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The petite pirate captain fled through itchy jungle, catching coarse leaves and hoary vines across long swathes of her bare skin. The tiny bikini top laced delicately across her small chest shielded her small nipples from the stinging citrus and pollen in the air, but it was no protection against the spears of the irate savages chasing her. Really, you'd think they would thank her for giving their kinfolk new opportunities in foreign lands. Slavery was such an ugly word.
Her boot became wedged in a root, and with a squeak and a flash of pink cloth and golden blonde pigtails, May tumbled forward. Her slender hips rushed down a slope of soft earth, spanked by wisps of grasses and sapling sprouts that struck against the skin-tight hotpants that clung to her valley. "Ow, ow, ow," the pirate complained. She was indignant about the whole thing right up until the slope ended, and threatened to send her sailing out into the open air.
She was quick and nimble, that was one advantage she had over shapelier women. May spun around and dug her fingers into the trailing vines. More than a few uprooted or broke immediately, and a tangled mess of it followed her to the cliff edge. Just barely, she came to a stop. "Yesss! Captain May triumphs again. I'm gonna burn your dumb jungle off the map, you- you-" As she mustered up the worst insult possible, the vines gave. She slipped back over the edge with a shriek.
Captain May stopped with a sudden bone-numbing bounce just short of the ground, as the mess of vines wrapped and tangles her arms up over her head and held her there in midair. Her legs stretched to reach the ground, then swung and kicked to grasp at the trees around her. Humping a trunk really did her no good, and once she discovered they were crawling with ants, she quickly let go. Worse, her eyepatch had shifted out of place and was bothering her pert nose. She blew at it to try and fix it. It was no use.
Now the ants were really starting to tickle as they reached the tops of her stockings and tiptoed across bare skin and under clothes. May giggled and squirmed. "Oh no, no, please," she begged the gods she had long since forsaken. Thighs rubbing together in frenzied defense, she dangled in her bondage, helpless but to become moist and scent the jungle air with her arousal.
Her boot became wedged in a root, and with a squeak and a flash of pink cloth and golden blonde pigtails, May tumbled forward. Her slender hips rushed down a slope of soft earth, spanked by wisps of grasses and sapling sprouts that struck against the skin-tight hotpants that clung to her valley. "Ow, ow, ow," the pirate complained. She was indignant about the whole thing right up until the slope ended, and threatened to send her sailing out into the open air.
She was quick and nimble, that was one advantage she had over shapelier women. May spun around and dug her fingers into the trailing vines. More than a few uprooted or broke immediately, and a tangled mess of it followed her to the cliff edge. Just barely, she came to a stop. "Yesss! Captain May triumphs again. I'm gonna burn your dumb jungle off the map, you- you-" As she mustered up the worst insult possible, the vines gave. She slipped back over the edge with a shriek.
Captain May stopped with a sudden bone-numbing bounce just short of the ground, as the mess of vines wrapped and tangles her arms up over her head and held her there in midair. Her legs stretched to reach the ground, then swung and kicked to grasp at the trees around her. Humping a trunk really did her no good, and once she discovered they were crawling with ants, she quickly let go. Worse, her eyepatch had shifted out of place and was bothering her pert nose. She blew at it to try and fix it. It was no use.
Now the ants were really starting to tickle as they reached the tops of her stockings and tiptoed across bare skin and under clothes. May giggled and squirmed. "Oh no, no, please," she begged the gods she had long since forsaken. Thighs rubbing together in frenzied defense, she dangled in her bondage, helpless but to become moist and scent the jungle air with her arousal.