Mowgli awoke feeling oddly rested, which was of some small comfort, considering the last sleepless night that she had spent in the jungle.
The only issue right now was, like when she had been forced to sleep in Kaa's clutches, she was now in the grasp of some other creature. Concern rapidly grew within the child as she became more and more awake, as she was now starting to rapidly breathe.
The lamia had transformed back into her half-woman, half-snake form during the night, with some of the serpent's coils remaining lightly looped around Mowgli's legs near her ankles. But what was really keeping Mowgli from going anywhere was the fact that the lamia had wrapped her arms around the girl while asleep, with the two having dozed off in a spooning position. One of the lamia's hands was in between Mowgli's legs, just brushing the folds of her slit. The other was at her chest, long nails faintly stroking one of the girl's nipples upon her flat breasts.
Mowgli's eyes cracked open the more she awoke. The mist from the earlier day had fled and she could see scant traces of sunlight through the thick canopy above. The warm morning sun was also pronouncing the multitude of vines that hung very still from the massive tree that provided the two with the array of shade. The girl-cub's eyes scrambled around in her sockets as she sought to assess her escape routes, but the vines seemed to be her only option as she was surrounded in this little quarry of rock and stone. No way she could climb out, and crawling back through the cave she had entered through would be too slow of an option. The lamia would catch her, she just knew it.
Well, at least the lamia was keeping her warm.
After ten minutes of just lying there, frozen in fear, Mowgli finally mustered the courage to try and slip away. As slow as she could manage, she turned in place until her back was lying upon the mossy ground. This did not improve her situation any, for the lamia's arms were still tightly wrapped around her. The creature was very unwilling to give up her prize, it seemed.
But the lamia's full breasts, which had been pushed against Mowgli's back, were now mashed against the child's face. One nipple was poking against Mowgli's mouth, as if inviting her to nurse from it. And the child, fully knowing that she had to do anything in order to survive, swallowed down all of the feelings of grossness and disgust that she had accumulated the past day—she opened her mouth and began to suck at the lamia's breasts, knowing this would lead to her freedom.
A few seconds later, the lamia began to murmur in her sleep, sounding content. Mowgli's mouth at her nipple must have felt soothing to the creature. In no time, she began to stir, her hand between Mowgli's legs making faint clenching motion, tickling the girl in her most private area and causing her to nearly cry out loud when she felt a surge of warmth grow in her loins, but she stifled her own noises, her fists clenching at her hips. Mowgli felt wet down there and her toes began to tingle, but she kept sucking at the breast, her tongue desperately flicking at the nipple, recalling the taste of the lamia's milk on her tongue, knowing that it was infinitely preferable to Kaa's semen when she had been sucking on the serpent's penis.
Mowgli grasped onto the breast, suckling at it like a newborn babe. A child seeking the warmth and comfort of a mother. And then, the lamia finally groaned and stretched her arms, pulling her hands away from Mowgli as she adjusted to the pleasant sensations. Just what the girl had been hoping for.
Like a cat, Mowgli crept her body out of the lamia's coils, her mouth still attending to the creature's breast. She then slowly unlatched her lips from the nipple and quietly crawled away.
Getting to her feet, Mowgli tiptoed across the moss, making sure that every movement her body made was whisper-quiet. She stole terrified glances back towards the lamia, who was still dozing, not realizing that her prize was in the process of slipping away.
A sturdy-looking vine was just feet away from Mowgli, now. It went straight up to the sprawling branches of the massive tree just overhead. A perfect candidate. Heart in her throat, the naked child sped up her pace a bit, small hands outreached towards the vine.
Her feet snagged on a branch that she had not been looking out for. It gave a bone-cracking snap.
Mowgli froze and squeezed her eyes shut and made a regretful face.
Behind her, the lamia's eyes snapped open. Saw what wasn't in her arms and then saw where what should have been in her arms actually was. Which, was not in her arms.
Immediately, the lamia clawed the ground, dragging herself towards Mowgli. "No! No!" she screamed, spittle flying from her forked tongue.
There was no time to waste. Mowgli leaped and grabbed onto the vine. She had been climbing vines since she was a baby. She grasped at the dangling vegetation, using two hands to haul herself up, and her feet to clamp down upon the vine, stabilizing herself as she worked her way up. She was able to shimmy herself more than halfway up the vine by the time the lamia reached the bottom—lacking feet, the lamia could not climb the vine, as she had apparently forgotten all about her ability to transform, but what she could do in the moment was grab the vine and shake it.
"You… come… back… this… instant!" the lamia howled up at Mowgli, her slit eyes looking all the more devilish as she shook the vine back and forth.
Mowgli cried out as she was nearly flung from the creeping plant, but her grip held firm, for the moment. Still, the girl's body was being heaved in all directions, her legs kicking out into midair as she tried to hang on. But one of the lamia's yanks accidentally propelled Mowgli in the direction of another vine. She saw her chance and let go, managing to snag the next vine, well away from where the lamia was on the ground.
She now had the momentum to reach another vine. She reached out, snagged it, and transferred her body weight. Soon, she was over the ring of rocks, and she felt a chill run through her body that was not the wind when she heard the lamia cry out in denial behind her, quickly escaping from view.
Pretty soon, the naked girl was swinging through the air, her arms pumping like pistons as she found vine after vine. The wind caressed her bare skin and her feet flew over the ground as she traveled at exhilarating speeds. She would sometimes hold onto a vine for longer than necessary, just so that she could pitch her feet forward and hang her head back, feeling freer than she had ever felt before.
Finally, Mowgli could laugh in relief.
The vine-swinging girl expertly darted just below the jungle canopy. She lit from branch to branch occasionally, erupting into quick jogs as she darted across the knotted branches to find another vine to swing from. She would leap into thin air, only to grab a vine at the last minute, sending her bare feet sweeping over the tops of ferns and bushes. This was such a rush for her! She felt like nothing could stop her!
And then she heard some laughing from the treetops above.
In the middle of one of her swings, Mowgli frantically looked behind her.
A cluster of dark shapes were traversing the treetops above. The primate-like figures of the Bandar-log. With long, lanky limbs, and strong tails, they were far more adept at swinging through the trees than Mowgli. She had had her run-ins with the Bandar-log before—no doubt they were wanting their revenge for how she had humiliated their King Louie a while back.
"Look at the naked girl-cub!" they were cackling, able to point and laugh in the middle of their acrobatics.
"What a scrawny thing!" another howled.
"She looks so scared!"
"Let's get her!"
Mowgli did not have to be told twice. With an intake of breath, she redoubled her efforts, leaping from vine to vine before the Bandar-log could catch up to her. Smaller vines slapped at her naked body as she flew through the air, her hair whipping into her eyes as the world grew closer and further away while in her arcs of trajectory.
Unfortunately, the Bandar-log had been swinging from vines for generations before Mowgli was born. They knew how to use them better and were able to swing alongside the terrified girl-cub for a bit, pointing and leering as the girl began to whimper in fear.
As Mowgli tried to grab for another vine to escape, one of the Bandar-Log reached out and snagged a limber hand across her foot. "I got her!" the primate cried in triumph and gave a yank with his arm, ripping Mowgli from her vine with a cry. The girl-cub dangled upside-down for a brief moment, her hair drooping due to gravity, her white butt shimmering in the low light. She was screaming, her fists lashing out in all directions, begging to be let go, but of course the Bandar-log were not going to oblige.
With a flick of the wrist, the Bandar-log that was holding onto Mowgli tossed the girl into the air. The child spun several times in midair before she was caught by another of the apes. The monkey playfully swatted Mowgli's butt before they too took turns in tossing the girl back and forth to its comrades.
For Mowgli, the jungle floor was constantly rotating as she was being thrown this way and that. She was in hell. She was getting dizzy. The naked child was trying desperately to whack her tormentors, but none of her blows were connecting—the Bandar-log were too willey for her.
But finally, one of Mowgli's kicks managed to connect with the wrist of the Bandar-log that was currently holding her. The ape let out a yell and let go of the naked girl, sending Mowgli plummeting towards the ground.
There was a vine within reach! Mowgli reached out… the ground racing closer… closer…
Her hand grasped around it. Yes!
Mowgli was grinning like an idiot as she began to swing away from the congregation of monkeys up above. She looked back for a split-second.
That was a mistake.
When she faced forward again, she realized that she was heading straight-on towards a massive tree trunk.
There was nowhere for her to go.
She began to scream out loud, but was cut off when her spread-eagled body impacted full-on against the tree so hard that leaves were shaken loose. There was only the naked girl's bare back, butt, and legs visible as she wrapped herself around the tree, knocking herself silly.
With a groan, the limp Mowgli peeled away from the trunk and plummeted downwards. There were several branches that arrested her fall that she bounced off of, a couple of which she tried to cling to, but lacked the strength to hold on. At one point, she landed smack-dab on a branch that impacted between her legs. She immediately made a sound of pain and her eyes rolled up into her head as she clutched the soreness there, before slipping back off the branch. Finally, she landed on the last branch between her and the ground, but she slid off this one again, though her hands clawed into the bark at the last minute. The girl-cub dangled there, weak and helpless, for a scant moment. Then her fingernails peeled back the bark of the branch and she was falling again, landing at the base of the tree and its sprawling roots in a heap.
Luckily, Mowgli had broken no bones in the fall. Just bruises to her body and ego. On trembling limbs, she tried to stand back up, staving off the shock as best as she could. Run. Just run.
Then she heard sounds of the Bandar-log lighting upon the ground in front of her. Mowgli lifted her head. There were five of them in all, leering those wide and stupid grins. And, Mowgli noted in horror, many of them were sporting erections between their legs and suddenly she had an idea of what they wanted to do to her.
Mowgli backed up until she was pressed against the tree trunk, her fists raised, trying to appear brave. "You'd better not… touch me," she panted.
This did not have the effect she was hoping for. There was a moment of silence and then the Bandar-log all just erupted in laughter as if they had been cued.
"Oh, she thinks she can boss us around?"
"That's rich of her. Hey, why don't we show her who's the boss?"
"Then you'd better get in line after me!"
They all sprang upon her, their hands outstretched, their greedy faces leering. They had all moved together at the same time that they had become bunched into a ball of Bandar-log limbs, almost like a fur-streaked whirlwind.
Mowgli had no escape route. She could only helplessly dodge as the limber hands reached out, seeking to molest her. She ducked the first round of arms, arched her back to evade the second, and even jumped as a swipe from the Bandar-log had aimed at her feet. But when she landed, there was a lanky hand there to grab her around the ankle. The Bandar-log that now held her gave a hoot of victory and pulled his arm back, sending Mowgli to the ground. The naked girl grunted as her back made contact with the roots of the tree, but she was only there for a moment as each Bandar-log took a limb in turn, lifting her so that they were all holding onto her while she was a foot off the ground.
"Get off of me!" she screamed, trying to thrash her way out of the grip of the primates, but their grips were too strong.
"Oh, we will," one of the Bandar-log cackled. "Just as soon as we've had our fun!"
"It won't take very long," another butted in. "You're not exactly our type!"
The Bandar-logs' fingers began to explore her, caressing the flat nubs of her breasts, teasing between her legs, and caressing everywhere there was bare skin. Their touch was insistent and Mowgli quickly began to feel a combination of disorientation, arousal, and humiliation as the Bandar-log held her like this. It was overwhelming.
The fingers between her legs began to quicken—as the Bandar-log took exceptional pleasure in seeing the girl-cub squirm—and Mowgli tensed and whined, her hips rippling as the fingers of the ape began to grow slick.
"Hey, I think she's liking it!"
"Maybe she'll like this then!"
Before Mowgli could utter a word of protest, one of the Bandar-log bent his head forward and lolled out his long tongue, running it along one of Mowgli's breasts, the tongue playing with her nipple. One of them started to lick her foot, running his tongue up her sole from heel to toes—the Bandar-log had to hold on especially tight to prevent Mowgli's thrashing as a result of being tickled. More fingers at her stomach, tip-toing around her navel. The young child tried to put on a brave face, even as that feeling of pressure built between her legs again, a nameless desire, driven from the Bandar-log's hand working against her slit, her sensitive spot.
She tried to look away and not up at the sea of cackling face over her. One of their erect penises was brushing at her cheek, poking at her lips. She felt sick, that this was wrong for her to be doing. The child could not stop these feelings of embarrassment as she hung in the air, held by these apes. They pulled and prodded at her and there was nothing she could do to stop it.
"Turn her over!" she heard one of them call out. "I don't like looking at her ugly face!"
The world gave a whirl as the Bandar-log flipped Mowgli around before she had a chance to break free. She was now staring down at the leaf-strewn ground, still held in the tight grip of the monkeys. She focused on a bit of moss just in front of her eyes, her hair dangling around her face.
Hands began to caress the bare cheeks of her rear. "Yeah, looks better like this!" one of the Bandar-log said. Mowgli was about to close her eyes and submit to the humiliation when she felt the tongue of one of the Bandar-log suddenly slurp upon her bottom. She gave a sound of indignation and raised her head up in shock, caught off guard that something would be licking her there. The licking didn't stop at her bare cheek, which quickly moved to the cleft between her bottom, the tongue making a whirling motion against Mowgli's soft hole, a place she never would have imagined anyone would ever place their mouth. She tried to tighten her butt to prevent the intrusion, but the Bandar-log just pushed his face deeper and deeper—Mowgli managed to look over her shoulder to witness the assault, but all she could see was the forehead of the Bandar-log that was busy eating her out from behind, his face squashed by the cheeks of her butt.
Mowgli returned her gaze forward, a hollow look in her eyes, before a fire of indignation replaced it. "I'm… not… your… plaything!" the girl bellowed and her body gave an undulation. Her butt surged against the face of the Bandar-log that was licking her there, knocking him backwards onto his own ass. His sprawling limbs smacked against the legs of his fellows, drawing sharp cries, and causing them to release their grip on Mowgli's legs.
The child was sent back to the floor again, her hands grasping at the roots to drag her further, her feet pistoning at the uneven ground as she struggled to gain purchase in the midst of the startled Bandar-log. She had almost regained her balance and had made to flee straight through the foliage, when one of the Bandar-log tackled her and pressed her against the trunk of the closest tree, her cheek smashed against the smooth wood, spraying spittle across its face. The nude girl's chest rubbed uncomfortably against the bark and her feet burrowed into the dark mud.
"Oh no, you don't!" the Bandar-log—the one that had tackled her—hissed into her ear. "You're going to be a good little girl-cub and be submissive."
A hand had returned between her legs again. The fingers of the Bandar-log, exploring the smooth skin of her slit from behind. The fingers were rough, dipping into her, past the ivory skin and into the pink depths of her most private area, rubbing her hairless lips. All Mowgli could do was endure the assault. She whimpered and trembled, until she realized what her molester had in mind.
She felt a rod of heat suddenly rest between the cheeks of her bare butt. The Bandar-log's penis. In that instant, Mowgli knew that the monkey was going to try to mate with her. She could feel the penis tickling her between her legs, poking her, teasing against her immaturity, threatening to plunder it.
"Get ready, girl-cub," the Bandar-log panted. "Here it comes!"
Mowgli felt the hips of the Bandar-log pull away for the briefest of moments. Time seemed to stand still as the penis drew against the soft skin of her inner thigh.
Then, the Bandar-log pressed forward, his cock pushing hard against Mowgli—
But, in a last act of desperation, Mowgli had jerked her hips to the side about an inch with a cry of defiance. It was enough for the Bandar-log's aim to go awry, but not in a manner anyone expected.
There was a split-second of resistance as the Bandar-log's cock pressed against the anus of the naked girl. His hips were still moving forward, but both of them let out noises of shock as the Bandar-log's penis slipped inside Mowgli's butt.
There was an explosion of pleasure that immediately erupted into pain in Mowgli's head. Was this… mating? She threw back her head and let out a scream that quickly transcended into a moan, almost as if she had been stabbed. Her knees immediately lost their tension and she fell limp, drool flinging from her mouth, as if she had been knocked out.
The Bandar-log also let out a groan as he was suddenly enveloped in an unexpected tightness. His face widened in shock and he instinctively pulled out—just as he started spurting. Semen sprayed the young girl's back and butt, dripping off of her in dollops. Mowgli was too disoriented to flinch away and she just bonelessly stood in place, faintly moaning as her butt was soon coated in the hot, white fluid of the Bandar-log.
"One-pump chump, you are!" the Bandar-log's fellows mercilessly mocked. "Bet I can last longer than you!"
"You can put that to the test, after me!"
"No, I get her next!"
The Bandar-log were so busy arguing with themselves that they gave Mowgli all the time she needed to recover. With a speed that surprised the apes, Mowgli wriggled out of the grip of the one that held her. The monkey gave a squawk and tried to reacquire her, but the nude child just darted out of reach. "Stop her!" one of them cried, and Mowgli suddenly found her escape route—a thin passage between two bushes—blocked as one of the Bandar-log jumped in front of her, his arms spread wide, ready to capture her in a bear hug.
There was nowhere else to go, but Mowgli was finished with taking things lying down. With a bellow, she jumped into the air and lashed out her foot in an unexpected kick. Her bare sole smashed into the cheek of the Bandar-log, just having enough force to knock him down. She landed just behind the ape with a triumphant grin.
More hands lashed out to grab Mowgli, but she was already sprinting through the dense foliage, leaves and branches whipping at her naked body, condensation smearing across her belly and thighs. She heard frantic shouting and crashing of vegetation behind her, which only motivated her to run even faster. Sunlight and mist flashed over her face, her little feet tromped heavily across the root-choked ground and she had to leap over thin gulleys from time to time.
She was running so fast that she was not completely paying attention to what was happening in front of her, as she had been hell-bent on mainly losing her pursuers.
From glancing over her shoulder one moment, still unable to see the Bandar-log, to looking ahead of her, Mowgli gaped as the forest suddenly cleared, revealing the gleaming and massive river before her. Adding to Mowgli's woes was the fact that there was a sizable cliff edge that marked the final boundary between land and water. Too close for her to course-correct.
Mowgli gave a shout and immediately hit the brakes, her feet skidding on the slippery mud. Her trajectory carried her right up to the cliff's edge, her toes gripping the corners of the rock, but her momentum was starting to carry her forward. Whimpering, the naked child closed her eyes, pinwheeled her arms, but it was no use, and Mowgli cried out as she pitched forward and plummeted into the river, somersaulting head-first into the water.
She saw darkness and bubbles for several long seconds, but managed to kick herself to the surface, spitting out water. The girl coughed and hacked for a bit and wiped her damp hair out of her eyes. She could see the Bandar-log congregating at the cliff, none of them brave enough to follow her. They were beginning to shrink from view, so Mowgli sighed at this little victory and resigned herself to lay on her back, relying on the river to float her away from danger.