Jane of the Jungle - A Fiction by Anonymous Punk

Part One

Jane wore as little material to the ring as was permissible by the FantasticWrestlingLeague. Her character, Jane of the Jungle, had become immensely popular with the avid and voyeuristic fans of the league. There was not another body like hers. Her smooth dark body curved like an hourglass. She had full lips and wide hips, a large, high ass, large juicy black tits, and nipples the size of silver dollars. Her body was the envy of many a wrestler, and this, along with her increasingly skimpy attire had brought (some would even say, had warranted) the wrath of her fellow wrestlers.

Jane had signed a one year contract four months ago as a rookie wrestler. Although her skills were not developed, it did not much matter. The FantasticWrestlingLeague promoted T & A as opposed to skill and technique. Nevertheless, Jane found herself improving weekly. Her endurance had especially improved, and it was noted by many of her opponents as being her greatest advantage. She had endured many a long battle inside the ring and recently had impressive wins over top-ranked veterans (whom she had outlasted, rather than outwrestled); and she had earned a spot on a card that would determine a challenger to the current champion of the league, Heather the Great.

The rise of Jane of the Jungle’s popularity coincided with the shrinking of her outfit. She had begun her career as a poor barefoot wrestler who chose to wear a modest leopard print suit to the ring. With experience, and with the realization that the fans of the league preferred to see the girls in compromised positions, Jane had simplified her outfit. She would now proudly exhibit her stunning black figure in a miniscule brown micro-bikini. She understood, and was flattered, that the fans reaction to her bordered on hysterics. But it came with a price to pay. At one time Jane had been popular both with the fans and the wrestlers. She had had a successful run as a tag-team partner. She would often receive support and assistance from her fellow wrestlers when she was confronted by overwhelming odds. That all changed one night, when during a difficult tag match, her partner of some two months had turned on her, and she was forced to withstand a pummeling by three well-trained and upset wrestlers. Jane, along with her partner at the time, Carol The Black, had been engaged in an exhausting tag-team contest with the Masked Maulers, Terry and Jerry. Partway through the match Carol The Black had suffered a slight hamstring pull, and Jane, while Carol attended to her injury, had fought admirably against the two bigger, meaner opponents. But after ten minutes of grueling grappling and some dirty tactics, Jane of the Jungle’s endurance had waned and she had become eager to make a tag. Seeing that Jane had grown tired, and that her partner, Carol The Black, might be ready for a tag-in, The Masked Maulers became more aggressive against Jane. They made quick tags, and kept Jane near their corner, occasionally sneaking in a cheap shot. Jane was winded, and she had tried to crawl away several times. Finally, after a crushing body slam, Terry joined Jerry in the ring and they worked over Jane’s legs. They concentrated their attack on Jane’s thighs. Aware of her impressive endurance they looked to take her legs out from under her. Jane was on her back, wincing, when each Masked Mauler grabbed a bare foot. They lifted Jane’s legs high off the mat and put heavy boots into the back of her thighs. Although tired, Jane had not been excessively battered to this point of the match, and she was aware that her compromised position had the fans wild with excitement. They encouraged the Masked Maulers to further hammer Jane’s sexy legs. And they did. They would, one after the other, drop sharp elbows into Jane’s inner thighs. Jane gasped, and brought her hands to her head, grieving over the maltreatment of her exotic black body. Her legs were stretched far apart, so wide that she thought she would be split. The Masked Maulers jumped and landed forcefully on the mat, trapping Jane’s ankles beneath their wide thighs. Jane of the Jungle’s shapely legs were spread like no one had seen before. She was frantic. But Terry and Jerry continued their assault. They each grabbed a bare ankle in both hands and callously rowed Jane’s legs backward and forward. Six times they performed this brutal maneuver, making sure to smash Jane’s pretty toes hard into the mat each time on the way down. Jane of the Jungle was so maliciously splayed that her feet were damn near parallel to her shoulders. Tears started to well in her eyes. Terry and Jerry stomped her calves, clawed down her thighs, raked her bare feet. They bent her toes far back and they bit her feet. Finally, the referee had seen enough and pushed both of the Masked Maulers off of Jane. He shoved them back into their corner, reprimanding them for trying to take Jane’s legs off. Jane was close to being in shock. She felt that she could not stand for the moment, but she knew that she must get to her corner for a tag before the referee allowed one, or both, of the Masked Maulers back after her. She sighed heavily, and got to her elbows. Slowly, she dragged herself along the mat by her forearms, her large tits dragging along the mat. Jane made it close to her corner and put out a hand for a tag with Carol The Black. Carol grabbed her hand and pulled her into their corner. Jane, too exhausted to lift herself over and through the ropes just then, rested her neck on the bottom rope, looking up at Carol, who had just finished applying an ointment to her slightly strained hamstring. Jane took another deep breath, and she closed her eyes briefly with a sigh of relief. Just when Jane had made a start to rise, just after re-opening her eyes, Carol’s hand slapped straight across her face. A handful of ointment smeared across Jane’s brow, some of it swiped right into her eyes. Jane had been temporarily blinded, but worse, she had been double-crossed by her partner, Carol The Black, and was now faced with the near impossible prospect of fending off not only the fast approaching Masked Maulers, but her newest bitter enemy, her partner, Carol The Black. Jane of the Jungle writhed on the mat for a few seconds, trying to clear away the blinding ointment from her eyes. She managed to get to her knees before a handful of her hair was grabbed. She could not see who had her in their grasp, but that fact became unimportant when she felt two heavy hands slap viciously across her chest. Jane fell back onto the bottom rope, her legs were grabbed and she was dragged back out to the center of the ring. A heavy boot was put across her neck. Carol The Black was choking the dazed Jane of the Jungle. She dug in on Jane’s neck, and smiled sadistically at the blinded girl, “You wanna see who gonna rip you apart, jungle bitch?!” She spit into Jane’s face, and took her big boot from off of her neck. Jane cleared her face and eyes, and tried to have a look at her attackers, but she was not yet able to see a thing. She did not see the set of hands reaching down to her chest, but she did feel each of her big tits grabbed violently. Terry and Jerry pulled Jane to her feet by her tits. Jane howled and had trouble standing up on her own two feet, but the Masked Maulers would not allow her to fall back to the mat. Jane had been so overcome by the attack that she did not defend her body from the brutal onslaught of her foes. Her arms hung down to her side as her tits were gripped violently to keep her steady. Each Masked Mauler had both hands clenched hard, and twisted, pulled, clawed, on each one of Jane’s suffering tits; if it were not for their hold on her, Jane would not have been able to stay on her feet. Her legs still wobbled from the attack she had received just minutes ago. Terry and Jerry began to push Jane back and forth by her swelling tits … back and forth, back and forth. The tiny bikini material slid off of Jane’s enormous nipples. Each attacker stared at the huge areolas, and then, with a grip as tight as could be, the Masked Maulers, Terry and Jerry, each of them, with two hands wringing mercilessly on each one of Jane of the Jungle’s giant tits, tugged violently in every which direction. Jane’s exquisite black body shook, her full lips parted, but not a sound escaped, her nipples hardened to rock, and extended erotically. Jane became faint and her head fell backward, but Carol The Black noticed this faint spell and snapped Jane back into her harsh reality with a vicious twisting of her right nipple. Jane’s toes wriggled, she bit her full big juicy lips, and her eyes opened wide. For the first time since being blinded by Carol, Jane could now see just who did what to her, and she could not believe the force with which the Masked Maulers used to crush her tits. Jane could now clearly see how terribly extended her nipples were; they throbbed noticeably, had become swelled. Jane showed real worry on her face and it was then that her attackers realized that she was no longer blinded by the ointment. “So you black jungle bitch, you see, you suffer!”, and Carol dug her nails into Jane’s exposed tits, while Terry and Jerry still gripped mercilessly onto each one of them. Slowly, with her nails dug deep into the plump flesh of Jane’s chest, Carol cruelly raked down, scratching over her areolas, her nipples. Jane’s eyes rolled back into her head. The scorching pain was unbearable. She had to fight back, but her legs felt useless. The only thing keeping her from dropping to her knees was the Masked Maulers vicious grip on her tits. Again, Carol The Black clawed on Jane’s chest, and again, again, and again, until finally, Jane found the courage and strength to raise her arms and catch hold of Carol’s wrists. Jane struggled with Carol as both Terry and Jerry continued mashing her tits, but Jane would not relent, and managed a quick strike to Carol’s chin, knocking her backward and almost off her feet. With Carol momentarily stunned, Jane of the Jungle threw her elbows out at the Masked Maulers, and luckily, caught Jerry in the jaw, and Terry in her nose. They released Jane’s throbbing tits and brought their hands to their faces. Jane stumbled backward into her corner, and fell against the turnbuckle. With a burst of energy she slid from the ring and was able to retreat down the aisle, to save herself for another day of combat within the FantasticWrestlingLeague.

Part Two

Over the course of the next month Jane had worked tirelessly to improve her wrestling skills. She trained with a former, retired champion of the league. She ran five miles instead of three. She learned she could not trust anyone. As with her incredible figure, there soon prevailed a jealousy within the league of her development as a wrestler. Match after match was hard fought, and generally, she won. Her fans quadrupled, her earnings and rank improved, and her foes planned night and day to take her off her pedestal. Three days before her match to determine the next challenger to the champion, Heather the Great, Jane decided to view Heather’s skills in person. There had been scheduled a tag team event between Heather the Great and Lousy Louise versus Asian Red and her partner Miss Monee. Jane sat in a private wing of the arena and studiously watched over the action in the ring. She had never fought with Heather before but she had faced off with Asian Red and her partner Miss Monee. What troubled Jane was the coincidence that Heather the Great’s tag partner for the evening, Lousy Louise, was to be her opponent three days from now, in the match that would determine who was to square off as the next challenger to Heather the Great. It was not that unusual for partners and/or friends to battle competitively against one another, but it worried Jane just a little, as recently her relationship with most of the wrestlers within the FantasticWrestlingLeague had been strained by jealousies and envy, or, there was just a plain dislike of her. The tag team match went on for a good forty minutes before a winner emerged. Heather the Great and Lousy Louise prevailed in the end and Jane had concluded that all four wrestlers that night were stronger than her, were better wrestlers than her, and got along better with each other than with her. The match was professional and workmanlike. No one took cheap shots, as had often happened when Jane was in the ring. She left the arena that night, with her notes, some video recordings she had requested of Lousy Louise, and a tense nervousness that she attributed to feeling like the odd girl out. But her fans loved her, that she realized, even though, at times, they seemed to enjoy watching her exotic black body being beaten as much as when she stood victorious.

The three days prior to her scheduled match with Lousy Louise, Jane had prepared as best she knew how. She pressed her endurance by running an extra three miles, she was sure to get plenty of rest, she kept to a strict, healthy diet, and she studied the tapes she had of Louise for hours on end. Jane felt confident the night of her match. She never had felt more fit, or more sure of her wrestling ability. Without a question in her mind Jane felt capable of handling whatever tactic Lousy Louise chose to apply in the ring. Jane felt so good, she felt so healthy and strong, that she thought if the commissioner had ordered her to fight in three consecutive matches that night, she could endure through every one of them. Jane was also very anxious to have her match underway. She was ready. She did not like having to wait around until the Main Event (that was her match with Lousy Louise). She had changed into her skimpy brown bikini early. An hour before her match was to begin Jane admired her incredible figure in a mirror. She did look more fit, more capable, and even more desirable. Her dark skin glowed, and her large tits and her large ass seemed more firm than in the recent past. She stretched and tried to stay loose, and relaxed by working up a light sweat. After a few more looks into the mirror Jane made a final decision that really put her into the Star Category. She had never been entirely comfortable with her hair. It was a bit kinky, hard to manage. She did not ever stress herself about it, but tonight she wanted a different look, a more professional or mature style. She decided to wear her hair up. When she had finished pinning up her hair it could fairly be stated that Jane of the Jungle looked like a Bombshell. Her tits seemed to stick further out from her chest, her dainty neck, her thin wrists and ankles, appeared delicate, almost elegant. Her ass was a miracle, her legs looked longer, and her hips seemed wide and strong. Barefoot, she hopped up and down in front of the mirror, giggling like a little girl at just how splendid her body shown that night.

“Jane of the Jungle!!!”, hollers the ring announcer. The crowd roars. Jane appears from the tunnel and the crowd gets crazier when they see just how irresistible she has presented herself for tonight’s match. She strolls slowly and confidently down the aisle. She makes eyes with a few of her male fans, and rolls her shapely hips. Her big ass is round and perfect, her tits are swelled and bouncing, and her thin waist turns seductively. Her bare feet take easy steps toward the ring. Half of the men in the audience want to run at Jane and rape her right there in the aisle. Some of the women look at her as if they would not mind seeing a gang of men on top her, jamming their hard cocks into her vagina, her fat ass, between her full, juicy lips. Jane catches some sneers from these women and more than a few aggressive gestures made by seemingly angry men. But she understands that this is because tonight she looks every bit the Goddess, the Sex Lover Warrior Woman, Jane of the Jungle.

Jane is three quarters of the way down the aisle when suddenly she stops cold. Some fifty feet from her, standing at the end of the aisle and blocking her entrance to the ring are three fierce rivals, Terry and Jerry (the Masked Maulers) and Carol The Black (her former tag team partner). All three of these women look straight ahead at Jane. They taunt her to come down and confront them, and it looks to Jane that she hasn’t much of a choice, but she doesn’t immediately charge at them. First, she checks behind her to make sure that no one is running from the tunnel to attack her blindside, and then she quickly scans the audience for some fast approaching villain, but she does not see anyone making a move after her. She returns her attention to the three fighters who block the aisle. Terry and Jerry have on their usual black masks and their heavy, black combat boots. Carol The Black wears her black, studded, wrestling gear, complete with her black, studded gloves. All three are yelling viciously at Jane, but her attention turns to the ring, where her opponent for the evening, Lousy Louise leans over the top rope talking down at Heather the Great, Asian Red and Miss Monee. Jane cannot believe her pretty little eyes! She takes several steps backward, lost in confusion. What have they planned for her? Has she fallen into a trap? Did she misread the contract? She will get no answers standing where she is, though. That much she knows. In fact, the crowd around her are growing impatient for things to get underway. Some fans nearest her begin to hiss, someone throws a bucket of popcorn in the aisle, a warm chocolate bar hits her in the neck. Jane looks around again, searching for a clue as to what is expected of her. But she can see no ring officials, or any management. She is relieved when she notices the referee climbing into the ring, but still, she has three strong wrestlers facing her down in the aisle, and an agitated crowd surrounding her. Jane of the Jungle starts cautiously forward, towards her opponents, and then suddenly, she darts straight forward and delivers a crisp dropkick into the chest of Terry, knocking her backward into Carol The Black. But Jerry is quick to pounce on Jane before she is back on her feet (agility and quickness are not characteristic of Jane‘s technique). Jerry pounds Jane on the hip with a big, heavy combat boot. Jane is able to squirm away before receiving a couple more thumps against her legs, and she gets to her feet again to face the group of nasty adversaries. The three come together and close in on Jane. She has nowhere to turn, and no one to turn to. Audience members are pressed up against the crowd barrier, some are reaching out for Jane. She is more confused now than ever before, and her big lips quiver in momentary fright. The three wrestlers that stand in front of her grin maliciously and begin to swear and spit at her. Jane backs near the crowd divider to avoid their filthy attacks when suddenly her worst fear is realized. Several people in the crowd grab for Jane. She cannot see if they belong to the FantasticWrestlingLeague association or whether they are crazed fans, but they take hold of her shoulder and almost pull her into the crowd. Someone else grabs for a part of Jane’s right tit, almost swiping off her tiny bikini top. Jane stumbles to a knee, overcome by the many hands grasping at her. But she smartly tumbles forward, away from the reach of the lunatic fans, and rolls into the shins of her aggressors, knocking all three off their balance. Jane rushes to her feet, she darts toward the ring and slides headlong under the bottom rope, thus avoiding the three other wrestlers, Heather the Great, Asian Red, and Miss Monee, rushing at her.

Both Lousy Louise and Jane of the Jungle stand in their respective corners awaiting the bell to signal the start of the match. Six wrestlers outside of the ring, the Masked Maulers (Terry and Jerry), Heather the Great, Asian Red, Carol The Black, and Miss Monee fling insults at Jane, “We’ll see how good that stamina of yours is now, you black jungle bitch!” “That’s why we’re here! Have you figured that out yet jungle baby?!” “We’re gonna pound your body, baby!” “Yeah! We’re gonna pound your body good, jungle Jane!” “Hah Hah Hah!!!” Jane of the Jungle tries to tune out their horrible comments, but they all stand right below her corner of the ring. Jane’s head swirls with confusion. She does not even have the wherewithal to confront the referee about this apparent breach of the rules. But Jane is so mixed up at the moment that she cannot think straight. She wants to concentrate fully on wrestling Lousy Louise, but the taunts, the hateful words that the wrestlers outside of the ring hurl at her make her think twice about every aspect of her involvement with the FantasticWrestlingLeague. Where had she gone wrong? How had she so offended so many of the wrestlers? Could she beat them all tonight? Would they show her any mercy? Were the fans on her side? Jane looked into the audience, and yes, many did seem to be on her side. This show of support brought a little smile to Jane’s lips and she refocused her attention to her opponent inside of the ring. She thought to herself that when the time came to grapple with the others she would have to be smart, and ready to take advantage of the few chances she would get to save herself. Most importantly, Jane of the Jungle felt she needed to conserve her energy, to treat the match like a marathon.

Jane looked at Louise. Lousy Louise wore an outfit that looked more like combat apparel than wrestling gear. She wore boots similar to the heavy, black combat boots worn by the Masked Maulers. Jane thought they could be steel-toed, and she wanted to ask the referee but he had already checked her out, and now the bell rang to begin the match. Louise came forward in her big combat boots and her loose-fitting fatigues. Jane worried that Lousy Louise could have tucked any number of foreign objects neatly into a pocket, or wrapped something up around her forearm, or around her thighs, her waist, and be drawn out quickly to be used against Jane’s practically nude black body. But little did Jane know that what Louise carried on her was the least of her worries. Louise put her hands up over her head and offered Jane a test of strength as a start to their battle in the ring. Jane hesitated, knowing that she needed to conserve her energy in order to fend off the unfair attacks she would surely be receiving from these malicious wrestlers who could not wait to get their hands all over her beautiful black body. But Jane stepped forward and accepted the challenge. Lousy Louise usually stood just a couple inches taller than Jane of the Jungle, but with her combat boots on, Louise seemed to stand a good half-foot taller than Jane. They clasped hands, and Louise got the immediate advantage, bringing Jane up on her tiptoes. Quickly, Jane rolled back, put a bare foot into the gut of Louise and flipped her through the air. Louise fell near the ropes and immediately slid out to the floor to join her gang of supporters. Heather the Great seemed to busy herself adjusting what could have been Lousy Louise’s kneepads beneath her fatigues while the Masked Maulers, Asian Red, Miss Monee, and Carol The Black took the opportunity to intimidate Jane of the Jungle. With Louise and Heather on the floor discussing some tactic or other, the other wrestlers hopped up on all sides of the ring and challenged poor Jane to come at them. But Jane was no fool. She ignored them as best as she could and flirted innocently with the crowd, many of whom seemed to be cheering for her. Louise reentered the ring with a determined look on her face. Jane stood to face her in her skimpy brown bikini. The other wrestlers, though, had not dropped down off the ring apron. Two wrestlers, Asian Red and Miss Monee, stood on the apron on one side on the ring, and on the opposite side stood the Masked Maulers. On another side of the ring Heather the Great had hopped up on the ring apron, and opposite her stood Carol The Black. Jane was surrounded, but she realized that they could not enter into the ring, or so she hoped. Louise lunged threateningly toward Jane and was able to push her against the ropes where stood the Masked Maulers. Both Terry and Jerry slammed a fist into Jane’s lower back, dropping her to her knees. Before Jane could get to her feet the Masked Maulers had each planted a thick-soled combat boot onto the soles of Jane’s bare feet. They mashed down hard on her toes, using their impressive weight to keep Jane’s bare feet planted into the canvas of the mat. Jane, on her knees, faced a grinning Lousy Louise. “How does that feel you naked black whore?!” But Jane would not give her the satisfaction of answering, or of appearing to be especially pained. Instead, Jane, despite being on her knees and having the soles of her bare feet crushed by the thick-soled combat boots of the Masked Maulers, lifted both her hands up and offered Louise another test of strength. It was a risky move but Jane felt there was little choice for her, as Louise could’ve easily started pummeling her, or worse, helped the Masked Maulers pull her from the ring. So when Louise seemed to accept her challenge and stepped up close to Jane and raised her hands, Jane nailed Louise in the gut with a right cross, and connected with her left elbow into the gut of Jerry, who fell from the ring apron. Jane then freed her other bare foot by turning sharply and kicking Terry in the chest. She too fell to the floor and Jane was able to get to her feet. She limped around a little while Louise sucked in oxygen. But suddenly, Jane felt she had an opportunity she could not pass on and charged at the disoriented Louise. She lifted a knee and meant to slam it into the side of her head. But the inexperienced wrestler had acted too aggressively and Louise caught Jane in her crotch with an elbow. Jane dropped like a stone to the mat and covered up. She gasped for a second or two, but quickly scrambled to her feet. During this event Jane felt that she could not spend time prone against the mat. There were too many of her enemies lurking around for the chance to get at her soft black flesh. But Jane had been hurt; the Masked Maulers had spent a minute mashing her bare feet into the mat with their combat boots, and now Louise had gotten lucky with an elbow smash to her pussy. Jane needed a minute to recover, or a corner to retreat to, or a ring rope to hang on to, but none of these options was available to her. If she retreated to her corner for a breather, the wrestlers would go there to attack her, if she hung on to a rope at any side of the ring, in order to ease off of her sore bare feet, the wrestlers would attack her, and if she remained still, did not continue to move, Louise would slowly take her apart. So, painfully, Jane of the Jungle limped around the ring, trying to avoid Louise who now sensed the weakness of her opponent and meant to take full advantage. Louise stormed straight ahead at Jane, stopped on a dime, and shot her legs out, catching Jane flush in her large chest with a flying dropkick. Jane fell down and landed near the ropes, at the edge of the ring. This time several of her enemies outside of the ring rushed over to attack her body. Heather the Great was the first to get to her. She slammed her forearm smack against Jane’s forehead, dizzying her. Carol The Black got her large hands around Jane’s neck and choked her, banged her head back against the mat a few times. Asian Red took hold of her right ankle and was able to pull Jane’s leg a few inches over the side of the ring. She lifted Jane’s leg and slammed her thigh a number of times onto the corner of the ring. Lousy Louise made sure to take advantage of the situation. With Jane’s prone body near the edge of the ring, with Carol choking the poor girl, and Asian Red working over her right leg, Louise went over to Jane, put both her hands onto the top rope, lifted a boot, and mashed down on Jane’s left tit. Louise used the rope as leverage, her boot squashed Jane’s huge tit into the mat. Jane arched her back, trying to relieve the burning grind of Louise’s boot as it smeared her left tit into the mat. She was in trouble. She had to act fast, and she did. Out of sheer desperation Jane shot her right hand into the face of Carol The Black, and luckily, was able to poke her in the eye. Carol stumbled back releasing her choke-hold from around Jane’s neck. Jane then grabbed the boot of Lousy Louise that mashed on her tit and twisted with all of her might. Louise screamed as her knee was nearly dislocated, she fell backward, away from Jane, who was then able to free her right leg from the grasp of Asian Red by popping her in the jaw with an athletic, powerful left leg kick. Jane rolled away from the ropes, she got on her knees, took a quick look over at Lousy Louise, who hobbled near her corner, and rested a few seconds before getting up.

Part Three

Jane had done well to escape from a dire predicament. She had even landed a few good shots to her opponents. Asian Red’s jaw was swollen, Carol The Black’s right eye was closed, and Lousy Louise was favoring an ankle. Jane felt invigorated. Her left tit felt a bit raw, and her right thigh felt bruised, but she could breath again, and she had dished out to her opponents some of their own medicine. As long as Jane could keep her distance from the six vicious foes outside of the ring, and concentrate on defeating Lousy Louise she felt she had a chance to not only save herself from a terrible beating, but that she may be able to pull off a most improbable victory. Jane noticed that, now, the Masked Maulers, Heather the Great, Carol The Black, Asian Red, and Miss Monee remained on the floor, off the ring apron. She could now afford to use the ropes; so she sprung back, flung herself off the ropes and caught Louise in the chest with a well executed front body splash. She landed right on top of Louise, knocking the wind out of her. Jane quickly got to her feet, and dropped an elbow onto Louise’s stomach. Again she was quick to her feet, and flew once more at the ropes, but Heather the Great reached a hand inside the ring and tripped up Jane as she ricocheted back. Jane lost her balance and stumbled awkwardly toward Lousy Louise who moved aside at the last possible second and pushed a stumbling Jane through the ropes. Jane crashed to the floor on her side, but was unhurt. She was up in a flash, but already Miss Monee and the Masked Maulers had surrounded her. Heather the Great was running from the other side of the ring while Asian Red and Carol The Black moved slowly, still recovering from the rough blows they had received from Jane earlier. Lousy Louise had fallen to her knees inside of the ring, completely out of breath from Jane’s precisely executed maneuvers. She tried to get the attention of Asian Red and Carol The Black by waving her hands. She motioned some sort of signal to them, and they stopped, turned around, and began moving toward the opposite side of the ring of where Jane stood facing the Masked Maulers and Miss Monee. Heather the Great was fast approaching so Jane went on the offensive. She gave a powerful leg kick into the ribs of Miss Monee, and struck a left fist into the head of Terry, the other Masked Mauler, Jerry, backed off a few steps until Heather had reached them, and then, both she and Heather stormed ahead at Jane of the Jungle.

Jane moved well and landed impressive shots to her opponents, but they were determined. Miss Monee latched onto Jane’s thigh and Heather grabbed an arm. Jane fought them off and put on a tremendous display of skilled fighting. Her opponents, though sluggish and battered, still outnumbered Jane and could easily block her way back into the ring. Finally, Jane, with a few more punches and kicks, cleared a path. She reached for the middle rope, and began to bring herself up into the ring, when her attackers revealed just how prepared they were to defeat the Jane of the Jungle. A thick rope is lassoed around her neck. Carol The Black pulls back hard, forcing Jane off the ring apron. Jane falls away from the ring, but is able to keep her feet, momentarily, as out of nowhere a short, thick club pounds into her right thigh. Jane falls to one knee, and immediately Carol The Black tugs aggressively on the rope around Jane’s neck. Jane is pulled a few feet along the floor but is able to slide back onto her bare feet. She brings both her hands to the rope looped around her neck and tries to get her fingers in-between. By now, most of the others, the Masked Maulers, Heather the Great, Miss Monee, and Asian Red have regained a bit of their senses, and have recovered enough strength to raise themselves up and challenge Jane once more. Although now, now they are prepared to execute their plan of exhausting Jane of the Jungle to the fullest. Each one, moving slowly but deliberately go to a bucket that had apparently been pulled out from under the ring, and brandish a weapon. Jane, struggling with the rope around her neck, has difficulty seeing just what is being taken out of the bucket, but she realizes, right off, that her situation has become serious. Inside the ring, Lousy Louise crawls over to the ropes and yells at her friends to, “Beat her, and beat her! Exhaust that black body! Don’t throw her back in here until she is dripping wet, until she is groaning and begging. Stick it to that disgusting naked black body!” Jane cannot fathom her words, she doesn’t understand just what is meant, and she doesn’t want to learn. Jane quickly turns her back on the gang gathering in front of her, and she dashes at Carol The Black, who holds the rope. The tension around her neck lessens as she charges straight toward Carol, who stands surprised at Jane’s aggressiveness. Jane levels Carol in the stomach with a strong shoulder smash which sends her flying into the crowd barrier. She then grabs for the rope around her neck and tries to work it loose, but she fails to free herself before the gang of vicious opponents shock her again, this time literally. Jane’s voluptuous body receives three sharp stings. One against her back, one against her thigh, and the third burns into her hip. Each of the Masked Maulers, Jerry and Terry, along with Heather the Great, hold onto a small Taser. The shock it deploys is minute, they are cheap devices, Jane isn’t even knocked off her feet after receiving three blasts to her uncovered body, but she certainly feels a sharp sting, like a small knife has thrust into her flesh. Jane drops her hands away from the rope wrapped around her neck. She looks down at her awesome body to see just what had hit it, but the rope around her neck rips her straight up. Again she brings her hands to the tightening rope around her neck. She spreads her legs wide to brace against the pull of the rope. Jane’s eyes are closed as every muscle of her gorgeous black body fights to keep her ground. Heather the Great has taken the rope dropped by Carol The Black and has wrapped it tight around her own hand and wrist, making the rope between herself, and Jane, taut. Jane is surrounded by the Masked Maulers, Asian Red, and Miss Monee. They all hold onto thin, not especially heavy, or strong, four foot chains. Miss Monee whips her chain at Jane’s left breast. Jane’s eye’s bulge open and the Masked Maulers, Jerry and Terry, standing just behind Jane, on either side of her, whip their chains against her back, simultaneously. Jane, the rope still tight around her neck, grunts deeply. She looks, panicked, at Miss Monee and Asian Red standing in front of her. They each wield their chain and whip at Jane’s breast. A chain snaps viciously over Jane’s huge right tit. A chain snaps viciously over Jane’s huge left tit. Again her tits are whipped. Her tits are whipped again and again. Terry and Jerry (the Masked Maulers), whip their chains savagely at Jane’s back. They whip her nude backside again with the chains. Jane shudders, her huge tits are whipped, her back is whipped, her tits are whipped. Jane of the Jungle is being whipped like a dog. But still, she stands to her attackers terrible abuse. They switch positions; the Masked Maulers go to Jane’s front side, Miss Monee and Asian Red stand on either side of Jane’s terrific backside. All at once, they whip her body again. The chains strike her soft black flesh each time. Jane’s tiny brown bikini hardly covers her large nipples, her pussy. The Masked Maulers again go after Jane’s tits. Jerry whips at Jane’s huge left tit, and Terry whips at Jane’s huge right tit. Jane’s body shudders, her full, luscious lips quiver, and again her tits are attacked viciously. Miss Monee and Asian Red back away. Heather the Great holds the rope tight, and she smiles sadistically as Jane’s tits are whipped relentlessly. But through this beating Jane does not fall. Her hands remained clenched to the rope wrapped around her neck, her shapely hips and thighs withstand the pressure to collapse. Her chest heaves proudly, taking the chain-whips of Terry and Jerry. Meanwhile, the crowd has gone berserk. Many are thrilled to witness this vicious beating of Jane of the Jungle. They look on in ecstasy as Jane’s black body is abused. Even Jane’s supporters, although not as visibly excited as her Haters, look on at Jane’s beating with a sort of sensual pleasure. And some, amid all the hullabaloo, confer to each other a belief that Jane of the Jungle will somehow pull through. They tell one another, “Look, even after whipping her like that she is still standing. They cannot get her down. She can take one hell of a beating. Go Jane!” But it had not gone unnoticed to the wrestlers surrounding her that Jane would not fall. And they intended to beat her down.

The Masked Maulers (Terry and Jerry) Asian Red, and Miss Monee had stopped whipping Jane’s body. Heather the Great had twirled the rope around her hand and wrist a number of times and was now inches from the back of Jane’s head. Close enough to whisper into her ear. Close enough to forcibly lift Jane to her tiptoes by really applying the pressure to the rope wrapped around her neck. Jane winced awfully and desperately kept her fingers clutching at the rope in order to create whatever little space she could to breath. “How do your giant black tits feel, Janie?”, whispered Heather, “Huh? How did those chains feel over your giant black tits? Tell me jungle bitch.” Heather pulled back roughly on the rope, “We’re not done beating on your tits, you know that, right? There is a lot more we’re gonna do to those things before we’re done.” At that moment Carol the Black and Miss Monee grabbed Jane’s hands. They forced them behind her back and tied a thin plastic cord around her wrists. Now, Jane’s only defense against these six brutal attackers was her strong sexy legs. She tried to stay focused, to search for any chance that might present an opportunity of releasing herself from this torture. But slowly, methodically, her opponents were not only beating her body into submission, they were destroying her hope. Still, Jane of the Jungle struggled against their attacks, she would not give in to their wickedness. Still, Heather the Great held the rope tight around Jane’s neck. And now, the others returned to Jane in her defenseless position determined to get her to her knees. The Masked Maulers stepped in front of Jane, each with a Taser. They plunged the cruel devices deep into the soft flesh of Jane’s huge black tits. Terry mauled Jane’s left tit, and Jerry mauled Jane’s right tit. Repeatedly they struck the charges into her big chest. It felt to Jane as if her tits were being knifed. Jane’s head rolled around as again and again her tits suffered charge after charge. She could not believe their cruelty to her. Jane was now completely drenched in sweat. Water dripped off her full lips, beads of water ran down her large black, beaten, tits, her large ass shined. Her back, her thighs, her feet, every inch of her exotic black body was covered with sweat. Carol The Black and Asian Red showed up on either side of Jane. They had short, thick clubs that they rammed into Jane’s hips. Carol reared back and Asian Red reared back and they rammed those clubs into Jane’s full hips with a hateful fury. Jane’s legs began to buckle now, but she would not fall. It may have been better if she had.

With her hands tied behind her back, and the rope around her neck holding her in place, with her tits having been whipped viciously by chains and shocked mercilessly, with clubs having pounded her hips, Jane’s beautiful body still had not fallen, or received the full extent of the wrath that the six wrestlers, the Masked Maulers, Carol The Black, Asian Red, Miss Monee, and Heather the Great, were ready to employ. In full control of Jane of the Jungle the wrestlers moved slowly around her, mocking her, teasing her, yelling at her like crazed tormentors. They laughed together with Lousy Louise, who had for some time been completely recovered from Jane’s earlier aggressions inside of the ring. “Hey,” she hollers at her friends, “turn that disgusting wet black body towards me. I want to see the pain in her face when you really get at that body of hers.” Jane can hear every vile word from the mouth of Lousy Louise, and she thinks she is a coward. A coward who cannot fairly square up to Jane of the Jungle. No, she must have not one, not two, but six of her fiends attacking Jane at every turn. But even that is not enough. No, they must tie her hands behind her back, make her defenseless. They must whip her and club her, and choke her. And now this coward wants to be able to stare into Jane’s pretty face, as she stands defenseless before a gang of torturers. Well Jane would fight this humiliation tooth and nail. When Heather the Great moved directly behind Jane and twisted the rope around her neck, viciously, in order to turn the front side of her gorgeous body toward Lousy Louise in the ring, Jane fought back. With a swift upward kick of her heel she drilled Heather in the crotch, dropping her like a shot cow. Jane bursts forward, and rips the rope away from Heather’s grip. She stumbles a few steps ahead and turns to face her attackers. Her hands are still tied behind her back, and the rope is still tight around her neck, but for the moment she has a chance. As long as Jane can keep them from reaching the end of the rope she believes, she hopes, that she has the ability to get a few good whacks at them. Before she has time to think of anything else, Carol The Black and Asian Red rush at her. Jane thinks fast, she ducks under Carol’s lunge at her, takes a quick step to the side, rolls her body over in the air and blasts a foot into the back of Asian Red’s head. Asian Red crashes into the crowd barrier, seemingly knocked cold, but Carol The Black comes right at Jane again, and the Masked Maulers sprint at her as well. Jane falls to the ground and kicks out at Carol’s shins, tripping her and sending her head first into the chest of Terry. Jerry then, throws a wild right cross at the face of Jane, but Jane is able to lean out of the way and avoid the punch. Jerry’s momentum zings her past Jane who is able to deliver a quick, slight kick that sends Jerry crumbling onto Asian Red. With several of her attackers down and not yet able to get back to the fight, Jane makes the decision to go on the attack. She charges at Miss Monee, who stands in disbelief at Jane’s resiliency, and slams into her gut with a crushing shoulder tackle. Miss Monee falls onto her back as Jane tumbles to the floor, but she has a renewed vigor, and springs to her feet, ready to face a chain-wielding Heather the Great. Heather moves gingerly forward, not fully recovered from Jane’s heel to her crotch. But Jane knows the stinging pain that just one lash of the chain yields, and so she is cautious, keeps one eye on Heather and one eye on the others who crawl and stumble around ringside as they attempt to shake off the effects of Jane’s powerful kicks. Heather swings the chain violently at Jane, but misses. She swings again, but Jane hops back, avoiding the full length of the chain. Again Heather swings the chain at Jane and again Jane hops back to avoid it. She can hear the shouts, the wild excitement of the fans behind her. Heather is driving her back against the crowd barrier. Jane is running out of room. She must countermove soon or she will risk being back against the crowd barrier with little space to move. Heather the Great would then have an opportunity to break down on her hard, or to get hold of the rope still wrung around her neck. Heather takes a few more steps forward, swinging the chain wildly, forcing Jane backward. Jane can almost feel the breath of the excited fans against her back. All of a sudden, Heather charges forward while snapping the chain violently at Jane. The chain whips over Jane’s shoulder as Heather plows into her. But just as Heather raises her forearm to smash into Jane’s lips, Jane lifts her knee and nails Heather’s crotch, again. Heather falls like an anchor. Jane drops to her knees, and surveys the rest of the gang.

Asian Red is groggy and still lays against the crowd barrier. Jerry looks to have twisted an ankle and has trouble getting to her feet. Carol The Black had sprained her neck when she crashed into Terry’s chest, and she remains on the floor rubbing and massaging it. Miss Monee clutches her stomach, and she too has yet to get off the floor. Only Terry seems to be able to move without much difficulty, but she breathes slowly and does not look ready for action; and Heather the Great grimaces just a few feet away from Jane, holding her crotch as if it has exploded. Inside of the ring Lousy Louise stamps around like a whiny child. She curses at the fans, at God, at whoever cares to listen to her crazed ranting.

Jane of the Jungle drops her head, and breathes heavily. She stays on her knees and closes her eyes. She considers what she has accomplished, what more she needs to accomplish, and how to accomplish it. She squirms her wrists together and around, hoping to work out of the tough plastic bind. She needs her hands free if she is able to finish off these thugs who have shown her no mercy. But her hands are bound tight. She wriggles her neck, loosening the looped rope just a little. She takes a few moments more to rest her body. Slowly, she raises her head and opens her eyes. Her opponents are still gathering their wits about them; they are not yet poised for another vicious attack against her. Suddenly, Jane of the Jungle feels the rope around her neck tighten. She is startled out of her composure and driven to her bare feet. She turns her waist, glances over her shoulder, and is shocked to see several male members of the audience pulling her back towards them. She cannot believe this! She does not believe this! This is not happening! How can this be happening?! She closes her pretty eyes again and locks her legs. She braces her entire body and nails her pretty feet to the floor, but again, and this time with authority, the rope around her neck is jerked, and she backpedals a few steps. She resists with all of her might, and struggles to take a step forward, but three men tug at the rope and pull her closer. They begin to talk to her, “We’re not gonna hurt you Jane. We just want to see that insane body of yours up-close. Come on baby, come here.” Jane is just steps from them. For the first time in her brief wrestling career Jane questions her choice of wearing such a skimpy outfit to ringside. Her big tits flop around sloppily. Her high, large ass flexes and shakes erotically. Her thin waist is stretched. Her pussy gets wet, is barely concealed beneath the thin and narrow brown bikini bottom. Her toes wriggle, her full moist lips quiver, her nipples grow large and hard. But she stops. She will not guilt herself into believing that she is to blame for arousing these men’s, or anyone’s, most animalistic behavior. They drag her nearer, and then, unable to control their urges any longer, the three men forcibly tug the rope and slam her backside into the crowd divider. Immediately, both her large tits are grabbed. They pull the rope harder, bringing her pretty head over the top of the crowd barrier. Her chest looks immense as her back arches painfully. Jane can do nothing. She looks up frightened at the three men, at the five men, nine, a crowd gathers around her. These men are crazed, she thinks. Someone ties the end of the rope to the bottom rail of the crowd divider. Every one of them are now free to molest her gorgeous black body. Jane writhes her body around helplessly, trying to avoid all of the terrible groping. Three dirty hands grab, tug, and rub on her huge left tit. Five squeeze and molest her huge right tit. Hands run down her tummy, her thighs, pinch her fat ass. Fingers run over her big wet lips, three fingers, five fingers, they pull her moist bottom lip down and dig in her mouth. They pull their wet fingers out of her gasping mouth and go back at her tits. They scratch her, they squeeze her, pull, pinch and twist. Jane is overcome, she breaths heavier, pants, her full moist lips part for air and someone sticks their tongue in her mouth. Another gross, slimy tongue slithers in her mouth. Men lick her ears, bite her neck, her tits. They are delirious. They attack her sexually. They are suffocating her. Jane does not know how many perverts have their hands over her body. She prays that her hands are freed, that the rope unties from around her neck. But nothing of the sort happens. Jane’s body is abused sexually, and she cannot put up the least bit of resistance.

Meanwhile, as Jane of the Jungle hung tied to the railing like an animal, her enemies had regrouped and seemed ready to exact brutal revenge over her curvy black frame. They exchanged heated words and psyched one another up. They grabbed chains, thick clubs, and Tasers. They looked over at Jane being molested by her fans and laughed maniacally. The Masked Maulers, Terry and Jerry, were the first villains to move toward Jane. They swung their chains fast around until a menacing whir, like the sound of a small propeller, was heard. Behind them, Carol The Black and Miss Monee walked swiftly toward Jane with a terrible purpose in mind. Heather the Great and Asian Red, although wanting nothing more than to beat on Jane’s black body without restraint, were still too banged up to join in on what was sure to be a horrible beating for the Jane of the Jungle. Some of the crowd hanging around Jane began to take notice of the wrestlers coming nearer, and they backed away, many returning to their seats, eager to witness what was planned for poor Jane. Other fans, most notably several crazed and horny men, did not notice the approach of the Masked Maulers, Carol The Black, and Miss Monee, until they stood directly in front of Jane’s prone body. It wasn’t until the men backed off of her that Jane understood her opponents had recovered, and were very close to continuing their assault. She did not know, however, just how near they stood to her. She could not have been in a worse position, either. The foolish men had not untied the rope that wrapped around her neck from the bottom rail of the crowd divider, her hands were still tied behind her back, and as unfortunate, Jane’s pretty head had been pulled a good way over the top rail of the crowd divider so that she only, for the precarious moment, had a view of the fan’s seated in their chairs. Her back was so uncomfortably arched that she was on her tiptoes in order to relieve some of the pressure. Her exotic black body almost took the form of an upside-down letter U. The only fortunate circumstance of her ordeal was that she had not been stripped naked.

Vicious chain-whips lash at Jane’s enormous breast. She groans deeply. The Masked Maulers stand over Jane on her left side, and take turns lashing just her left tit alone. Terry whips at her left tit hard, and then Jerry whips at her left tit hard. Terry whips her tit, Jerry whips her tit. The Masked Maulers wrap the chains around their fists a few times, shortening the length, and deliver punishing quick lashes to Jane of the Jungle’s left tit. In five seconds Terry lashes Jane’s left tit with the chain seven times. In ten seconds Jane’s huge left tit is whipped by the chains of Terry and Jerry a total of fifteen times. And then, to make the poor girl suffer even worse, the Masked Maulers wrap the chains completely around their fists. Jerry moves over to Jane’s huge right tit and Terry stays over Jane’s already throbbing left tit. Cruelly, they mash the chains into her giant tits, simultaneously. They grind on her nipples. They laugh viciously and press down with such force on poor Jane’s breasts, it looks as if they’re drilling into her, and they grind her tits, they grind her giant black tits, and they grind into her giant black tits some more. They step back and start whipping at both her tits again. Jane is screaming, “AAAAAGH!!! NO!! NO!! GOD NO!!” She sways her giant tits from side to side, hoping desperately that the chains will somehow miss the enormous targets. After one minute of this torture the Masked Maulers quit their brutal assault on Jane of the Jungle’s enormous tits. Jane sobs uncontrollably. She wrenches her head back and forth, trying desperately to loosen the knot that ties her to the crowd barrier by her neck. She jostles her wrists violently, hoping to break the tight plastic bind. Jane is trapped like no one in the audience has ever witnessed, and they watch in amazement as Carol The Black and Miss Monee join the Masked Maulers in the beating of Jane of the Jungle.

Both Carol and Miss Monee hold a Taser. “Get her nipples.”, commands Jerry. The tiny and sopping wet brown material that hid Jane’s silver dollar sized nipples is slipped under her enormous breasts. Her erect nipples pop into the air. Jane’s entire body quivers as the Tasers target her sensitive nipples. Jane is losing all of her strength. Her sexy legs begin to feel like jelly, and her toes feel as though they have been ground with sandpaper. Carol The Black goes after Jane’s large protruding brown nipple on her left breast. She had seen the Masked Maulers focus their vicious whipping attack on that big tit and knew that any more abuse inflicted on that part of Jane’s trapped, and magnificent body, would drive her mad. Carol stabs the device viciously into the large surface of Jane’s areola, into her erect, brown, silver dollar sized nipple, and clicks the electric straight into her nipple. She does it again. At the same time Miss Monee targets poor Jane’s right nipple. Jane’s body is going limp. Her full lips have parted wide, and her eyes are closed. Tears stream down her face, her neck. But this does not stop the four vicious wrestlers from beating the defenseless Jane senseless. Again, chains whip at Jane’s tits. The Masked Maulers take careful aim at her uncovered, erect nipples. Jane once more weakly attempts to sway her giant tits away, but her tits are grabbed, and her large nipples are twisted so viciously by Carol The Black and Miss Monee that Jane convulses. She groans like an animal. She is spat upon. Her attackers begin to use their boots on her. All four of them stomp the defenseless Jane. The bashing of Jane’s body is so violent that the knot of rope tying her to the crowd barrier comes undone. Jane slides down the front of the rail receiving heavy, thick- soled boots against her chest and thighs. Just then, just after Jane has been freed from her entrapment, Heather the Great pounces on her. She grabs the end of the rope that had come unknotted from the barrier and yanks back hard. Jane’s head snaps back into the metal crowd barrier. Heather slackens the rope, Jane fruitlessly tries to get away, and again, Heather snaps Jane’s head back into the barrier, yanking violently on the rope wrapped around poor Jane’s neck. Jane of the Jungle is being dominated. If she were to get lucky somehow, and the plastic bind had broken from around her wrists, still, the odds against her seemed insurmountable. And with her hands tied behind her back, and with a thick rope around her neck, with chains whipping at her tits, and Tasers stabbing into her like knives, with six relentless foes attacking her body at every angle, it was an insurmountable challenge. Something had to change for Jane, and fast. But her attackers had learned not give Jane a moment’s breath. Again Heather yanks Jane’s head back into the crowd divider. Jane gasps, she slumps forward, and for a fourth time Heather the Great rips back on the thick rope wrapped around Jane’s neck, causing her head, again, to slam back into the crowd barrier. Feebly, Jane kicks her legs out at the Masked Maulers, at Carol The Black, at Miss Monee, but they all stand at a distance, letting Heather get a malicious revenge on Jane. As this assault is taking place, Asian Red shouts at a group of audience members, “That! Yeah! More! More of that!” She turns to Jane sitting on her big ass, her large tits hanging in her lap, silver dollar sized nipples ridged and sore, her bare feet and sexy legs spread out in front her, and Asian Red, disgusted at the sight of Jane of the Jungle, steps over to her and kicks her in the head. Immediately, Heather the Great rips back on the rope around Jane’s neck and forces her head into the metal crowd barrier once more. Jane’s full lips part, and she begins to drool into her crotch. Her entire voluptuous black body is dripping wet. Sweat runs off her brow, over her nose, her mouth, down her chest, dripping off her long brown nipples. Her thighs glisten wet, even her pretty bare feet, her toes, drip pools of sweat. But then, as could only happen in an arena packed full of avid wrestling fans, a chant of “Jane! Jane! Jane! Jane - of - the - Jungle! Jane! Jane! Jane!” starts far back in the crowd and a wave of support for Jane flows right up to the front row. The fans become louder and more boisterous. The sound of the chant becomes deafening. Jane’s opponents start to glare about the audience. They scream threats back to the fans. They toss their hands up wildly, forgetting all about Jane for the moment; and Jane can hear her fans, she can hear them rise to their feet, and whoop! and holler encouragement! “Get up baby! Take that gorgeous body off the floor and wipe these bitches! Beat’ em Jane! Get’ em!” Slowly, Jane feels a rejuvenation wash over her body. Her ears perk up, she begins to think clearly, her eyes become wide and sharp-sighted. It is like she has been given a drug, a magic drug. She shuffles her pretty bare feet, twists her thin waist, she lifts her head and glances about her. Her limbs feel terrifically strong, the beating that her body has endured seems ages ago. She breathes deeply, flexes her thighs, she wiggles her large ass, even her gorgeous black tits! Despite this though, her situation is grave, and it is made clear to her when Heather the Great notices Jane’s enlivened posture and yanks as hard as she can on the rope wrapped around Jane of the Jungle’s neck; but, Jane, the moment her head is yanked backward, springs to her feet and catches both of the Masked Maulers, Terry and Jerry, off their guard, delivering the most forceful kicks she has ever landed, at their heads. The Masked Maulers fly off their feet, are knocked clear into Tuesday. Jane battles the force of rope around her neck, and keeps just far enough from Heather to stay on the offensive. Miss Monee, wielding a club, is nailed in the groin by another of Jane’s magnificent kicks, before being able to bring the club down over Jane’s chest. Heather the Great though, was a veteran wrestler, and she knew how to keep her focus in the event of extraordinary circumstances. She also knew to take full advantage of an opponent when she had the upper hand. And she did. With the rope gripped tight in her hands, she turned around to the audience (she had actually be on their side of the crowd barrier ever since getting back hold of the rope around Jane’s neck) and pulled the rope over her right shoulder, and then, using all of her weight, she dropped like a bomb to the floor. The force that was felt around Jane’s neck was tremendous, and her back was slammed violently into the crowd barrier. Just like that Jane found herself in a position similar to when she had actually been tied down to the crowd barrier. Heather kept her ass on the floor, the rope over her shoulder, and pulled down using all her strength to keep Jane of the Jungle pinned backside against the railing. Carol The Black rushed at Jane and was careful to come at her at an angle where Jane could not use her legs, but Jane tried kicking her anyway, and almost succeeded in drilling Carol in her shoulder. Jane, with her hands tied behind her back, with Heather the Great literally choking her, was at a great disadvantage, and her good fortune seemed to run its course when, from the side opposite her where Carol The Black tussled against her right leg, Red Asian rammed a short, thick club into Jane’s ribs. She fell to a knee. Carol The Black lifted Jane’s right leg, and squarely landed two heavy boot bashes into Jane’s pussy. Jane could not make a sound. Heather the Great would not release Jane from her vicious choke-hold. She kept her body sitting on the floor behind the crowd barrier, forcing Jane’s head over the top rail. Jane opened her full lips wide, unable to get any air into her lungs, but she struggled intensely. Even as Asian Red jabbed the heavy club down onto the top of Jane’s huge left tit, even as Carol The Black kneed Jane violently in her ribs, Jane put up a valiant struggle that eventually won her the right to breathe again. Heather tired over the stress of trying to keep a thrashing Jane pinned against the crowd barrier. She made an effort to tie down her end of the rope to the bottom rail of the crowd barrier, as had been done earlier, but with Jane putting up a great effort, Carol was only able to tie a loose knot. Still though, Jane had been secured to the crowd barrier for a second time, and if the knot would not hold as long as it had the previous time, Carol the Great and her thugs had time, once more, to rip into Jane of the Jungle’s exotic black body.

Part Four

The Masked Mauler’s were back on their feet. Heather the Great had climbed back over the crowd barrier. Miss Monee had a vindictive look in her eye, and Carol The Black and Asian Red had been making progress in slowing the pace of Jane’s powerful kicks by occasionally landing a club-shot onto her thigh. Jane would not allow her spirit to sink as low as it had before. She knew it was just a matter of time before the rope that wrapped around her neck, and tied her to the crowd barrier, would come undone. She defended herself bravely with her strong, sexy legs, but now, her six attackers stood in front of her prone black body, and they were very open with their plan of attack. “Knock her fuckin’ legs off!” Jane though, kicked with precision, and was still able to land a few glancing blows to her opponents, which had them reconsidering their plan of attack. “Jerry! Terry! Get behind her!” The Masked Maulers jumped the crowd barrier, and got behind Jane, on either side. She was caught good now. Terry and Jerry took their chains and whipped on Jane’s tits. There was nothing Jane could do. The chains lashed on her bare breast. Her only available option was to wriggle her body with the hope of unknotting the rope sooner than later. Again the chains whipped down on her huge left tit, her huge right tit. Jane bit her big bottom lip. Terry, again, viciously went to work on Jane’s left tit. It seemed to be a preferred target of hers. She never missed. She steps a few feet back behind Jane, off to her left side, and extended the full length of the chain. Jane began to shudder after each methodical, burning whip of the chain lashed her enormous left tit. Jerry employed the same tactic on Jane’s right side. Standing a few feet back from her, and just off to her side, Jerry slowly wielded the chain, taking direct aim at Jane’s large areolas, her silver dollar sized nipples. It was excruciating for Jane of the Jungle. With her hands tied behind her back, her fingers wriggled in desperation. Again, Jerry whips at Jane’s huge left tit. Again she whips at Jane’s huge left tit. Jane gasps, the vicious strokes of the chains against her left tit, against her right tit, her left tit, right tit, left tit, right tit, shudders through her entire body. Sweat splashes from her breast after each horrible lashing. Her huge right tit is being lashed, her huge left tit is being lashed. It becomes unbearable for Jane. The Masked Maulers do not stop. Their pace is slow, and steady. Jane knows precisely when the next chain will whip across her breast. And her other attackers, Heather the Great, Carol The Black, Asian Red, and Miss Monee wait patiently in front of the trapped Jane. They watch pleasurably as the Masked Maulers exhaust themselves and exhaust the beautiful black body of Jane of the Jungle. Terry and Jerry begin to whip Jane’s tits at a faster pace. They wrap the chains over their fist several times, and whip her ferociously. Jane begins to groan after each fierce whipping of her huge left breast, after each fierce whipping of her huge right breast, “UGH! UGH! UGH! Stop you … UGH! UGH! You Bitches! UGH!! UGH!! STOP, GOD, STOP! My Tits! UGH!! UGH!! OH! UGH!! UGH!! UGH!!” Her body starts to jump after the chains lash over her tits. Jane turns her head from side to side after each whip of a chain across her breast. “UGH! UGH! Oh God! No, No, No, No, OH! OH! UGH!! UGH!! UGH!! UGH!!” The torture of Jane of the Jungle has been relentless. Many fans in attendance think it is an outrageous beating, and many more cannot understand how Jane has withstood a total collapse. Has it been three minutes, fives minutes, eight minutes? No one knows for sure. But for Jane, it has begun to feel like an eternity. The Masked Maulers unravel the chains from around their wrists, and return to methodically whipping at Jane’s huge tits with the full length of their chains. Jane’s beating has taken on a whole new brutality, and the rest of her attackers Carol, Heather, Asian Red, and Miss Monee revel in watching Jane’s tit torture, “We said we’d get back at you jungle bitch! We hate that naked black body of yours! Whip her tits! Yeah! Whip her big black tits! Whip her big black tits! Whip’ em! YEAH! WHIP! WHIP! WHIP! WHIP!” Jane’s suffering is immense, “UGH! UGH! UGH! GOD STOP THIS!! GOD!! MY TITS!! UGH!! UGH!! UGH!!” The Masked Maulers, Terry and Jerry, level off their vicious chain-whipping of poor Jane’s huge tits. Jane’s exotic black body, close to exhaustion, practically hangs on the crowd divider. The thick rope around her neck is still knotted at the base of the crowd barrier. Carol The Black, and Heather the Great move slowly towards the drenched, heaving black body of Jane of the Jungle. Jane sees them coming at her and weakly lifts her right foot from the floor, as if to ward them off. She has lost the strength to fire back.

Heather the Great and Carol The Black stand before Jane of the Jungle with hatred in their eyes. Although Jane’s gorgeous black body has taken the majority of the abuse throughout this uneven match-up, her opponents seem to resent the fact that she has been able to counter their attacks, on occasion, with adept and athletic maneuvering. Heather, especially, displays a hostility towards Jane that, in any other environment, would be considered psychotic. She wants nothing less than for Jane to suffer terribly; and she has an idea, a sadistic idea. She and Carol The Black stand before Jane holding chains at their side. They look at Jane’s wet, black body and they spit at her, on her large black tits. Long, disgusting strands of phlegm drip from Jane’s silver dollar sized nipples. Jane lets a deep groan escape from between her big, juicy lips. She squirms her curvy, black body around in an attempt to free herself from her restraints: the thick rope that is looped around her neck, tying her to the crowd barrier, and the plastic cord that binds her wrists together, behind her back. Jane’s chest heaves, her bare feet slip, she wriggles against the crowd barrier, desperate to stave off another round of vicious attacks from her many opponents. She is utterly defenseless. She is at the mercy of her attackers. But they have no mercy. The Masked Maulers, Terry and Jerry, tired from their fierce whipping of Jane’s tits have taken a minute to rest. They crouch on their knees, behind the trapped Jane of the Jungle, and look on with glee as Carol and Heather start the next round of Jane’s horrible beating.

Heather the Great starts. She comes into Jane and quickly loops the chain around Jane’s enormous left tit. Jane gasps, and mutters “…whayya doin ta me…” Heather moves a few feet aside of Jane and pulls back slightly on her end of the chain, forcing it tight around poor Jane’s big black tit. Carol The Black follows Heather’s lead and loops her chain around poor Jane’s big black right tit. She too moves off to the side and pulls back slightly on her end of the chain, forcing it tight around poor Jane’s big right tit. Jane’s pretty little eyes and her sweet sultry mouth open wide, and then, both Heather the Great and Carol The Black tug back on the chains, and yank! They tug on the chains wrapped around Jane’s enormous black tits, and then yank! They tug, and yank, tug, and yank, tug … and yank! Jane is choked with pain as the chains cruelly squeeze her big black tits to the point of bursting. Audience members are wild over the savagery. Some claim to witness Jane’s enormous jugs grown larger from the unrelenting pressure that is applied from the chains wrapped sadistically around them. People thirty feet from where Jane hangs tied to the crowd barrier clearly see how terribly she suffers. But fans closest to the action witness her abuse vividly. And it gets worse. The Masked Maulers jump in front of Jane; they wield their own chains, and begin to whip at her black tits all over again. The attack is brutal. Four of Jane’s foes are now attacking her giant black tits with chains. And it gets worse. Heather the Great takes hold of the chain with both of her hands. She steps back a foot and pulls savagely. Jane shrieks as her big black tit is forcibly pulled off to her side. Carol The Black employs the same cruel tactic to Jane‘s right side. Jane’s big tits hang swelled in the air, off to either side of her voluptuous black body. The Masked Maulers come in closer. They shorten the length of their chain-whips, and start lashing at her maliciously. Jane is overcome; she nears delirium as the chains squeeze around her huge melons, as the chains whip across her giant right tit, her giant left tit. Never has she endured such a savage beating. Never has she been so cruelly tortured. Never has she felt such a hatred from an opponent, let alone from seven of her most bitter rivals. She can do nothing to protect her beautiful black body. She is prone, and close to exhaustion. Her tits feel like bowling balls on fire. Jane can only roll her pretty head weakly, from side to side, and watch as her tits are worked over with the chains. But then, to bring Jane of the Jungle to a horrifically painful climax, to give the audience members a lasting impression of their cruelty, the four wrestlers, Heather the Great, Carol The Black, and the Masked Maulers, end Jane’s tit torture session with an attack that may only be described in detail.