You Rich, Me Royal, Bitch Pt. 03

Gianna, Queen of the Jungle: You Rich, Me Royal, Bitch Pt. 03 (finale)

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Jenna woke to the trilling of bugs, her other senses hazy at best. The air around her was moist and thick, her body covered in a thin film of sweat. Slowly coming to, she found herself on a bed of leaves, a fur blanket atop her whilst sunlight streamed through wooden wall slats. As she sat up, the posh woman groaned at the strain on her body, muscles aching. Rubbing her head, "What... what happened...?"

Much to her dismay, the memories came back in a flurry. Images of the jungle, the monkeys, the... the savage. Taking a sharp breath, the posh woman quickly realized it hadn't just been some nightmare. Looking about, she found that she was in a small hut, piles of fruits stacked nearby. Flies flew about, the posh woman wrinkling her nose in response.

"Ugh... this can't be happening, this can't be..." Jenna clutched at the ground next to her, damp fabric crumpling in her hands. Wincing, she looked down to find her black dress in tatters. Holding up the ruined garment, anger roared up inside, a snarl forming on her face.

Yet, such flashes of annoyance faded quickly, fear settling in its absence. Looking about once more, a single question entered her mind: where am I, exactly? Getting on her hands and knees, Jenna's darting eyes landed upon a small, circular cut into one of the slats, clearly forming some rudimentary door. As she started to open it, however, a thought stopped her. What if someone was on the other side?

Opting for caution instead, the posh woman leaned over, peeking at what little was revealed. Outside lay a small, well-trodden dirt path up to the hut she was in. To the left and right were a number of tall fruit trees, abundant in their bounties. Further above, the tops of the mountains which served as Crown Island's namesake were just barely visible. Either she was near the shore... or she was within the "crown". Jenna gulped at the very notion of the latter.

Pulling away, the wealthy woman leaned against the door and pondered her options. If she was near a village, they could probably be of use to her, so she'd need to ingratiate herself to the locals. To Jenna, this would surely be an easy task, after all her charm was second to none. However, if it was just the savage woman... she'd have to convince the native to take her back. Worst case, she'd have to service her again. Well, the worst case was death, but Jenna much preferred not considering such things. However the thought of tending to that beast... it forced another wince from the posh woman. To discover which option she would face, however, she'd have to leave the hut.

Taking a deep breath, Jenna opened up the door, its wooden hinge squeaking loudly. As she took a hesitant step out, she felt the warm air caress her nude body. A wave of embarrassment flowed over her, causing her to slam the door shut. Scanning the room for some form of clothing, all Jenna could find was the horrid fur that covered her before. Sighing, the lithe woman quickly wrapped the blanket around her, pinching it at the side. While the makeshift garment only covered her from the top of her chest to her upper thigh, it would do.

Sufficiently proper, Jenna slowly crept out onto the beaten path, the earth warm beneath her feet. Her footsteps were short and careful, head swiveling around. Since the only sounds around her were the trilling of insects and the occasional bird squawk, Jenna 's hope for a nearby tribe waned. A village would certainly have more commotion. Nodding to herself as she walked, all she had to do was find the primitive pest and make the freakish savage take her back to the sea. She'd make sure to hold her ground this time.

Yet as she continued, the foliage grew thicker and a number of odd statues caught her eye. They all were beautiful women, however the diversity in terms of shapes and sizes was unprecedented. Busty, modest, lean, thick, short, tall, all were represented. The poses varied as well, yet they all related to one thing: sexual desire. Some were of women lewdly posing, suggesting the possibility or interest in lustful deeds such as spread legs or suggestive countenances. Yet, others were less subtle, with women tossing their heads back in orgasm, bent over with wild hair, fingers plunging into themselves. All showed positions of desperate, animalistic need, each succeeding statue more depraved than the last.

While Jenna scoffed at the content, she couldn't deny the craftsmanship. A number of mediums, such as stone, marble, even a few in crystal, yet there wasn't a blemish in sight. Their hair seemed almost lifelike, their faces so real one could be forgiven for thinking they were once alive. The level of detail and care devoted to each figure was masterful, making the whole scene even more puzzling.

On the ground around them were thick vines that grew a large number of blue, bite-sized fruits. The berries were densest wherever the statues were, bundling up and covering their feet. As Jenna walked by, her stomach growled, sensing the nearby food. Without tact or respect, she approached a bundle of them and plucked a single berry. Putting it up to her mouth, the rich woman went to take a bite, but stopped as the aroma hit her nose.

The fragrance was incredible, a mix of vanilla, citrus, and something more that she couldn't put her finger on. Drawing a long, heavy breath, Jenna closed her eyes as the foreign scent wafted around her. Taking a second, then a third, the hazel-haired woman found her thoughts quiet down. Her body felt hot and heavy, yet her heart beat faster with each huff. It was a massage in an odor, gently caressing every muscle in her body at the rhythm of her lungs. Captured by the sensation, she clutched the fruit close to her nose in one hand, with the other drifting down further and further towards her mound.

Fuck... where's a savage when you need one...

Jenna froze, shocked at herself. Snatching the fruit quickly away from her nose, she stared at it in horror. No, NO. The notion that she would even... even entertain that ordeal again, it was absurd. The berries... they must be some sort of mind control thing. Yes, yes of course, that had to be it. She'd read about them in the tabloids. A lady of the Collins estate would never desire something so low... so base.

Yet the idea refused to go away. Jenna envisioned herself once again being pinned beneath the athletic futa, wrists held tight while the wild woman plunged deep inside her. The thick member gliding past her folds, her own head throwing itself back in bliss against the dirt. With every detail, her breaths became heavier, nipples growing erect under the blanket. This couldn't be... She couldn't really be considering...

".... Ohhhhhh~" A muffled moan sounded out in the distance.

Snapping out of her stupor, Jenna quickly looked around for the source. The groans were feminine, decreasing and increasing in volume at a steady rate. Another seemed to accompany them, more grunting than moaning though, but the voice or voices were muffled by the jungle foliage. However, the cause seemed to be in the direction she was already headed, which was both fortunate... and foreboding. At first moving towards the sound, the hazel-haired woman stopped after the second step. While yes, she needed Gianna's help, she couldn't help but consider the risks.

If the jungle woman had brought her here, would she be inclined to let her go? Perhaps she had captured her as a slave, to be fucked senseless before being stowed in that horrid shed for the rest of the wealthy woman's days. However, a stronger fear bubbled up within Jenna, her eyes drifting to the berry in her hand. What if... what if she grew to like the treatment after another dose? While she hated everything about the savage... it was impossible to deny the native's prowess when it came to her weapon of choice. In more ways than one, the wealthy woman shuddered at the possibility that, much like the statues, while she despised the content, she couldn't deny the craft.

"......Oh fuck, YES! Harder~"

Shaking her head, Jenna's eyes wrenched open, face beet red. No, she wouldn't flounder thinking about such things. That savage would take her home, no matter what! Even if she was in the middle of some rendezvous with one of her whores, she would do it this instant! Tucking the fruit into her cleavage, the proud woman marched confidently down the dirt path. After a few moments of travel, Jenna rounded a bend to find a large cliff face rising up from the trees.

At the foot of the wall of rock was a round, thatch door, similar to that of the hut she'd been in before. A couple more of the statues were placed around the entrance, blue fruits growing in droves there as well. Her curiosity was piqued as another moan echoed from the hut, a rhythmic slapping coinciding with the vocals. Holding the blanket tight, she could have sworn both voices were oddly recognizable.

Reaching the door, Jenna slowly pushed it open, peering through the crack. The room itself was rather bare bones, a small wooden table, chair, and some primitive shelves being the only real furniture. Near the back of the room was a statue of a woman similar to those outside. Yet, a notable difference lay in the massive erection jutting out from its pelvis. In some ways, it looked much like the savage herself, only more elegant due to the marble make. Around the room, a large number of berries were contained in baskets: the blue ones Jenna had seen before, as well as a new, red variety.

While such things were of interest at first, they paled in comparison to the center of the rustic abode. A pile of furs served as a form of mattress, making a more luxurious sleeping station than that of the fruit hut. But what drew Jenna's eye most of all was not the mattress, but what was occurring atop it.

There upon the blankets, two figures fucked like wild beasts. One woman was on all fours, her large, pale breasts barely restrained by a fur bikini as she was throttled from behind. Her red hair was long and wild, obscuring the finer details of her face. Mouth hung wide open and tongue protruding out in abject bliss, the feral figure released loud, unrestrained, feral moans. A pair of firm, lightly-tanned hands gripped upon the woman's waist, both attached to the familiar, raven-haired savage who had brought Jenna there. Gianna's cock slammed into the woman's twat roughly, loud slaps echoing in the room with every collision. The redhead's voice cracked, an air of desperation underlying every utterance as the wild futa thrusted into her with her whole length.

"F-fuck, yes, don't stop, oh don't you fucking stop, ooooooooh fuck me! Fuck your little jungle slut!"

Though every fiber of Jenna's mind desired for her to look upon this in horror, her body begged to differ. The sight of the jungle queen's monstrous member stretching out the woman released butterflies in Jenna's stomach. A gasp turned into heavy breaths, her loins heating up despite herself. Rubbing her thighs together to try and stop the desire, the opposite effect ensued. Instead of calming down, her sex grew wetter with every self-caress. How could anyone... how could anyone live like this... such degeneracy was...

"YES, oh yes please Gianna, breed your little jungle slut~"

As the jungle queen's thrusts picked up, her growls grew louder. The redhead's moans turned to screams, the depth of her lover's assault indicated by the slightest of bulges. Gianna held onto the woman's arms, pulling her back as she continued to ram inside. The woman's ample bust swung violently with the increased intensity, finally breaking free of the primitive top with a strong bounce. The perfect, pale globes leapt from their confines, their forms perky and nipples erect with excitement. Eyes rolling back, the redhead's cries turned into desperate pleas, "AAAAAAH YES FILL ME UP, OH DON'T STOP, PLEASE DON'T FUCKING STOP!"

While Gianna's ferocity marked her as a force to be reckoned with, this pale native was truly an avatar of lust. The way she moved, the way she clamored for more... Jenna bit her lip, her hands venturing downwards. She was... she was beautiful, like some sort of goddess of carnal pleasure. The redhead's form, her voice... it all drew Jenna closer, beckoning her to join. To frolic and delight in the wild pleasures like a fantastical nymph. However... At the same time Jenna couldn't help but think she seemed familiar.

Gianna's hips slapped against the pale woman's, her thrusts becoming erratic as the futa's eyes clenched shut. Sensing the change, the pale woman leaned back, guiding the futa's hands to her swaying tits. As the savage grabbed roughly onto the soft flesh, another cry of pleasure rang out from the redhead. Weaving her fingers behind the futa's head, the pale woman flipped her hair back and turned to her lover, "Yes, yes, I know you can do it, cum for me, cum for your jungle slut!"

Wait... that face. Jenna's eyes widened as her stomach dropped, "Daphne...?"

The usual, demure beauty of a maid was cast to the wayside, replaced with a wanton seductress. Daphne's gentle, blue eyes were now clouded with desire, her stare piercing Gianna's soul. The maid's lips curled into a savage grin, teeth biting lightly at her lower lip as she purred with delight. Sure, Jenna had made jests regarding her behavior, but she'd never considered the extent of her desires. And, more jarringly, she'd never thought as much about her beauty.

But regardless of the maid's appearance, the posh woman remained flabbergasted at the situation itself. How did Daphne get here? What on earth was she wearing? And, more importantly, why was she... why was she doing THAT with the savage?

Covering her mouth as she watched, Gianna continued to push in lightly, the new position increasing the friction upon her cock. As the jungle futa let out a yearning growl, Daphne laughed seductively as she stroked the back of her neck, "Oooooh yes, yes, push in, your majesty. Push through and claim me! One final challenge!"

Though Jenna was torn about the display before her, her hands weren't. Unable to contain themselves any longer, Jenna's fingers found themselves between her legs, rubbing gently at the posh woman's clit. Finding a similar lack of restraint, Gianna pulled the maid back, successfully shoving her cock all the way in. "OH FUCK! That's it, that's it! Come on- come on Gian-OH!"

Pausing for a moment, the queen removed herself fully once more before slamming her full length back inside, the maid's eyes crossing slightly as she gasped. Yet as the queen went to repeat the motion, her legs trembled, an unstoppable orgasm approaching. Leaning in towards Daphne, Gianna threw her head back in a triumphant yell.

"AAAAAAAAAAAH-AAHHH-AAAAAAAAAAAAAH"

With one last thrust, Gianna bottomed out inside the redhead, her member releasing a torrent of cum. "OOOOOOHHH FUCK YEAH~" Daphne's voice faltered as she felt the warm liquid fill her, the pale woman shuddering with pleasure. Jenna could only watch, the ferocity of the scene driving her closer to her own climax. She fingered herself furiously, trying in vain to keep her breathing quiet.

Gianna pumped rope after rope within the maid, the redhead crying out in delight. Small splashes of cum leaked out as she pulled out, then rammed back inside. Daphne leaned back into the wild futa, her lover's breasts pressing against her. Feeling the jungle queen's warmth within her, the maid smiled, "Ooooh, yes, yes, ba-by, that's it, fill-fill me up~"

The futa grunted in response, pumping every last drop within her paramour as she rocked back and forth, slowing her assault. Daphne smiled madly all the while, her right hand dropping to her own clit. At the same time, Jenna found her climax building, the redhead's erotic display proving too much. The rich woman bit her finger, her other hand buried within her slit, muffling her moans as she came. Her walls clenched around her digits, the release causing her legs to shudder. Eyes clenched shut as the orgasm overtook her, the posh woman tried her best to stay silent, lest she be discovered.

However, as the futa pulled herself from Daphne's pussy, the stimulation sparked a final groan. She thrusted her member between the maid's legs, a stray shot firing across the room onto Jenna's cheek. The cum splattered onto her skin, the wealthy woman shivering at the wet feeling. Disgust was overruled as she gazed upon the cum-filled Daphne, a wave of embarrassment washing over her. To do such a thing... while watching these two animals...

Wiping the jizz off her face, Jenna looked back at the door, debating whether or not to retreat. Glancing down at the cum on her finger, the answer seemed less obvious. Instead, she slowly lifted it to her mouth, tentatively taking it in before sucking lightly on its length. Closing her eyes, Jenna's taste buds lit up, relishing the flavor. It was thick and salty, yet had a hint of sweetness that made it oh so delectable. What a lovely-

Jenna shook her head, quickly removing the digit from her mouth. What was she doing?! This was insane! But before she could berate herself further, Daphne's laugh danced through the air, the reluctant voyeur looking back to find the redhead kissing Gianna deeply. Wrapping her arms around the jungle futa, the maid parted her lips, letting the wild queen's tongue play within her mouth. The redhead pressed herself against the raven-haired savage, Gianna returning the advance with a rugged grab at her breast. As they broke apart, the maid grinned devilishly, caressing futa's chest.

"Mmm... that was incredible, your majesty. I've never had a man take me like that... I mean, I've never been taken by a woman like that before either. You're so-" As she turned her head away dramatically, Daphne glanced towards the door.

Jenna's green eyes locked with the maid's blue, both sets going wide. Freezing on the spot, the hazel-haired woman cursed herself. She should have run when she had the chance. Now she was caught with her pants down, almost literally. However, rather than looking horrified, embarrassed, or even ashamed, Daphne merely gave a relieved smile. "J-Jenna! Oh thank goodness you're all right! I was so worried!"

Lady Collins watched in shock as the maid stepped forward, faltering for a moment before continuing on. Giving a sincere, yet somewhat sloppy bow, "I... mmmm, I'm so glad you're okay. Gian-I mean, her majesty said that it was probably just exhaustion, but I wasn't sure..."

Shifting her legs awkwardly, Jenna took a step back, eyeing the cum still leaking out of the maid's cunt. Blushing brightly, she glanced back at her face, "D-Daphne! W-what are you even doing here? H-how did you find me?!"

"I-I came searching for you after you... after you left!" Giving her a slightly reprimanding look after catching her breath, "You know you have to be careful around the wilds. Thank goodness Gianna found you-"

"Wait, wait, hold on!" Holding up her hand, "Why are you even with this... savage?!"

Shifting her weight, the redhead gave a nervous smile. Rubbing her hands together, "Lady-Lady Collins! That's a terrible thing to say! Why... why, after you ran off, I went looking for you. But by the time I'd found you, you'd fallen asleep-"

"Fallen asleep?! I probably passed out from exhaus-!"

Holding up a hand, "THANKFULLY, thankfully, Gianna had been keeping watch over you, and after we talked... well, it's a long story, but... umm." Daphne's cheeks went crimson, her body shivering at the memory. "She... she said you had insulted her. And as such that had to be made up for with a punishment... so I offered to-to take your place."

Jenna's jaw dropped, her mind a mix of emotions. "Take-take my place? W-why on earth would you do that?"