Little Jungle Girls

Little Jungle Girls 1 and 2

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Little Jungle Girls

By Arctic fox

Part 1 The Capture

Two girls stood on neighboring tree branches overlooking a small camp. The sun had set and it was getting dark but the moon was full, Jungle sounds wafted from the ground below and the tree canape above. The girls were about ten feet up silently waiting, They had watched the pack of cub scouts hike into the woods and make camp. The girls were a tribe of Amazon Brownies, trained to hunt boys. The girls knew the routine of the boys now. After the boys would go to bed the three scout masters would stay up later an hour or so and drink from the glass canteen. During the day when the boys were off hiking gathering plant specimens, three girls stole into the camp. It was just a fire pit, with some sitting logs around it. Half a dozen small tents for the 14 boys and one large one the scout masters slept in. The girls did a quick search of the camp. Did not find anything of interest. They located the glass canteen and poured in a sleep agent. The bottle was labeled Jack Daniels. Silently they left the camp and waited for the chance to pounce.

The cub scout pack returned to the camp in good sprites having gathered a lot of different types of plants for them to identify and study once they got home and could use the library. The year was 1958, yes a period piece. After eating the boys told stories and teased each other sometimes. They talked sports, soccer mostly. The 19 girls waited, they were accustom to the time it took to prepare the game for its capture. The girls were all aged 7 (or almost 8 as the girls liked to say) to 12 except Jetlia the queen, she was 16. This was a satellite tribe of a larger amazon tribe of adult women. For a couple months a year specially chosen girls would set up their own tribe and gain promotion points for capturing and taming boys. Usually the brownie tribe would only catch a few boys, now they had 14 sleeping beauties. A record, if they pulled it off, as the moment of attack got closer adrenaline began to surge through the girls. They all drew deep breathes, in thru the mouth , out thru the nose.

Once the girls were sure the sleeping potion had taken full effect they made animal noises loud enough to wake the boys. Then Jetlia blew a horn as the boys were crawling out of the pup tents, the young boys were already scared. One boy put more wood on the fire some milled about, all were chattering, what is it? Two of the older girls swung in on vines wearing big masks to scare the boys. Landing just outside the fire light, like magic made them appear even more frightening. Both girls brandished whips and began snapping them herding the boys slightly. Several others came out of the jungle with masks and whips, cracking them to get the panicky boys' attention. Yelling for the scout masters to get up the boys shied away from the girls. Stepping in close one girl got her whip across one boy's legs, he screamed. Flailing the whip a second time she lashed two other boys across their naked backs. The boys wore nothing but shorts and socks. A few had already run off away from the five masked attackers. Then all the girls stepped closer and swung the leather whips. This time half the boys felt the painful lash, one boy bled from a three inch gash. This broke the boys and they all fled running away.

One fat boy who moved too slow had a whip wrap around his ankles. The girl pulled hard on her whip. The boy tried to turn but fell down his feet entangled. Instantly the girl jumped her captive landing on his back. Yanking the whip she pulled his ankles up and pressed his heels into his wide butt. Pinning his legs with one knee she grabbed one arm forced it behind his back and wrapped the whip twice around his wrist. She kept telling him to hold still and submit. In a few seconds she did the same to his other arm, hogtying the poor boy. Sitting on his back swiftly she collared the kid and then hand gagged him, The boy was screaming like mad in mortal terror. She knew his yelling would not wake up the adults but it was already getting on her nerves. “Shut up and hold still bitch.” She hissed in his ear using her body weight to keep him down. Tied as he was made that easy. Turning his head the scout saw, it was a girl bout his age who had jumped him. In the flickering firelight he could see her face. First in profile, then full face as she looked down at him and spoke. She is soooo pretty he thought. “Hold still and submit boy.” Kaitlin told him. A second later she could feel his body get soft under her and stop struggling. She giggled after a few moments. Her first boy captive. Stretching her neck she looked into the jungle to see how her sisters were faring.

The rest of the boys fled away, no one stopped to save Petty. Surprised the boys instincts took over and the most basic of all, fight or flight saturated all their minds. They ran just as they were supposed to, 14 brownies waited in ambush 50 feet away.

Just outside camp the girls had set up trip wires and before any boy could get more then a dozen steps they fell to the ground. Then the boy behind would trip to and land atop a downed boy. Girls eyes dilate more them boys giving them superior night vision and the campfire was behind the boys making them silhouette as they ran into the trip wires. Before the males could begin to sort themselves out the girls tossed nets weighted with rocks on the pile of thrashing arms and legs. One large net they had strung in the trees above and dropped it trapping six boys under its weight. Terrified the boys rolled in the nets sometimes on top of each other just entangling themselves further. Many calling out for the scout masters to help save them.

Then most of the girls jumped the boys, punching the cub scouts to subdue them. Delivering body shoots with hard fists and yelling at the boys to surrender. Every girl threw dozens of punches, pounding bellies, and backs and sides. They had been instructed to avoid hitting the boys in the head. Held mostly motionless by the nets made the cub scouts easy targets for the fast punching brownies. Leaning over the pile of wriggling boys the girls punched hard at any torso that moved or had arms and legs thrashing about. Having been trained as fighters the girls knew exactly how to make a fist for max damage. Having thrown thousands of punches their arm and shoulder muscles were very practiced at this, delivered hammer like blows with great rapidity they pummeled the scouts. The boys bodies quickly succumbed to the punishment that seemed to come from every direction.

Every girl had been told about the male ego and knew breaking it was a multi step process that always began with proving the inferiority of the male body. It had to include a harsh often violent treatment at the moment of capture. Physical punishment at the fists of the girls en-mass would go far in subjugating the males in the early stages. The boys held under the nets absorbed a ton of punishment. Ribs, stomachs, backs and sides were bruised under the relentless girls striking fast as they could. It took the girls a few minutes till they got most of the boys to lay still and surrender.

The last two boys still struggling were both 12 and Weblois, the highest rank in the cub scouts. Big Betty lost her cool and got over the last two. One she faked a left jab to his tummy and when he covered up she let go a right hook to his chin. Everyone heard the crack as the punch snapped his head around knocking the boy out cold. The second she dropped her knee on his chest using her considerable weight to pin him down. Then faked a punch to his face and drilled his stomach with three hard right jabs. The first weakened his ab muscles, the second turned them to jelly and the last drove his diaphragm muscle up into his lungs. Every atom of oxygen was evacuated from his chest.

Betty stood up and yelled at him to, “submit and hold perfectly still.” He coughed rolled onto his side curled into a fetal position and covered his aching belly. Then ceased all movement.

The girls looked over their catch in a menacing manner fists still ready. The boys were thoroughly cowarded by now. Hardly any motion at all from the males. Taking deep breathes the brownies all stepped back admiring their handy work. A few girls hugged each other. For the younger girls this was their first time hunting boy. The speed at which they had taken so many filled all the girls with confidence. Then Jetlia came into the small clearing the trap had been set in. All the girls stood still many smiling at their queen. It was not until now the boys realized they were attacked by young girls, not bandits or a local Indian tribe. Speaking loudly Jetlia said. “You girls go loot the campsite.” She pointed to half dozen girls who darted off. “You males are now the subjects of brownie troop 316. You will all serve us.” Jetlia the oldest had a stunning body. With the fire growing behind her the boys could all see better now. Every girl wore tight fitting designer skins. Not a bowser in the bunch. Jetlia had a pretty face, proud amazon bussom that could deify even the sun's gravity. Trim waist with six pack abs, thick thighs and well muscled calves. One girl returned with flash lights. Two others brought all the boys' sneakers and dumped them in a pile.

Then the amazons let one boy at a time from the netting and told him to put on his shoes, they then swiftly tied his arms behind his back, collared the kid and denuded him. Hey, the first boy shouted and was slapped by a seven year old several times who screamed in his face to shut up. He looked down at the ground submitting to her command. The brownies worked quickly searching the campsite taking anything of value. A few rolled up the nets and removed the weighted rocks.

The rest secured the cub scouts. Half hour after the raid 13 boys were tied in a similar fashion. Lining up the boys they all told their ages and that number was inked in red on their chests and back with a letter. Two girls went down the line using red paint and a finger to write on the slaves. Jetlia told the boys they would not ever use their names until they have earned the right to have a name. “Any male who uses a name with be whipped.” Three girls attended to the few boys who had cuts and were bleeding. They used an ointment on the slash marks left by the whipping that cooled the patch of skin and promoted healing.

Several boys began to cry. Altho the girls had sympathy for the plight the scouts were in, they could not show it. At once the sobbing boys were slapped hard a bunch of times and called babies for crying. “Get a hold of yourself.” Betty ordered with cocked fists waving in the faces of the scouts. An amazon rule was you could not use fists on a tied boy only open hand. The girls knew this but the boys did not so the bluff was every effective. “Faced down bitches. Look at my feet cause they are above you.” Big Betty shouted at them, she was the sergeant at arms and third in command.

All the boys save Petty had heads down staring at the dirt. He was still hogtied near the tents. Because he had been taken by one girl, Kaitlin would get credit for the coup and needed to march him back personally. Kaitlin also called him chubby and had that painted on his belly and back. After looting the camp even taking two of the tents the kids headed out. All the nets and heavy stuff was loaded on the boys or pack mules as some girls joked. They even tethered four of the boys together by tying the rope binding their wrists behind their backs to the collar of the boy behind them.

It took two hours till the naked boys were marched miles through the jungle and they reached a river that had outrigger canoes. One girl with a bow and arrow ducked into the jungle while the rest lined up the boys along the river bank. After five minutes the girl returned with a dead flying squirrel, Jetlia took the animal carcass slashed its belly and wrung out some blood into the river then tossed the body ten feet into the water. The blood spread out attracting piranhas. In ten seconds the water around the dead animal began to churn. It was easy to see in the full moon. All the boys stared, they knew what piranhas are. Jetlia spoke as the churning water sound subsided. “We are going to untie you all now. Do not run, do not fall in the river because we will not fish you out.” The brownies nodded backing up their queen. “Obey us and you will be alright. We are not going to hurt you just subjugate you to the superior sex. Unlike the other females of this world we amazons have not been corrupted by the male dominated civilizations. Here the daughters of Eve rule.”

One by one they untied the boys and made them kneel in the canoes. To keep the boys in place, the girls took a short piece of rawhide cord and looped it around each of the boy's balls. Then tied the cord tightly to a small rings in the bottom of the canoe. As the girls had been told the boys got instant erections. Most of the girls giggled at the scouts embarrassment, plus it gave them a chance to practice their knots. They tried to cover up with their hands. The younger amazons began slapping the boys across the face and told them not to shield their penis from girl watching. They lifted their hands to protect their faces. “Don't raise your hands to me bitch.” Betty told the weblois she had adopted. “Hands behind your backs.” She shouted at all the boys. Most complied swiftly. The last two were glared down and put their hands behind them. “Five free slaps sisters. No talking worthless males.” Betty said looking at Jetlia who nodded. Punishment was quick, 70 hard slaps fell on 14 boy faces. The girls had been instructed not to hold back, they put their shoulders and arms into the strikes. The girl's hands firmly hit the boys with a stinging slap every time. Altho it was too dark to see, all the scouts now had red faces from all the smacks they had endured. Balls tied to the canoe and humiliated the boys were order to paddle. At least the girls had padding laid down for the knees.

The girls had stretched a heavy fabric between the canoe and outrigger part. They sat Indian style on the fabric making the boys paddle. It was very crowded with so many kids and just six dug out canoes. Fortunately they were built for adults and large enough for all the kids.

The boys afraid of the girls and wildlife followed orders. Dipping their paddles deep into the crisp clean river water they started down the river. The current helped push the canoes and they made good time. Twice alligators got close to a boat and scared the boys. “Stay calm.” The girls told them.

“They don't eat wood.” One girl joked. “Ten B row faster.” One boy picked up the pace. “Dip your paddles deeper dummies. Clueless boys.” All the girls laughed.

After an hour of paddling the girls steered the canoes left and up a tributary. The rowing got tiresome for the boys. They were not used to this kind of work and all were tired from lack of sleep. Two things the girls wanted to happen. Twice one of the boys spoke and was told to shut up. They were forced to paddle in silence and pain from the cord wrapped around their nuts. Every time they shifted their legs it would pull on the sensitive scrotum making the boy wince. Three times the girls checked the boys genitals to make sure no forever damage was done. Always it was a girl who was younger then the boy to hold his cock and balls as they looked closely for black and blue marks or worse blood. Shame consumed each of the scouts, their personal humiliation grew every minute. Often their dicks would get hard again as the brownies small soft hands touched and handled boys' cock, some time squeezing them to get a feel for the male sex and giggling constantly.

As they paddled on the brownies laughing at how easy it was to take the entire pack. Making fun of the boys to ruin their self esteem. How they didn't even put up a fight against 7 year old girls. “You boys are lucky we left the 4 year old's behind.” One girl quipped, and laughed. “Three of them could have beaten you all.” More derisive comments followed. The brownies thrilled about their victory heckled the boys the entire way. When they reached the amazon's encampment the boys' high sprites from the day before had sunk very low indeed. They were exhausted and very sore from the paddling, which their muscles were unaccustomed to. Their arms dragged and shoulders bent from the pain.

The girls gave them no rest even tho it was almost 3 in the morning. Again releasing the scouts one at a time and tying their hands for the short walk to the encampment. Several girls ran ahead to prep the cages. Once the boys and boats were secured they all marched up a well worn path from the docks to the village.

Two brownies had stayed behind and missed the raid. One had hurt her ankle two days before and a second to stay with her. The males bound, collared and naked were herded into the village center, Not much of a village really, one large hut and three smaller ones. All the huts were on stilts two feet off the ground, and made of thatch with bamboo framework. Several torches were lit spread around the compound. A large fire pit lined with brightly painted rocks, a moderate size fire burned and a pot hung over the fire. The boys looked around curiously taking it all in, was this their new home? The arriving girls hugged the two sisters and assembled for the caging. A strange pit a foot deep was off to one side and a platform in the trees above some 20 feet up. The ground was cleared of brush and well groomed. Everything seemed very orderly. The boys were lined up and told again to be quiet, most looked down and were still very afraid. Gulping down their saliva nervously. Every scout's body ached all over. The hard punching girls had bruised them all good. Then forced to paddle and work their upper bodies very hard made the pain worse. Plus the whipping, by now all the boys were weak of both body and mind.

The amazons stopped talking as Jetlia walked down the line of boys inspecting them. She smiled inside seeing the cords still hanging between the boys legs. Standing back so she could address them all she adjusted her breasts catching all the cub scouts attention. The boys all looked up now and many were attracted to her, some strongly. OH boy T & A. Jetlia had jet black hair hence her name. She spoke loud wanting no misinterpretation. “I know you are all thirsty and we will tend to that in a minute. First law is no talking for boys. Only speak when you are recognized, you may raise your hand. If one of you speaks you all get whipped. Two of you spoke out of turn on the way here.” At once and by surprise seven girls standing behind the boys gave each boy two hard lashes. Once across the back and the second on the legs. Every scout howled from the stinging pain that would endure for days. A not so gentle reminder to shut up.

“You boys are now and forever our subjects. You will work to improve the lives of my sisters. You will do all the menial labor. Clearing the brush away from camp, helping us gather food and wood. You will sleep in cages like dogs until you have earned the right to floor space in one of the huts.” As Jetlia spoke two girls took the pot off the fire and brought it inside the large hut. “You will remain naked for the first week and if you please us you can wear a cod piece.” She held up one for the all to see. “After 2 weeks if you work hard and obey you can have your shorts. Do not put us to the test we will punish any deviant acts. Our sisters around the world have suffered horribly at the hands of your fathers and grandfathers. We will not punish you for their crimes only your disobedience. But that punishment will be harsh and painful and swift. So learn your place. Because there are so many of you we only have 3 cages you will all sleep in tonight. In the morning you will build two more cages for yourselves.”

As Jetlia talked the girls in the main hut took the pot full of boiling liquid and poured it into several large gourdes. Then they added a fruit punch to cool and make it taste sweet so the boys would like it. Fruits had been sliced up and tossed in. Mango, bananas, and crushed coconut. After a few minutes of mixing the brew and as Jetlia was done talking the girls came out with the stuff. Using ladles the girls gave it to the boys who gulped it down in great thirst on an empty stomach so it would be absorbed swiftly. Leading the tired scouts round the side of the main hut the girls allowed the boys to urinate before tucking them in. Then shoes were removed and piled under a hut.

Three cages and 14 boys, the four biggest boys were put in one cage and five in the others. The cages were made of bamboo and four feet high so the scouts had to stoop. The ground was covered in large thick fresh leafs that softened the ground. The boys were led in with hands still tied. To make it worse the cord attached to the testicles were tied to the side of the cage. The girls did not want the boys to get any sleep. Tired weak boys obey better. The two girls who had missed the raid stood watch over the boys while the rest of the troop had bunk beds and hammocks they retired to.

Next morning which was only three hours after the the cub scouts were locked into cages the sun came up. The heavy tropical sun beat down thru the trees at a shallow angle. Light stabbing through the holes in the foliage above. The boys could not even sit up lashed to the cage by the balls, they had to hold still. Many got a hard on from time to time during the night. The girls untied them completely both hands and balls when they were let out for a short time to stretch. Another round of fruit punch or puri potion as the amazons called it secretly. Then back in the cages to eat. Breakfast for the boys was a bowl of warm mush they had to eat with their fingers, just to degrade them further. “Animals don't get utensils.” The girls had several plates of fresh fruit for themselves and spring water. One hut with 5 brownies was still blacked out for those girls to sleep late. After a raid extra rest was always required. The captured boys would pick up the slack.

Boys stood in silence work as details were put together. Some boys were allowed shoes and began collecting wood. Others were led off into the jungle to small stands of fruit trees that had been planted and nurtured by the amazons for hundreds of years. A few were ordered to clean up the village area, they were issued wooden rakes. After raking the boys were given the bamboo to build two new cages. It seemed they had more boys then work, so three boys were tied up again and locked in the cages. They were let out every few hours to stretch, pee, and consume more fruit punch.

Freed up from gathering fruits and vegetables a few girls went to the river and fished off the end of the docks. Tanning themselves, adding to the brown color making it deeper, Jetlia and two other girls left to get more of the ingredients needed for the special brew. The extracts from various plants, flowers and a type of snake and toads were needed quickly. Netting so many boys would drain the supply which was for 5 boys for one month. Now they had 14 thirsty mouths. The queen would return later that day loaded with the raw materials to chemically control a boy's most basic instincts for a month.

It would take a week for the fruit mix to take full effect, till then the brownies had to be very harsh with the cub scouts. Slapping was routine and not gentle, girls would hold the boys hair with one hand and slap viciously with the other, using the backside of her hand to. Even a cross look from a boy would get him at least 5 smacks. Slapping served a variety of purposes. Pain of course to correct wrong behavior, intimidation to subjugate the males, humiliate the boys in front of others. It also helped the girls by re-enforcing female natural superiority within their own minds. Adding to the psychological advantage the brownies already enjoyed. All this would help erode the boy's self worth and make him easier to control. Whipping was rare, the males learned to keep quiet very fast. Raising their hands was a trait already taught to them by other females so boys took to that easy.

Structure and routine was needed to tame the boys. Jetlia drew up a schedule for the boys listing all the chores that had to be done so the village could function smoothly. The younger girls would make sure everything got done. After a few days some of the cub scouts were already falling into line. They were all too scared to run off into the jungle. Far too many predators would make an easy meal of a naked nine year old boy. Except for the sneakers, no one wanted to see a Jaguar crap out a pair Keds. (Hey no air Jordan's in 1958, now that's a pile of crap I'd like to see.)

Besides the girls were all so pretty, that alone had some boys OK with their capture. All the boys had whispered to each other in the cages how attractive the girls were. Cute faces and button noses. All had the Amazon knack for fitness. Trim, well muscled, nimble, tanned, rested and ready. Clean to, the girls took daily baths. A small feeder stream ran a 100 feet from the camp. The brownies had dammed up a small section and created a bathing pool for themselves. After a hard days work the boys were allowed to use it. Smelly cub scouts were the last thing the girls wanted. In small groups the boys were escorted up a short trail and given 10 minutes to cool and clean themselves in the jungle stream. The girls watched grinning at the shrinkage. “It's like a little turtle head ducking inside its shell.” On girl said pointing to 9C. All the girls laughed. “Don't cover up.” She added a moment later. The boys had to fight their modesty and obey. Which they did, reluctantly for now. In two weeks none of the boys would be covering up their privates. The girls programming would be that effective. For now the girls would have to keep the pressure on.

Little Jungle Girls Part 2 The Pit

Morning came early the third day. At least the boys were no longer tied up when put to bed. With three boys in a cage they could they could stretch out and be more comfortable. So they finally had a good nights sleep, being exhausted helped. The brownies gave them hot tea for breakfast to help warm the boys. It had been chilly during the night. It would get the colder the girls knew. They wondered what would happen when the naked boys huddle together for warmth during the night. Especially if the amazons could lite the boys sexual fuse first.

Quickly after eating work details were organized. Most of the cub scouts were put to gathering food. Three stayed behind to clean up the camp and re-line the cages with fresh leaves. It was during the clean up that they learned what the pit was for. As they raked and picked up things two brownies were in the pit wrestling. The boys watched for a minute before they were ordered to get back to work. This was no slap and tickle grappling. The girls were really going after each other. Trying to pin the other down or force a submission. Their tight little muscled bodies rolling over each other. Each girl using maximum effort to win. Both 8 year old's had dirt smeared on their legs and elsewhere. A third older amazon was the referee. The two little battlers fought to a draw till the ref called time. By then the boys were ushered around the back of the main hut.

One scout 9d raised his hand. The brownie watching them let him talk. “Do you girls fight that hard all the time?” He asked meekly.

“Of course, we are Amazons. We are trained in many types of combat. Wrestling is just one. You boys will be in the pit tonight. “ She informed them.

After raising his hand again, “Fighting each other?” he asked glumly.

“No with one of us. Just wait till the black widow gets her hands on you. Enough talk.” She laughed and snapped her fingers at the ground and back to raking they went. The scouts looked at each other for a second and swallowed hard. It did not sound good. They returned to policing the area. After a short rest the two brownies returned to grappling. But the ref had turned into a coach and began teaching new moves and variations. The younger girls picked it up quickly and practiced the moves with each other. The coach correcting any mistakes.

Creating a routine for the boys to get use to the gathering parties began returning in the late afternoon. A rest and bathing followed, then dinner. Tonight it was monkey fillets in a mango sauce with hog plum pudding for dessert. Nearing sunset before the scouts were returned to the cage. Jetlia made a short speech. Praising the boys for not trying to escape and working hard.. If they continued the good behavior she would relax the no talking for one hour after your caged for the night. “But only if you talk quietly. Some amazons will be asleep already and if your loud voices wakes any of us their will be whippings. Been a long time since we tied a boy over his cage gave him 50 lashes. I don't think it will come that, but you have been warned. Now to your cages except.” Jetlia singles out the three oldest boys and told them to go to the pit. They would be practice targets for tonight. It had been months since she had seen the tiki in use.

Once all the younger boys had been safely caged the three oldest were sat at the edge of a 20 foot in diameter pit. It was only a foot deep and had a dirt bottom. Almost all the brownies were standing around the pit like some spectacle was about to transpire. Only the queen was seated on a chair befitting her status, and the three boys who sat crossed leg at the edge of the pit opposite her. Big Betty addressed the boys. Betty was 11 and was not fat but had strong wide hips and thickly muscled thighs. She was not tall had broad shoulders and a powerful frame. She had the girlish hourglass figure just not as pronounced as most girls. After Jetlia she had the biggest boobs in the entire troop despite girls who were more then 2 years older. “Any of you have wrestling experience?” She asked. One boy 11A lifted his hand and nodded. “Very will you will wrestle first.” She motioned for him to stand and step into the pit. God was all he thought. This brute was going to wreck him she was built like a tank. Then a second girl also entered the pit. “This is Morgan or as we call her black widow. Cause she seems to consume her prey once done with it.” Many girls laughed, 11A looked around apprehensively. He did not see any friendly faces.

Morgan was 10 and thin with short dark hair. She moved confidently. In wrestling only Jetlia had beaten her. The girl was incredibly fast and stronger then she looked. Girls muscles are more dense then boys so pound for pound they are naturally stronger. This changes with puberty when male hormones kick in. These were amazon girls and because of genetics their muscles were even denser then the typical plodding female. Betty had them face off in the center, shake hands and told them no kicking punching or crotch grabbing. “but biting is OK.” She laughed and said, “Just kidding, no biting.” She glared at the cub scout who nodded. “START.” Betty called out and stepped back to give her sister more room.

Both leaned into a fighting stance and circled for a moment then stepped closer to lock arms. He lunged for her leg trying to grab it put her on her back. Morgan leaned on his back and wrapped her arms about his waist, then stretched her legs to break his grip. It worked and she tried to slide around to his side, however he sat down quickly and rolled away up to his feet. She lost her hold and the two faced off again. So he did have wrestling experience, he knew the sit down escape. Well she knew the counter and hoped he'd try it once more.

Wanting to lure him in again she showed some leg, enough for him to lunge at again. This time he got both hands around her left thigh and tried to pull her leg in. Morgan leaned on his back heavily and wrapped her arms around his waist. Pushing down on his head with her hips and stretching out her legs broke the grip. She slipped to his side and he repeated his sit down move. The black widow clothes lined him with her right arm spinning him over onto hands and knees. Pressing her belly into his side the boy tried to stand and straightened up his legs. In a blink she wrapped her right leg around his left leg and collapsed it forcing him back down on all fours. Sliding her belly over his back she put her left hand on the back of his head and pressed the boy's face into the dirt. He tried to hook her right leg, but she posted it out too far.

Reaching with her right hand she got it behind his other knee. Letting go of his head the brownie clasped her hands together with the gable grip and pulled his knee in tight then slipping her belly down his back the girl rolled the boy over using all her strength to get him on his shoulders and legs split wide in the air. He fought her wanting to use his hips to pivot but she was way too strong and splayed his legs wide crunching down the core of his body. Using his own weight to pin him down. In a few seconds she had is toes touching the dirt over his head. He yelled out as she pried his legs wider threatening to rip his legs off or at least dislocate them both. “Stop fighting me, submit and hold still.” Morgan ordered. He kept on struggling so she added more leg muscle pulling his hamstring to the brink. “Stop you dummy. Don't make me hurt you.” With her belly in the small of his back keeping his ass elevated she pulled more on his legs. The boys arms flailed about but could do nothing. Then she reached his breaking point and he ceased all movement. Laying back he went limp for her. Morgan felt his surrender immediately and steadied her position.

Betty slapped the ground three times and called a winner. The rest of the girls had foot long sticks in their hands and began to hit them together and chant. “Tiki, tiki, tiki.” In soft voices. The two boys watching could not believe how fast their friend had been pinned and now the chanting. Neither knew what to think. But their guts were screaming, this is bad.

After the three count 11A had expected to be let go but Morgan seemed to tighten her hold. Morgan said, “Now take your right arm stretch it out and palm down.” He did it very nervously. “As I lift my shoulder you slide your arm under me far at it can go.” She pulled on his legs to force compliance, then laid her side atop his arm. The rest of the girls continued the chanting, “Tiki tiki tiki.” and tapping the sticks together. “Now your other arm lift it up and put it against my calf.” Reluctantly he obeyed her. A second later she lifted her left leg crossed her ankles and trapped his arm in a scissor hold, now he was owned, with his naked butt high into the air almost like a sacrifice to the tiki gods.

Next another girl walked into the pit. The chorus of girls saying tiki tiki tiki when on in soft voices, so soft the boys in the cages could hear something but not make out what was being said. This girl, Emzaden was 9 and had witnessed this ceremony a bunch of times but never actually did it. In her left hand was a coconut with the top cut off. In her right was the wooden tiki, idol a foot long of polished wood carved with symbols of their gods. Slowly she walked over to the held down cub scout, his ass splayed for the moon to see. She dipped the tiki into the coconut oil and slowly withdrew it. Holding it up high so everyone could see the oil drip down the polished wood in the flickering torch light. She handed the oil filled coconut to Betty who stepped back. All eyes glued to the glistening woody.

Emzaden got close enough to look down at the boys face which betrayed his fear. Then he saw the tiki for the first time. “Hold still and let me take you.” She ordered firmly. He realized she was going to fuck his ass with that bully club. He began struggling anew. She cracked him in the balls with the round smooth head of it. He howled in pain. The other scouts winced and for a second both their balls ached with sympathy pain. “Hold still.” She repeated with a mean voice. Taking it up the ass could not possibly hurt more then this. He commanded his body to stop moving, it worked cept for his quivering toes. The amazon smiled and slipped the tiki into the crack of his ass wiping off the excess oil. In this spladdle hold his butt crack was pulled wide and she could plainly see his puckering sphincter, cherry red and waiting to be deflowered.

Rubbing the helmet like head of the tiki into his butt the girl twisted it trying to force it inside. God he has one tight ass she thought ever spread eagle like he was. She'd just have to use more muscle. Grinding the tiki head into the boy she leaned into the penetration. Rotating it and getting a slight angle did the trick. Two inches disappeared into 11A. All the girls stopped tapping the sticks and shouted loudly, “TIKI!!” Then many laughed and hugged, another boy taken.

Holding the tiki still Emzaden watched the oil run down the idol and right into his now open butt adding more lubricate. She smiled knowing it would be easy to subjugate him now. She drove another two inches inside. Surprised at how little effort it took to fuck an older boy. The smile she wore was growing, enthralled in the power of the moment. Now she felt like an amazon warrior and stood a little taller, while she pushed more into the boy. Then slowly pulled it back but not out, and rammed it home harder making the boy squeal. She giggled this was fun. Moving her arm the brownie jammed the tiki back in, then out. Each time it got easier so she went faster and twisted the idol inside the boy when it was deep. He squirmed a little but black widow had him wrapped up tightly and it would not be long till he accepted his fate and kept mostly still. His toes continued wiggling like crazy.

After just a couple of minutes it happened. The penis began to grow, Betty noticed first and nodded to Jetlia who craned her neck to see. Emzaden saw it happen to as she increased the tempo of her arm. They told her this would happen. The cub scout tried to will his cock to stop but failed, no he was getting rock hard in front of an audience of little girls. Mortified, the boy wanted to panic, to run, anything but he was held by all four limbs on his head. The boy cock inflated fast, just seconds and it was at full size almost five inches long and hairless. Everyone watched his dick waving in the wind almost like it was waving good-bye. Smiling Jetlia pulled out the sharp knife on her belt.... Cat like she stabbed the fruit tray next to her and came away with a mango which she began to carve up and eat.

Emzaden put her left hand on his butt cheek and upped the tempo of the tiki idol. She looked down at his face all contorted and confused. He looked up at her cute smiling face, they locked gazes. She told him to relax, and the tension seemed to drain from his body. He began to think this was the most beautiful girl he'd ever seen. Like some kind of charm spell was at work. She leaned into the fucking of his ass and moved the tiki around to take him from different angles. For a good five minutes he suffered this indignity while the girls were making crude comments. Mostly about how weak boys are.

For the next phase Betty held up the coconut and Emzaden dipped her fingers into the oil, then wrapped her small hand around his cock and squeezed it hard. “Relax.” She told him again. The stroking started up, the coconut oil made a fine lube and he was well greased now. The boy had only jerked off once, a week ago while looking at a dirty magazine he found. Not sure if he wanted this he struggled more but could move little more then his heads. The soft warm hand was taking over his mind. Squeezing all the resistance out of him. “Relax.” She repeated tilting her head trying to capture his eyes again. It worked the scout stared up at her and let his body go cottony for her. The girl smiled back at him as a reward. This control of males was so powerful and filled her with an energy unlike any other.

It did not take long for the virgin to cum. Especially if he is becoming enthralled by a girl. Emzaden had been told about pre cum and was expecting it. Betty moved to get a better view and motioned for the younger girls to step closer but quietly. No one wanted to break the spell of boy taming that brownies had been schooled in. Emzaden squeezed and jerked harder with her left and taking his ass with her right hand. It was important mentally for the boy to get use to cumming while he was getting ass fucked. It would make boys easier to rule. She tried to hold his eyes as long as she could, hopefully till he came. He seemed content to gaze up at her perfectly cute face. She stroked her scout again for the hundredth time at least. Then a white liquid oozed out of the tip of his hard dick. Just a few drops at first, the girl got a little on her hand and it made things even more slippery. For a flash she wondered what it might be like to taste it.

Emzaden nodded to all the amazons telling them the boy was very close. This prompted the young girls all the seven and eight year old to get even closer, the brownies stepped nearer being silent. They were all going to have to do this to a boy over the next few day. Just another phase in the indoctrination and subjugation of boys. It was all very scientific. She squeezed hard trying to crush his prick. The girl measuring the distance from the tip of his cock to his face. Brownies get promotion points for getting the cum on the boys face or better still his mouth. Just a little bit of night putting hoping for a hole in one.

Next he came, a long white ribbon of liquid sprayed from him like lightning. It arced over his head catching a girl on the thigh. The intense pressure that it came out at surprised the hell out of the girls. The eight year old squealed in surprise, looked at her leg and the white glue that clung to her for a moment, then started slowly dripping down her brown skin. Emzaden adjusted the angle she held his cock at and the second ribbon hit his throat and up his cheek. “Open your mouth and catch it.” She ordered harshly while leaning over to get her face closer. Obeying he looked up mouth open. This one hit the mark right on the tonsils. The boys hips twitched little as he came again so she did not get all of the last load in his mouth. A little shot up his nose, making him sneeze. Then one last small shot of cum that sprayed on his chest. She milked him getting plenty more to flow and ooze out in her hand. Out came the tiki a second later. She held it high in the air. One last shout from everyone 'Tiki.” Plus they tapped their sticks together for a moment.

With her hand coated in cum and coconut oil, Emzaden walked around the spladded boy and knelt next to his head. She put her hand on his lips and told him to lick her hand clean. He hesitated but did it. Licking her fingers and palm. It tasted of warm salty coconut, which was not bad. For a full minute he worshiped the hand that had jerked him off. Sucking her tiny fingers into his mouth to get every drop. Once clean she reached over used two fingers to wipe the cum off her sisters leg and put that in his mouth as well. Then she did the same to the cum that splattered on his chest and throat. By now he was happy to clean her hand, or anything else she wanted. Still his toes curled from the sexual release.

Everyone stepped back and black widow released her prey, rolling away and up to her feet. Some of the girls hugged her for a job very well done. The crowd dispersed a little as the boy lay flat on his back in sexual shock still. His ass was sore from the tiki idol and his limbs stiff from being held under the tension for so long. He could barely move, altho his dick was still hard and skyward pointing. At last he could take a deep breath. The way his body had been all scrunched up made it impossible to expand his diaphragm muscle and inhale deeply. So the longer she had him down the weaker his body got. For a full minute he hardly moved, his mind still trying to assimilate what it had just experienced.

Big Betty came over to him with a bucket and put it next to his head. Then Emzaden placed the dirty tiki in the pale and said. “You need to clean the titki idol now.” She could see he was spent and pulled on his arm to sit the boy up. Getting on his knees next to the bucket he started cleaning the idol. The water was warm and had some suds, he used a cloth to wipe the thing. Half the brownies were eyeballing him closely so Jose was extra careful getting the cloth into the carvings. Holding it out for inspection, Betty grabbed it and told him to go back and sit down. He had trouble getting up so Emzaden held his arm as he wobbled back to his friends whose eyes were in total shock. Both wanted to say something, but knew they were about to suffer the same indignity so they shut up. One girl handed 11A a cup brimming with fruit punch. He sipped it slowly, as he watched.

Betty followed and stood in front of the two weblois and said. “Whose next?” She waved the tiki in front of them. The two scouts looked at each other, then pointed at each other. Betty laughed, “Very funny. OK you.” She picked the one that looked scared the most. It was 12B, he looked down with dread then up at black widow who was shaking her arms to get the circulation back. Damn, he got up slowly and walked to the middle of the pit. This was gunna suck, of course with all the girls crowded so tightly around as their sister began to jerk 11A, the boys were unable to see that part. So he at least had one pleasant surprise cumming.

The rest of the amazons cleared the pit and got their sticks ready. Jetlia nodded thinking this was all going off quite nicely. Her warriors were all very enthusiastic. The amazon teachings of their mothers was turning out to be very accurate in showing the weaknesses of boys. If the teachings of how to use those weaknesses against the boys was half as good then the boys were doomed. Morgan smiled another victim. Betty squared them off and called a start. This cub scout was less skilled at grappling and would get taken even faster. He knew what hold she was going to put him into, but he could not stop her. Getting him down on all fours and attacking from the side she slide one leg around his and her arms grabbed his other leg. This boy was bigger and stronger so she strained to roll him over on his head and shoulders. But the leverage was all to her advantage. Once on his head she splayed his legs wide and balanced the struggling male. Applying more leg pressure he felt the pain in his thighs and groin. God she was gunna rip him in half. “Stop fighting me.” She ordered. For a second he did and she tightened everything up on the kid. He grunted and thought Christ these girls are strong.

The rest of the brownies were tapping sticks and chanting again. The other boys in the cages were wondering what the hell is going on over there? One thing they were all sure of, it's not good. Betty called it a pin once more. The boy knew what was next. A 9 year old brownie named Tamara with short curly brown hair was handed the tiki and coconut oil. Smiling she soaked the tiki idol in the oil twirling it around getting extra thick coating. She wiped some of the excess along his butt crack giving him a moment of anticipation. Looking up the boy was so scared he knew it was gunna hurt from the scream his friend let out. He saw a cute innocent face smiling down at him then crack him in the balls hard with the idol. As he screamed she used the distraction to jam the tip in. Getting all her muscle into the action his ass could only fight her off for a second or two then with a twisting motion the wood idol was pushed half way in. Another cry of distress as his pain grew intensely and over a larger area.

Putting her knee into the small of his back and left hand on his butt to steady him, she began fucking his ass fast and deep. In a few seconds she was at blazing speed. Looking at his contorted face she said, “You're 12, you can take it.” Tamara giggled she felt so strong hammering away, subjugating a male who will serve her sisters. She punched his balls but not too hard. His nuts throbbed and ached more then ever before. It took longer for him to get hard then the first boy but it did happen. So enthralled by her dominance she did not touch his pecker for a good five minutes. By the time she did his body had absorbed hundreds of stabs from the tiki. Some girls began to crowd around wanting to see it again. Oh girl, this was going to be so cool.

Exhausted 12B laid back letting himself get taken by a younger girl. Little else he could do. Then she used the oil again and grabbed his cock jerking it violently in every direction. It felt good till she let go and punched his testicles. “Give me that load, I'll squeeze it out or punch it out. Up to you.” Her tone was mean like talking to a bad dog. She returned to stroking him and using her all her hand strength to make him soft again. It did not work, cept for the boy who moaned at last from her small hand. That means he is close Tamara thought, she increased the tempo of both hands making his body quiver. Stringing him along that line betwixt pain and pleasure. Morgan trying not to laugh focused on the hold she had him in and made just a tiny bit tight, pulling his ligaments even further.

Trapped in this bondage of flesh and mentally beaten he let go a load of sperm. Tamara could feel the tension in his body and the pre-cum she lowered the angle of his prick not wanting to hit her sister with any stray jize. The first wad was a thick line up his belly and chest. Compressing his cock choked off the orgasm and she adjusted the dick cannon. “Open up wider.” She ordered, which he did instinctively. By loosening her hold he put out another longer spray of seamen. This glue she let fly, closed his fucking eye. It also glazed his face some getting passed his lips. Then a third streamer leapt from his loins with most catching his open mouth. Milking a bit more out she filled her hand with cum and withdrew the tiki getting a shout from the other girls.

Walking around the boy she knelt on one knee like Emzaden near the boys head and told him to swallow and clean her hand. He balked so she tapped lightly tiki to balls giving him a harsh look. He began licking her hand clean. It was filled with warm coconut flavored cum. Getting his lips on her hand he sucked in the white liquid, almost greedily. Sucking her tiny fingers into his mouth and wrap his tongue around them. Once clean she began to herd the cum sliding down his chin and cheeks toward his mouth. Gently she wiped out his eye socket, saying hold still. Slowly he opened his eye and he could see clearly now the cum is gone. “Look into my eyes.” She said while gathering more cum off his chest and belly having the boy ingest it. He stared up into her beautiful brown eyes, the adorable nose, cute smile and dimpled cheeks. He could feel himself falling under her control, and wanted nothing else.

With the last of the cum clean Tamara stood up and black widow laughed as she released another tamed boy. After catching his breath he scrubbed the tiki clean for the next girl to handle. The last boy watched in great fear, he was next. “No.” 12A shouted and jumped up. He elbowed a girl out of his way and ran off. All the amazons turned to look. One ten year old pulled the bola from her belt, stepped toward the boy and swung the weapon over her head. After just two twirls she let it go. The boy was just getting up to full speed and turned his head to look back. Seeing no one chasing him, he was about to smile when the bola caught him at the knees tying them together in a heart beat. Down on his face he hit so hard it almost knocked him out. Dazed and confused two girls ran over and grabbed his legs dragging him back to the center of the pit.

Betty put her foot on his chest holding him down. Turned to Jetlia, “A clear infraction my queen. What is your judgment.” Jetlia looked at the girl who had been struck during the escape attempt. The girl was unhurt but next time??

Pausing the teen queen stood up. Called the three youngest forth. All the girls were almost eight and jumped to get in front of their queen. “You three shall hold him down and using the fat Budda tiki you will each take him in turn.”

The three girls jumped him at once, Betty got back. Still foggy of brain and legs tied he couldn't fight back. Two girls took one arm each and stretched it out then put both knees on the arm pinning his upper body. The third lifted his legs and untied them. The two brownies each took a leg and held them spread eagle, tucking the leg under her arm. Nude butt on display again. Betty came back with the Budda tiki. Fat Budda is a happy Budda. This tiki was twice the thickness of the first, it barely fit in the coconut oil cup. Still she took the first tiki and used it to loosen up the stupid tight ass. After half minute of the first tiki she twisted in the second one and made the boy howl loud enough to scare the animals away. On girl hand gagged him and they both giggled at him and pressed his legs down till his toes touched the dirt. He could feel his legs getting ripped from the sockets. He had to relax his body it was the only way to avoid serious injury. All three girls felt him get soft under their control and felt a serge of power. This is what it is to be an amazon warrior they all thought and leaned into their task.

The boy cock got hard after a minute or two of the fat Budda tiki. But none of the girls touched it. He would get no satisfaction, and this time when the girls got close they made sure the other two boys could see the punishment. There was no chanting or stick tapping this time. After five minutes two girls switched positions and the drilling with coconut oil continued. Twisting and pounding the wooden idol was making the scout delirious he could hardly move. Then the last seven year old had her chance. She was less gentle then the first two and pushed it in deeper getting her back into the motion. Half ready to pass out from the small hand over his mouth the boy's cock got soft, took a minute to deflate almost entirely. How mortifying? Many girls pointed and laughed like Nelson Muntz, “Ha Ha!!”

The girl handling the tiki was not sure what to do, no one warned her about this. She looked at Jetlia and shrugged. Betty leaned in and whispered. “Jerk it, if it gets hard let go. If it stays soft keep tugging, that makes him gay or impotent at 12.” The two laughed. The young girl ran her free hand over his balls and cock. She never had touched either till now, both were soft and warm. She squeezed his cock and yanked on it like her sisters had just done. Smirking she looked down at the boy almost twice her age and drilled the fat Budda in some more. Her strong little fingers crushed his cock and rolled it back and forth. It stayed soft much to the boys horror, no. Seeing his manhood malfunction energized the two holding him down and they leaned more into their restraint. His body yielded even more getting scrunched down and split wider.

The tiki pounding his insides was driving him to mental and physical submission. He tried to think of those dirty magazines he had seen a few months ago but the pain was too distracting and his soft dick preyed upon his ego. She kept pulling on his soft meat, wiggling it like a wet noodle, holding the tip up and showing all the girls who laughed at the half boy. A pretty girl playing with his dick was not stimulation enough. Consumed with shame and humiliated he shrank inside and allowed the girls to own his soul. As worthless as it was he thought. After ten minutes of pulling on it everyone could tell it was not working, sucks to be 12A. Then Betty told them to finish the boy. The two holding him down each put a hand over his mouth smothering the boy. It surprised him and they pressed down keeping their little fingers tight while using their arm strength keep his head still. With nothing left he passed out quickly and his body got as soft as his cock. They let go and he unfolded laying perfectly still, cept for his tummy raising. They had the other boys carry their fellow scout back to the cage and the three were locked in for the night.

Part 3 coming soon to a computer screen you own.

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