Taken by the Jungle

by Adrian Blue

  Taken by the Jungle

  By

  Adrian Blue

  © Copyright 2016, Adrian Blue, All Rights Reserved

  Chapter One

  Sasha whimpered in terror, as her kidnappers drove her deeper into the jungle. Tape bound her hands in front of her and lashed her ankles together. The old truck bounced and squeaked with every bump in the dirt path, the truck bed jarring her hip and shoulder each time they hit a rough patch. Sasha’s eyes darted up to look in the back window of the cab.

  Her two kidnappers chatted to each other, both men acting like taking a woman off the street was a normal activity for them. Maybe, it was. Sasha shivered at the thought. All she knew was that she had to get away from them. They had left the lights of the city behind what felt like hours ago. Any hope of being rescued was gone. She would have to help herself.

  Sasha ducked her head to pull at the tape with her teeth. If she could just get her hands free, she could unwind the tape from her ankles and make a run for it. With the thick jungle pressing in on all sides, they would never find her once she left the road. If she could hide from them long enough, maybe she could follow the road after they left.

  She tugged harder on the tape. Finally, her teeth freed the edge and the long strip began to unwind. Once her wrists were free, she pulled her legs up to work on her ankles. Her gaze stayed on her kidnappers, as they drove deeper into the jungle. By the time she was free, the truck was slowing to a stop.

  Sasha silently slipped over the edge of the truck bed, falling to the ground and rolling into the underbrush. She was up on her feet before their doors opened. She heard an angry yell as she raced into the jungle, sticks and leaves slapping at her as she ran. She winced at each slap, but her frantic pace was moving her further from the yelling.

  She slowed when she could not hear the men anymore. Sasha scanned the jungle around her, suddenly realizing the gravity of the situation. She was alone in a jungle full of dangerous creatures. She had no food or water, and it would be dark in a few hours. Even in the proper attire, which was not the club wear she had on, it would be difficult to make it back to the city.

  The jungle looked the same in every direction. A sea of green that hid thousands of dangerous creatures. Between the snakes, jaguars, and caiman, she would be lucky to last more than a few hours. She needed a safe place to hide. Sasha wandered forward through the dense undergrowth.

  Her heeled boots were killing her feet after only twenty minutes and her black tights were sliced beyond repair. Her leather mini-dress gave her almost no protection from the insects, as she struggled forward. Her heels sunk into the damp earth with each step, threatening to twist her ankle. That would take her from a dangerous situation to near certain death.

  She would only make it if she was healthy and uninjured. Even then, she was not unrealistic about her chances. Sasha swatted at the mosquitos swarming her. She looked up at the trees around her. Maybe, it would be safer for her to climb one of them. It would give her a small amount of protection.

  Suddenly, the jungle erupted with the sound of howler monkeys. There was a loud snarl and an animal screamed. Sasha looked around with wide eyes. Was that a jaguar? She ran through the trees away from the screaming. The monkeys were deafening in their alarm, drowning out the death cries of their fallen troop member.

  Sasha stumbled through the jungle until she reached a small clearing. A massive tree sat at the center of the circle, several knots and branches placed perfectly for climbing. Sasha eyed the tree suspiciously. Nothing in the jungle was harmless. A tree that nothing else would grow near set off red flags in her mind.

  She could smell water from where she was, proving the area should have been overrun with animals. There was no movement anywhere around her. The jungle seemed dead in a twenty foot circle around the tree. She was about to turn away when the bushes rustled behind her.

  Sasha slowly looked back over her shoulder, as a large jaguar slunk out of the brush. Its eyes were fastened on her, blood from its last kill still staining the fur around its mouth. Sasha backed toward the strange tree. The jaguar took a step forward with each step she took backwards. A growl rumbled up from its chest.

  Heart pounding, Sasha’s back hit the tree trunk and she spun to face it. As she pulled herself up into the lower branches of the tree, the jaguar was right behind her. It was going to catch her. There was no way she could out climb the large cat.

  Sasha cringed into the tree trunk and closed her eyes. She could hear the scrape of the jaguar’s claws just a few feet below her. Any moment, it would grab her leg and pull her down. She pulled her legs up to her chest and clung to the branch. There was a deafening crack, a pained yowl, and then silence.

  Sasha slowly opened her eyes and looked down. There was no sign of the hungry jaguar. The tree trunk held deep grooves where its claws had been, but the jaguar was nowhere to be seen. Sasha uncurled from her fetal position and looked all around. The clearing was as empty as it had been when she arrived.

  Relief flooded her. She started to climb down when something hissed. Sasha jerked her head around to see several black caiman appear from the direction of the unseen river. The alligators were huge, easily three times as long as she was tall. As she watched, they circled the trunk of the tree, digging in the sandy soil.

  At the appearance of the first egg, Sasha cursed her luck. The tree was in the center of the caimans’ nesting ground. She had no choice but to wait them out. When the huge reptiles returned to the river, she could climb down and try to find the road. It was her only chance at reaching civilization.

  Sasha relaxed against the sturdy tree trunk and settled in to watch the caiman.

  Chapter Two

  She woke when she started to slip. Sasha’s eyes snapped open and she fumbled to save herself. The ground was still covered in caiman, all of them noticing her presence at the same time. As her body tilted out over the mass of hungry reptiles, Sasha screamed in terror and squeezed her eyes closed.

  Something wrapped around her waist to stop her fall, suspending her in midair. Her eyes popped open and she stared in confusion as the ground retreated. Something lifted her higher into the tree, hiding her amongst the foliage. When she was secure on a branch again, Sasha looked down at what held her.

  A vine? She frowned in confusion. She scanned the nearby branches to see the tree had far more vines than she had realized. Everywhere she looked, vines coiled around branches and hung from limbs. The one thing she did not see was someone who controlled the vine around her waist.

  Someone had to have manipulated it to save her. Vines did not move on their own. Sasha tugged at the vine hugging her waist, expecting it to fall away. It seemed to coil tighter. She jerked harder on it. It did not budge.

  The vines hanging from the branch above her began to sway. Their movement was almost hypnotic. Her hands fell away from the vine around her waist, as she watched the sinuous movements of the vines. She suddenly froze, the daze falling away, as she realized there was no wind. The vines were moving on their own.

  Sasha scrambled toward the tree trunk, but the vine jerked her into the air. She screamed as dozens of vines came alive all at once. Like something from a nightmare, the smooth, green vines tangled around her. They bound her wrists and ankles and suspended her over the hungry caiman.

  Sasha stopped struggling immediately. If the vines lost their grip she would fall to her death. She stayed still, barely breathing, as more of the vines wrapped around her, cradling her prone body. The vines wiggled against her through her clothes, pressing and tugging as if they wanted to reach her skin.

  They quickly found the tears in her tights and squirmed through the gaps, stroking over her skin. Sasha twitched at the oddly pleasant feeling.
As the vine explored the back of her knee, several more stroked up her inner thighs. They slid under her skirt and prodded at the seam of her tights. Sasha gasped.

  There was nothing but the thin fabric of her panties and tights to keep the vines from her most intimate areas. She tried to press her legs together, but the vines were not finished exploring. She heard a loud rip, and then the vines were slithering over her panties. Sasha stared down at the ground with wide eyes.

  Oh, God! What if they figured out there was something under her panties? The vine stroking the back of her knee, slid up her leg to explore the edge of her panties. In a matter of seconds, it slipped under the hem. Sasha sucked in a sharp breath, as it wandered over the smooth skin of her hip and across to her lower back.

  The ones prodding at her panties pressed harder. The pressure landed directly on her clit and she jerked in surprised pleasure. The vines all paused, as if cataloguing her reaction. The one on her lower back slowly slid down to trail between her cheeks. Sasha yelped and tried to squirm away.

  The vines held her tighter. As the vine found her back entrance, the others located the edge of her panties. They shoved the fabric aside to squirm over her dampening folds. Sasha’s heart pounded in a combination of terror and anticipation, as the vines slowly explored her pussy. She cried out at the first touch to her clit.

  The sound seemed to act as a catalyst, as a vine pressed into her virgin back passage at the same time another slid into her virgin pussy. Sasha squeezed her eyes closed, gasping in pleasure and jerking in her bonds as the vines wiggled inside her. Another vine nudged at her swollen clit curiously.

  Sasha whined and jerked her hips. It pressed the vines deeper into her body and encouraged the others to explore. Vines slid up under her dress to slither over her breasts. They tickled at her nipples, sending jolts of pleasure down between her legs. The vines inside her stroked over her inner walls, learning her body.

  She shook at the pleasure of it. A vine curled around her clit to tease the tip of the swollen nub. Sasha whined at the intensity of the pleasure, squirming in the unbreakable grasp of the vines. Vines tugged at her hard nipples, as one wrapped loosely around her neck.

  Her next moan was muffled, as a vine slid into her mouth to stroke over her tongue curiously. A second thin vine slipped into her tight back passage, twinning around the one already inside her. Sasha’s mouth fell open in a cry of pleasure. The smooth vines slid in and out of her tight entrance, the friction making her pussy clench and drip.

  She arched in the vines, spreading her legs further apart. A pencil thin vine wrapped around her clit to milk the little nub. Sasha’s body convulsed at the shock of pleasure and she gasped for breath. Sweat slicked her skin, as the pleasure increased. Her nipples were pleasantly sore from the teasing of the vines, tingling with each gentle touch.

  A third vine slid into her back passage. It spread her wide, plundering her virgin body. Her clit throbbed and Sasha cried out helplessly as the pleasure peaked. She shuddered hard, wetness dripping from her pussy as she came and drenched the vines. They held her tighter as she shook, moaning continuously, as the stimulation continued.

  Chapter Three

  Tremors went through her and she moaned weakly, as the vine in her pussy slid out. The rest of the vines continued their pleasurable torment, drawing weak cries from her. Her clit was oversensitive and throbbing. Every light touch made her back arch in ecstasy.

  The vines on her breasts gently massaged the soft flesh and slid over and around her nipples, sending sparks of pleasure down between her legs. Her pussy felt soaked and painfully empty compared to the fullness in her back passage. The vines slid in and out of her virgin tightness, every thrust making her gasp in pleasure.

  Eyes closed in ecstasy, it took her a moment to realize she was being lifted higher into the tree. When she opened her eyes, she was hovering over a wide branch. It was covered in satiny smooth bark and it seemed to glisten with some kind of sap. In the middle of the branch, just beneath her, there was a rounded knob.

  It pointed up toward the sky, as wide as her wrist and nearly as long as her forearm. The vines holding her slowly tipped her until her legs fell on either side of the branch, her soaked pussy directly over the knob. Sasha’s eyes widened. She shook her head in denial.

  It was too big. It would never fit. She jerked at the vines on her wrists, as they slowly lowered her toward the slick knob. The cool wood nudged her entrance and Sasha arched as it spread her virgin pussy to slide inside. Her breathing hitched as the tree entered her inch by inch.

  It was thick and hard inside her, cooled from the evening air. She felt every bit of it, as the vines lowered her helpless body onto the huge knob. The vine on her clit tugged at the swollen nub, making her pussy clamp down on the thickness. Sasha groaned, throwing her head back to stare up at the branches above her.

  Finally, all of the knob was inside her. She shuddered at the fullness, her pussy trying in vain to clench down on the massive size of it. The branch beneath her was soaked with her arousal, the vines in her back passage and the one rubbing her clit wet with her juices. Sasha experimentally rocked her hips.

  She gasped in pleasure as the huge knob moved inside her. After taking a moment to regain her breath, she did it again. It felt even better the second time. She rocked her hips faster, squeezing the wide branch with her slim thighs. The bark slid over her wet skin as the vines in her back passage slowly resumed their movement. She cried out at the dual sensations of being filled in both entrances.

  “Yes!” she gasped out.

  Vines slithered around her thighs to lift her several inches before dropping her back down. She screamed at the pleasure of it, jerking at the vines for more. They lifted her again, causing the knob to slide out of her and then plunge back in. Her pussy gushed and she jerked her hips, as the vines repeated the movement over and over.

  The vines bounced her on the thick knob, the wet sounds of her aroused pussy drowned out by her pleasured screams. She forgot about her kidnappers, the danger of the jungle, everything but the ecstasy surging through her veins. The vines in her back passage plunged into her in unison with the knob in her pussy, driving her toward a devastating orgasm.

  She screamed and cried, her body clenching and her clit throbbing. Her heaving breasts were lovingly cradled by the vines, as they plucked at her puffy nipples. Every inch of her body was stroked and caressed. All of it drove her closer to the edge. She could not think of anything but the rising pleasure.

  Sasha struggled to take the knob deeper. She wanted it faster, harder. Her body cried out to take everything the tree could give her. The vine around her neck caressed her throat, as a vine snuck between her lips. She sucked at it, moaning around the squirming tendril. Heat flared between her thighs, as the vines spread her legs further apart to allow the knob to thrust deeper inside her.

  Tears of ecstasy rolled down her cheeks. With a muffled scream, her body went tense. Sasha screamed over and over as her climax rolled through her, her body pulsing in pleasure. The vine on her clit dragged the pleasure out until she could barely breathe. She was still shaking when the first spurt of coolness landed deep inside her.

  The vines held her in place as something gushed from the knob. It filled her up until it was leaking out around the thickness inside her. Sasha moaned at the odd pleasure of it. Her pussy fluttered, her inner muscles working more of the liquid out of the huge knob. The vines loosened their grip enough for her to reach down between her legs.

  The vine on her clit slid aside to let her touch her slick folds. Green sap covered her fingers. Sasha stared down at it in confusion. Why would the tree fill her with sap? She wasn’t a tree and ovulating or not, there was no way they could reproduce together. Right? The vines gently lifted her off the knob.

  Sasha moaned weakly as it popped out of her, followed by a gush of their combined juices. The vines cradled her close to the tree trunk, keeping her hips slightly elevated. It felt like lying in a hammock a
nd her body was still buzzing from the pleasure of being taken, but she could not get past the suspicions rising in her mind.

  Could a tree get her pregnant? It sure seemed to think so if the way several vines were gently stroking her flat belly were any indication. Horror and fascination warred with each other. Just as she was reaching down to touch her belly there was a disturbance on the jungle floor far below her.

  Sasha looked down at the sound of a masculine voice.

  “I know I heard a scream,” one of her kidnappers was saying.

  A moment later, the two men stumbled upon the clearing and both of them cursed loudly. The caiman hissed in anger at being disturbed, but it was not the alligators that attacked them. Dozens of vines shot out to grab the two men. They were not gentle as they had been with her. Immediately, the men began to scream and the air filled with the snap of bones.

  In seconds, the two men were reduced to bits of flesh and bone that were casually fed to the waiting caiman. Sasha stared in shock, confused at the drastically different reception she had gotten from the vines and relieved that her kidnappers were no longer a danger. She slowly relaxed back into the hold of the vines.

  As the sun slipped down past the tree line, Sasha yawned. Her body felt warm and sated in a way it never had before. She let her mind drift to thoughts of her small, empty apartment. No one in her apartment building would report her absence and with her parents gone, there was no one to miss her.

  The thought should have filled her with terror, but in the gentle embrace of the vines, she felt a strange sort of peace. She could stay in the clearing as long as she liked, letting the tree take her in any way it pleased. She shivered pleasantly at the thought. Sasha lay her hand over her belly and let her eyes drift shut. She fell asleep to the soft swaying of the vines.

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