There was a pale streak through the forest as Mowgli sprinted at full force through the dense foliage and the cloying mists. Bare feet bounded over piles of wet leaves and sprawling roots. The girl would occasionally jump at low-hanging branches to swing herself over puddles that had accumulated next to the bases of large trees. Leaves whipped at her naked body, leaving behind a layer of red, angry scratches.
Mowgli bore all these assaults with a furious grimace, teeth bared. She had lost all patience in tracking Kaa through the jungle. His trail was ahead of her, as clear as day, and Mowgli was already behind schedule. She plunged through a screen of ferns and vaulted over low bushes, branches almost scraping at her buttocks as she hurled over the obstacles. At several points, she tripped and rolled several feet, only to jump back up, shaking her head with ferocity and cursing her own clumsiness, only to pick up her pursuit at the same speed.
The fog was moving in and beads of dew now draped Mowgli's body. She could only see but a few paces in front of her—the jungle was turning primordial, ancient and unforgiving. Mist and sweat dripped from her body as she ran, now among the slick and slippery plants that turned the entire forest claustrophobic. A light drizzle was now falling through the canopy, the sky through the slits in the trees gray and ominous. In no time, she was splashing through small rivulets that were etching their way down the pathways in the jungle.
At least she was not in danger of overheating.
The trail soon led to a small clearing that was not large enough to accommodate a juvenile elephant. Mowgli stood in the clearing for a second and wrung her wet hair out before she combed it back along her scalp, her breasts glistening with rainwater that sluiced down her belly and dripped between her legs. After all this time, she was finally feeling clean again. The past couple of days had been so traumatic that she had not begun to think about getting herself back to normal again. The only thing that had been on her mind was beating the living hell out of the snake that had kidnapped her girlfriend. Returning to a normal life was second in terms of importance for her.
Thunder crackled overhead, and the eventual boom shook the trees nearby, expelling a fresh round of mist that whipped against Mowgli's body, causing her to gasp from the sudden chill as her entire front was soaked in an instant.
Wiping water out of her face again, she suddenly had a funny feeling. Everything was quiet around her, apart from the sounds of the rain. Too quiet. Even in a storm, there would still be sounds of waterlogged animals calling out amidst the dark and the fury.
But there was nothing.
Just the sense of… danger.
Without fully taking time to imagine the consequences, Mowgli quickly dove into the nearest cover, within a snarl of thick-leaved bushes. Moisture dribbled all around her and the girl was imprisoned by the giant waxy leaves. Her eyes carved through the obstruction as best as she could, just the barest shreds of her body visible from the clearing.
She sat and waited. But it did not take long before something did happen.
There was a crackling sound of branches and Shere Khan suddenly strode into the middle of the clearing. His fur was matted from the rain and he moved slowly, menacingly, as he suddenly sniffed the air several times. Deep inhalations.
From where she was in the bushes, Mowgli clasped a hand over her mouth. The rain was muting all scents, but she was still so close to the tiger. Could he smell her?
The man-killing tiger walked a circuit around the clearing, taking many deep sniffs. He had caught wind of something, most definitely. Was it her?
But after a minute had passed, it seemed that he had been unable to place it as he gave a singular shrug and sauntered off in the opposite direction Mowgli had been headed, his tail making a lanky weave as he disappeared into the dark and misty jungle.
Mowgli refused to breathe normally until half a minute had passed. She panted in and out. That had been too close—she lifted a hand and saw that it was shaking. With Shere Khan on the warpath, she now needed to proceed cautiously through the forest. This was not good at all for her—every minute that she was separated from Kaa and Shanti was only risking her friend's dignity, or worse, her life.
Willing herself to remain in place for a few minutes more, Mowgli kept crouching within her little protective coven of ferns and bushes, listening to the rain fall upon the leaves, creating a soothing clamor about her.
After a short period had passed, Mowgli felt that she had used up enough time and that it was safe to venture forth into the jungle again. She was about to stand when there was a quick rustling of leaves.
Right next to her, on her left.
Shere Khan's massive head poked through the closest bush, now inches from Mowgli's face. The girl had not even heard the tiger coming. He must have marked her scent after all and played dumb to get her to lower her guard. Mowgli turned her head and her eyes widened. A terrified squeak wormed from her throat and her limbs all went cold.
"Playtime is over, girl-cub," the tiger simpered, his smiling maw showing rows of sharp teeth.
Before Mowgli could get up and run, the tiger had exploded from his pouncing position, tackling Mowgli full-on and propelling them both back into the clearing. Rain splattered Mowgli's eyes for a moment and she tried to let out a scream, but a paw suddenly sank into her belly, claws dangerously close to the hollow of her navel, and she let out a pained gurgle. Another paw positioned itself between Mowgli's breasts, her flesh cradling the instrument of the massive cat that now held her life in its hands.
The tiger grinned down at the naked girl he had pinned on the ground. "So the man-village did not claim you in full," he said laconically. "How… delightful. And stupid of you, to think you were safe back in the jungle."
Mowgli could not respond as the paw atop her chest was cutting off her airflow. She grasped at the clawed appendage, desperate to lift it even a centimeter so that she could breathe. She thrashed as hard as she could, throwing her head back as she made moaning noises of panic, her feet drumming on the cold and wet ground in impotence.
"You still haven't learned how to offer me good sport, it seems," Shere Khan mockingly looked hurt. "I'm able to smell you a mile away and you just run and hide. No respect whatsoever for my skills. Well, I'll give you one last chance. You're becoming a woman and even females of your species can still hunt."
The paw then lifted away from Mowgli and the girl immediately began coughing, her lungs flooded back with air. She curled into a fetal position momentarily, cold and nude on the ground, shivering as the rain fell upon her.
"You have ten seconds," Shere Khan purred. "Then… our final hunt begins."
The girl felt adrenaline rush through her veins. Pushing herself past the pain and the discomfort, she forced herself back onto unsteady legs, shooting a fearful glance at the tiger, who was sitting on his haunches at the edge of the clearing, and, with no clear direction on where she was going, she plunged into the jungle, heart in her throat.
Somehow, she managed to sprint ever faster than before. She felt hyper-alert as she screamed through the congested thicket, her windmilling arms smashing away vines and branches in her way. She burst through bushes, having no time to go around them, leaving Mowgli-shaped holes in them as she went. The ground was slippery from the rain and several times Mowgli's bare feet nearly slid out from under her, but she would quickly steady herself against a nearby tree and get back on balance, now hyperventilating.
Her ten seconds were up. She could hear the tiger crashing his way after her. The predator did not need to be stealthy anymore. This was his time, his hour. Mowgli only realized that she had just minutes to live, if not seconds.
She felt like crying out, like giving up. But she pressed ahead, just keeping herself above her fear as she hurried through the jungle wet, naked, and afraid.
Then… up ahead.
A faint whiff of gray light.
The jungle was clearing, the trees thinning.
Mowgli immediately wheeled for the opening, her heels skidding on mud, causing her to pinwheel her arms to steady herself and prevent from falling. Then she took off towards the edge of the jungle at breakneck speed, every muscle in her body taut, her nipples dripping with rainwater, her belly glistening and soaked.
She threw up an arm to protect her eyes as she burst her way through the last of the foliage.
There was a splashing sound and her calves immediately went cold as she sank into running water.
Dropping her arm away, Mowgli realized that she was standing upon an escarpment that was rivuleted white with water. This was a cliff face, a plateau in which there was a waterfall several meters to her left, with a sudden sheer drop to her right, where another waterfall lurched off into space. The drop to her right was far enough that death was certain if she were to go down that way. The plateau was triangle-shaped, the water not deep enough to submerge her whole body from head to toe, and was veined with little rock ridges that had been worn smooth from the pounding flow.
In front of her was just a rock wall, however, slippery with moss. Too steep for her to climb up—she was trapped.
Mowgli made to turn back, knowing she was out of options, but she had to back out further into the clearing of the shortened delta, for Shere Khan was starting to push his way out of the foliage, the luscious orange coat of the tiger vibrant against the dimness that the rain and waterfall spray created.
Backing up, her feet nearly losing their grip on the slippery rocks, Mowgli began to embark into a crouch, her arms bent as if she sought to catch the tiger in a tackle if he decided to pounce upon her. But she was terrified, as evidenced by the shaking of all her limbs. Her eyes were quivering and her chest pulsing as she hyperventilated. Her expression was one of pure fear. Slowly, she crept towards the waterfall that surged from above as the tiger began to position himself between the girl and the edge of the cliff, wanting to cut off all avenues of escape.
"Time to die, girl-cub," Shere Khan growled.
For the first time, Mowgli believed him.
Thunder crackled in the air and, in a flash, the great tiger bent his legs and pounced towards Mowgli, fangs bared and claws extended. Mowgli managed to dive out of the way just in time, but she landed on the smooth and slick rocks, causing her to slide out of control until she landed in a puddle of water closer to the waterfall. The girl was in the process of getting up when Shere Khan suddenly reared up in front of her, his paws whirling in haymakers, looking to make a massive blow on her body.
Mowgli ducked her head to evade the first blow, but the next was an uppercut that caught her perfectly on her jaw, knocking her clear into the air, her body arcing in an unusually perfect way. She was almost knocked unconscious from such a punch and she landed right into the spray of the waterfall against the rock wall, amidst a torrent of foaming white and angry water. Her body was pummeled so hard by the force of the liquid that it kept her awake and she came back to full consciousness with a spluttering gasp, followed by a series of coughs as she tried to keep her airways from getting waterlogged. Moaning, she pushed herself back until her she came up against the wall of rock that the falls had been hiding behind its shimmering curtains.
There was barely any space for her to hide behind the waterfall. There was only a thin gap against the shining rock face that was protected from the full force of the falls, but there were no coves or caves for her to hide in.
It was too small for Shere Khan though, because Mowgli could see, between the gaps in the falls, the tiger pacing furiously within the cloud of spray that emitted just on the other side. Mowgli stood, pressing her back against the wall as she scooted towards the side of the jungle where she could slip back into the forest. If she got through the falls, past Shere Khan, she could find a way to hide temporarily and maybe get the tiger off her back. She could get into the trees—Shere Khan could not climb as far as she could!
But whatever plans that she had come up with all went awry in the next moment, for Shere Khan, having grown impatient waiting for the girl-cub to make a move, decided to make the next strike himself.
A clawed paw unexpectedly lurched through the surging waterfall and raked four lines into the stone inches above Mowgli's head, who shrieked from being surprised. Another blow scratched more markings just to the girl's right, almost carving into her thigh. When Mowgli tried to juke to the left in an effort to evade, Shere Khan made a sweeping strike with his paw that caught the girl square on her butt, lifting her clear from behind the waterfall as she burst through the other side, limbs flailing, screaming hysterically, before she landed on the waved rocks of the thin delta.
Knowing what was going to happen to her if she was too slow, Mowgli began clawing to get back up on her feet, perhaps stand and fight. But the rocks were too slippery for her to gain any purchase—she was flailing upon the shallow delta, rain hitting her face, body misted from the spray of the falls behind her.
And stalking towards her, just feet away, was Shere Khan.
Desperate, Mowgli rolled on her back and started to wheel kick at the tiger in a last-ditch effort to drive him off. But the tiger chortled and knocked her flailing legs away with a contemptuous paw strike. Curling another paw into a fist, Shere Khan drove a powerful blow deep into Mowgli's gut. Crying out, the girl sat up in reflex, mouth open and eyes squeezed shut as she started to cough. The tiger used that moment to land another punch upon Mowgli's head, laying her out upon the ground, her head bouncing off the rock and almost bringing her back into unconsciousness again.
Another swipe of the paw and Mowgli was skidding across the slippery field, nearly limp, before she landed in yet another shallow pool with a splash. She lay in a heap, her butt and torso partially submerged with her feet sticking out upon the rock.
Shere Khan kept on stalking towards her, but he was unhurried. Mowgli was slow to recover and he would have his revenge on her very, very soon.
Mowgli was on her knees by now, about to clamber out of the thin pool, when Shere Khan was atop her, making a point to step on the girl's hand, making her shriek in pain. She tried to pry the tiger's paw off of her, but Shere Khan used the opening to slam the girl's head several times, her nude body rippling with each blow. When she was finally limp, Shere Khan flipped the girl onto her back and pushed her back into the pool that she had just extricated herself from.
Now, applying one paw on Mowgli's abdomen and another over her face, Shere Khan pushed the girl's head under the surface until the water began to bubble.
Pain set in almost immediately for Mowgli. She had not been given a chance to take a deep breath prior to being submerged and she had already swallowed a large gulp of river water. Her lungs felt like they were about to implode and the force of Shere Khan pressing onto her face was causing her to become nearly delirious. Her legs beat a weak tempo outside of the water and bubbles rushed from her mouth, quickly becoming an empty trickle.
She was going to drown. It would all be over soon.
Just then, the pressure lessened, and Mowgli sat up, spluttering, spitting out water until she was coughing and crying in tandem. She realized that Shere Khan was just toying with her. He would not want to kill her by means of drowning. Too simple.
But before she could take stock of her next move, Shere Khan whipped out another paw, launching Mowgli clear of the pool she had just been flailing around in, and she slid to within inches of the cliff's edge, small trickles of the river delta traveling just beneath and around her body.
The naked girl lay there, looking up at the flat gray sky, soaked to the bone. Then, Shere Khan's head loomed over her, looking smug. "Your end is approaching," he told the shivering girl. "But first, I must make it complete."
Then, the tiger flipped Mowgli over, who was too weak to resist, until she was lying on her stomach, facing the edge of the cliff. She was groaning quietly, a thin trickle of blood running down from her scalp. Her fingers could not get purchase, nor could her toes, both of which her limbs were splaying out, making the sight of the nude girl next to the tiger appear all the more sinister.
Mowgli knew what was coming, and try as she might, she could not fight against it.
The inevitable happened when she felt Shere Khan's fur brush at her back, the tiger now standing over her, his paws flanking her battered body.
And she felt a brushing of something hot and thick, a warm rod, that slid down the cleft between her buttocks, twitching past her anus, and finally resting at her entrance.
Shere Khan placed a hand on Mowgli's back, pinning her down with a gurgle. "This time, you will allow me passage," he growled before he raped Mowgli by sliding his penis inside her.
Mowgli nearly blacked out as Shere Khan hilted himself unceremoniously within her. There was too much of the tiger for her to take. She could not comprehend it. She could only mutter a strangled cry before the sound died in her throat, her entire world turning a terrible shade of red as her body tried to deny the acceptance of her raper, but the tiger was too strong and he was accustomed to getting what he wanted.
"Ahh," Shere Khan purred as he started to slide back out, the rape commencing in earnest, "much better this time, girl-cub. At least you'll provide me with some semblance of satisfaction before I end your life. Now, be silent and still!"
Mowgli could only comply as her body began to be jerked back and forth out there on that cliff face as Shere Khan repeatedly thrusted himself in and out of her with the rough gyrations of his hips. His thrusts were so powerful that Mowgli was being dragged along the silken rocks—had they been sharp or ragged, she would have been torn to shreds by now.
The rain splattered against her grasping hands and at the bare soles of her feet. The tiger grunted as he pounded at the girl, her round butt smacking nicely against his hips as he violated her again and again. His thick penis was already coated with the girl's wetness, which only lubricated his entry into her with each stroke. The claws of his paw extended a bit as he grew closer and closer to orgasm, and the claws began to puncture the skin of Mowgli's back as she continued to be held in place. She gave small cry, but Shere Khan ignored it, only focusing on how good it felt to fuck this stupid little girl-cub!
Mowgli closed her eyes and waited for it to be over. With each thrust, it felt like she was losing a portion of herself. That she was slowly going insane. Shere Khan's penis just felt like an invasion—before she could reconcile with herself that her prior rapes had felt somewhat good, but this time, there was just fear. Fear and acceptance. She was beyond her own orgasm now. Just existing in this hell.
There was an empty feeling that suddenly imparted itself against her when Shere Khan's penis withdrew from her body, and his paw let off her back at the same time, and for a blessed moment, Mowgli thought that he had finished and that the tiger could get to the business of killing her once and for all.
This was not to be, for the tiger simply grabbed at Mowgli's hip and, in a smooth motion, flipped her over so that she was lying on her back, staring up at Shere Khan.
Maneuvering himself so that he was now between Mowgli's legs, Shere Khan put his back at the cliff's edge as he got everything in place.
From this viewpoint, Mowgli could see the tiger's cock for the first time. It was a long and veinous thing, the balls throbbing with unspent semen. It seemed impossible that it could have ever fit inside her and her eyes widened as she took in the length.
Grinning, the tiger laid his glistening penis upon Mowgli stomach, which was still stained with her fluids. It left a thin film upon her belly as he dragged it over her navel. She could see that a white bulb jostled at the tip of the penis and she shuddered as she was looking at the tiger's precum.
The tiger lined himself up again at Mowgli's cunt. "Now," he growled, "when I finish, I'm going to kill you. I'm going to slit your front all the way open and gorge at your insides. Don't look away—it'll be worse for you if you do."
And so Mowgli could only stare into Shere Khan's greedy eyes as his paws spread her legs open wide so that he could impale her with his cock once more. This time, Mowgli did not so much as make a sound as he entered her, as she bit her lip to keep from crying.
The image of the tiger's shining penis sliding in and out of her was more disgusting than it was arousing to her. She tried to squeeze her eyes shut to get the image out of her head, but a few slaps to the cheek from Shere Khan forced her to remain fully conscious of the present moment.
Mowgli's legs automatically moved to wrap around Shere Khan's hips and the two became tangled together in their perverse lovemaking. The girl's bare legs and hips latched against the damp and vibrant fur of the tiger pounding into her. She continued to be dragged across the ground and she only focused on her breathing, her eyes misting as the rain poured upon her face, her breasts and nipples glazed with the mist from the nearby waterfall.
The tiger's thrusts gradually grew quicker. Mowgli realized that he was getting close.
"And…" the tiger panted, as if he had run a marathon, "here it comes, girl-cub!"
With a low sound that sounded like a roar and a cry, Shere Khan drew himself low and made one last thrust inside Mowgli, who gave a scream of her own when she felt a hot sensation flood her cunt. The tiger's seed overflowed her immediately, bursting around his hilted penis, dripping down Mowgli's buttocks, and flowing away onto the damp rock beneath the two of them.
There was no afterglow because the tiger was still orgasming. He shuddered and spasmed, rearing back up to the point where his cock slipped out of Mowgli. Ropes of come burst from the head of his cock, splattering onto Mowgli's breasts and belly, and splashing her face with one vicious throb. She had kept her mouth closed this time and the tiger's seed just dribbled across her lips and she dared not let the thick drops trickle down her throat, even as a massive globule slithered across her cheek, the girl glazed from head to toe.
As Shere Khan continued to climax, he kept on leaning back until he was kneeling nearly upright, his head tilted towards the sky. He gave a huge "Aaaaahhh!" as he grasped Mowgli's hips, semen still spurting from his erection.
But his eyes were not on Mowgli anymore.
And his back was to the cliff.
With a primal grunt, Mowgli acted in an instant. She shot her legs back until she was almost fetal, and then sprang them out with a powerful thrust, her bare feet catching the tiger full-on in the chest.
It was a powerful blow and Shere Khan immediately began to feel himself tipping over upon his back. Snarling, he made a swipe with his claws and he saw Mowgli roll away, screaming, holding her leg which now had three red slashes upon it. But his excitement ended there, for when he spun to right himself on his feet, he realized there was nothing for him to land upon.
It was just the cliff. And a drop several hundred feet to the bottom.
There was a panicked cry from the tiger as he tried to dig in with his claws in an attempt to keep from pitching over the side, but his momentum was too great and, with a last look of confusion and a tiny whimper, Shere Khan disappeared over the edge.
Mowgli never heard the sound that Shere Khan's body made when it hit the ground far below.
She just lay there, her leg bleeding profusely, but she would survive. Groaning, the naked girl-cub crawled back to the waterfall and stood in the spray after gingerly testing her leg as the water made a fiery contact with the exposed wound.
She did not celebrate in her victory. She just slid towards the ground slowly after she had washed the tiger's semen from her body and drew herself close, head to her knees, as she let the roar of the falls surround her and protect her, rendering her invisible, which perhaps was all she had ever wanted to be in this jungle.
Surrounded by the falling water, no one could hear her quiet and frustrated sobs.