You Rich, Me Royal, Bitch Pt. 02

Gianna Queen of the Jungle: You Rich, Me Royal, Bitch! Part 2

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"JEN-NA!" Yelled Daphne once again, her latest call through the jungle trees as fruitless as the previous thirty times.

The burgundy-haired maid silently cursed her misfortune, looking through the trees for any sign of her lady. One moment she'd been right behind her, the next, poof, gone. Like so many times before, the noble woman just went without thinking. The jagged tracks from her high heels were the only clue as to where she'd made off to. Well, that and the aggressive yells her mistress made. She always had a temper.

"... Come back here... You little...!"

Following the nasally cries, Daphne carefully stepped into the jungle with a sigh, leaving scraps of sandwich paper to follow in her wake. One could never be too careful, after all. However, as the cries grew faint and sandwich paper pieces dwindled, the worried maid took to dropping pebbles instead. At least they would serve her better than the muddy tracks once she'd found Lady Collins.

Traversing the ground with difficulty, the first concrete sign of her charge sat at the foot of a large tree. In the middle of a compressed patch of greenery, Lady Collins' shoes, now broken at the heels, glimmered in what little light penetrated the canopy. A gift from her father and mother, Daphne knew this would only make the stubborn woman even angrier. Sighing, the astute maid stowed them away before continuing after the diminishing yells.

However the terrain was not on her side. Large thorns tore at her uniform's long skirt, thick branches stabbing at her arms. The dense foliage above threatened to fully encompass her, and the sounds of animals grew in volume and quantity. She could only hope that Jenna would lose heart soon and return. However, as Daphne arrived at a raging river's bank, she was surprised to find that the trail came to an abrupt end.

The redhead looked left and right, but there was nary a sign of Jenna, as if she'd just gotten up and flown away. She knew Jenna's bare feet would make less marks but... her charge was never so discrete. Eyeing the foliage, a patch of cream color caught her attention. Jenna's sun hat. Picking up the garment, she stowed it away with a furrowed brow. If her hat was here... where was she?

Other small footprints littered the area, traveling off down the river's edge. Jenna had been playing a monkey before... perhaps its family had come. And if they weren't happy with her... the redhead gulped at the possibilities. Following the footprints with a faster pace, Daphne broke into a trot.

Yet, the dutiful maid still felt a distraction, an itch in the back of her mind. Even as concern for her mistress welled up, she couldn't help but think back to the conversation before. The way Lady Collins had mocked her for her sexual... condition. Her teeth gritted at the emotional strikes. Though none of the words were wrong in and of themselves, the way her lady had spoken them... well... it was demeaning at best.

After all, She could hardly help it, professionally and psychologically. Tending to the guests was essential, and with the number of male visitors to Lady Collins' father... well, at least a bit of lip service was due. And oral, of course. Well, some of them wouldn't be satisfied with oral, so naturally some penetration was nice. Just a bit, no deeper than a ruler... after all, most couldn't go deeper. And if they still weren't satisfied... well, they were often there the whole night anyways, so what was the harm? It could make them so much more pliable for the master. Yes, it was her duty... indeed, her obligation. Gulping, the psychological aspect caused a stirring inside of her gut.

Though her work served a good excuse, Daphne knew very well that such actions were seldom motivated by duty alone. Master Collins had called it nymphomania, while her mother merely labeled it as genetics. Regardless of the title, the yearning was still the same. She'd worked day in and day out with a support group for maids, all with the same rampant desires. They'd all start with the same intentions, always staving off the same yearning. Then, two weeks later, duty would call and she'd rush in once again. Boom, back to square one. But this time, this time she'd limited herself, not cold turkey, but only one or two encounters a week. And it seemed to be working. Thus, with all the effort she'd been putting in, the words of her mistress stung all the harsher.

Yes, yes Daphne had worked so hard, the fact that her mistress couldn't see was absolutely ludicrous. When she finally caught up, she'd make sure to give Lady Collins a well earned, well organized piece of her-

"AAAAYYYEEEAAAAAHHHHH-AHHH-AAAAH-AH-AHHH-AAAAAHHHH-AAAAAAAAAHH!"

The animalistic yell sounded over the area, stopping her in her tracks. Echoing through the trees, the primitive call sent a shiver down the redhead's spine. It... it was possibly human, but certainly not her mistress. A primal aspect was clearly attached to it, something powerful... quaking even. Still unsure if it was a man or an animal, Daphne's focus gathered once more. This was no time for paltry qualms, her lady needed her.

Hoisting up her skirt to cover ground faster, Daphne broke into a run. Time was of the essence. Yet as she continued her sprint, the tracks became less and less clear, most of them disappearing near tree trunks. Hope flickered like the sunlight through the leaves, her breath increased in rapidity, eyes scanning the landscape. Not a peep since the loud yell. Could the creature have gotten her? She couldn't actually be...

As the thought entered her mind, a torn piece of fabric drew her attention. A bit of Jenna's dress, she must be close! Taking a sharp breath at the sight of it, the dutiful maid cast aside the worst case scenario. She was on the right path, that was what mattered. Puffing up her chest with determination, Daphne doubled down on the sprint.

Traversing boggy lands filled with arachnids and insects, the maid-turned-adventurer pushed her limits below the dark trees. Finding the light almost fully obscured, Daphne only slowed her pace to keep an eye on the animal prints. Though her spirits were refined with the possible threat to her mistress, a foul stench stopped her in her tracks.

Looking to her right, the redhead gasped at the sheer number of droppings situated near a tree. The tracks terminated at the same spot, in fact some seemed to double back. Looking upwards, the tattered woman peered through the canopy, trying to ascertain any more hints. Only large leaves and muddy footprints. While the lack of blood sent a ripple of relief, it was dwarfed by the wave of uncertainty. A question lingered: where was her mistress?

The answer came in the form of a low moan that permeated the thick brush. Haggard breaths stood out from the insect trills, punctuated by a periodic feminine murmur. Walking slowly towards it, Daphne parted a curtain of vines, her eyes widening at the sight beyond it.

Seated limply against a tree was the pale, lithe figure of her beloved mistress. The hazel-haired woman sat with her legs spread and back pressed against the trunk. Jenna's black dress was in tatters, split down the middle with the top torn asunder, her panties nowhere to be seen. The noble lady's eyes were closed, panting breaths acting as the main sign of life. Her hair was wildly tossed about, pulled from its normal, neat bun. At the same time her face was coated in sweat, with white streaks staining her neck and body. Gasping, Daphne rushed to her side, "Oh mistress, are you alright!? What happened..."

The spoiled beauty didn't respond, merely breathing with her mouth slightly ajar. Scanning over her, Daphne checked Jenna's body, noting the scratches and dirt. While no blood was drawn, she puzzled over some of the bruises. Light red marks shone clearly from her exposed butt, as if she'd fallen down fifty times in a row.

"My word... what could have done this to you... you must've..." Her voice trailed off as she took a deep breath, something instantly recognizable taking hold of her.

That scent.

It was musky, like sweat after a long workout, yet with a twist of sweetness. A zing of zest. The heavy aroma seemed to linger and twist through the air, weighing heavily on Daphne's nose. Taking another breath, the maid's eyebrows furrowed, confusion and curiosity drawing her in. It was all too familiar, but truly impossible at the time. A pang in her gut chided her forward, pushing her to confirm.

Daphne held Lady Collin's face still as she looked closer at the sweat. At least, what looked like sweat. Taking a deep breath and silently begging forgiveness, the maid stroked a finger across one of the lines. Sniffing closely, a strong musk-odor overtook her, the clear smell of ejaculate sending a wave of exhilaration through her. No... no how could this be, it can't... who would do this?

Yet the white marks continued downward over Lady Collin's exposed skin. Following the trail, the concentration seemed to grow the further she went. Dropping to her knees, Daphne carefully navigated past her mistress's light curves, the sound of her breathing now just background noise. However, the lower she descended, the larger the pit in her stomach grew. It wasn't possible that...

Daphne's gaze lowered as Jenna's legs shifted slightly. The maid watched as fluids ran down her mistress's thighs, trailing out of her slit. A white, viscous liquid, with only one real possibility for its identity.

Cum.

Though the proof lay before her, she could scarcely believe it, refusing internally. Taking her finger and pulling up a droplet from the grass, the maid once again raised it to her nose. Regret and delight came simultaneously as Daphne basked in the wondrous, fresh smell. Familiar, but oddly exotic, Daphne felt her urges surge once again, vying to give in. To have a taste. Yet, keeping to what her support groups had taught her, she jerked back to reality and wiped the digit on the ground. There were more important matters at play. After all... Jenna had... but who... and... how...

A thud sounded behind the attentive maid.

Spinning around, Daphne's eyes widened as she came face-to-crotch with a toned figure, their fur loincloth swinging lightly before her. Slowly looking up, her gaze was graced by a gorgeous, athletic woman. Garbed in an animal fur bikini of sorts, the native stood confidently with a fang necklace around her neck. The woman's long, black hair flowed in the wind, a feral look lingering in her eye. Her whole body exuded raw sexuality, with large breasts that were barely contained by her top and a toned ass clearly visible from beneath a loincloth. However, it was her face that truly brought out an unbecoming arousal: the ferocity and hunger of a lioness, with sky blue eyes that pierced the soul.

Not unfamiliar with female rendezvous, the busty maid wasn't too surprised at the feelings welling up inside. However, the magnitude of them was more than any she'd experienced before. Her heart thumped at a deafening pace, eyes dilating to capture more of her image. Whether it was the wild, exotic nature of her presence, or the danger of not knowing what was to come, Daphne was unable to put her finger on it. However, the words of her support group seemed far quieter with the woman in sight. Still putting up a fight against her baser urges, the maid squeaked, "Uhh... who are y- AH!"

With a sudden crouch, the jungle woman approached the maid. Meeting Daphne's gaze directly, her cat-like eyes demanded the maid's attention. The native's movements were similar to apes, her poise like that of a gorilla. She pressed her chest out, accentuating both an air of authority and her curves in one motion, much to Daphne's mutual anxiety and delight. Still taller than the redhead, the raven-haired native maintained her silence. "Umm... I-I don't mean any harm, I just need to help... my lady appears to be- OH!"

The feral woman leaned in and started sniffing Daphne, the seemingly sculpted nose roughly nuzzling into her pale, white skin. The redhead cried out as the sensitive skin by her throat clamored in delight, the air tickling its surface. However, her breath caught in her lungs as the native's own scent wafted over her.

It was the same musky, earthy smell that clung to Jenna, but magnified tenfold. A scent as wild and untamed as the jungle itself. Some blend of sex, sweat, and sap mixed with the wildest of fruits, a full aroma that caused the maid to gasp in wanton desire. As the native continued her inspection, Daphne felt herself growing wetter, her body instinctively responding to the foreign aroma.

"U-uhh... w-what are you-"

Growling hotly, the raven-haired woman swiftly placed her hand upon the maid's cheek, holding her head still. Daphne froze in her grasp, biting her tongue to prevent any outbursts. The wild woman carefully looked over the maid's face, then down again at her body. Leaning in closer, the native's eyes seemed to soften as she nodded once. Moving back slightly, her mouth finally opened. "You get through jungle safely. Impressive."

Part of Daphne was elated that the native understood her, but the other part was bewildered at how she spoke. The voice was husky, with an exotic tone that betrayed her primal nature. Only managing a nod in response, the pale maid remained hesitant. As such, the feral woman continued, "Me Gianna, queen of the jungle. You, outsider," Looking over towards Lady Collins, "with other?"

Daphne glanced over towards her lady, then nodded back, "Y-yes. I'm umm... I-I'm Di-Dap-"

Gianna held up a hand, "You no need be nervous," Looking over to Jenna, "You do no harm." Smiling back at Daphne, "Now, tell name."

The warm smile caused the maid to blush, her heart racing in her chest. Biting her tongue to center her thoughts again, "Di-Daphne, I'm Jenna's... umm..." she looked over to Jenna again, "her ma-maid."

"Daf-knee... Daphne, good to meet you." With that, Gianna stood up from her crouch effortlessly, offering Daphne her hands for aid.

The redhead paused for a moment then took them, rising to her feet with a grunt. At least the woman seemed reasonable... she had feared for the worst. From what happened to Lady Collins, Daphne was certain she was lucky Gianna had found her. Looking back at the native woman, her hands lingered within for a moment, each digit begging to not be released from her firm grip. Yet the maid quieted herself, pulling away gracefully before dusting off her muddied dress to little effect.

The wild woman looked her up and down while she attempted to correct herself. Daphne noted the particular attention she gave towards her chest, a flourish of pride welling up. Once Daphne had finished, Gianna looked into her dark blue eyes once again, a twinkle in her own. "Hmm, me think... Maid is... helper?"

"Y-yes, Gia- I mean, your highness. I help her with whatever she needs."

Gianna glanced towards the trees behind them, "So you help Jenna... she woman over there?"

Daphne nodded fervently, "Yes, yes of course. Jenna's my mistress, one in the long line of- oh, um sorry," minding the potential language barrier, "I am promised to help Jenna."

Gianna rocked her head sagely at the response, "So you help her with all things?"

Blinking, "Umm, well things that I'm supposed to assist in, like cleaning, food, injuries..." Looking back over at her lady and remembering the situation, "Miss- apologies- your majesty... What... what happened to her? It would appear that she's been accosted-" wincing again at her diction, "it looks like she has been through a lot of... umm... trouble. She clearly needs help."

Gianna tilted her head, "Help? Me already help her. She punished."

Daphne blinked blankly, her confusion growing. "I beg your pardon, p-punished? By whom?"

"By me. Me punish the bad woman."

Eyes widening at that, Daphne's mind whirled. Sure, the rich woman could be a handful, but what could she possibly have done to earn Gianna's ire, especially in... well... that way. And wait, how was she able to... Did she have help? Were there other natives nearby? Eager to ask, the maid opened her mouth to question, but Gianna held up a hand in silence.

Folding her arms, "Outsiders come into jungle, walk through my territory. Outsider finds macaque, tries to poach macaque, then hurts the baby she try to poach. Me save her, me warn her, and she still rude. Insult me. So me punish her." Smirking at Jenna's passed out form, "Punish hard."

Daphne lingered on the last phrase, trying to imagine how the punishment could even take place. There must be others nearby, perhaps even now. Maybe they'd come for her as well... ravage her for her part in this. A warmth grew at the thought, fantasies playing out in her head. Yet, as the erotic feelings started to grow once more, she shook her head, internally stamping them out. Taking a deep breath, "I can assure you, while Lady Collins can be quite a handful, she doesn't mean anything by it, she just-"

"She call me bimbo. That not sound like a good thing. She say I kidnap when I rescue her. She insult queen of Crown Island. She mean this, Daphne. You can not say she did not."

"I...I..." Try as she might, the maid was unable to think of a single excuse. Exacerbated, "You... you're right..." bending in a poised bow to the wild queen, "and you have my apologies on her behalf. As much as I'd like to deny it... I can only imagine the insult you have taken. I'm... I'm very sorry, your majesty, she should have had better decoru- manners! She should have had better manners."

Nodding in return, the display setting a light smile upon Gianna's lips, "Me thank you for this."

With a nervous smile and hands at her sides, "Then... then as she has been punished, I suppose we should take our leave now, go from your domain and whatnot. I mean, if you wouldn't mind, of course. I'm sure the sailors will start to wonder..."

The jungle queen's smile faded, eyebrow raising, "Go? Jenna can not go, she still need to pay price."

"Pay the price? But you uh... punished her, she's learned her lesson, right?"

Gianna shook her head, "Me already say outsider still rude, and that she try to poach. Me punish her for rudeness, but Jenna need pay more. Me want more."

A panic overtook the maid. More? Gazing at her lady's sleeping form, Daphne was certain the woman couldn't handle anything else. She was already a mess, and who knows what this wild woman might do. In fact, what she did do. With her... friends.

Images of Jenna being ravaged by multiple natives flashed through her mind. The primal, exotic figures climbing over her, pinning her to the ground, pulling her clothes off with their teeth. The wild queen led them, directing them to pleasure her lady, tasting every inch of her skin, making her scream with ecstasy as they had their fill. Daphne bit her lip as she felt herself getting wetter, her desires starting to dominate her. Still, she needed to focus.

Taking Gianna's hands into her own, "Please, she's learned her lesson, she really has. She'll be much more polite from now on, surely she's had enough."

Gianna simply stared back with narrow eyes, "Me Queen of Crown Island. Me give punishment, Jenna deserve this. Me cannot let such things pass. Price must be paid. Full price."

Daphne quickly ran over the possibilities in her mind. There had to be something. The heat within her and the potential danger mixed and molded, formulating the inkling of a plan. If the price to be paid was sex... then perhaps...

Desperation took hold, routing out the retorts of her abstinence group, "Wha-what if... what if I take her place? You can let her go, and I can pay instead."

The jungle queen shook her head stoically, "No, you do no wrong. Jenna rude, need to pay."