped its long loops around the jungle woman and trapped her in its strong grip. The captors seemed pleased by this action and began to chant more ominously as the village women sang in a bittersweet tone.


Otekah struggled and gasped under the snake's tightening embrace, her breasts squeezed between two loops and her arms pressing upon her head. Her hips and legs were left coiled as the serpent flicked its tongue upon her belly and her big dark nipples. The serpent sampled its new prey, feeling the heat upon her face as her breath was strained.


Otekah's eyelids fluttered while the snake's coils tightened their grip on her nude body. Her brown skin perspired with sweat and the big dark nipples on her huge squeezed breasts hardened and rose. The captors cheered and celebrated in hushed chants, watching in anticipation as if wondering if their sacrifice would please some nameless god. The snake appeared to have some reverence given to it, whether as a divine protector or a tormentor to be satiated.


Otekah could do little to fight as bound and coiled as she was, but fight she did. She wriggled against the snake's grasp, trying to free at least one hand to grab the snake's tail. The white serpent simply tightened its grip in response, strangling the brown woman in its pale loops and watching her face contort in pain.  


Likely judging that the beautiful woman was well contained, the snake only loosened its grip enough to let Otekah breath. It moved its head down to her feet, flicking its tongue onto her toes to make them wriggle. Then the snake yawned and inhaled Otekah's feet, its hot mouth already lubricating her feet as the serpent's extending mouth slipped over her calves.


The snake seemed very familiar with the form and taste of human flesh, easily gulping down Otekah's legs up to her plump thighs despite the woman's protests. The loops coiling the restrained milf were adjusted to free her hips as the coils under her fat breasts tightened, making the woman groan as she opened and moved her legs. Her resistance was weak and meaningless, all it did was annoy the serpent and entice it to increase its pressure on the beautiful woman.


Otekah remained on the sacrifice platform, exhaustion and pain had left her completely un-moving upon a mat of her own black hair. Nothing was affecting or provoking any hope even as her big thighs were gripped by the snake's elastic jaws and pulled into its expanding elastic body. Whether sapped of strength or of her own consciousness, Otekah could do little except maintain her own breath while her body disappeared within the slobbering serpent's widening maw.


Her mother seemed dazed, like some drug had sapped her consciousness and left her unaware of her surroundings. Not even as the giant snake was suckling on her ass and stretching its jaws over her fat cheeks, straining and molding to the shape of her wide child bearing hips. Yet the snake persisted, slobbering over her brown flesh already pleased with the taste of this trapped human.


Otekah ceased her weak resistance when the snake's jaws clasped down over her belly, sliding up over her naval and moving towards her chest. Naviah's mother laid back and steadily breathed, the snake now only using its coils to hold her bound arms together. The snake's flicked upon her consumed nethers, making the woman gasp and arch her back to make her huge breasts dance and jiggle.  


Otekah was moaning and sobbing, feeling the snake's tongue flick over each of her nipples as the snake's hot wet mouth reached her chest. The snake took its time on her mammaries, gnawing and expanding its flexible mouth over her bountifully big breasts, making sure not to ruin them as they were swallowed. The kidnappers kept chanting and dancing wildly, excited and enthralled their sacrifice had been accepted.


“Naviah...Amata...” Otekah muttered as the snake successfully inhaled her massive breasts and began to swallow over her shoulders. Tears came out of the woman's eyes, but she did not bother begging or pleading. The pressure of the snake's innards pressing and massaging her nude consumed body was sapping her strength.


Her captors cheered and hooted in praise to the serpent, the snake's body swollen to Otekah's voluptuous shape. The serpent continued to feast on the village woman, its jaws now closing upon her chin as Otekah felt the snake's innards press onto her ample and now soaked chest, making it hard to breath.  


As the vision started to go dark, she saw her mother's head stick out of the snake's gullet. Her breath was quickening and her eyes were rolling into the back of her head....


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“Naviah?” Naviah snapped back into consciousness, now aware that she was back in the dining room with her mother and sister looking upon her concerned. Otekah grabbed her younger daughter's shoulders and looked her in the eyes. “Naviah...are you well? You sat as if in a daze...I saw you call out to me...but nothing we said could be heard...”


“I...I was...day dreaming...” Naviah lied, unnerved that she'd seen her mother get devoured and yet she was standing before her in the flesh. Amata and Otekah could see through Naviah's lie easily, but the young girl was already heading for her room. “I am tired...I shall sleep early...”


“Naviah...” Otekah looked on with concern, but held up a hand to stop her older daughter from going after her. “We'll talk about this at another time...leave her to her thoughts...”


Months Later...


Naviah sat by a tree, depressed and alone.


It had been some time since Naviah's mother went missing.


The village hunters and warriors had searched weeks for her. But they could not even find any sign of any discarded clothing or blood. All they had found was a broken pot she often collected water in. There was some talk that Otekah had been taken by the jungle and that meant a predator or plant had gotten her. Some said that cannibals had captured her and were eating her corpse for meat.


Naviah said nothing to dissuade them.


“I didn't see her die...I did not see her die...” Naviah told herself, still unsure if her vision was even true. Perhaps it was all symbolic and her mother hadn't been eaten at all. Naviah didn't want to think that her mother was truly gone. It had gotten so much more lonely now that her mother was gone and Amata had started her runner job. Especially with how she kept passing out at random and what her village thought of her.


In short, young Naviah had quietly become a pariah within the village though no one said anything to her face. Instead, they whispered that she had gone mad or that she was cursed. A few even believed that Naviah somehow killed and ate her own mother. Some were thinking that she was consorting with demons and that they spoke to her when she had her fainting spells.


Regardless, Naviah had less and less friends with each month with only her sister Amata at her side. She had nearly confessed to her about the visions, but eventually decided against it. The last thing that she needed was her older sister turning against her and calling her mad. Even if everyone that Naviah saw in her visions really did disappear never to be found.


Just as the young girl was about to stand up, the energy left her legs and she stumbled forward. Her consciousness vanishing with her fading vision...


Vision: A Runner Trapped by the Riverbed


Naviah could see her sister jogging around covered in sweat, carrying a bundle of wood and other supplies on her shoulders. Amata was a brave young woman and so had no problem with taking runner jobs carrying things from one village to another. Her crop top and shorts seemed soaked as they dampened against her body, perhaps it had rained earlier and Amata pressed on fearlessly.


Despite her energetic speed, Amata didn't need to worry about losing her path or getting lost. The boastful young woman was a master navigator able to find her way through the jungle through memory and instinct. She'd practically created her own paths since she became a runner and was able to get through tough terrain in great time regardless of weather or peril. She was also decently tough, trained and fast enough to either fend off predators or flee from them until they lost interest and left her alone.


She was jogging along a riverbank, smiling proudly as she was close to home now. She had that confident smile on her face, perfectly happy with her current progress. In truth, Amata had been burying herself in her duties to avoid confronting the dread that came with her mother's disappearance. Naviah heard her older sister muttering something about talking with “Navi” again and trying to spend more time with her.


The river had flooded previously, but had returned back to its normal levels. The river bed that Amata treked over was soft in some places, but of no concern to the the young maiden. The sun had hardened most of the dried mud, so her feet weren't dirtier than normal. It was nothing that a quick dip in a pool at home wouldn't clean off. She'd traveled through waist deep mud before and still got home fine even if her mother scolded her. Despite her speed, Amata called herself fairly careful with where she ran.


Amata gasped as her feet pressed into the sun dried mud and she suddenly lost her grounding. She was too surprised to scream before her legs were dipped into dark murky pit of black syrupy quicksand. Already up to her thighs in the sticky sludge, Amata raised up her arms to her shoulders as she steadied herself and tried to remember her mother's words.


As long as she stayed calm didn't thrash around too much, she shouldn't sink. All she had to do was stay calm and then find something to leverage herself out of the quicksand. As far as she could tell, the pit may have been built up over time from water leaking underground from the river. Chances were that the pit likely wasn't even that deep, so Amata shouldn't sink at all hopefully.


Not thinking that the pit was too deep, Amata started moving towards the edge to pull herself out. But it seemed like the mud had a mind of its own, each time she pulled her long luscious legs an inch out of the sludge, it pulled her down five more inches. Before she knew it, Amata had quickly sank up to her hips and she could feel herself being sucked down to her big navel.


She tried prying off her clothes, her shorts and tube top gripped by the mud. Amata hoped that this would give her some leverage and make her lighter to escape. But all it did was leave the brown young woman nude and exposed to the sludge that was quickly sucking her down. Just when it looked like she could inch her way to the edge, it would slip away and her sinking body pulled her further and further from any chance or hope of relief.


More and more, Amata struggled with an increasing sense of dread and panic though this only quickened her plunge into this muddy trap she'd stumbled upon. She started sweating intensely, shivering from the fear getting all over her even when she tried to hold still to keep herself from sinking down. But it was too late now, her waist slipped under the mushy mud and pressing her hands against the mud just made them dirty and splashed spots of sludge all over her breasts and face.


“HELP! SOMEONE HELP!” Amata's big chest bobbed up and down in the mud as Amata attempted to keep herself above the sludge. But the syrupy thick threads of mire were gripping tightly to her brown sweaty skin, like many tiny black ropes each as strong as a horse. One breast disappeared beneath the mud and then the other, with her shoulders swiftly following after.


“Mother...please...I'm sorry...help me...” Amata sobbed as her chin touched the mud and bubbles started to emerge all around her. She flailed and kicked around her sunken legs, unable to find any trace of a bottom to stand on and jump up from. No, Amata had the misfortune of finding a mud pit that had no end and her doom was to literally be taken into the jungle's soil.


“I am sorry...Navi-” Mud and water rushed to her face, forcing her to close her mouth before she could finish her sister's name. Amata would never get another chance, the fresh water made the stucky mud's suction stronger and the shocked woman could do nothing more than sink. Within a few seconds, her face sank beneath the mud until the top of her black hair was consumed by the hidden mud trap.


For a moment, her arms waved up above the mud uselessly, trying and prying for anything that could be held. But as the moving desperate limbs grew weaker, they too disappeared beneath the mud and all that emerge up were several air bubbles that gradually burst. The mud quickly settled where Amata disappeared, leaving no trace of the runner except for the supplies that had been thrown into the nearby river.


Months Pass...


“Was this where she last was?” Naviah sat by the riverside, collecting water in a pot as she solemnly thought about her older sister. It had been a month since Amata had gone missing. Naviah was now living alone and largely gathering her food, water and supplies on her own. Her home was quiet now, she couldn't even talk out loud because she kept hoping for her mother or sister to answer her. Or else, for them to miraculously come home and explain their disappearance was just a prank.


But Naviah had given up on such hopes and dreams.


Naviah didn't cry nor mourn when the hunters assumed her lost to the jungle. She had already shed her tears when she broke down and confessed her vision to her sister. Amata was surprised, but did not judge her sister though did not heed her warning not to go on the runner mission. Now Amata was gone and Naviah was left instead with a dark truth.


Her power was real.


Her visions were real.


Which meant that her mother and sister were never coming home.


She had seen the fates of others as well.  


She saw a kind widow get snagged and pulled into the river by a crocodile. Witnessed her last moments as the river lizard gulped her down, not even bothering to chew on her. Instead, the widow was caught in a gullet full of spit and water, then swallowed down into a canal of pink flesh that pressed on her as she lost consciousness.


She saw a friend's last tearful moments as she was eaten legfirst by a tentacle worm...


She saw two sisters get caught in a pitcher plant together and pulled high into a tree..


She saw spiders strip a woman soon to be wed and replaced her garments with a cocoon of transparent silk...


The village had regarded Naviah as more and more of a cursed witch because of her visions. Visions that she herself no longer controlled and did not understand. All she knew was that everyone who she saw in her visions would disappear. Some secretly consulted her and if they believed her, they would try to avert their fate or the fate of others, only to fail.


“Why do I have this gift?” Naviah looked down at her own reflection and tried to smile. But she had not truly smiled since she lost her family and her eyes were underlined with black lines due to the nights she was sleepless. “Is this my fate? To watch others suffer and to do nothing about it?”


But as the darkness began to override her sight, Naviah mumbled in horror. “It cannot be...”


Vision: A Seer bathed twice


The water was cool and it felt refreshing as she poured more upon her smooth skin.


Naviah moaned under the waterfall, raising up her hands to rub over her matted black hair. Her modest breasts rose and fell with her heavy breaths, her dark plump nipples hardening with goose bumps appearing upon her dark skin. Small streams of water ran down her back and rippled over her big butt cheeks, matting the unshaved pubic hair and dripping down her thickened thighs.


“Yeah...” Naviah was enjoying this small moment, letting the cascading water soak her in the jungle's life vein. She had found this hide-out a little while ago and used it as a good escape away from the village. She could do whatever she wanted here without judgment or being considered strange, odd or cursed. She could also bath, walk and nap naked without fear of being peeped on or worst.  


“This is so nice...” Naviah rubbed her hands through her lush and thick hair, just taking in the moment. Letting the waters of the jungle cleanse her body and give her a brief moment of respite. She even found herself giggling, feeling the water tickle her a little as she stepped backwards in the pond, putting herself knee deep in the water.


Naviah wasn't bothered by the loud croak that sounded from her right. Then the croak got louder like it was closer, the songs of a toad or frog, honestly Naviah got the two mixed up at times. “Perhaps some frogs are laying their tadpoles...or they're here to feast on-”  


Suddenly, Naviah felt something long and wet wrap around her waist and force her into the water.  


She shot out of the water with her damp hair partially covering her face and her chest. But before Naviah could ask what had happened or what was on her waist, she was pulled under water again. She was barely holding her breath, looking down at the long and thick pink tongue that was stuck around her belly and back and slightly moving over her ass.


The architect of Naviah's struggle was a giant bullfrog standing on the flooded shore of the pool. It was a large bulk and obese amphibian with bumpy dark green skin with dark lines patterned across its body.  One of its raised eyes had a scar upon it with other old wounds dotting this creature, showing that it was a survivor of the jungle's trials.


The apathetic eyes of the frog were fixed on the dark skinned girl as her upper body splashed out of the water. Bobbing up and down and trying and failing to get the sticky tongue off of her, Naviah spotted the frog that had snagged her. Her eyes widened in shock and terror, her lovely voice rose up in frantic screams as she threw out her arms and kicked her feet trying to escape this frog.


It was useless, the frog reeled back its tongue with sudden force to pull Naviah across the pond. It then stopped short of the shore, Naviah falling down into the water before she could swim back to the surface. She gasped for air as her damp black hair obscured her vision and she felt the frog's tongue move up and down across her waist and her hips, covering her in a sticky substance.


The frog's tongue partially released her, but remained attached to the top of her jiggling ass and ensuring that Naviah was stuck to the frog's appendage. She was dragged up out of the water onto the muddy shore, sludge getting caught up by the frog's spit to stick it to Naviah's dark slender frame. The frog reeled back it's tongue with strong force before stopping suddenly, letting Naviah try and fail to free herself before repeating the cycle.


“No...no...no...” Naviah said to herself, wondering if this was how her mother and sister felt when the jungle came to claim them. She dug her hands into the mud, trying to slow down the frog toad from pulling her towards it. She clawed and clawed away even though her fingers were in pain and her chest strained from how her breasts were scrapped and pushed onto the rough ground.  


The frog was unimpeded by Naviah's struggles, easily reeling her in across the mud and dirt. The amphibian slobbered at the sight of the tasty nude human woman being pulled towards him. That very same saliva traveled down the snake's tongue, the super sticky syrup being unbothered by the water as it ran over the squirming Naviah.  It's tongue moved all around her supple slender body, enjoying the taste of this pretty brown girl with her pretty perky fat breasts and her flat belly and her thick long legs


If Naviah guessed that the frog was playing with her, she would be correct. Bringing her out of the pool  to lay out in front of her, the frog did not immediately eat her. Instead, it watched Naviah tremble and struggle, desperately try to crawl away from the frog whose tongue stayed stuck to her rear. The toad stood motionless as the nude village maiden get falling onto the ground again, failing to get unstuck from the toad's tongue.


When the frog reeled back its tongue and Naviah with it, the game didn't end there at all. “No!” She screamed she felt her ass plop into the toad's mouth and something wet and long began to lick over her lower body. Her eyes widened as the toad's mouth slobbered upon her, her arms and legs sticking out in an angle that left them unusable. It was an uncomfortable and humiliating posture, but there was nothing that she could do.


She felt the toad's slobber build up and splash out all over and around the girl, it's lips closing on her body while she moaned and groaned. Her breasts were swinging and swaying around in her struggles, Naviah attempting to escape the toad that was taking its time letting Naviah sit trapped in its mouth. It did not make any immediate effort to swallow her down, it was only securing her in place.


“Let me go!” Naviah pleaded while feeling the toad's tongue molest and move over her dangling breasts. She shivered as her nipples hardened and the appendage flipped up over her face. The toad's slobber increased even more, a sign that this amphibian was savoring the taste of this jungle maiden in its toothless jaws.  


The game ended with less of a swallow and more of a gulp. The large frog had no trouble gulping down the crying Naviah with the first gulp pulling her in until only her head, hands and feet were outside. The position was unbearably uncomfortable and it was mercifully ended when the second gulp swallowed Naviah down completely. The Toad gave a croaking burp as Naviah's body righted itself as she was pulled into the frog's bowels and discarded inside of a partially flooded sack of foul smelling wet flesh.


Naviah screamed incoherently and madly, her hands clawing at the velvety walls that were clamping upon her petite body. Her breathing heavy and haggard from the humid putrid air she was forced to breath. Sticky and slimy liquid constantly spilled out onto her hair and skin, some getting into her eyes and making her vision painful and dizzy.  


“Let me out! Let me out!” Naviah begged, but her cries had fallen on deaf ears. Her efforts hadn't even made the frog budge even as her squirming and struggling body bulged its low hanging belly. Her terror kept her from accepting her doom, it caused her to ignore the weakness in her arms and the strength leaving her body. The scant amount of air she breathed was a silent poison, making her lungs begin to burn with pain.


“Not like this...please not like this...” Naviah cried as hot liquid splashed onto her, partially covering her nude body as the flesh pocket around her tightened and grew hotter. Her breath became quicker and more desperate, her eyes were getting heavier and she felt her strength start to disappear. She tried to move, but could only fall onto her back with a splash, looking up at the frog's inner walls as they started to close in on her and shower her with juices.


“Mother...Amata...I'll see you soon...” Naviah muttered before her world grew dark and her breath became a whisper. Passing out while her beautiful body was bathed once more...


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Naviah's vision returned, the first thing she saw was the spilled water that her cheek pressed against. The bowl had righted itself when it was dropped, preserving some of the collected water while the rest had splashed on the ground and on Naviah herself. Yet, she didn't seem bothered by her damp clothes and hair as she slowly rose to her feet and looked at her own hands.


Opening and closing her hands, Naviah's tearful eyes trembled at the vision she had just experienced. “My fate...I saw my fate...” Terror and clarity washed over her like the tears falling over her cheeks as she sped away from the river. Even she was not immune to her own visions of doom it seemed. “A toad...I am to be devoured by a toad...or was it a frog? The toad...frog...it...it enjoyed my struggles...it was...enjoying my pain...”


Strangely, it was not the worst fate that Naviah could consider.


Yet, she wondered why she would be allowed to glimpse her own fate if there was nothing she could do to avert it. If she avoided going to her secret place, would the same toad break into the village and consume her? If she were to drown herself, would the toad be swimming in the river to gobble her down?


Can fate be defied?


Would she find her fate on the path that she choose to avoid it?


Would challenging her destiny lead to a worst outcome?


All Naviah knew was that she would not find the answer today. All she had was a vision of a horrible fate and a drive to not succumb to it like her family had. The only she need now was to find the source and reason for these vision, perhaps then she could find a way to change her future and her fate along with it...
