## Superheroine Dreams

Post by Switcher13 » Fri Mar 08, 2013 5:28 am

The first few moments of consciousness revealed lush foliage and golden sunlight streaming in through the breaks in the forest canopy. The next few moments indicated that she was on the move, or rather that she was being moved or carried. More moments pass and she wonders why the jungle is upside down.
Her name is Shaina, adventurer and guardian of the jungle.
Now she also realizes that she is helpless. Her toned and tanned body has been denied movement thanks to the cords of leather tightly binding her wrists and ankles. Thus bound, a sturdy wooden pole has been inserted between her fettered limbs and she has been borne aloft by two hugely muscled black men. More of the ebony-skinned warriors followed closely behind bearing spears and shields, chanting in their strange tongue.
Her body is covered with nothing more than a hide loincloth covering her most intimate parts. As she hung from the pole, she flexed her powerful muscles to no avail. She swayed in rhythm to the gait of the two powerful men carrying her instrument of restraint. Her lean and muscled arms tried to break her wrist bonds futilely. Her hands clenched and unclenched in frustration. Her long legs bent and flexed but the leather binding her ankles held firm.
Her mouth was stuffed with some kind of coarse cloth and a leather band insured that she would not spit it out.
She remembered how this same band of ebony warriors had ambushed her band of adventurers. They fought desperately but in the end, all of her companions had been slain. She had been overpowered by half a dozen of the most powerful warriors as she fought with pistol and knife. Her weapons were taken away and a clubbing blow had driven her unconscious.
Now the strange procession neared a clearing in which a single tree stood. It was very broad and apparently very old judging by its height and texture. The prisoner was carefully lowered to the jungle carpet and the carrying pole removed. The two muscular warriors were joined by two others as she was brought to the tree.
Her wrists and ankles were untied only for each to be grabbed by strong hands. Working as a team, they dragged Shaina to the tree and used more leather thongs to bind her with her arms and legs spread wide apart. She tried to break free but she was still groggy and the warriors were prepared. Finally, she was firmly tied to the tree, the four warriors stepped back and the shaman stepped forward wielding his rattle and feathered club. He danced, sang and screamed in their strange tongue in front of the tightly stretched captive.
Finally, with a final shriek, the shaman approached Shaina and with surprisingly blurring speed, he ripped off her clothing. Now she was not only helpless but fully in display in front of the gathered warriors and she despaired. The warm jungle air felt cold against her exposed skin and she wondered what they had planned for her.
It was then that Sandra woke up screaming ….