Queen of the Jungle

By Fired Fighter

WARNING! This story contains language, violence, nudity and some other adult stuff. It's for MATURE viewing only!!! Do not read if you're easily shocked or offended.

Alika sped through the jungle, her lithe, well-muscled body gliding forward smoothly and effortlessly, weaving around gracefully as she made her way around, over and under the lush vegetation towards the place where the sound of a gunshot had come from. Her strides were long and purposeful, her eyes blazed and there was a cold, set expression on her beautiful face. It was obvious that she was angry, and all who knew her could tell that nothing good would befall the source of her wrath. They also knew that nothing good would befall those who got in her way – inadvertently or otherwise – and that’s why all inhabitants of the jungle prudently kept clear of her path. From ants to lions and gorillas to the native people – no one wanted to have to deal with Alika when she was angry. No one wanted to have to deal with her at any time. She was the Queen and Protector of the Jungle – quick, powerful and deadly and she would not hesitate to punish severely anyone who dared dispute her rule.

Seemingly increasing her speed with every second, Alika surged ahead, a low animal growl forming deep in her throat. She had no doubt who was shooting and why. She had seen the big boat with gleaming white sails in the harbor and knew its presence could only mean one thing. The white men were here again! Those pale-skinned, oddly-dressed brutes who killed any animal they saw with their fire-spitting weapons and who put her people in chains and took them to their big boats, never to be seen again. Alika knew all about them. It was because of them she was left an orphan, and raised by the wild animals in the jungle. They were the ones who, years ago, had slaughtered most people in her village, including her mother, the queen of the village, and taken those that were left alive, battered and shackled to their boat. Growing up, she had learned what happened to those who were taken, learned the meaning of the word “slave”. And the more she learned the more she began to resent and despise those white jackals, vowing to do all she can to put a stop to their evil deeds and drive them from her native land. She grew and so did her anger and so did her power. She became Alika of the Jungle – the daughter of a queen, now a queen herself, a figure of myth and legend, both respected and feared by all who inhabited the land, be they humans or animals. She also became the slave traders’ worst nightmare. None of those who had stood face to face with her would ever forget their meeting with the wrath of the Jungle in the form of the magnificent and powerful young woman, who was far more dangerous than even the most ferocious jungle animal they had ever seen. And even though most of them survived those encounters (Alika’s inherent magnanimity prevented her from killing any foe unless she absolutely had to), none of them ever returned to Africa, fleeing the land in terror and giving up on the slave trade, looking instead for a safer line of work. Still, Alika’s goal of putting an end to the trade was far from being accomplished. Those whom she had dealt with did not return, but in their place came others, just as cruel, greedy and ruthless, looking to bring misery and destruction to her beloved jungle.

They were here again now. She had already met several of them in the past few days and she knew those men would no longer even think of killing and enslaving, but there were still some out there that she had not been able to get to, as evident by the shot she had just heard. She knew the loud, sharp bang meant that yet another unfortunate jungle creature had been killed needlessly and she gnashed her teeth as she ran at full speed towards the clearing, in the middle of which she knew there was a small lake and where she would no doubt find both the victim and the culprit.

Not wanting to rush into being met with the barrel of a gun (and possibly more than just one) Alika slowed down her pace as she approached the end of the tree-line and then, with cat-like agility, climbed one of the trees. Surveying the clearing, her sharp black eyes widened in surprise. Mentally prepared for an encounter with slave traders and poachers, she had been expecting to find one or more of the scruffy-looking, burly white men she usually had to deal with. The person she saw, however, was neither burly, nor scruffy-looking, nor indeed a man, though the color of the skin was decidedly white.

It took Alika no more than a glance to appraise the situation. A large male leopard lay dead near the lake. A little further, the woman was walking towards the water with the obvious intention of going in. She was fully naked, her clothes strewn on the ground. She was also alone; there was no one else in the clearing. More importantly, she was unarmed at the moment. There was a short rifle in a holster on the side of the saddle of the chestnut horse which was tied to a shrub, but it was some distance away. That was all Alika needed to see and she was down from the tree and moving forward in an instant, covering ground rapidly and silently to get between the woman and the horse. The woman continued to walk towards the water, unaware of the danger that stalked her. Only when Alika was right behind her, almost able to touch her, did she sense another presence and turned around with a startled little squeal.

“Who are you? What are you doing here?” the woman asked breathlessly, her blue eyes wide and frightened as she instinctively folded one arm across her chest and put her other hand between her legs to cover herself.

She is scared, Alika noted, and that was understandable for a completely naked woman who had just been surprised by someone else while thinking that she is alone in an foreign and wild land. Perhaps the fact that Alika was obviously a woman herself helped the white girl to get over her initial shock. She was still frightened, but her face, which had turned deathly pale at the first sound and sight of the Queen of the Jungle, was now beginning to flush. The flush was one of anger, not embarrassment. The woman was no longer shielding herself with her arms and hands, but stood brazenly and shamelessly exposed, her nude body gleaming in the sun as she glared at Alika.

“Who are you? Speak!” she demanded again, her voice still a little unsteady.

This was the first time Alika was seeing a white woman and she looked at the stranger with curiosity. The girl was young and very beautiful. A little above average height, she carried her taut, fully developed body proudly erect, shoulders square, chest thrust out. She had long, well-shaped legs that flared into generous, sturdy hips below a narrow waist and a flat, firm belly. Her magnificent breasts jutted out of her chest, large and firm, their upswept slopes capped with a pair of stiff, pink nipples the size of a miracle fruit berries. What especially caught Alika’s attention were the silky, golden hair which cascaded down the girl’s back all the way to her waist, the bright blue eyes and the soft, smooth alabaster skin – all things that Alika had never seen before. Still, she did not gaze in amazement at the other girl for long. Yes, the blue eyes were pretty, but they were also hard like stones and the exquisitely beautiful face had a cold look which betrayed the girl’s true nature. Alika may have not seen white women, but she knew all about them from a former slave who had managed to escape the plantation and hide on a slave trader’s ship to make it back to Africa. That slave had spoken about those beautiful white woman who called themselves “ladies” and who passed themselves as gentle, well-mannered and frail creatures, but who in reality were far more cruel and vicious than any man, abusing the slaves and often even beating them to death with a whip without any remorse. Yes, Alika was young and she was African, but she was neither naive, nor stupid. The beauty of this girl was only on the outside. Inside, she was just another white invader, who had come to rob and kill. The dead leopard was enough proof of this. She could clearly see the bullet wound and it was on the side of the animal, not the chest or the front of the head, which meant that the leopard had not been attacking; it had been killed for no reason, just for fun and probably for its pelt – something so typical of the Whites. Looking at the dead cat, Alika felt great sadness. She also felt great anger. Only the fact that the perpetrator of the crime was so young and was unarmed, stopped her from striking. Had a man been standing there instead of the girl, he would have felt the true wrath of the African Jungle Goddess, like many had before.

“Leave!” Alika said simply, accompanying the command with a gesture that left no doubts about her meaning.

Louise Preston met the order with a glare, feeling both angry and outraged. The only daughter of the owner of one of the biggest sugar plantations in Louisiana, she was used to giving the orders, not getting them – especially when it came to Blacks. An adventurous spirit, she had been bored with life in the plantation and when her father had decided to make the trip to Africa to personally oversee the collecting of the next “batch” of slaves (and get the best picks first hand), she had announced that she would go too. Nothing John Preston and those around him had done to dissuade her had helped. Warnings, pleas and threats (mostly idle) had been ignored. Louise had set her mind on seeing Africa and that was that. Finally, knowing fully well the stubborn nature of his precious daughter, whom he adored and doted on since birth – and even more so after the passing of his wife a few years back – Preston had caved in and Louise had gotten her way, as she always did.

Africa had enthralled Louise, who, like all in her family, was an avid hunter. It was a wild and exciting place and such a bountiful hunting ground, with so many things to stalk and shoot, both beautiful and dangerous – animals she had only heard tales about and seen in paintings back home. Possessed of a keen eye and a steady hand, she had quickly amassed a large number of trophies, using every opportunity to roam the savannah and the jungle in search of game. At first, she had been accompanied on her hunts by some of the men in the camp, but as she got more accustomed to the surroundings, she had began to venture out on her own, getting further and further away from the camp and deeper and deeper into the jungle, where even the men were reluctant to go. Especially after the reports of sightings of the “Jungle Woman” everyone kept talking about both here and back home. To Louise, this was ridiculous. She did not believe in the existence of any Jungle Woman to begin with. She thought all that talk to be just a bunch of nonsense, an excuse for some folks, who were too lazy and too scared of the big cats and apes to go into the jungle. And even if there was some truth to the tales, Louise could not understand how grown men could fear some woman, and a nigger at that. To her it was simply preposterous. So she kept venturing further and further out, laughing off the warnings of the men and worries of her father. “Relax, daddy,” she would say, “I can take care of myself. I’m not a child; I’m almost twenty-one, remember? No jungle woman – or man, or beast – is gonna get me – not as long as I have my rifle with me. You know just what a crack shot I am!” Preston knew indeed, but he still kept worrying. At the same time, he just could not see what he could do about it, short of tying his obstinate daughter to a tree to keep her in the camp and that, of course, was something he would never even contemplate. So, Louise continued her adventures, always looking for new places to explore and new animal trophies to add to her ever-growing collection. Today had been a very lucky day for her. After some aimless wandering, she had come up on the lake and had sighted the big spotted cat sleeping up in one of the trees and without hesitation had drawn a bead on it. One shot had been enough. Pleased with her kill and feeling both the heat of the moment and that of the African sun, the successful huntress had then decided to go for a swim before riding back to the camp.

The sudden appearance of Alika behind her back had scared Louise out of her wits. Seeing that it was a woman standing before her, she had regained some of her composure, and the fact that the woman was a native, made the young planter’s daughter feel both offended and empowered as she always did when in the presence of Blacks. Hearing Alika talk to her in such a authoritative tone made Louise downright mad. She would not stand for this. Who did the nigger bitch think she was?!

“And just who do you think you are?” Louise asked, drawing herself to her full height and meeting the other woman’s gaze.

“I am Alika, Queen of the Jungle, and you are to leave this place at once!” Alika said regally. She pronounced her name ah-LEE-kah and put a very heavy emphasis on both “queen” and “jungle”. She spoke the English words correctly, albeit with a thick accent.

The answer did not surprise Louise in the slightest. She had heard the stories and it had not been difficult to match the numerous yet similar descriptions to the figure in front of her. So, the myth was true after all. The legendary Jungle Woman did exist. Louise regarded Alika with unhealthy interest, pretty much like she regarded livestock, or new slaves she or her father planned on buying. It was simply the only way she could look at Blacks. “What a magnificent specimen!” Louise thought to herself as she slowly looked Alika over from head to toe. The so-called Queen of the Jungle was a strikingly good-looking young woman, about Louise’s age, or a couple of years older at the most. Her face was stunning. It had practically none of that Negroid look she was used to seeing in the faces of the slaves at the plantation and the natives she had met since arriving in Africa, who she thought resembled apes. While still distinctly African, Alika’s facial features were exquisite and wildly sensual, while bearing a marked look of nobility. The large, black eyes, burned with a fierce flame. Her long, jet-black hair was elaborately arranged in a number of tiny braids that were swept back and hung loosely over her shoulders. Her body, covered only by a narrow loincloth made from leopard pelt, was perfect. That was the only word Louise could find for it. Wrapped in a soft, flawless, coffee-colored skin, it was both solid and curvy, looking decidedly feminine yet very strong and athletic. Alika was not taller than Louise, nor significantly bigger, but she looked extremely powerful, the toned muscles of a jungle creature rippling under the smooth skin even when she was at rest. What really struck Louise, though, were the black woman’s breasts. Round and firm, the heavy brown orbs looked every bit as big as Louise’s own breasts – bigger, perhaps. “Lord, could hers be bigger than mine”, thought the white girl with both amazement and jealousy. “They look…HUGE!” And so they did, sitting high on Alika’s chest, thrusting out mightily, their large areolas almost black in color, as were the thick, corrugated nipples which looked just as hard as Louise’s own pink buds only much larger. The sight of the African’s bountiful mammaries really rattled Louise, who took enormous pride in her own copious breasts, never having met any woman who came close to even matching them, let alone surpassing them. “Well, mine are firmer and prettier for sure” thought Louise, more with hope than with any conviction. “And they’re as white as milk, of course!”

Louise’s thoughts soon returned to more pressing matters than female vanity, though. She was in a very unenviable spot and she knew it. She was alone and unarmed and facing this obviously angry savage, who looked as wild and as dangerous as any jungle creature she had come across so far. She was not scared, but she was definitely worried. Now, if she only had her rifle, she’d show the nigger bitch who’s boss, but the rifle was in her saddle and to get to that, she had to go through Alika – a prospect that for some reason did not appeal to Louise, despite her adventurous nature.

“Is that so?” Louise now said scornfully, deciding to play for time and figure out a way to somehow reach her horse. As she spoke, she almost imperceptibly began to move to her right trying to get around Alika. “Well, ain’t this grand, coming from…” She was cut off abruptly as Alika, who had so far stood still, suddenly moved right in front of her, blocking her path.

“Just what do you think you’re doing?” Louise inquired indignantly, abandoning all pretense and again attempting to pass by the black woman, only to get blocked again. Angry and frustrated, the blonde girl now reacted with little consideration and tried to push Alika out of the way, desperate to get to her weapon. Alika, though, stood her ground and pushed right back, the strength of her toned body sending Louise reeling back and almost falling over.

“Why you…” Louise struggled for both words and breath as rage and embarrassment welled up inside, nearly choking her. She had never felt so humiliated in her life. How dared this black animal touch her! Well, that’s it! She was Louise Preston, the daughter of one of the most important men in Louisiana, the fairest lady in the South! She would not stand for this!

“Get out of my way, damn you! Let me by!” Louise screamed furiously, glaring at Alika – a look which was too familiar to all the slaves at the Preston plantation and which always sent cold shivers down the recipient’s spine and made them cringe and grovel as they knew what was to follow.

Except this time the look failed to produce any effect. There was no cringing, no groveling from Alika, no wide, panicky eyes, no hastily uttered: “No, missus!” “Please, missus!” “Sorry, missus!” or any of that sort. For this was not a shackled, abused, starved, beaten and broken slave Louise was facing. This was a true African warrior woman in her native land, mighty and free and proud. Instead of withering under the white girl’s masterful gaze, the Queen of the Jungle just turned, walked over to Louise’s horse, then pulled the rifle from the saddle and hurled the weapon far into the lake.

“Now you can go!” Alika said to the heavily-breathing, flush-faced blonde girl. “Leave this land at once! You and your people do not belong here and you are not welcome! Leave and do not come back, or you will have to answer to me! Now go!” the majestic ebony woman ordered in a voice that brooked no argument.

The loss of the rifle alone was enough to send Louise into a fit of rage. It was her favorite weapon, one that had been custom-made especially for her, and seeing it disappear into the lake positively infuriated her. Add to that the black woman’s insolent behavior and Louise was just about ready for an apoplectic stroke at the age of twenty.

“Don’t you give me orders, you nigger bitch!” Louise shrieked in outrage “I give the orders to the likes of you! ME! How dare you touch my things and touch ME, you filthy animal! You’re not fit to lick my boots, let alone put your dirty hands on me! I oughtta take the whip to you for this!”

“Do not try my patience, girl! Leave now, while you still can!” Alika said gravely. Up until now she had felt no desire to harm the blonde stranger, but now her good intentions were beginning to disappear. The impertinent young white witch’s venom-spitting was causing her anger to rise.

“And don’t you call me girl, savage!” Louise’s beautiful face was now taking a crimson hue, the angry flush spreading all the way down to her heaving bosom. “You’re nothing but a lowly slave and you should know your place! I am a white woman and a lady! I am your superior! You shall address me as “Missus”, or by God, I shall strip the black hide off your back!”

“This is your last warning!” the Queen of the Jungle growled, eyes blazing. “Leave at once, or suffer my wrath!”

Louise stomped one dainty foot on the ground in frustration, struggling within herself. She could sense the menace in the form of the beautiful wild woman standing before her and she knew that it would be best if she just left, but she simply couldn’t do it. Her pride would not let her consent to someone whom she considered to be so much lower than her. To her all Blacks were inferior; they were sub-human, fit to be nothing but slaves and she couldn’t imagine herself taking orders from one instead of giving them. Also there was the leopard she had shot. She had no illusions Alika would let her take it and she really wanted it; it was her trophy and that luxurious, spotted pelt was just so beautiful… And then there was Alika herself. Looking at the black woman through the eyes of a plantation owner’s daughter who had spent her entire life surrounded by slaves, she knew the value of that perfect physique. “Good Lord, she’d be worth a whole big bag of money to anyone who wants to own her!” The colonialist heiress said to herself, her young but already corrupted and greedy mind unable to think about things other than money and power, even though she already had more than she would ever need. “And what if…”

Louise’s impulsive nature – the same one her father (and her mother while she had been alive) always said would get her into trouble one day – suddenly showed itself, causing the blonde girl to act without thinking. She balled her right hand into a fist and swung it at Alika’s head.

Now, Louise was no city girl; no wilting flower. Despite her gorgeous looks, she had always been a bit of a tomboy growing up, always keeping herself physically fit. Swimming, horseback riding, shooting and even fencing were all regular activities for her and had made her body agile and strong. And she was no stranger to fighting. A couple of years back, at the age of eighteen, she had found herself vying with another woman for the attention of the most eligible young men in town – the son of a local banker. Her rival – another eighteen-year-old girl by the name of Sue Douglas – had been Louise’s nemesis forever. The daughter of a neighboring plantation owner, Sue had grown up to be every bit as beautiful, arrogant, ruthless, rich, and spoiled as Louise. Neither of the girls cared too deeply about the man; they each wanted him the way a pampered child wants a new toy, but they both did want him and that was all that mattered to them. With the banker’s son feeling oddly reluctant to make a clear choice and preferring to play the field and with both women being proud and temperamental young ladies, each used to always getting what she wanted, it had quickly become clear that things would eventually get out of hand.

Louise had known from the beginning that she was headed for a showdown and had taken steps to prepare, enlisting the help of a man who had been a frequent guest at the Preston house – a retired army captain, proficient in the art of boxing. He had taught Louise how to box and she had learned well, knowing that she would have to face her archenemy and determined to win. He had also taught her a few other things about fighting, things he had picked up during his rugged life in the army and which might have been frowned upon by the gentry, but were all the more effective for all that.

The confrontation, when it had finally happened, had born no elements of civility or decorum, despite the two women’s upper-class origin and upbringing. By mutual agreement, they had met in a secluded spot between the two plantations to “settle the matter once and for all, like real women”. The fight had been an all-out brutal brawl, with the two girls, stripped down to the waist, fighting fist, tooth and claw for the win. After an exhausting battle that had see-sawed back and forth for a long time with both combatants taking and inflicting tremendous amounts of punishment, Louise had finally prevailed, battering her raven-haired rival into a tearful surrender and extracting a promise from Sue to never meddle in her affairs again. Having “won” the man she wanted, Louise had quickly tired of him and moved on, but the satisfaction of besting her nemesis remained to this day – as did the skills she had learned in preparation for the fight.

The punch which Louise aimed at Alika’s chin was struck by all the rules of boxing and with all of the blonde’s strength. It was a perfect blow. But, as accurate and as powerful it was, it still failed to achieve its purpose. It may have succeeded against a lesser foe, but this was the Queen of the Jungle Louise was trying to hit. Alika was surprised by the girl actually having the audacity to raise a hand against her, but her reactions were truly cat-like. Leaning back from the waist, she got her head out of the way in the nick of time and Louise’s fist merely grazed her chin, doing no harm.

Eyes blazing, Alika took a deep breath as she stared, half-enraged, half-amazed, at the foolish golden-haired girl who had dared challenge her authority.

Louise was not at all concerned with Alika’s wrathful gaze. She was dismayed by the fact that she had not been able to hit the other woman, but at the same time she knew there was no time to waste in regrets. The dye was cast now; there was no turning back. Screaming angrily, she hurled herself at Alika, leading with her knee. Such was the speed of Louise’s sudden attack that it nearly caught Alika off guard. At the very last moment the ebony woman managed to twist her body sideways and Louise’s rising knee struck the side of her thigh instead of her crotch, which had been Louise’s intended target. Undeterred by her failure, Louise snarled and began swinging both arms, her fists thudding into Alika’s powerful body.

Recovering quickly from her initial surprise, Alika shoved the white woman with her strong arms and sent her reeling and eventually crashing to the ground. The Jungle Queen then ran at her downed foe and tried to kick her, but Louise quickly rolled to the side and stood up.

Alika went after Louise, trying to get a hold of her. The young blonde danced around her dark-skinned foe, staying out of reach and jabbing at Alika’s head with both fists. Unaffected by the punches, Alika kept coming and her perseverance was finally rewarded when she managed to get hold of Louise’s left arm.

Pulling the blonde sharply towards her, Alika slammed a knee in Louise’s stomach. Louise grunted and went down in a heap, both her hands clutching at her belly. Alika grabbed the white girl by the throat with both hands and effortlessly pulled her up to her feet. Holding Louise’s throat with one hand, Alika began slapping her back and forth across the face with her free hand.

Tears coming to her eyes, Louise twisted and squirmed in Alika’s iron grip, holding her hands in front of her face to protect it from the heavy slaps. She tried to kick Alika between the legs, but the black woman was ready and easily avoided the kick with a quick twist of her hips. Alika’s grip on her throat was making it difficult for Louise to breathe and the blonde clawed furiously at the African’s strong forearm. Alika growled and suddenly gave Louise a mighty shove, once again sending her down to the ground.

Louise got up, leaping swiftly to one side, just in time to get out of the way of a charging Alika. Swiveling around to face her foe, Alika was surprised by a kick to her lower belly from the lightning-quick Louise. The white woman immediately followed up with two hard punches to the head, rocking the mighty Alika from side to side. The powerful ebony beauty shook off the blows, though, and responded with a punch of her own that caught Louise on the side of the head and knocked her down.

As Louise struggled to get to her feet, Alika pounced on her and pinned her to the ground. Sitting on her foe’s chest, the Queen of the Jungle began punishing the wildly struggling colonialist’s daughter with punches and slaps. Louise was hurt, but had she was no quitter and writhed and squirmed furiously underneath the black woman. Reaching up, the blonde now clawed at Alika’s eyes. Alika screamed and flinched, which gave Louise a chance to roll her off with one big heave to the side. Louise rose up on her knees and flung herself atop Alika trying to pin her. Alika was simply too powerful for that, though, and threw the white girl off almost effortlessly.

Scrambling to her feet, Louise tried to kick her foe before she could get up, but was too late and had to back off quickly as Alika sprang to her feet, ready to defend herself. Crouching low, her eyes watchful, the blonde began circling her opponent. She came forward, probing at Alika with her left hand. Alika ducked and fired a mighty right that missed Louise’s chin by a whisker. Alika then lashed out with her right foot, but the surprisingly-nimble Louise managed to jump back just in time to avoid the kick.

With the battle heating up, sweat was beginning to show on the two beautiful combatants’ smooth skin as they circled each other near the edge of the water. Their breathing heavy, their hearts pounding, the women snarled at each other, both of them fighting mad.

Having gotten over her initial surprise at being attacked, an infuriated Alika now wanted nothing more than to teach this insolent white witch the lesson she deserved. Pythons, crocodiles – even lions – knew better than to attack the Queen of the Jungle, as they had all learned the cost of such folly the hard way. Now it was this yellow-haired murderess’ turn to be taught, Alika decided as she stalked the blonde girl like a jungle cat stalking its pray.

Louise for her part was beginning to get over the upset of her failing to use surprise to overcome her powerful foe and was determined to make up for it and fight to the bitter end. Her pride and her massive, over-fed ego simply would not allow her to admit even to herself that she might be in over her head. Also, her upbringing and lifestyle had shaped her young mind to think that, as a white woman, she could not be anything but superior to anyone of a different color. “No nigger bitch beats Louise Preston, EVER!” she thought resolutely, even as she nervously eyed the black woman’s taut, muscular body moving quickly and gracefully before her.

Suddenly, Alika leapt forward and tried to get hold of her foe. Louise kicked at her wildly, but couldn’t connect and went over as Alika slammed into her. With Alika moving to get on top of Louise, the young blonde writhed and kicked violently, her claws slashing at the African’s eyes. Alika fired a couple of quick punches into the white woman’s face, but failed to subdue Louise, who now reached up and her claws tore into the black woman’s huge, firm breasts dangling vulnerably above her, her fingernails digging deep into the tender flesh. Alika screamed with pain and rage and got hold of Louise’s wrists. Using her formidable strength, the Jungle Queen easily pulled Louise’s clawing hands away from her breasts and then quickly pinned the blonde girl’s arms to the ground above her head while sitting firmly on top of her.

But despite her superior position, Alika could not keep Louise down. Fighting for survival, the young Southern Belle struggled with almost uncanny strength, bucking and kicking wildly and screeching with fury as she kept baring her white teeth and trying to bite Alika’s naked breasts which hung above her face. Somehow she managed to free one arm from Alika’s grasp and instantly drove her claws into the black woman’s left breast and then went for Alika’s eyes. As Alika screeched and jerked back, Louise gathered all her strength and rolled the African off of her.

As both women jumped to their feet, Louise flung herself forward with a shriek of rage and stretched out a hand, her hooked fingers going directly for Alika’s crotch. Louise’s young, lithe body moved with incredible speed and even though Alika already knew she could expect any dirty tactics from the evil white witch, the attack nearly caught her unprepared. She managed to twist her body out of harm’s way, but just barely. Missing its target by only a fraction, Louise’s hand grabbed Alika’s leopard loincloth, ripping it off and leaving the black woman totally naked, just as Louise was herself.

Alika did not appear in any way flustered by her nudity; she had much more important things on her mind. With a mighty roar, the powerful Jungle Queen sprang towards her foe, both hands groping for a hold. Louise avoided the grasping hands with a supple twist of her body and quickly fired a punch into the side of Alika’s jaw. It was a good, solid blow, but Alika shook it off and suddenly grabbed Louise by the throat with both hands and simply lifted her up in the air. Frightened out of her mind by the other woman’s awesome strength, Louise writhed and twisted madly as she hung suspended in Alika’s powerful grip like a fish on a line. Clawing desperately at the black beauty’s wrists and kicking furiously with both legs the blonde suddenly raked her claws across Alika’s eyes, blinding her for a moment and making her let go.

As soon as Louise’s feet touched the ground, the crafty and brutal white girl drove a knee right between Alika’s legs. The Jungle Queen gave a wounded cry and twisted to one side, ultimately dropping to her knees with both hands between her legs. Wasting no time, Louise moved behind her kneeling foe and tried to wrap her arms around Alika’s throat and choke her. But even though she was hurt, the powerful black beauty was far from finished and reacted quickly by grabbing one of Louise’s arms and leaning sharply forward, throwing the blonde over her shoulder. Louise landed heavily on her back in front of her foe with her feet pointing away from Alika. The African woman quickly tried to get a two-handed grip on the invader’s throat, but Louise instantly raised her right leg high in the air, kicking Alika smack on her forehead. Alika was more surprised than hurt, but she still flinched, giving Louise the time to roll away from her and stand up.

As she climbed to her feet herself and faced her foe, Alika couldn’t help but feel some respect for Louise. Evil and depraved as she was, and as much as she deserved to be hated and morally despised, there was no denying that the white witch could really fight, Alika thought. It was true that she fought dirty, but still, she was a good, strong fighter – possibly the most dangerous adversary Alika had ever had to face, wild jungle beasts notwithstanding. But this did not worry Alika any. No jungle beast could ever stand up to her and neither could this golden-haired girl. No matter how good, or how dirty a fighter Louise was, Alika was still the mighty Queen of the Jungle – a true daughter of Africa. She was fast, she strong – much stronger than Louise – and she was driven. She would defeat on the young invader, no matter what.

On the other side, Louise was worried. She had hit Alika with everything she had, and the bitch had taken it all and was back for more. The knee to the crotch alone should have been enough to finish Alika completely or at least incapacitate her for long enough so that Louise could take care of her. The same could be said about that last punch to the jaw as far as Louise was concerned. And yet, the nigger slut was still standing, apparently unhurt, and (judging by the look of her) angrier than ever.

Moving slowly and deliberately, Alika went after her foe, her black eyes shining with a dangerous light. Louise landed a punch right on Alika’s chin but Alika took the blow without even flinching and smashed her right fist into the white woman’s belly. Louise gasped and bent nearly double, clutching at her abdomen. Alika punched the blonde on the side of the head and sent her reeling. Louise managed to regain her balance and began circling the ebony beauty intent on using the boxing skills taught to her by the army captain.

But no amount of skill could help Louise against the awesome power of the angry Jungle Goddess. Coming in close, Alika brushed aside the right hook thrown at her by Louise and then slammed her fist into the blonde’s ribs. Louise groaned and tried to back away, but Alika grabbed her by the neck and spun her around, literally hurling her through the air and sending her crashing down on her stomach. Alika then kicked Louise, who groaned and rolled over, eventually getting up only to be punched in the stomach and then slapped across the face with stunning force.

Alika stepped up her assault, driving forward relentlessly, battering the young murderess around the clearing with big punches, sending her down a number of times and kicking her. Showing surprising endurance and will, Louise managed to get up every time, but it was clear that she was losing. Hurt and frightened, the white girl now actually tried to flee, but was quickly caught and hurled to the ground once more by Alika. Seeing that she could not escape, the Southern Belle now snarled, her face twisting in a vicious grimace as she stood up again. Just like a cornered animal, her eyes wide and wild with hatred and fear, Louise now turned to face her foe, realizing that escape was not possible.

And she still had some fight left in her, despite the beating she had taken from her powerful nemesis. She was a strong young woman, and she had never before given up on something she wanted until had gotten it one way or another. And what she wanted right now was to beat this black bitch to within an inch of her life – and maybe more. She considered it her birthright as a civilized white woman to stand above savages like this “Jungle Queen”. To her Alika was no different than any of the slaves at the plantation back home and was to be treated as such. As far as Louise was concerned, the very fact that Alika was black meant that she was inferior and the young blonde meant to prove it.

Still, as determined as she was, Louise could do nothing against her mighty foe’s great strength and purpose. As Louise tried to kick Alika between the legs, the African easily blocked the kick and responded with a series of body blows. The heavy punches nearly cracked Louise’s ribs. Louise fell down, clutching at her side as an increasingly angry and unusually brutal Alika began kicking her. The white woman tried to regain her feet, but only managed to get up on her hands and knees before Alika kicked her viciously in the left breast and then stomped on her kidney, sending her back down to the ground, face first.

Rising up in the air in a huge vertical leap, Alika came down on her prone foe with all her weight, her broad, firm ass landing on the small of Louise’s back and flattening the blonde against the hard jungle floor. All the air came out of Louise’s lungs through her wide-open mouth as her body arched backwards and her beautiful face contorted in sheer agony, her eyes bulging and nearly popping out of their sockets. Her shapely limbs jerked and trembled as she lay underneath her foe struggling for breath. Getting up, Alika showed little sympathy for the stricken girl and began kicking her again.

“You – shall – leave – this – land – at –once – and – you – shall – never – come – back !” The enraged ebony beauty roared as she kicked away, her bare foot slamming into the blonde’s writhing alabaster body with loud thuds.

Rolling back and forth under Alika’s kicks and trying to cover up with her arms, Louise suddenly managed to get hold of Alika’s left ankle. In desperation, the white girl bit down on the inner part of her foe’s shapely, muscular calf, while clinging to the leg with both arms. Alika gave a cry of pain that was followed by an angry snarl as she bent down and grabbed Louise’s head with both hands. Squeezing mightily, the Jungle Queen straightened up, hauling her foe up to her feet by her head. As Louise squealed and twisted in her grip, the powerful ebony beauty let go of the young blonde’s head and drew her right arm back preparatory to delivering a mighty blow to her foe’s belly.

Just then, out of nowhere, Louise suddenly came up with a big uppercut, which landed flush on Alika’s chin. The unexpected punch caught the black woman off guard and sent her staggering backwards, somewhat dazed. With a scream of hatred, Louise ran at her reeling foe, charging blindly and mindlessly. The top of Louise’s head slammed into Alika’s sternum like a battering-ram, hitting right between the two enormous, naked breasts with all of Louise’s weight behind the strike. Already off balance, the mighty African warrioress groaned in pain and sprawled on her back.

Winded by the heavy blow to her chest and still a little stunned by the hard punch to her chin, Alika lost a few moments trying to recover – more than enough time for an opportunistic, clever fighter like Louise.

With lightning speed, the Southern Belle flung herself atop her foe. Knowing that the powerful Alika was simply too strong for her to be able to hold down, Louise quickly tried to jam her forearm across the black woman’s throat and choke her, but Alika reacted even quicker and got her chin down just in time. Her attempt thwarted, the blonde snarled angrily and suddenly wriggled up her foe’s body. Wrapping her strong arms around Alika’s head, Louise pulled the Jungle Queen’s face deep between her big, slick tits, effectively cutting off the ebony fighter’s air supply. “Let’s see you kick now, nigger!” Louise growled as she tightened her arms and pressed her massive, alabaster breasts harder against her foe’s face, continuing to deprive the wildly struggling Alika of air.

But even though she was pinned down, with Louise on top of her and seemingly having the upper hand, Alika didn’t quit and fought with all her might, determined to break free of the white woman’s air-tight trap. As the two mighty she-warriors continued to fight for supremacy, staining to the limit in their titanic struggle, which now seemed to have entered a new and deadly phase, the entire jungle seemed to stand still, holding its breath, awaiting the outcome.

Feeling the pulse of her native land through her whole being, giving her strength, the powerful Jungle Queen began to struggle mightily, her muscular body bending and twisting violently. The two women rolled constantly over the ground, but it was actually just Alika’s mighty efforts that were causing this; Louise was simply hanging on to the bucking African warrioress for dear life.

Now Alika rolled onto her back with Louise on top of her. She grabbed Louise’s golden hair with one hand and pulled hard at the same time managing to get her other hand between their bodies, lifting Louise’s hips off of her. Still holding on to her foe’s head with both arms around it, Louise tried to squeeze even tighter and pull Alika’s face deeper into her tits, but this only made the mighty ebony beauty push with even greater strength, nearly dislodging the young Southern Belle off of her. Another powerful shove from the Jungle Woman combined with a quick twist, and suddenly Louise’s hold was broken and she was thrown clean off, landing a few feet away from Alika.

Louise scrambled to her feet, her white teeth bared, her attractive face twisted in a grimace of hatred and fear. She had been certain that she had Alika and was shocked by the fact that the black bitch had managed to break her hold. The sheer raw power displayed by her mighty foe during those last few seconds filled the young blonde’s heart with pure terror and caused the muscles in her shapely legs to twitch uncontrollably as she stood there, crouching tensely, not knowing what to do next.

Getting up, Alika attacked instantly, her battle-cry rising above all other noises as she flung herself at her hated enemy. The terrified Louise saw that she would not have enough time to get out of the way before Alika had reached her and, in her desperation, she threw herself sideways right at the feet of the onrushing African. Louise’s body slammed into Alika’s shins, tripping the Jungle Queen. Flying through the air over her foe like a salmon jumping upstream, Alika hit the ground hard, landing right on her mammoth tits, which flattened out completely beneath the weight her body. She quickly pushed herself up on her hands and knees, but the lightning-quick Louise was already up on her knees behind her.

Looking at Alika’s naked, gleaming backside, Louise’s eyes lit up at the sight of the soft, most vulnerable of areas between her foe’s slightly spread legs being so utterly exposed. The vicious blonde’s right hand shot out with blinding speed and her sharp claws sank into the warm, tender flesh in a death-grip. Alika screamed and jerked convulsively, her arms suddenly buckling as her whole body became nearly paralyzed with pain. Shoving her mighty adversary all the way down to the ground, Louise quickly straddled the back of the African woman’s thighs and fired a succession of devastating punches into her kidneys.

The brutal punches took a heavy toll. They not only hurt Alika, but also sapped a lot of her energy. Writhing and groaning in pain, Alika finally broke free by rearing up violently and throwing her foe off of her. She got up, but stood rather awkwardly, obviously hurt. Determined to press on her advantage, Louise sprang to her feet and went after her foe, both fists swinging wildly. She walked straight into a powerful right, which caught her on the side of the head and knocked her down. Snarling, the Queen of the Jungle pounced on the young invader and tried to get on top of her.

Louise quickly drew her knees up, placing her feet on Alika’s broad chest, and pushed with all her might. The ebony beauty flew backwards and sprawled on the ground. She immediately sat up and tried to make it to her feet, but was slightly dazed by her heavy landing and lost a few moments shaking her head, trying to clear the cobwebs, and the Southern Belle was quick to take her opportunity.

Like a sleek white lioness, Louise leapt on top of her foe, driving the black panther down to the ground. Alika began to struggle wildly, but those lethal blows to her kidneys had really taken away a lot of her strength and she couldn’t immediately throw Louise off.

But even hurt and somewhat drained of energy, the powerful African warrioress was still much too strong for the woman on top of her, and Louise was well aware of that as she could feel the power of the Jungle Queen’s taut, muscular body, writhing furiously underneath her. Not knowing what else to do, the young Southern Belle once more wrapped her arms around Alika’s head and began smothering the ebony beauty with her bare breasts.

Once again Alika found herself unable to breathe, but she had no more intention of giving up now, than she had had the previous time. Angry and determined, the powerful African woman spared no effort in her attempts to free herself as she bucked and twisted violently underneath her foe. To the terrified Louise it seemed that Alika’s strength was increasing by the second.

“NO!” Louise screeched hatefully, her voice full of desperation as she could sense that any moment Alika was going to break free again. “I’VE GOT YOU NOW! YOU SHALL NOT ESCAPE ME, YOU BLACK BEAST!!”

But Louise’s shrill voice made little impression on Alika, who now once again got her hands between her body and that of Louise and began to force the white woman off her, just like she had done before.

Suddenly, Louise heaved mightily to one side, without releasing her hold. Alika was too preoccupied with trying to extricate herself from the suffocating trap the young witch held her in, and Louise had no difficulties rolling over onto her back and dragging Alika on top of her. Quickly, the Southern Belle wrapped her strong legs around Alika’s torso and crossed her ankles, further ensnaring the wildly struggling Jungle Queen in an unbreakable, vice-like grip. Louise’s powerful legs now began squeezing Alika’s midsection with brutal force, threatening to break the ribs. Spurred by the agonizing pain in her upper body, the African woman twisted and squirmed frantically on top of her captor, but could not free herself from the golden-haired she-devil’s encircling limbs. Louise was a strong young woman and her solid arms and legs remained wound tightly around her mighty foe, keeping Alika trapped. The white girl’s luscious breasts, may or may not have been as big Alika’s monstrous orbs, but they were still plenty big enough to cut off an opponent’s air when used properly, and that’s just how Louise was using them. Hunching her shoulders to bring the two milky-white, glistening mounds close together, the blonde had her strong arms wrapped tightly around her powerful nemesis’s head holding it locked firmly in place and keeping the face jammed deep between her breasts, the supple, sweaty flesh completely enveloping Alika’s beautiful features and covering and sealing the mouth and nose.

Sensing that she was in grave danger now, Alika went berserk with fury and fear, heaving and twisting around with all her phenomenal strength, while pounding Louise’s sides with her fists, but it did not seem to be doing her any good at the moment. She was a determined woman and her power was indeed great, but even the Queen of the Jungle needed to breathe, and there was no air for Alika, none at all. Louise knew that this was her chance and simply clung on, leech-like, her sturdy, youthful body straining greatly. Ignoring all of her formidable foe’s titanic efforts to force her to let go, the Southern Belle maintained her double grip on Alika with deadly efficiency, while her naked breasts still covered the thrashing African warrioress’s face, depriving her of life-giving air.

Alika’s struggles were beginning to die down as her powerful body gradually weakened from the lack of air. Louise felt this and now once again heaved to the side, rolling on top of the black woman to get some weight behind her effort as well, pinning Alika to the ground and making it even more difficult for her to break free. Panting harshly, Louise grimaced with tension, her breath hissing rapidly in and out between her bared teeth. There was a cold, determined look in the beautiful blonde’s blue eyes as she maintained her deadly embrace, intent on finishing her mighty foe once and for all.

Knowing very well what a potential defeat would mean, Alika battled on, bucking like mad, both fists hammering at Louise’s sides and back, while her powerful body bent violently back and forth, the muscles flexing and straining to the limit. But there was still no air for the mighty Jungle Queen, and despite all her great strength and power, she was now infuriatingly, agonizingly and terrifyingly helpless as the evil white witch lay on top of her, flattening her to the jungle floor and suffocating her without mercy. As incredible as it seemed to be, Louise was actually winning the fierce battle.

Louise’s harsh, almost demonic laughter, echoed through the silenced jungle, as she sensed her mighty foe’s struggles growing feebler and feebler, and knew that Alika was all but finished. Letting out a deep, throaty, seemingly endless groan of exertion, the blonde put every ounce of strength she had left into her effort, squeezing her trapped victim like an anaconda squeezing its prey, determined to both crush and smother the powerful black woman into defeat.

Alika’s pounding fists opened and she began furiously slapping and clawing at Louise’s back and shoulders. She bucked and twisted some more, her strong arms and legs thrashing around madly, then her whole body suddenly stiffened and her feet twitched rapidly for a few seconds. Finally, after giving one big convulsive jerk, the mighty African warrioress shuddered violently and went limp underneath the young Southern Belle.

There was a ghostly silence in the clearing as the victorious Louise rose from her foe’s motionless body and stood shaking and gasping for air. Grinning broadly, her eyes glittering with excitement the blonde placed a foot on the defeated ebony woman’s naked chest, right between the huge, firm breasts, and raised her hands in jubilation, her triumphant roar of a victorious lioness echoing through the jungle. She was virtually drunk with both ecstasy and power. She had never felt such an incredible thrill before. Never in her young life had she had to face such a tremendous challenge. Even her epic battle with Sue Douglas paled in comparison to this one. Her body had never been taxed to such great extent. It had taken everything she had, all of her cunning and all of her strength, will, and fighting instincts for her to win this fight. This had definitely been the most difficult, painful, and frightening test that she had ever had to go through. It had been so hard and grueling and terrifying that on a few occasions she had been afraid that she wouldn’t make it.

But she HAD made it and the reward for all of her efforts and perseverance was indeed great! The magnitude of her accomplishment was truly staggering and it filled the young girl with delight such as she had never known. On the most primal and primitive of levels, in a naked, woman-to-woman combat, she reigned supreme. She had faced the greatest warrior of this savage, unforgiving land, the legendary Queen of the Jungle in battle and she had prevailed. She had defeated Alika in a fair fight and proven herself superior to the African woman despite all of Alika’s strength. The young blonde’s pride soared. Looking down at the once believed to be unbeatable Jungle Queen lying vanquished at her feet, Louise was besides herself with elation. She had never felt so empowered and so exuberantly alive as she was feeling right at this moment. Her sense of fulfillment was so intense it was making her dizzy. Her success made her feel on top of the world and completely invincible. Her conquest of such a powerful woman as Alika, filled her soul with pure joy to an extent where she could no longer contain her overwhelming need to display her supremacy

Obeying a strange primal urge, Louise jumped right on her defeated foe’s chest and stood there, naked, her superb alabaster body erect and glistening with sweat under the hot, bright sun. Raising her arms, her full, firm breasts thrusting proudly upwards, the young Southern Belle, surrounded by the unmistakable glow of victory, threw her head back and roared in savage triumph. She roared for a long time, her deafening, primal victory-cries echoing through the jungle, announcing to all that the clash of the Titans had come to an end and that it was she, Louise Preston, that had emerged victorious from the most epic battle that this land had ever seen or would see.

Stepping down from Alika’s supine body, the blonde looked at the vanquished Jungle Woman with malicious glee. Her first thought was to tie Alika up before she had awaken, lest the black beast attempt to resume fighting once she was conscious. Almost immediately Louise banished the thought and even felt ashamed of having let it enter her mind. She saw absolutely no reason why she should bind her beaten foe. She was not afraid of Alika now, not one little bit. In fact, she couldn’t understand why she had ever been. Perhaps it had been that sculpted, powerful body of Alika that the young woman had found so imposing and threatening. Or the aura of wild and savage beauty that the legendary African woman had had about her. Whatever it was, it no longer mattered. She was Louise Preston – young, and rich and beautiful and powerful. She had defeated that impertinent, over-muscled black whore who so pompously called herself Queen of the Jungle – really beaten the stuffing out of her. All traces of fear and apprehension completely gone, Louise knew that she was better than Alika. She always had known it. Stronger, faster, smarter, prettier – just plain better.

“Queen of the Jungle, ha!” the young Southern Belle said scornfully, looking down at the beaten ebony warrioress, “You ain’t half the woman I am, you worthless nigger bitch! A big, fat, wobbly black ass and a pair of overgrown black tits – that’s all you are!” Louise now wished the slut would start something when she woke up.

She got her wish.

Alika began to stir, gradually coming back to full consciousness. At first, she looked around in confusion, trying to figure out what had happened. Then she realized that she was lying on the jungle floor completely naked, she saw the equally naked Louise standing over her with a sneer on her face and she suddenly knew. The white witch had beaten her! Her, the Queen of the Jungle, who had never been defeated! The humiliation was almost too much to bear for the proud African beauty.

Then suddenly, embarrassment gave way to overwhelming rage. As far as Alika was concerned, this was far from over. She was not beaten yet. Her body may have given out on her because of lack of air, but her will was still unbroken and no lack of air would ever break it. She was Alika, the Jungle Queen; the mightiest warrior in the land, and she would not bow to some vile young she-demon. She had sworn to protect the jungle and to rid it of the likes of this milky-skinned, golden-haired butcher, and that’s exactly what she was going to do.

Getting up on her feet, her eyes blazing with fury, Alika charged her enemy with the mighty roar of the leopardess, determined that she would have her revenge yet.

Expecting something like this, Louise swiftly sidestepped her foe and punched her hard on the side of the jaw just as she was going past her. It was a powerful blow and it sent Alika reeling. The black woman could not keep her balance and tumbled to the ground. She got to her feet and lunged towards her enemy, but found the crafty Louise waiting for her.

The vicious young Southerner quickly ducked under Alika’s groping hands and fired a punch right into the African’s unprotected crotch. Alika screamed and dropped to her knees clutching at herself. She fought the pain, though, and got up, nearly slavering with rage as she attacked Louise again, unwavering in her resolve to continue fighting for her land.

“DOWN, NIGGER!” Louise bellowed, as she once again knocked Alika down with a well-timed punch to the jaw. “DOWN OF THE GROUND WHERE YOU BELONG!!”

The authority in Louise’s voice was clear, but it still failed to convince Alika. The African beauty made it to her feet again and came at Louise, nearly sobbing with helpless fury, teeth bared, arms and tits swinging wildly. It was a mistake. Weakened and hurt by the battering she had received from Louise, and still somewhat woozy from her smothering ordeal, Alika was simply no match for the blonde now, especially blinded by rage as she was.

Louise danced around her foe, her young, supple body twisting and weaving as she expertly dodged the enraged black woman’s flailing arms time and time again, while responding with powerful punches of her own that invariably found their mark. Stunned by Louise’s blows and exhausted by her futile exertions, the Queen of the Jungle was soon practically out on her feet, while the seemingly inexhaustible blonde fury continued to bounce around and punish her already defeated foe with devastatingly accurate punches.

Still, the gallant jungle heroine battled on valiantly, not willing to accept defeat at the hands of the young witch as she knew fully well what that would mean. She tried to kick Louise, but the latter was ready and easily caught her foot in midair. As Alika wobbled on one leg, frantically waiving her arms in attempts to keep her balance, Louise kicked her in the naked crotch. The ebony warrioress screamed and fell down, writhing in agony. She was still determined to fight though, and made it to her feet, but it took her a long time to do it and when she was finally up she could do little to defend herself. Louise smiled wickedly as she drove punch after punch into the black woman’s unprotected belly.

The punches sapped Alika’s flagging strength even further. The African beauty couldn’t even tighten her abdominal muscles any longer and with the last few blows, Louise’s fists sank in almost to the wrist. Swamped by the white girl’s purposeful brutality, the ebony fighter couldn’t do a thing to defend herself against Louise’s assault, which grew even more vicious.

Now Louise grabbed the Jungle Goddess’ huge, naked breasts in an unyielding grip. The blonde’s slender alabaster fingers embedded themselves like steel clasps into the abundance of supple coffee-colored flesh and Alika screeched in agony. Louise just laughed at the black woman’s suffering and now began spinning, dragging Alika around her by the breasts! Faster and faster the vicious Southern Belle spun the shrieking Jungle Queen around by her boobs, laughing nastily as the tormented pliant orbs stretched to an unbelievable extent. Then, once she had gathered enough momentum, Louise released her grip. The powerfully built African beauty flew backwards, lost her balance and crashed heavily to the jungle floor, rolling over a number of times before coming to a stop some fifteen feet away from Louise, where she lay clutching at her abused breasts and moaning.

Striding over to her fallen foe, Louise kicked Alika over onto her back and placed a foot on her chest. This simple yet extremely humiliating act galvanized Alika into action, helping her find hidden reserves of energy she did not even suspect she had. Snarling with rage, the Queen of the Jungle got hold of Louise’s supporting ankle and yanked mightily. Louise gave a startled cry and sprawled on her back, hitting hard.

Scrambling on all-fours, Alika now tried to straddle her foe, but Louise was quicker. Picking up her shapely legs, the blonde snapped them around Alika’s head. A quick, powerful twist of Louise’s lower body forced Alika down to the ground on her side.

Grabbing a few of Alika’s braids, Louise now pulled the black woman’s head further up between her alabaster thighs and crossed her ankles, squeezing with all her might. Alika groaned in pain as the young witch’s powerful legs began to compress her head. Feeling like her skull was about to crack any second under the tremendous pressure, the trapped African warrioress clawed at Louise’s glistening thighs with desperate urgency, but could not break the hold.

Still keeping the scissors hold clamped on tight, Louise growled angrily and began hitting Alika’s trapped head with her hands. The ensnared ebony beauty struggled furiously to break free of Louise’s deadly thighs, but no matter what she tried, the pressure on her head continued to increase, threatening to crush her skull.

Suddenly, Louise screamed. Desperate, hurt, not knowing what else to do, Alika had decided to use some of Louise’s own dirty tactics and had dug her claws into the blonde’s crotch, ripping and tearing. Releasing her scissors hold, Louise rolled away from Alika and tried to get to her feet, but Alika quickly reached out and managed to get hold of Louise’s ankle and bring her down to the ground again.

Snarling, Alika pounced on her downed foe looking to pin her, but in her haste, she misjudged the distance slightly and landed a little bit too far up Louise’s body. The black tip of one of Alika’s enormous breasts practically popped right in Louise’s mouth and the Southern Belle instantly chomped down on it, sinking her white teeth deep into the supple flesh and shaking her head sideways with animal snarls.

Screaming in pain, the wounded Alika writhed in agony on top of her foe. Louise instantly heaved to one side, rolling Alika over and straddling her. Alika refused to stay down, though, and bucked and twisted furiously, eventually succeeding in throwing the other woman off her.

The two got up to their feet almost simultaneously and ran at each other, slamming their bodies together and falling to the ground in a snarling heap. Rolling back and forth, they fought desperately, like two animals locked in mortal combat, using all their means at their disposal, each one knowing that she simply had to win. Alika was certain that losing to this beautiful but heartless white girl meant death – or worse – and she was not about to let this happen. She had to overcome the young invader to save herself and her beloved jungle. On the other side Louise too was fighting for her life. She did not expect any mercy from a “black animal”; her bigoted mindset would not allow her to think otherwise. So, she had to kill the bitch first – or at least try her best to.

The jungle was alive with the sounds of combat as the two powerful, beautiful she-warriors, one ebony-black; the other one – alabaster-white, fought a fierce battle the outcome of which would most likely shape the fate of that same jungle for years to come. Defender and invader each strained to the limit as they fought, the contrast between them startling in its obviousness. Locked together in a heaving, wriggling, grunting knot of flesh they were truly an awesome sight. Two perfect physical specimens, both prime examples of womanhood from different lands and peoples, each at the pinnacle of what her race had to offer, were now straining with all their might against each other in a test of strength and will, vying in the ultimate contest for supremacy: A life and death struggle.

The battle raged on for several long minutes taking a heavy toll on both women, their tired bodies losing energy at a rapid rate as they as they clawed, bit and hit each other with all their might. They seemed equally matched at first, but as the fight dragged on, one woman began to gain the upper hand. Alika was hurt and her great strength and stamina had been sapped considerably. Desperation and rage kept her going, but she was now fighting with the thought of avoiding defeat rather than with the purpose of winning. Louise on the other hand wanted to win and she knew she could – and would. In her mind, she had already defeated Alika once by smothering her unconscious with her breasts. This gave the young Southern Belle a tremendous boost in confidence. She did not think of anything other than winning. There was no other way. As a white woman and a lady she was convinced in her superiority over the “lowly savage” she was fighting and she knew she would prevail, regardless of the African’s awesome physical might.

Slowly, relentlessly, Louise began to overwhelm Alika. The blonde was now astride the ebony beauty, sitting on her chest and pinning her to the ground. Desperate and furious, Alika kicked and bucked, but couldn’t throw Louise off. The Southern Belle had grown up on horseback and was an superb rider, having broken in more than a few broncos and fillies in her young life. In fact she had never come across a horse – or anything else for that matter – that she could not impose her will upon. Unfazed by Alika’s struggles, Louise rode the bucking, twisting black woman like an unruly mare, weighing her down, exhausting her, overcoming her. Gasping and wheezing, Alika did all she could to rid herself of the girl on top of her. She tried kicking, hitting and scratching Louise – she even squeezed and clawed the blonde’s big, jiggling boobs – but it was in vain. The white woman remained firmly on top of her writhing ebony foe, keeping her on her back, expertly riding her struggles down. Grabbing Alika’s wrists, Louise forced her arms down and pinned them the ground above her head. The proud ebony goddess howled and struggled, but couldn’t free herself. Using her all the strength of her young, voluptuous body, and her seemingly inexhaustible stamina, the young Southern Belle had finally trapped and subdued the mighty Jungle Queen. Squirming feebly beneath her captor, Alika could only whimper in despair and humiliation as Louise dominated her completely. Not satisfied with merely holding her foe down, the cruel blonde beauty taunted the black woman and further embarrassed the fallen Jungle Heroine by rubbing her naked, sweat-soaked breasts in her face as a reminder of the manner in which she had defeated the powerful African warrioress.

Pushing herself up, Louise now easily pinned Alika’s arms at her sides with her knees, despite all of Alika’s attempts to resist. Alika was helpless! She who had never known defeat and had overcome the jungle’s most fierce beasts was now at the mercy of a mere white girl and a truly evil one at that! Screaming furiously, the trapped Jungle Queen struggled with all her remaining might beneath Louise, but all she only exhausted herself even more. Sitting high atop her foe, Louise held the bucking ebony beauty down with ease, panting, her chest heaving up and down, her massive, creamy breasts swaying and quivering, her sweat dripping freely from the pink nipples onto the helpless African woman’s face.

“Have you had enough, you black beast?” Louise asked her pinned opponent “Do you surrender?”

Instead on answering, Alika, having gathered all of her remaining strength, suddenly bucked with such force that Louise could not keep her seat on top of her. During their struggle the two women had ended up right at h very edge of the lake and now after Alika’s big heave, Louise simply tumbled head over heels into the water. Seizing the opportunity, Alika quickly scrambled into the lake after Louise, grabbing the blonde’s hair and pushing her head under the water. All of her renowned magnanimity and kind-heartedness gone without a trace, the Jungle Queen put both her body and her mind to one purpose: drowning Louise. She had to do it in order to survive, it was as simple as that.

Overcoming her initial panic, Louise now began to struggle with everything she had left, which at this point proved more than what Alika had. Straddling her rival’s back, the African woman did all she could to keep Louise’s head beneath the surface, but could not. The white girl’s strong, supple body twisted and heaved vigorously, eventually toppling the ebony beauty. On her knees and gasping for air, Louise now turned to face her foe, who was kneeling behind her in the shallow water. Alika tried to hit Louise in the face, but the blonde ducked the blow and buried her fist in Alika’s belly, doubling her up.

“Wanna kill me, do you, you black brute!” Louise snarled as she unleashed two huge punches to Alika’s jaw, which sent the black woman sprawling onto her back on the lake’s shore. Straddling the dazed Jungle Queen, the Southern Belle hammered more punches into Alika’s face nearly knocking the embattled ebony fighter out. Enraged beyond reason Louise now grabbed Alika’s magnificent breasts and mauled the massive mounds brutally, digging her sharp claws deep into the flesh.

“AAAAAAAAAAHHHHH STOP! LET ME GO! LET ME GO! LET ME GO! STOOOOOOOOOP!” Alika howled in agony, squirming futilely beneath Louise, too exhausted to fight back.

“Had enough, have you, you filthy animal?” Louise asked menacingly. “Well I haven’t! I told you I’ll teach you some proper manners and I will! You will pay for ever daring to raise a hand against me, you nigger whore! You will bow to me and you will call me “Missus” before I’m done with you!”

“NEVER!” the proud African warrioress yelled, still struggling, tears of pain and helpless fury welling up in her eyes – something never seen before. “NEVER, WITCH! LET ME GO! GET OUT OF MY LAND! LET ME GOOOOOW!”

“So, you still want more!” Louise said. “Even though you’re beaten, you still refuse to respect your betters, do you, you dumb nigger whore? Well, we shall see about that!”

Getting up, Louise stooped down and grabbed Alika’s ankles, dragging her some distance away from the lake. Alika, screamed and squirmed, pounding the ground with her hands and digging her fingers into the earth, but could not prevent Louise from hauling her like a sack of potatoes. Letting go, Louise now quickly walked over to her horse, reached for the saddle and detached the specially shortened bullwhip she never went anywhere without.

“Now you shall see what happens to those who cross Louise Preston!” the beautiful blonde said ominously, walking toward Alika, who was struggling to rise. “Don’t you think I haven’t dealt with rebellious niggers before! I promised you I’d whip your thick black hide offa your back and it’s time I made good on my promise!”

Alika had just made it to her feet when Louise closed in. A vicious knee low to the belly had the enfeebled Jungle Queen dropping to her knees with a groan. A second knee – this time to the face – and Alika was spread-eagled on the ground, her head spinning. Kicking the ebony beauty over onto her stomach, Louise spit hatefully on Alika’s broad, glistening back.

“Now you’re right where you belong, you beast: Lying on the ground at your mistress’ feet!” The Southern Belle growled, her blue eyes blazing. “Now you beg me for mercy, nigger, and beg me real good and maybe I’ll let you live!”

“Don’t touch me!” Alika blubbered, desperately trying to will her exhausted body to rise and finding it impossible. “I forbid you to touch me! I am Alika, Queen and Protector of the Jungle and I order you to leave my land immediately you yellow-haired demon!”

“Queen of the Jungle?” Louise said contemptuously. “Look at what I just done to you, you stupid bitch! Look at where you are – crawlin’ at my feet like a worm! There is only one queen here and that’s me! You’re just a lowly nigger whore who’s too ignorant to know when she’s been beaten! But no matter! You’ll learn! You’ll be squealing for mercy and lickin’ your mistress’ feet in a minute!”

“NEVER, YOU EVIL WHITE WITCH!” Alika shouted defiantly, struggling in vain to get up off the ground.

“We shall see.” Louise said coldly. “And you shall call me “Missus”” she added as she cracked the whip in the air as if to test it.

Before Alika could say anything further, Louise put one dainty, bare foot on the side of the black woman’s face and pushed down, pinning her head to the ground. Alika squealed in protest and squirmed. Her proud spirit rebelling against this humiliation, the African beauty grabbed the blonde’s ankle and tried to push her foot away, but failed; she was simply too weak now, all of her legendary strength gone, beaten out of her by this young she-devil who had the audacity to step on her.

“Missus, you nigger bitch! Got it? Missus!” Louise growled, her shapely calf bulging as she pushed down with her leg, her foot keeping the ebony woman’s head securely pinned to the ground.

“NOOO!” Alika mooed, wriggling feebly on the jungle floor.

The whip cracked across Alika’s back and the Jungle Queen screamed, the searing pain unlike anything she had ever felt before.

“You like that, nigger? Here, have some more!” Louise hissed viciously, her practiced arm wielding the whip with dexterity, the thin strip of leather landing again and again on Alika’s prone body, biting into the soft skin and leaving angry welts all over it.

Alika was squealing; the pain was so intense that she felt like her entire body was on fire. And it was getting worse, with Louise not showing any signs of relenting and continuing to lash away, her eyes hard, teeth bared in a vicious grimace as she beat the helpless woman mercilessly. The stricken Jungle Queen’s shrill cries of distress – something never before heard – grew louder and louder until they were echoing all over the jungle. The agony she was in was something Alika had never thought possible. Not having the strength to fight or escape, she just lay there and took the beating, shrieking incessantly as the unbelievable pain consumed her whole. Battered, exhausted and with no relief in sight, the proud African warrioress’ fierce spirit began to wane. It was as if the whip’s cruel, stinging tail was cutting not only into her skin but into her very soul, slowly eroding her will. And then, suddenly, she broke.

“NO! NO! NO! STOP! PLEASE STOP! MISSUS PLEASE! MISSUS! NO! MISSUS! MISSUS! MISSUS! MISSUS! MISSUS! MISSUS! MISSUS!” the overwhelmed ebony beauty wailed, having reached her limit – something she never knew she had.

An enraged Louise continued whipping Alika cruelly, eliciting more pleas from the decimated black woman, who could do nothing to stop her. “MISSUS! MISSUS! MISSUS!” the once mighty Jungle Queen just kept whining pitifully, beaten into a stupor, her tongue now instinctively finding its way between her trembling lips to lick her conqueror’s foot in a show of subjugation, her defeat and humiliation at the hands of the white girl complete. It was over. The fair Mistress of the Prairie had conquered the ebony Ruler of the Jungle.

Dropping the whip to the ground, Louise kicked Alika over onto her back and stood over her, panting and shaking. Her whole body tingled with excitement. Her emphatic victory and total domination over the powerful African woman, made her head spin and her vision blur. Sensations were erupting all over inside of her. She had experienced those before but never with such overwhelming intensity. She could no longer contain herself. The urge was just too strong for her. She had to do it or risk passing out from the excitement. Standing astride her conquest, her body heavy with fatigue and lust, she reached down, her hand finding its way between her legs where the sensations were coming from. She felt the hot, slick wetness – more of it than she could remember having ever produced – as she smoothly slipped two fingers between the tender pink folds of her pussy, and then added a third, jerking her hand back and forth, sliding her fingers deep inside of herself, while using her thumb to rapidly massage the hard, pink knob which had emerged from under its hood at the top of her slit.

Wave after wave of pure bliss coursed through Louise’s voluptuous body, emanating from the center of her being, the source of life force pulsing between her sculpted thighs. Fervor and pleasure gripped and shook her like never before. And still she wanted more. Instinctively she knew what she had to do. She had long dreamed and fantasized about this, but she had never dared try it. Now, though, she had the chance and she was not about to miss it. The vibe of Africa’s untamed wilderness was all around her and she felt it deep within her, boiling over in a torrent of wild, primal desire, sweeping away her reasons and inhibitions, liberating her completely. Straddling Alika, Louise moved forward till her hot, wet sex was right on top of the black woman’s face and began thrusting with her hips – clumsily and tentatively at first, then as her passions rose to new heights, she thrust harder and harder, grinding herself against Alika’s face, moaning softly. Alika was shocked and horrified by the girl’s depravity, but there was nothing she could do to stop Louise from having her way; the dominant blonde just kept mashing her naked crotch into the Jungle Queen’s face, her hungry, gaping cunt engulfing and devouring the defeated African woman’s beautiful features. Moaning louder and louder, her head thrown back her eyes shut tight in ecstasy, Louise humped her beaten rival’s face faster and faster, bouncing up and down, her massive alabaster tits rocking and swaying all over her chest as she bucked and writhed in the throes of wild passion. Finally, she climaxed, her whole body shuddering violently, tits quivering, belly pumping as she spent herself in a torrent of hot juices all over Alika’s face, coating it thickly to mark it as Louise’s territory.

Several minutes passed before Louise could gather her thoughts and enough strength to stand up after the most devastatingly satisfying orgasm she had ever experienced in her young life. Rising, the triumphant Southern Belle once again placed her right foot on Alika’s broad chest to signify her conquest. This time Alika did not resist. She could not. She no longer had the strength nor the will to. With the instincts of a frightened animal, she could sense her rival’s dominance as she looked up at the woman standing victorious above her. Everything about the golden-haired beauty – from the erect stature, to the steely, blazing blue eyes, to the mighty heaving, thrusting milky-white breasts – emanated power – pure, raw, animalistic female power – a power that Alika now felt was far greater than her own. The white woman was superior to her; there was no question about that. Alika had fought with everything she had and she had lost. She was no longer Queen of the Jungle, but a helpless victim belonging to her captor.

Satisfied that she had broken the other woman completely, Louise now used the lasso she had on her saddle to hogtie Alika before at last going for her planned refreshing swim in the lake. When she came out of the water, she dressed up, then untied Alika. She threw the lasso around the black woman’s neck like a collar and ordered her to pick up and carry the dead leopard. Unused to getting orders, Alika did not obey instantly, which led to an irate Louise taking the whip to the defeated ebony beauty again. This quickly showed Alika the error of her ways and with multiple repetitions of” “Yes missus!” and “Please missus!” the conquered African warrioress obeyed her new mistress’ will.

Mounting her horse, Louise led her captive with the lasso as if on a leash. The slave traders camp wasn’t close by at all and Alika suffered terribly beneath the hot African sun. Already exhausted and in great pain from the brutal beating she had received from Louise, the Jungle Queen was on the end of her tether, both physically and mentally, and every yard she had to walk was sheer agony for her with the leopard’s dead weight on her shoulders adding to her plight. If she’d been left alone, she would have collapsed completely, but was not left alone. Every time Alika gave signs of slowing or falling down, Louise would tug on the lasso sharply, pulling the stumbling Alika along and threatening her that if she fell down she’d be dragged behind the horse. Terrified by the horrible threats that constantly issued forth from Louise’s mouth the beleaguered ebony heroine somehow always managed to remain on her feet and continue onward, sobbing in pain and humiliation as she slowly lurched towards a life of misery and humiliation.

Finally, after what seemed like an eternity to Alika, they all made their way back into the camp, causing a real furor. Almost everyone there knew Alika either by sight or by description and seeing her being led like a dog, obviously beaten and tamed, was a great shock. They couldn’t believe Louise had managed to capture the legendary Jungle Queen all by herself. Then, their amazement was replaced by joy as they realized that with Alika out of the way they were free to kill and plunder at will. And since they were all a weak and vindictive bunch, they wanted to exact some payback on Alika, who had embarrassed most of them and thwarted their plans, while she had been free. And they would have had their way with the helpless African beauty, had it not been for Louise, who flatly forbade anyone to touch her captive. She declared Alika to be her property, one she intended to keep as her personal slave-girl and anyone who dared lay a hand on Louise Preston’s property would have to answer to her. That held the surly lot in check for the remainder of their stay in Africa. They had feared Alika before and now that they knew Louise had beaten her, they were afraid of the beautiful blonde just as much. Even John Preston seemed scared of his temperamental, domineering daughter. It was clear who would be calling all the shots at the Preston house from now on.

With no one to stop them, the slave traders ravaged the land for several more days, killing many animals and people and taking a large number of natives as slaves. When they departed, their ships were filled to the gunwales with precious cargo. It was without a doubt their most successful trip and they had all taken a great deal of loot and trophies and stood to make a lot of money at the slave market. At the same time they all agreed that no one had gotten a greater prize than Louise, who could claim none other than the legendary Jungle Queen as her trophy. As for Alika, herself, she was now a beaten and broken woman and would spent many years in servitude at the Preston plantation, catering to her mistress’s every whim to avoid Louise’s cruel whip. Never again would she raise her hand or her voice against the blonde fury, who had conquered her. She had grown up in the African jungle, but she soon discovered that the jungle was not contained within Africa. The whole world was one big jungle, where it was all about survival of the fittest and where the strongest ruled. And after the clash at the lake’s shore on that fateful day, Alika had learned the bitter truth: Louise was the strongest. Louise ruled. Louise was Queen of the Jungle.