Author's Note: Although the lack of reviews for the previous story wasn't quite encouraging, that never stopped perverts like me before and it certainly won't now. I'm hoping that this'll make more of a splash with a few more fan-favorite characters thrown into the mix. Believe me, what Shanti had to do to Mowgli was only just the tip of the iceberg and Kaa had many plans for her.

The Kruelity Kontinues by senshi05

Cover Art by Tiquitoc

Chapter 1: Powerless

"Hey, hands off!" Shanti demanded as she felt her breasts each grabbed by a perverted hand. The jug of fruits she carried on her head toppled to the ground and spilled everything while the hands pulled her back up to the body they were connected to. Blushing bright red, she let out a sensual moan as the fingers fondled her boobs like they were dough being kneed while bouncing them up and down like coconuts being juggled. Her arms could only flail in desperation.

"C'mon, babe," a young male voice with a sleazy tone spoke directly into her ear, "These treasures of your's are always too terrific." Shanti scowled as she recognized Baljeet, his absolutely awful breath and that poor excuse for smooth talking he always pulled. She could feel his boner stiffening in his pants as he grinded it against her butt, something that repulsed her to no end. "Can you blame a guy for wanting to show his, erm, appreciation?"

Almost all the village boys would sneak up on Shanti in one of the lonely parts of the village to have their way with her, grabbing her breasts and groping her butt. She couldn't even bring herself to scream as shame would fill her with fear over somebody actually seeing her in such an embarrassing position, allowing the perverts to slip away in time. It was humiliating feeling like their plaything, Baljeet acting like he owned her as he gave her breasts another squeeze.

"Maybe," Shanti grunted as she grabbed Baljeet's wrists in trying to pry his grips off her breasts, "I would enjoy your appreciation from ten thousand feet away." However, her strength dwarfed in comparison to Baljeet as he continued to grope and grind his victim while she feebly wrestled. "You disgusting snakes think you just own whatever pretty thing turns you on, don't you?" she snarled with absolute anger, trying her best to not be another damsel in distress.

"Well, you certainly help whenever you get all feisty like this," Baljeet sneered lecherously, hotdogging his erection between Shanti's buttocks, "and especially when your T and A are more amazing than ever." He gave her tits another squeeze to hear her sexiest moan yet and had to keep himself from letting loose in his own pants. Not yet at least. "You can fight it all that you want but one day, I'm going to make you all mine and have the best wife a man can ask for."

Being reduced to a boy toy was bad enough as it was now but the idea of marrying some pervert entered Shanti's mind and made her simply shudder in disgust. "Not even in your dreams," Shanti spat back as she tried to push her palms against Baljeet's chest behind her with all of her might. "Now let. Me. GO!" she demanded before Baljeet suddenly did just that and caused her to shoot forward before toppling down to the ground a mere four feet away from him.

Though the fall surprised her, Shanti managed to brace herself with her palms before picking herself up in mere seconds and aiming her scowl straight at Baljeet. "What?" the lecherous teenager spoke with false bemusement masking his smugness, "This is what you wanted, didn't you?" Shanti had just about had it up to here with being the victim and began marching towards Baljeet in her seething fury, determined to wipe that smirk clean off that ugly mug of his.

"What are you hooligans getting up to here?"

Shanti ceased her stomping almost immediately when she heard the gruff voice one of the village elders right behind her and swung around to find the bearded, wrinkly old man steadily coming around the corner with a cane crankily. "And who spilled all this precious fruit about?" he irately demanded, pointing out the scattered food about the ground that Shanti almost forgot about. "You youngsters don't know how valuable simple nourishment is these days."

Shanti could hardly say a word before Baljeet cut her off with his usual smooth-talk. "Shanti just crashed into me by accident," he nonchalantly lied without a crack in the facade, "She's been awfully clumsy lately and clearly wasn't looking right in front of her." She looked straight at him with a flabbergasted expression as he pinned the whole thing on her after assaulting her body. As if that wasn't enough, she saw him make a slight sneer of arrogance for just a second.

Shanti turned back towards the elder and began to insist, "That's not true-" only for the grown-up to cut her off with a scoff. "A girl like you would be clumsy as it is but you should know better than to make excuse for your mistakes," he crankily chastised, Shanti's heart sinking in an instant. "Be off, Baljeet, and let the young lady clean up after herself." He turned his evil eye back at Shanti. "How a lost cause like you will even get married with that personality is beyond me."

Watching the geezer limp away dismissively, Shanti could only sigh, "Yes, sir." She knew full well that this was a battle she'd lose no matter how many times she'd put up a fight. No man in the village would actually take her side, let alone give the likes of Baljeet anything more than a slap on the wrist. If anything, they'd pin the blame on her for "provoking such young lads" and sweep it under the rug. The cards were always stacked against her time and time again.

Naturally, Baljeet was quick to rub salt in her wounds with his trademark smugness. "You heard Gramps so get to work, slacker," he sneered as Shanti aimed her glare right back at him. She was further infuriated by the sight of him grabbing a bunch of her hard earned fruits and ate one as he sauntered off. "Though for the record, I'd certainly marry you in a heartbeat," he declared with a perverted grin. "No way I'd let those big boobs of your's get away from my hands."

All Shanti could do was scowl angrily as Baljeet chuckled almost evilly and rounded the bend, leaving her to sink to her knees and hang her head powerlessly.

"Sounds like he couldn't get enough of you," Shanti's mother said with a sassy tone as she largely focused on sewing up the holes in her husband's pants. "I remember how your father was that forward with me when we met," she sighed nostalgically. "A girl with your figure ought to be grateful."

"For what?" Shanti demanded flabbergasted, her hands to her hips defiantly. "Getting my boobs fondled like a pair of melons or having my butt dry-humped every single day?" She had hoped that her mother would take issue with how Baljeet flaked on her but she soon felt stupid for considering such a thing.

"Exactly," Shanti's mother replied, fixing one hole. "With so many boys wanting to get it on, you'll be set for life when you marry one of them." She gave a cheeky giggle. "Not every girl has this many options for life."

"And what makes you think I want to get married?" Shanti retorted sharply. "With the perverts this village has to offer, you really believe that I'm going to let even one of them make me into some housewife that they can boss around?" She got shivers at the mere thought of Baljeet as her husband.

"Well, I suppose that demanding attitude of your's is bound to be problem," Shanti's mother responded with a more weary tone. "With how quick you can be to speak back and even get physical, it's no wonder Mowgli ran away back into the Jungle when you gave him an earful over chores."

Shanti felt her frustrations simmer as she heard Mowgli's name and remembered how he stormed out of the village back to the Jungle he had once called his home three days ago. She'd never let it show but she really did worry about how the infamous man-cub was doing whether he was a pain in her neck or not.

She could also feel an underlying sadness like Mowgli really wasn't coming back. She had briefly searched for him but found no trace of him before rushing back to the village out of fear for her own safety and hoped he would just come back on his own. Yet it had been three days and not a word from him period.

However, Shanti saw the guilt-tripping her mother was pulling and snapped herself out of the funk. "Well, good," she declared despite her feeling otherwise deep down inside. "They can all go and join that wild child like the animals they really are."

Her mother kept at her work while Shanti swung around and stormed towards her room, passing through the curtain. She hopped into her hammock and laid on her side to let herself sulk. Everybody was trying to make her suitable for being a housewife no matter who the sleezeball she'd be stuck with.

"There's no way I'm going to give a bunch of neanderthals the satisfaction they don't deserve," Shanti vowed to herself as she yawned drowsily. "No man will own me like some animal they hunted." She slipped to sleep in seconds, unaware of just how wrong she truly was...

If Shanti thinks things suck now, she ain't seen nothing yet...

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