Screw the Virgin



Paula brushed her hair out of her eyes once again. The jungle was hot today, just as it had been the day before, the day before that, and the day before that. Hell, how long had it been since it wasn't hot? That wasn't what bugged her as she tramped through, on the lookout for anything dangerous. It was mainly reptiles she was worried about, as most other animals knew to keep their distance. She hacked down a large stand of young growth with her machete, and was suddenly drenched with a torrent of lukewarm water. Damn bromeliads, she really had to watch them. She cursed as she looked up through the base of the plant, now dripping water through the hole she'd accidentally hacked in the bottom. She went on, the heat soon making her surroundings extremely humid as well. Paula stopped for a second to take off her jacket and take everything in.
As she packed the brown garment on her pack to dry, she thought about why she was here. Only weeks before she'd come to this damned place seeking a fabled set of ruins. Local tribes had called it a cursed temple, and it was even rumored that they had made sacrifices to some being in it, probably one of their sun gods or something. She'd done her research on that, and found that all victims were female, and virgins. She had a secret weapon though, but hopefully she wouldn't have to use it.
She rolled up her white undershirt now, trying to catch any cool breeze on her bare skin of her belly and back, to cool the moisture and the sweat off of her. As she did so, she looked down, seeing the round nub on the middle of her belly. "Hello, friend!" she called to her outie bellybutton. Her belly rippled gently as if to say hello back, and she let out a small burp. Paula scratched about it with a fingernail, getting under the little ball part where it set into her belly, like a tanned pearl in an alcove of her flesh. No lint, that's good. She hoisted up her backpack again and continued hiking through the jungle.
It was well past noon, though the sun was still high in the sky. That was the bad thing about South America, being this close to the Equator could be a real pain in the ass. She sighed, resting for a moment to massage her burning calves. It was one thing to walk along a level path, but over all kinds of uneven terrain with only a compass and a general sense of intuition to guide her, that was another entirely. If only she had the legs of the local inhabitants... Sometimes she just wished people could be more like animals in some ways. She rested against a tree, and instantly froze as she heard a hissing sound from above her. She didn't need to look to know it was likely a poisonous variety of snake. She could see something long and thin slide down the trunk next to her, tongue flicking at the air. The reptile slowed its descent, opening its mouth and emitting a louder hiss, definitely threatened by her presence. It reared back to strike, and she flinched, knowing that unless there was divine intervention she was probably going to be dead of snakebite in an hour.
THOCK! She heard something come whistling right past her ear and hit the tree trunk with a wet sound. She felt something long and cold fall on her and writhe around. She opened her eyes and jumped away, looking back. The snake was pinned to the tree by its head, the body writing around in its death- Wait, pinned? She looked closer and saw a feather-tipped dart with a few colorful bands around it embedded in the snake's head and the tree. "Ohhhhhh shit," were the only words that came to her mind as she turned around. To her horror, there were a number of paint-faced tribesmen looking back at her. They both blinked at each other for a few moments until one of the men crept out towards her. He whispered something inaudible back towards the others after he had gotten a good look at her, and they stepped out in unison. She didn't know what to make of them. The only words she could stammer out were, "W-w-what do you want from me? I-I mean, thank y-you."
The first man walked forward, looking her up and down again. "Molu bootah! Bootah sho Miish!" The man smiled and shouted the phrase to his fellow tribesmen, who began cheering and chanting, "Bootah sho Miish!" as they surrounded her. Heh, this was just what she had prepared for. She pulled out a few pictures from her backpack as fast as she could, thrusting them at the man. "There, am I bootah now?" She was mentally blushing in embarrassment. Those were pictures of her during sex. She wasn't proud of taking them, but if they would save her life, they were worth it. To her surprise, the men all laughed in unison, making lewd gestures with their hands. "Huku sho kwokwok!" The lead man was shouting that at her as he threw the pictures on the ground, and the others grabbed her by the arms, leading her though the jungle. Why hadn't that worked? She'd proven she wasn't a virgin... Hopefully bootah didn't mean something else.
The group soon entered a village with their captive, Paula now worried. They took her to a hut, stripping away her backpack. This wasn't looking good at all. A bunch of half-naked tribe women surrounded her, declothing her and giving her some new garments. They were beautiful hues, much like she had seen on some of the jungle birds. The top was strange though, but not completely unexpected. As they tried to undo her bra, she slapped at their hands until they gave up, yelling at her in their tongue. They put the top on her, a large hole in the front. It completely revealed her navel, and would have gotten her breasts too if it wasn't for her quick hands. She was quickly led into the village again, in the middle. There seemed to be festivities going on, of some kind of celebration. She was at the center of attention, and seemed to be treated like a queen. She was going to make a run for it the first chance she got though. Some of the women came by her, bearing bowls with fruits and meats in them, some of them actually quite tasty and filling. She was at a loss when what appeared to be the chief came up to her, bearing a perfume bottle. It looked like it was slightly cracked, probably salvaged from the jungle, but she accepted it anyway. She might as well use it, it was better than smelling her own unwashed body odor. She quickly puffed the liquid on her body, from her feet to her face. As soon as it hit her face, she began sneezing violently, almost unable to breathe. What WAS that!? Garlic? She'd been spraying herself with garlic? The tribe was laughing and cheering again, and the women quickly dragged her down, rubbing the spray into her skin. She realized how oily it was, and licking her lips. What was that? Butter? They surely weren't going to eat her! Of all the tribes down here, none of them were known to be cannibals. She was soon let back up, and her male escorts again walked her through the jungle. Their manner was quick this time, the whole lot briskly moving through the jungle.
As she looked around, she began to see familiar sights. But that was impossible, she hadn't been here yet. Wait. She knew where this was. This was the temple she'd been looking for! For a minute, she forgot about her predicament, and was overjoyed. The next thing she knew, however, she was being laid on a stone table. As she quickly tried to get up, one of the men shouted at her, and she could see a shiny pipe in the moonlight filtering in through the entrance of the temple - a blowgun. All she could do was sit there until they were out. As she watched, she heard a grinding sound of stone against stone, and her light gradually cut off. Finally, with a thudding halt, the light was gone, save for some through cracks in the stones. She instantly got up, running towards it. In the back of her mind Paula knew she was trapped. However, she ran, pounding against the stone anyway. She tried with all her might to move the stone, even to hear a bit of grinding so she could get out. It didn't budge. Those were some strong men!
A growl from the other side of the room got her attention. It was deep, but feline... A tiger!? Was this their god to whom they sacrificed people? She heard footsteps, definite padded ones. But she didn't think a tiger would have such heavy footfalls, and she only counted one at a time, about human strides. Suddenly, a flame raced from the end of the room around the perimeter. Flames leapt up, casting an orange glow throughout the entire room, and illuminating it by firelight. The only things Paula could think of were a series of trays carrying oil to light. As she turned from the stone blocking the entrance, she looked towards the table in the center again. Her jaw dropped when she saw what was there. She had to slap herself to make sure what she was seeing was real.
In the middle of the room sat a human figure, but different. It was stockier, somehow more muscular but less defined. As her eyes adjusted, she could see why. The whole creature was covered in gray fur, and a distinctly feline tail swished back and forth on the table. in fact, the tufted end indicated a lion, but what kind of lion looked like a human? Unless of course, this was some kind of big joke. Yes, that's what it was. A big joke. Determined to go unmask the person, she stepped forward, only to hear something crunch and then squish underfoot. Looking down, she saw the remains of a white skull. However, the brains were still inside, and now smashed on the floor under her foot. It was all she could do to keep from retching. It even smelled authentic. But she steeled her shot nerves while being at at her wit's end, and plunged forward.
Soon Paula was standing in front of whatever this was. It had the body build of a human, but just enough features to make it a lion. The legs bowed backwards in an extra joint, feet digitigrade. The face was long and blunt, that of an African lion, complete with a proud mane. However, there was no lion she knew of on Earth that was gray or walked on two legs. She was about to reach up and grab the ear, when a voice stopped her. "I wouldn't do that if I were you," the lion's lips moved and emitted sound, words. She humphed. "You don't scare me, is this some kind of sick joke?" She was really angry now!
Suddenly, the lion's eyes looked directly at her. They narrowed, adjusting to focus on her face. "Does it look like a joke?" After speaking, the feline opened his jaws wide in a large yawn. The mouth was so realistic, too realistic. In fact, she could see a throat way back inside, and it meshed too perfectly to even look like a human's mouth. And what costume could mimic an actual cat eye? She backed away, chilled by this. She was unable to take her eyes away from that face, staring at those eyes. They saw her, but also seemed to be picking at her brain, sensing her fear and doubts. A slight smile tweaked at the lion's mouth. "Hmm," he murred. "Bootah. They brought me a bootah this time." Seeing Paula's puzzled look, he shook his maned head and cleared his throat. "Ah yes, let me answer a few questions I can tell you have. I'm Mitch, and I'm not from this wretched planet. You probably heard a 'Miish' when those other humans were talking on the way here. That's me. Stupid primitives. However, it's easy to intimidate them. You don't seem to be one of them, so I'm guessing you came here because of some cursed temple rumor, hoping to find treasure or artifacts. You're far too late, this place has been gone through too many times. Though, I do enjoy it when a few humans come by. And lastly, your outfit. You see, I'm sure you gathered that you're to be a sacrifice, and like the felines that look like me on this planet, I'm not hesitant to eat any meat that comes my way. I find that I can intimidate those humans to do my hunting for me, and I've gotten good at specifying what I like." He hopped down, walking towards her. Paula's brain told her to run, scream, anything. But her mouth was made of cement, and her feet were superglued to the floor. Those eyes had her transfixed. As the lion stood in front of her, his paw brushed against her outie, light fur and leathery pad touch almost making her faint as the sensitive knot was fondled between the fingers of the beast. "Have you figured out what bootah is yet? Maybe if that top wasn't so revealing you might have caught on sooner." Mitch smirked at her, letting her outie go.
He led her back over to the stone table, his eyes commanding her to get up and on it. She didn't know why, but she had to obey. Maybe she'd be able to escape if she followed directions. "My... My outie?" Mitch nodded slowly, laughing a bit at her reference to her bellybutton. "I hope you enjoyed it in your life," he said. "because it's about to leave you forever. Don't worry, you won't be separated long. I'll give you a bit to say goodbye to it, but I'm going to start elsewhere." With that, Mitch tore off the top of the clothes, leaving her in a short skirt to cover her nethers. A sharp, black claw flashed out and down her cleavage, splitting her bra in two and revealing her plump breasts. They weren't enormous, but they were something to be proud of in the locker rooms! However, when Mitch's head darted forward, she knew she wouldn't be proud of those anymore. She watched his large mouth close upon one breast, his four sharp canines wrapping around it with his lips, and then piercing through her skin with popping sounds. She could feel blood well against the teeth embedded in the skin as they sank deeper inside, severing blood vessels and cutting into her mammaries, unused facilities in her body bleeding out liquids through the pierced holes. The black lips curled around to her chest and suckled on the breast in Mitch's mouth. Paula grunted, the pain burning, but deep enough to be brief, until the shock set in. She could barely feel the barbed tongue of the lion working against her nipple and breast flesh as the blob worked into his jaws more. It was bitten through, until Mitch began pulling on it, gently at first, but suddenly giving an incredibly forceful yank and wrenching the bloody mouthful from her chest. A spray of internal juices and blood came from her chest, slowing and pooling in the hole as she writhed. Now that HURT!
Mitch chewed on the breast, every bite working it farther into his throat, and at the same time sending a gush of blood out the back of the raw meat. He crammed his paws in to help it on its way down, throat expanding to accommodate the meat easily. Her flavor was salty and sweaty, while being oily with that garlic tinge. The savages had done well. In the jungle, the lion would sleep tonight.
Paula, on the other hand reached up with her fingers, feeling the hole where her breast was. The lion had ripped it completely off and was swallowing it in front of her, like some kind of giant meatball. Her other hand gripped her navel tightly, realizing now what he meant. He was going to eat her, completely. There was no going back, she was as dead as Rock and Roll. She saw Mitch come back towards the table, and hid her navel under her hands.
The lion wasn't interested in it yet, it seemed. Her other breast came off almost instantly, suffering the same fate as the first had, but instead of ripping it right off, Mitch craned his head around and walked around the table, until her breast was wrenched off from the pressure of being twisted like that. She gasped, her chest was a set of twin holes, the meat of her breasts having been removed down to her ribs. Tears flowed down her face now, the pain slowly pulsing outwards through her body. She wasn't ready to give up her outie yet though, she pinched it and closed her eyes, trying to wish herself out of there.
Mitch grinned. He was having fun playing with her emotions as he walked to the end of the table. The breast meat was always good, but now it was time for a few olives. He placed his maw over her toes on her left foot, purring as he ran his tongue over them slowly. The organ ran back and forth, more slowly each time to not only taste, but to tease her as well. Her crying seemed to subside, until Mitch placed his teeth on the bone on her big toe just beyond the joint, chewing for a bit to draw blood, then biting right through it, this time letting loose a scream from the woman. He continued to suck on her bleeding foot for a while, before moving to the other, a string of red drool connecting the first to his mouth. He let the next foot rest inside his jaws, rubbing it against the soft and ridged upper portion of his mouth, just beyond his teeth. He bit at the arch of her foot, puncturing it in five different bites as Paula wailed in pain. He let it go and scraped his teeth along the bottom, shaving off the tough and chewy meat there until his jaws had razed it down to the bone. He chewed the bites thoughtfully before moving to her belly once again.
Paula was terrified now, she was about to lose the one thing on her body most precious to her. Her outie was in a white-knuckled grasp in her left hand, underneath her right. Mitch pulled up her right hand, placing it unceremoniously in his jaws and snapping through her wrist in one bite. Her screams tore through the room, pain in her body now. She felt it flowing though, slowing down as the lion chewed up her digits, then lapped at the fountain from her arm. She didn't seem to care what he did now, Especially as he moved her left hand off her navel, the deathgrip on it now gone with her strength.
This was obviously the moment he had been waiting for. Paula raised her head slightly, to watch. Mitch's paw came and caressed the lump of flesh in the middle of her belly again. It rolled over it with the pads, and scratched it gently with those sharp claws, thin lines of blood forming on the surface. Her beautiful navel... Mitch's jaws lowered to her belly, the black lips touching down over her navel and taking it out of sight. She could feel his moist, hot breath on her bellybutton as he suckled on it, like an alien, feline leech. The garlic flavor in her skin was oozing out with each suckling motion, drawing her own body's flavor with it which was enough to make Mitch purr. His tongue lapped over the surface, coating her bellybutton in a thick shell of drool. The jaws slowly closed, inching ever so slightly at a time. They slowly clamped the base of her bellybutton between them, pulling back and letting the suction break on her stomach. She could see her outie, squeezed between those dangerous whites, flattened, pale, and drained from life and blood. Mitch kept pulling back, and she could feel her belly and own back lifting off the table, her navel stretched white in his mouth. She let loose a slow moan now, the pain completely gone and nothing but pleasure flowing from her bellybutton and telling her its was time to sleep. Paula could barely keep her eyes open as she felt the bite of her knot stretching, then tearing, and finally pulling away from her belly, a juicy and dripping mess hanging from the lion's jaws. Her last vision was Mitch tossing it into the air with his jaws as he opened his mouth to catch it inside. she could also see a pink snake writhing its way from her bellybutton, her insides working their way out. Then, Paula slept.
Mitch was busy enjoying her outie, though. It was his favorite part of the human, the way it always rolled around on his tongue, like a tender and bouncy marble. It was a priceless bite, which he took the time to savor. It landed between his back teeth, sharp grinding instruments. They began to do their job, squeezing the blood and juices from that delectable knot, its chewy toughness of being a scar from birth was a treat as his teeth finally split it in half, revealing a ribbon of fat intertwined in the red meat. Nobody but him could see it, as it didn't matter. His teeth further ground both halves, until they were little more than a bellybutton flavored, bloody mush on his tongue, slowly slipping towards his throat. As it finally fell from the back of his tongue, Mitch sighed. Such a wonderful meal. She wouldn't go to waste, he'd reunite her body with the rest of her. However, it would be over the next few days. The rest of the meat was always better once it had set for a little while. Mitch purred, rolling back the stone, roaring out into the night. As he climbed into his favorite tree, he could hear the far-off cheers of the village's people. Mmm. Reviewing what he'd pulled from her mind in a short probe, he smiled. Sex being able to save you? He cared not if he ate a whore or a virgin. In fact, screw the virgin. Experienced ones tasted better.



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