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LAIR OF THE IVORY KING
Story and Edits by Mule and Stefan, from a concept of Steve, original art by Steve
JANE IS KIDNAPPED YET AGAIN
Commissioner Léon Fiévez growing impatient and thus impudent, instructs his client king Mandugu to lure Mulezan into a trap so that the spirit of the insufferably independent Watu Wakweli can either be brought at last to heel, or exterminated.
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| , Léon Fiévez, Le diable de l'équateur |
Either scenario was fine for Léon Fiévez, Le diable de l'équateur who was being pressured by higher ups in Boma and Brussels to show more definitive results. Mandugu decides that the plan to kidnap Jane to lure Mulezan into a trap was a sound one, it was just a mistake to leave such a plan in the inept paws of a gorilla.
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| Mandugu, the 'Ivory King' |
So Mandugu sets out to kidnap Jane yet again, this time participating in the project personally assisted by two of his minions. He watches the sanctuary from the nearby woods, only invading the sanctum of the tribe's tutelary god while her protector, Bondeko,was away healing a boy of a nearby village. The guards Bondeko left behind were slain, and their bodies dragged into the thatched temple.
Jane was not the only thing stolen from the holy place. Mandugu, also steals an important emerald pendant worn by the idol there. Called THE STAR OF COVFEFE, it was one of the famed jewels of Opar, and was famed as a talisman of great power and ancient magic.
He knew the Watu Wakweli closely associated Mbombo with Mulezan, and they would expect him to reclaim it for them, if the amity between Mulezan and the Watu Wakweli was to last. Mandugu clearly meant the gem and Jane as lures to draw Mulezan into a trap.
Despite Mulezan realizing it was obviously a trap, he knew he and Bondeko were compelled by honor to go anyway... Their quest led our heroes to the Lair of the Ivory King, set amidst a vast ruined ancient city in the jungle, that Mandugu had started using as a forward base of operations against Mulezan and the Watu Wakweli!
LEGENDS OF THE LOST CITY
Bondeko on seeing the ruins in the forest mist, realizes just where they are. "This is The Lost City, its true name has vanished into the mists of time, but that is what we of the Watu Wakweli call it. The city was built in times best forgotten, by the Barudoko, a branch of the Mbuti, those people the Europeans call pygmies. Few of the Barudoko survive, as unlike their peaceful cousins, they are a foul and aggressive people, hated by all."
Mulezan interrupts: "Are you trying to tell me these colossal ruins were built by little people?"
Bondeko continues: "These now savage people were once a very civilized society, very advanced in occult arts and science, but they delved too deeply into the dark arts of necromancy, and brought doom and destruction to their once great civilization, those that survived became savage cannibals and their great capital became a forbidden place, accursed... It is said there are those who risk the curses and ghosts of this place to find the secrets, treasures and places of power of the Barudoko, and they all end up joining the damned spirits of this forsaken place. I think we should be wise not to enter this place Mulezan! Best leave the restless ghosts of the Barudoko, undisturbed."
"We have come to far to turn back...and Jane was put in your charge and under your protection, do we abandon her now, in fear of those long dead?" replied Mulezan coldly. "If Mandugu does not fear to tread here, why should we?" said Mulezan as he strutted boldy and arrogantly forward.
"Perhaps Mandugu is a fool..." muttered Bondeko under his breath as he trotted behind Mulezan full of unease. Eventually they spy their target in a ruined courtyard, with a group of foul henchmen.
CEREMONIES IN THE CITY OF THE DEAD
The Ivory King, a pygmy shaman, and two Belgian officers were in the courtyard. Mulezan recognizes the two Belgians, and remembers distinctly and personally killing both of them in the fight with Tubphat and the Force Publique, only now BOTH were alive and well, and were now a part of some dark evil ceremony. Mandugu seemed to be the principal in these rites, whose object Mulezan could not even begin to guess. Jane is tied to a stake nearby, bound by several pythons 6-8 feet in length, each with red burning eyes. Perhaps to be a sacrifice? Another Belgian officer hung by his wrists, apparently an earlier blood sacrifice. Had he disapproved of Mangugu's activities and threatened to report him?
The rites were taking place in a courtyard surrounded by a fence of wrought iron, which seemed of more recent construction than the crumbling temple and courtyard it surrounded. He pointed to the fence, looking at Bondeko. Bondeko explains:
"It is a warded barrier to keep the unfriendly spirits of the city at bay, perhaps Mandugu is not so much a fool as he seems...or perhaps it is the idea of that Barudoko snake," he said pointing at a pygmy standing next to Mandugu.
A dead leopard (another sacrifice?) lay on the grass on top of a sigil burned into the grass, as the pygmy played a hideous tune on a flute, and Mandugu chanted words in a strange guttural language, that Mulezan had never before heard.
When the ritual ended, the leopard sprung back to life as if possessed by some unnatural spirit. It approached Mandugu and licked his hands. The Ivory King must have learned the secrets of the necromancers of legend. But from whom? Both Mulezan and Bondeko cast accusatory glares at the mysterious pygmy. He must be some sort of sorcerer, instructing Mandugu in the dark arts of his foul, forbidden magic.
FIGHT WITH THE IVORY KING AND HIS MINIONS
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| Mulezan confronts the evil cabal |
He climbs over the fence, with Bondeko scrambling over a few moments later. By the time Bondeko jumps down, Mulezan has already stepped forward and confronted the group, addressing the Ivory King:
"Deliver onto us the missionary Jane and the Star of the Covfefe. which you have impiously pilfered, and we shall spare your lives.." he pronounced imperiously.
The Ivory King was indeed a colossal monster. Rumors in the tribes had it that The Ivory King possessed super-human power and super-human strength. Yet, he was a handsome, black-skinned warrior with mighty muscles. The young man had become King at a young age by being the most powerful warrior in the tribe. Although it had been two decades since he had treated with Henry Stanley, he, through some dark sorcery, had not appeared to have aged a day in all that time. He was 6'6" tall, weighing 290 lbs, with thick, vascular sinews. Mulezan admired his powerful form for a moment. The ebony warrior subtly flexed for Mulezan to impress and intimidate him. The ever-youthful African warrior wore a skimpy snakeskin pouch that barely covered his massive cock and ample balls.
The Ivory King certainly was super-human size. When standing chest to chest, to look into his eyes, Mulezan had to look up. That was unheard of, since Mulezan was used to being a giant among the natives. The Ivory King's arms and chest were massive. In combat, those arms could crush an opponent in seconds. The huge monster looked unnerving. This was an enemy to respect, thought Mulezan inwardly, but outwardly he was all bluster and bravado.
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| You come giving orders here, in this place, the very the heart of MY mystical power? |
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| Your power is puny next to mine, Mandugu, be it in the heart, liver, spleen or yellow belly of your power! |
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| It is KING Mandugu, you impudent ape! You shall soon beg and whimper for your pitiful life! |
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| That is your mouth promising bananas, that your sorry limp tree can't deliver, Mandugu! |
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| When I impale you on the shaft of my hard wood, you shall know what my tree can deliver! |
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| I hear a man who is all talk, and little action, Mandugu, now give me what I demand! |
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| You want action? Then action you will get! |
Mandugu addressed the Belgian ghouls:
" Kill these two men for me! "
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| Kill those two men for me! |
Mandugu sits down on an ancient throne to survey the handiwork of his undead minions.
The two ghouls approach Mulezan, who steps back unsure how to proceed against UNDEAD opponents..."How do you kill, what is already dead?" he pondered.
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| How do you kill, what is already dead? |
"Keep them back, and I will make them vulnerable to mortal blows" offered Bondeko.
Mulezan pulled his bow and fired a few arrows at the advancing zombies, but the arrows didn't even make them flinch, so he threw it down in disgust. "Let's see how they fair against my fists!"
The undead officers were fiendishly strong, and seemed to shrug off blows and even weapons, as Mulezan pulls a knife from his belt and begins slashing and stabbing the repugnant revenants. But failing to make any impact, he backs away from the fiends, trying to figure out his next move.
Bondeko begin to chant mystic words in a language unknown to the Jungle King.
The Ivory King signals the zombie leopard to flank the melee and strike at the shaman Bondeko, to take his magic out of the equation.
The leopard circles and charges Bondeko who calls out "Thetapu sheyoto mudat." and the undead cat seems to crash in to an invisible barrier and is thrown back, hissing in anger and anguish. This gives Bondeko some time as the cat back on its feet, paces perpendicular to the shaman, trying to perceive an avenue of attack.
Ivory King remarked. “Who the fuck do you think you are? You fucking think that you own this damn place. Well I am sick and tired of putting up with you, asshole. I think that it’s time that you learned your fucking place around here Mulezan.” Ivory King called out to his two henchmen moving on Mulezan; “Claude, Jean, teach this interloper who rules this jungle! ”
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| Claude, Jean, teach this interloper who rules this jungle! |
ClaudeZombie and JeanZombie moved stiffly, but not so swiftly, toward their target, but the more lithe and deft muscleman, Mulezan beat them to the punch and immediately began to attack again.
A few hard kicks to the head and a couple to the gut, and Claudezombie was out of it before he knew what had hit him.
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| What’s wrong with you? Get the mother fucker!!! |
JeanZombie stood and stared at Mulezan in a moment’s hesitation, zombie's not being the greatest of thinkers and prone to slow decision making. Ivory King yelled, “What’s wrong with you? Get the mother fucker!!!” JeanZombie nervously glanced over at Ivory King. That was a big mistake. Because when he did, Mulezan swung around with a big round-house kick that caught the tentative ghoul on the side of his head. Un-Jean went down hard. He never saw it coming. The zombies did not seem to feel pain as mortals would, but Newton's laws still applied.
By this time, Un-Claude was getting to his feet. You could hear the air being forced out of Claudezombie’s lungs in an instinctive attempt at trash talking, but all that came out was a groan. Mulezan saw him and charged directly at him spearing him with a powerful fist. Once again, he was on the ground.
Mulezan stepped back to assess the situation. Ivory King was ranting and raving, yelling at his two goons.
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| Now go over there and beat the fuck out of that asshole! And this time, DO IT RIGHT! |
As Jean and Claude managed to get to their zombie feet again, Ivory King commanded them, “Now go over there and beat the fuck out of that asshole! And this time, DO IT RIGHT!” The two zombie warriors began stalking their prey, Mulezan.
“You’re gonna be sorry that you did that bestial brute! We’re going to make you pay! ” Claude taunted, finally getting the knack for speech in his reanimated form. But zombies are not good at coordinated attacks, and before Jean can assist, Claude launches an ill-conceived lunge at Mulezan, who sidesteps, gets an arm hold, and swings the zombie up over his head, body slamming him hard to the ground!
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| Mandugu cajoles his undead minions back onto the offensive! |
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| I shall build an invincible army of undead! |
The Ivory King smiled his white teeth gleaming. "I shall build an invincible army of undead! No bullets or spears can kill them, even the Europeans in the Congo will one day pay ME tribute. But first, Mulezan, my prototypes will tear you limb from limb!"
Claude grabbed Mulezan’s right arm and Jean went for the left one. They had a good grip on Mulezan. Mulezan moved toward his right driving Claude hard into the nearest tree and pulling Jean along with them. Mulezan had a tremendous power advantage over either of these ghouls. Bondeko began to work his magic against the zombies as well, they became more vulnerable to Mulezan's blows. As Claude smashed into the tree, he released his grip leaving Mulezan to deal with Jean. Mulezan took Jean and threw him to the ground with an arm-drag. He then did a fast back-pedal toward the tree driving an elbow into Claude’s chest. He turned around and let Claude have it with three knees to the midsection. This had Claude stunned for the moment. That is when Jean came charging in at him. Mulezan quickly ducked out of the way and Jean ended up delivering a hard shoulder block into his own fellow zombie’s gut.
Ivory King was beside himself. He was screaming at his ghoul minions to get it together. Mulezan grabbed Jean and pulled him out to the center of the clearing. He scooped him up in a crotch lift and then slammed him to the ground. Jean grabbed his back with both hands and he rolled around. "Cool", thought Mulezan, "looks like these muther fucking zombies can feel pain now, Bondeko came through....". Mulezan went over to Claude and pulled him up and gave him the same treatment. He reached down and drug them up to their feet. Then he smashed Claude’s and Jean’s heads together. Each of them had a dazed look on their faces as they fell backward and landed on the ground. Jean laid motionless, but Claude was trying to get up. Just as he made it, Mulezan scooped him up again and slammed him on top of Jean. Both revenants just moaned as they lay there barely moving.
Mulezan stood towering over the fallen men. He flexed his biceps for them and said, “I guess now we know who rules around here don’t we boys?” Mulezan had no idea that Ivory King had come up behind him. Before he knew what was happening, Ivory King kicked Mulezan in his huge bulging crotch. It was a powerful kick that landed perfectly between Mulezan's legs. It was a kick that could have sent a football sailing 50 yards threw the uprights on a football field.
“AAAAARRRRRGGGGHH!!!!” Mulezan bellowed like a bull being castrated. Mulezan’s eyes grew wide with surprise and then he grimaced in pain. He was doubled over, with tears in his eyes, holding his busted balls and retching. That fucking hurts like hell, thought Mulezan, feeling like he was about to collapse.
“What’s the matter Jungle-stud? Not so tough now are ya?” Ivory King laughed. “ You dumb white ape, You are going to learn that I rule this land”.
Claude and Jean were regaining their senses. They both began to beat on the helpless Mulezan. They pounded him all over. Gut shots, kidney punches and shots to the face too. Finally, Mulezan dropped to the jungle floor and tried to cover up and protect his body from the blows and kicks.
Claude and Jean were commanded by Ivory King to pick Mulezan up and hold him. Mulezan struggled against the two men but they were too strong. Before he knew it, Jean had his left arm held out to one side and Claude had his right arm stretched out to the other side. By this time, Mulezan realized that he was pretty well in for it . No matter how strong he was, it didn’t matter. He was being ganged-up on. It was three on one. And he did not like those odds.
Ivory King stood in front of Mulezan and glared into his eyes. “You fucking muscle-bound jungle pretty-boy ! I’ll show you!” Ivory King’s biceps were huge and his upper body was just as massive as Mulezan's.
Ivory King reached down and grabbed his own loin cloth covered crotch. Mulezan could see that Ivory King’s cock was getting hard. “Holy Fuck!! . . . He is fucking huge!!! . . . And it is getting bigger!” thought Mulezan. The King's fittingly majestic sized cock had swollen to the point that the head was pressing hard against royal loin cloth, making a noticeable tent between his legs. Ivory King spread his legs far apart taking a wide stance in front of Mulezan. Ivory King steadied himself and then raised his massive arms into a double-biceps pose and demonstrates his muscular build for Mulezan. Even Mulezan has to admire the impressive musculature of the evil, but handsome bastard. His adversary looked damn near as good as Mulezan himself, the Ivory King had a physique that is clearly on the same god-like level as Mulezan's. This was NOT going as planned.
He drew his right arm back and let his fist fly landing it right on Mulezan’s belly-button. Mulezan’s face winced in pain and out of reflex, Mulezan tried to double over but Jean and Claude prevented him from doing so. Mulezan’s head dropped and his chin was resting on his chest. Ivory King took hold of Mulezan’s hair and snapped his head back forcing Mulezan to look at him. Ivory King stepped in close and put his face right up into Mulezan’s. Then while he held Mulezan’s head with his left hand, he slammed another right fist hard into his aching gut. “That feel good jungle-stud? . . . How about this?” And Ivory King punched him hard, right in the balls.
“Uuuuggghhh!!” Mulezan grunted.
Ivory King remarked on Mulezan's enormous bulge , “Damn, those fucking balls are big! They make such an easy target. They must hurt like hell when they take a hit.” With that, he slammed his fist into Mulezan’s balls again smashing them up against his pubic bone. Pain radiated through Mulezan’s body. “Too bad that loin cloth of yours don’t offer any protection at all. Let this be a lesson to you. - Never show off your package without protecting it”.
Ivory King stepped back and began to work on Mulezan like he was a fucking punching bag. The blows came quick, like lightning, one after another. He was working his way all over Mulezan’s body. He slammed his fists right into Mulezan’s nipples, pounding those heavy and hairy muscular pecs really hard. Then Ivory King went to work on Mulezan's rock hard gut with a vengeance. He punched Mulezan in his thick muscular abs ten times in rapid succession, forcing all of the wind from Mulezan’s lungs. The cast iron abs were taking a pounding . Some shots landed in the equally strong lower midsection and a few of them even connected below the navel.
Suddenly, Ivory King delivered a fierce knee-lift into the crotch of Mulezan’s bulging lion skin briefs. Mulezan’s eyes bugged out, and his face contorted from the pain. He still had not gotten his wind back yet. “Uuuuuggghhh!!” he cried out.
"There, you two should have no trouble finishing Mulezan now. I have other matters elsewhere to attend to ..." said the Ivory King with disdain, as he left the now kneeling Mulezan to his henchmen and proceeded off. "Now to appease the DARK LORDS with a virgin sacrifice, that stupid English kunt Jane Galloway will finally be useful for something!" he cackled under his breath. The Ivory King approaches Jane, and with a snap of his fingers, the snakes release their captive and slither off. Jane faints, and Mandugu catches her, sweeping her up into his arms, and carrying her off into a ruined structure.
Both Zombies attack at once, each coming at Mulezan from a different direction.
The Zombies decide the odds are best using their fists rather then trying to match the Jungle Lord's muscle. The strategy works for a short while, since with four fists against two there is no way Mulezan can block all of their powerful punches. For every punch Mulezan throws, two fists slam into his body. He can't last long like this.
While one muscle Zombie pounds his fists into Mulezan's shoulder and side, Mulezan concentrates on the other Zombie by powering a big left deep into the Zombie's upper abs. The powerful blow lifts the big Zombie clear off the ground as his muscular body wraps around Mulezan's fist. As Mulezan pulls his hand back the Zombie drops back on his ass trying desperately to remember how to breathe as Mulezan applies a few well placed kicks.
"Yeah, Ass Hole! How's it feel?" Mulezan shouts at his helpless Zombie opponent before turning his attention to the other muscle-Zombie. JeanZombie no longer likes the odds and starts backing up. He looks scared and he damn well should be! He carefully puts up his guard. The Jean expects Mulezan to throw a punch, but instead Mulezan spins around sweeping the Zombie's legs from under him. Now both of the big muscle-Zombies are on the ground but they are coming around fast and look like they are ready to get back into the fight. They attack in unison, one from each side but it does them no good. Mulezan has no intention of matching fists with these guys, its time to use his fabled jungle wrestling skills.
Grabbing them both in a headlock with each arm, Mulezan twists the Muscle Zombies down then snaps their heads together. Then Mulezan does it again even harder. The two well-muscled challengers are getting shaky so Mulezan flips them around on their asses, back to back and locks them together in a body scissors. It looks like their eyes are going to bug right out of their heads as Mulezan's oaken thighs flex to full size crushing the wind from their weakened bodies. Both Zombie musclemen start to pound on Mulezan's steel hard legs . "Fat chance, Zombie-brahs!" Mulezan shouts. "You living dead dudes are history. No man, living or dead, escapes from these legs!" as his powerful legs crushes the two muscular Zombies.
The two big Muscle Zombies are struggling with all their remaining power but are helpless as Mulezan crushes his knees into the Zombie's guts and nearly cut them in half. They begin to wail in agony. They struggle mightily against Mulezan's overpowering muscles but it's not long before the two big ghouls are out cold. He lifts each of them in turn over his head and impales them on the iron fence.
While he was busy with the Belgian zombs, Bondeko was fighting for his life against the pygmy necromancer. While the leopard still kept at bay by the shaman's sorcery looked on. Only his martial prowess and his magic had kept him alive so far, but the situation was growing ever more dire.
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| Watu Wakweli ingrate feel the wrath of your Barudoko betters! |
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| The Ukotho was OURS and will be OURS again! |
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| The only part of the Ukotho you shall claim is a shallow grave as you join the long-dead spirits of your puny race! |
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| If it is a fight to the death you desire, you puffed up overgrown Watu Wakweli, it is a fight to the death you shall receive! |
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| Very quickly Bondeko learned not to judge a Barudoko by his stature! |
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| The fight was going badly for Bondeko! His pygmy adversary seemed preternaturally strong as if he was powered by sorcery unknown to the Watu Wakweli shaman! |
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| Bondeko tried to cast battle magic of his own, but the nefarious pygmy covered the shaman's mouth stifling the casting! |
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| Deprived of his magic, Bondeko quickly succumbed to the power of his necromancer foe! He did manage to get his mouth away from the hand of his enemy long enough to cry for help! |
Mulezan picked up a spear from the ground and giving one of his legendary yells, charged toward the melee.
The leopard turned, to assess the new threat!
The leopard moves to intercede between Mulezan and the shaman!
Mulezan hopes that Bondeko has ensorcelled the undead cat to make it vulnerable to weapons. He would find out soon as the feline pounces!
Mulezan raises his spear to block the lethal fangs and claws bearing down on him!
Mulezan is knocked down by the sheer momentum of the ghoul cat!
The leopard feels confident and in a hoarse undead rendition of the feline tongue, tells Mulezan: "I never had a white chew toy before!"
"I never had any zombie leopard print loin cloths before, I sure could use some new clothes!" --countered Mulezan!
The leopard was used to far easier game, and had not counted on the formidable ground game that Mulezan could unleash.
It wasn't long before the cat had been put through the meat tenderizer of Mulezan's mighty meaty fists. The cat lay almost motionless, as Mulezan pulled his dagger and deliver a coup de grace.
Mulezan raises the leopard carcass above his head and lets out a victorious yell!
Now with that done, it was time to do some midget tossing!
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| I mean, thought Mulezan, how tough could a pygmy be? |
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| The little guy was almost adorable! --thought Mulezan |
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| The pygmy magician was freakishly muscled |
Even though the magic pygmy stood less than four feet tall, he was freakishly muscled, with bulging veins running all along his arms, pecs, and abs. His biceps alone were bigger than most men's heads. The sweat-soaked muscles add to the surprisingly intimidating appearance the shaman had despite his diminutive size.
And, unknown to Mulezan, the pygmy shaman knew the secret spell of invincibility made possible by the greatest jewel of Opar, the Star of Covfefe. Having cast the spell on himself, according to the the legends no one would be able to defeat him in battle.
He was about to give the now unconscious Bondeko a finishing, fatal blow, when he heard Mulezan's victory yell after his triumph over the zombie leopard. Ignoring Bondeko, the diminutive shaman turned his diabolical gaze to Mulezan. "The bigger they are, the harder they fall" he murmured in his ancient tongue. "I am INVINCIBLE."
The idea of forcing such a cocky behemoth as Mulezan to his knees made the compact muscle sorcerer's mouth water and his groin swell.
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| The idea of forcing the cocky behemoth Mulezan to his knees made the compact sorcerer's mouth water and his groin swell |
The two stared at each other for a moment before Mulezan checked his surroundings to make sure no one was near to witness their battle. The noble and honorable Mulezan didn't want to be seen beating up on someone a third his size. Seeing they were totally alone now, save for the unconscious Bondeko, Mulezan bounced his pecs and grinned. And the Pygmy grinned and bounced his beefy pecs right back at him.
The Pygmy's incredible physique was a "mini-me" version of Mulezan's. Smaller in stature, but possessing the same huge biceps, massive pecs, and chiseled, eight-pack abs as the Jungle Lord himself.
The pygmy leaped, his arms open wide for a grab, tangling their muscular arms together. With the surprising speed of a jungle cat, the four-foot boulder of pygmy muscle tore across the grass. Mulezan swiftly reacted, spinning around on his heel and crouching slightly, meeting the shaman's charge with a grunt and a few growls. Their muscular arms tangled together. The two strained against each other, each warrior struggling to force the other to the muddy ground. The pygmy's arms bulged as he pushed and pulled, slowly working Mulezan to his knees.
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| A shocked Mulezan discovers that the magic Pygmy is stronger than he is. Mulezan is overpowered and loses the test of strength! |
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| The Pygmy makes forcing a struggling Mulezan to his knees look easy |
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| Get ready to lose, Mulezan....with my magic Spell of Invincibility, the harder you fight, the stronger I get.. |
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| Feel my bear hug, Mulezan.... Powerful enough to break you in half |
To his shock, Mulezan found himself straining, grimacing, and pushing in order to remain in control. The pygmy possessed some sort of magical, freakishly inhuman strength, that kept him from being overpowered by an enemy. The two pushed and strained against one another, their powerful bodies shimmering in the noonday sun. Mulezan was shocked as he realized the Pygmy, despite being a third his size, was overpowering him. The Pigmy was the stronger... Suddenly, the pygmy drove his knee upwards between Mulezan's legs, smashing his apple-sized testicles. The Lord of the Jungle grunted as pain shot up from his crotch, but he maintained his hold.
The pygmy proceeded to repeat the blow, taking sadistic pleasure in crushing the manhood of such a muscular barbarian. Mulezan roared in agony. The jungle mud under his feet oozed between his toes as they curled involuntarily from the second shot to his balls. Mulezan lost his concentration from the pain of the nut shot, and stumbled backwards.
The King of the Apes rubbed his battered balls, which still ached and throbbed from the pygmy's crude tactics. The pain only made Mulezan stronger and more determined. But while under the Spell of Invincibility, the stronger Mulezan got, the stronger the magic Pygmy got. The Pygmy continued to swing his powerful fists, striking the Jungle King in the face and chest. Mulezan fought back as well, throwing punches that made the pygmy's head swim.
"I've killed rhinos with a single punch, so you better... " Mulezan didn't have a chance to finish his warning. "woah!" Mulezan yelped as the pygmy snatched his leg. The pygmy quickly ripped it out from under him with a snort, and the King of the Jungle found himself on his back and staring up at the sky.
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| Ground and pound on Mulezan |
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| The Pygmy sits on Mulezan's chest and rains fist after meaty fist down on his face |
Then the pygmy quickly descended upon him, sitting on Mulezan's chest and raining fist after meaty fist down on his face. "Yea?! An' I've killed elephants with my bare hands!" Snarled the pygmy in response.
The thunderous sound of the Pygmy's fists slamming into Mulezan's muscles and bones echoed through out the jungle. The Pygmy raining fists down on the pinned Mulezan until the Jungle Lord was pounded into bloody pulp. The Spell of Invincibility was working. Although the shocked Mulezan could not figure out where the Pygmy got his strength, Mulezan instinctively knew that if he didn't get out of the ground and pound and away from those fists fast, he would soon be unconscious, if not dead. The brutal assault made precise vision impossible, but Mulezan managed to snatch the pygmy's blurry arm at the bicep, and with a mighty roar, throw him to the side.
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| Pygmy is beating the shit out of Mulezan |
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| You don't fight for shit, Mulezan... I'm kicking your oversized ass.... |
The pygmy found the situation reversed, with the sun glaring in his own eyes and the big powerful hand of Mulezan wrapped firmly around his throat. "So, we're fighting dirty, eh?" Mulezan said as he squeezed the pygmy's throat with one hand and grinned. Mulezan drilled his free fist into the pygmy's ample crotch, causing the pygmy paralyzing pain in his testicles with his punch. The muscle midget of magic lay in the dirt, clutching his damaged junk. Before he could recover, Mulezan snatched him up by his throat and crotch and hoisted the pygmy over his head. Mulezan was surprised by the mass of his opponent; the pygmy weighed at least three times what he looked. It must be part of his magic. Mulezan adjusted to the weight, and with a titanic effort, he launched the pygmy to the ground. The body landed with a loud thud.
Mulezan stood triumphantly over his flattened opponent. He figured the match was over after that slam so Instead of following up, he took a moment to admire the pygmy's bulges and ripples of muscle and marveled at the gargantuan strength packed into the compact body. Pleased with his victory over the pygmy shaman, he raised his own arms and flexed his biceps, about to give his victory yell, but he remembered no one was around, so dropped his massive arms back to his sides.
When Mulezan turned back around, expecting to see his opponent laying out cold on the jungle floor. Instead, he was shocked to see the herculean pygmy strutting towards him, slapping his barrel-sized pecs and wearing a sinister look. Not only was the invincible pygmy uninjured by Mulezan's powerful throw, he was even angrier than before As he approaches, the Pygmy reaches down and aggressively strips away his loin cloth, revealing a fully erect and huge cock and balls already oozing precum from the excitement of the fight. Just as intimidating as the pygmy's superhuman muscles was the donkey-sized dick between his legs, uncovered and unashamed.
The Pygmy stops and stands 3 feet away from Mulezan. He throws his loin cloth to the ground. Then he then rested his hands on his hips. Pygmy and Mulezan were standing face to face, their cocks directly each other. The Pigmy stood there silently for what seemed like a minute, waiting till Mulezan finally dropped his eyes to check him out. Mulezan couldn't help but to gawk at the colossal cock between the Pygmy's legs. The Pygmy continued to look Mulezan directly in the eyes. He saw Mulezan's eyes widen in surprise as he checked out the Pygmy's now freed and totally revealed manhood. The Pygmy continued to stand with hands on hips, purposely and cunningly giving Mulezan a long extended view of the lengthy, extended cock and ginormous, low-hanging balls.
The fighters two cocks were like twin pythons starting at each other. Both men's huge cocks began thickening out as blood flowed to engorge their massive pythons. The horse cocks of both fighters harden, precum-dripping-head to precum- dripping-head. The Pygmy's cock hardens even more and slowly begins to rise as he looks over his prey, the Jungle Lord.
Mulezan just stood mouth agape, staring at the behemoth dick facing him. It was obvious to both men that the Pygmy had the larger manhood. His huge horse-cock bounces and thickens, drooling ropes of fuckslime in anticipation of the fun to come. The Pygmy stood unmoving, letting the sight of his superior cock sink in to Mulezan's psyche. Mulezan felt like a 10 year old boy standing next to a full grown man.
Finally the Pygmy spoke. "Hah! It looks like I'm the biggest man where it counts. Look how much bigger my cock is than yours! Look at how small your tiny, pathetic baby dick is next to my monster cock. It's clear that I am the real man here!" The Pygmy grinned as he realized his "spell of invincibility" extended to a dick measuring contest. No matter how big Mulezan's cock was, the Pygmy's would magically be bigger!
Unknown to Mulezan, the spell of invisibility didn't just make the user stronger than anyone he fights, it also made his cock bigger than his opponents. It didn't take a wizard to realize that the pygmy had something more than just winning the fight on his mind.
The Pygmy stops and stands 3 feet away from Mulezan. He throws his loin cloth to the ground. Then he then rested his hands on his hips. Pygmy and Mulezan were standing face to face, their cocks directly each other. The Pigmy stood there silently for what seemed like a minute, waiting till Mulezan finally dropped his eyes to check him out. Mulezan couldn't help but to gawk at the colossal cock between the Pygmy's legs. The Pygmy continued to look Mulezan directly in the eyes. He saw Mulezan's eyes widen in surprise as he checked out the Pygmy's now freed and totally revealed manhood. The Pygmy continued to stand with hands on hips, purposely and cunningly giving Mulezan a long extended view of the lengthy, extended cock and ginormous, low-hanging balls.
The fighters two cocks were like twin pythons starting at each other. Both men's huge cocks began thickening out as blood flowed to engorge their massive pythons. The horse cocks of both fighters harden, precum-dripping-head to precum- dripping-head. The Pygmy's cock hardens even more and slowly begins to rise as he looks over his prey, the Jungle Lord.
Mulezan just stood mouth agape, staring at the behemoth dick facing him. It was obvious to both men that the Pygmy had the larger manhood. His huge horse-cock bounces and thickens, drooling ropes of fuckslime in anticipation of the fun to come. The Pygmy stood unmoving, letting the sight of his superior cock sink in to Mulezan's psyche. Mulezan felt like a 10 year old boy standing next to a full grown man.
Finally the Pygmy spoke. "Hah! It looks like I'm the biggest man where it counts. Look how much bigger my cock is than yours! Look at how small your tiny, pathetic baby dick is next to my monster cock. It's clear that I am the real man here!" The Pygmy grinned as he realized his "spell of invincibility" extended to a dick measuring contest. No matter how big Mulezan's cock was, the Pygmy's would magically be bigger!
Unknown to Mulezan, the spell of invisibility didn't just make the user stronger than anyone he fights, it also made his cock bigger than his opponents. It didn't take a wizard to realize that the pygmy had something more than just winning the fight on his mind.
Mulezan launched a powerful double drop kick that struck his opponent square in the chest as he drew near, with one foot to each pec. The pygmy fell back with a thud. Mulezan jumped up, and scrambled to the pygmy, who lay coughing on the ground. As the pygmy rose, Mulezan wrapped his meaty arms around his enemy's chest and hoisted him off the ground. He snarled, and began to squeeze with all his might. The Barudoko's thick torso was tough, making progress difficult, but the pygmy's wheezing indicated that he was feeling the effects of the hold. "Thought you were going to take my ass, eh?" Mulezan snarled, bouncing the pygmy to work the air from his lungs. "Huh? HUH?" inquired Mulezan bellicosely, but the pygmy merely grunted in response and pounded Mulezan's Popeye-sized forearms with his fists, and peddled his feet in the air in a futile attempt to escape the hug. "I won't let you get away with humiliating me in my own jungle." Mulezan growled as he tightened his grip, shaking his prey, causing droplets of sweat to spatter the dirt. The pygmy winced in pain as he clawed at his attacker's hands.
With a surge of power, the pygmy broke Mulezan's grasp and slipped out of the crushing hold. Without missing a beat, the Pygmy spun around and once again the mighty combatants lock fingers, arm muscles bulging and straining as they grip and struggle in long minutes of grunting and shoving power play, each man gauging the others power. Each adversary watched closely his opponent's upper body, as the sinews rippled, each pumping massive pec mounds. The trapezius and neck muscles of the pair each swelled like engorged pythons, building to be fully engorged and rock hard.
Both men are also in an obvious state of full sexual arousal as their sweating engorged penile muscles savagely grind into their groaning opponent along with the other sweaty muscles rubbed and thrust against those of their opponent. The combative sexual tension between the adversaries inexorably and exponentially mounts as their huge combating muscle mounds swell into an ever greater pump. The two wrestlers edge each other toward a raging climax, each straining to restrain an ejaculation of their own. But the magic-infused muscle power of the pygmy shaman slowly but steadily begins out-muscling even the mammoth sinews of Mulezan, the Magnificent. The spell makes the Pygmy stronger and stronger supplying as much strength as needed to overpower his opponent.
Both men are also in an obvious state of full sexual arousal as their sweating engorged penile muscles savagely grind into their groaning opponent along with the other sweaty muscles rubbed and thrust against those of their opponent. The combative sexual tension between the adversaries inexorably and exponentially mounts as their huge combating muscle mounds swell into an ever greater pump. The two wrestlers edge each other toward a raging climax, each straining to restrain an ejaculation of their own. But the magic-infused muscle power of the pygmy shaman slowly but steadily begins out-muscling even the mammoth sinews of Mulezan, the Magnificent. The spell makes the Pygmy stronger and stronger supplying as much strength as needed to overpower his opponent.
Slowly but surely, the pygmy shaman twists Mulezan's arms down, and in the process quickly locks his own muscular arms around the Jungle Lord, wrapping around him, below the chest and above the belly. With a roar, the pygmy cranked up the pressure, as if to snap his victim's back in two. Mulezan thrashed wildly in a desperate attempt to free his trapped arms, but his struggles were in vain.
"Humiliate you in "your" jungle, you stupid white ape? This Jungle was the domain of my ancestors, and now belongs to my master, the Ivory King, and I'm just getting started heaping the indignities on you, you albino interloper!" The nude miniature magic muscleman growled, thrusting his erect cock suggestively against Mulezan's rock hard washboard gut. Mulezan squirmed and his abs rippled in response.
"Humiliate you in "your" jungle, you stupid white ape? This Jungle was the domain of my ancestors, and now belongs to my master, the Ivory King, and I'm just getting started heaping the indignities on you, you albino interloper!" The nude miniature magic muscleman growled, thrusting his erect cock suggestively against Mulezan's rock hard washboard gut. Mulezan squirmed and his abs rippled in response.
The hose size veins in the pygmy's huge arms bulged and throbbed as he squeezed with greater and greater force. Mulezan's back screamed in anguish and the pressure in his skull made his head swim. His mind was startled by a sudden rush of pain as the pee-wee Hercules shook him like a rag-doll. Rapidly losing feeling in his legs due to the pain, Mulezan found it impossible to stay up, and soon dropped to his knees, slumping against the pygmy.
With Mulezan now on his knees but still in the Pygmy's bearhug, the two titans were now at equal height. The combatants were locked with their huge bare muscular asses, their enormous thighs, their monstrous backs rippling with power, their shredded abdomens inflating and deflating against each other like large balloons. The Pygmy's swollen biceps and thick forearms were still wrapped around Mulezan applying crushing pressure, and their slime dripping distended genitals were bumping, grinding, and mashing together. Their smooth, sun-bronzed skin glistened and dripped with sweat as the heat generated by the close proximity of their straining physiques was like a furnace.
Mulezan's shallow and labored breathing signaled that this fight was nearing the end. Still, he struggled weakly, swatting at the pygmy's muscular thighs and buttocks, but this only served to arouse his attacker. With a grin from their owner, the pygmy's freakish arms overwhelmed the resistance that their victim's back and chest provided, contorting Mulezan's spine and crushing the remaining air from his lungs.
The Jungle King, trapped in the Pygmy's grasp, spasmed and gasped, unconsciously squeezing the pygmy's smooth, hairless powerfully muscled ass with both hands. The pygmy smiled as he admired Mulezan's physique. The man he had trapped in his mighty arms was huge and he was powerful. Mulezan was most impressive, as well as arousing. What the Pygmy shaman found even more stimulating than Mulezan's body, however, was establishing himself as the alpha male by dominating and humiliating such a man superior to him in size and muscle mass.
With Mulezan now on his knees but still in the Pygmy's bearhug, the two titans were now at equal height. The combatants were locked with their huge bare muscular asses, their enormous thighs, their monstrous backs rippling with power, their shredded abdomens inflating and deflating against each other like large balloons. The Pygmy's swollen biceps and thick forearms were still wrapped around Mulezan applying crushing pressure, and their slime dripping distended genitals were bumping, grinding, and mashing together. Their smooth, sun-bronzed skin glistened and dripped with sweat as the heat generated by the close proximity of their straining physiques was like a furnace.
Mulezan's shallow and labored breathing signaled that this fight was nearing the end. Still, he struggled weakly, swatting at the pygmy's muscular thighs and buttocks, but this only served to arouse his attacker. With a grin from their owner, the pygmy's freakish arms overwhelmed the resistance that their victim's back and chest provided, contorting Mulezan's spine and crushing the remaining air from his lungs.
The Jungle King, trapped in the Pygmy's grasp, spasmed and gasped, unconsciously squeezing the pygmy's smooth, hairless powerfully muscled ass with both hands. The pygmy smiled as he admired Mulezan's physique. The man he had trapped in his mighty arms was huge and he was powerful. Mulezan was most impressive, as well as arousing. What the Pygmy shaman found even more stimulating than Mulezan's body, however, was establishing himself as the alpha male by dominating and humiliating such a man superior to him in size and muscle mass.
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| The Pygmy Grins as he begins to break Mulezan's back |
The pygmy had his thick arms wrapped around Mulezan’s broad, well-defined chest as he applied a crushing bear hug to the helpless jungle muscle god. Slowly, methodically, he continued to squeeze Mulezan’s torso in his vise grip. Mulezan’s arms were useless to fight back, hanging limp at his side. In shock, Mulezan realized that this little muscleman was strong enough to defeat him!
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| Mulezan groans in agony as he is crushed in the arms of the Pygmy |
“UGGHH!” Mulezan groaned as the pygmy put on the crush. The pygmy shaman knew what he was doing, his hands locked just below the center of Mulezan’s wide granite-hard back, pulling the muscleman’s body into him, The pygmy shaman's cock was rock hard and pushing against Mulezan’s thick six pac abs. Knowing he was totally in control, got the pygmy shaman totally boned. Then he started flexing his pecs into Mulezan’s torso, his beefy globes bulging into Mulezan just below Mulezan’s own impressive pec shelf. He lifted the 260 pound muscleman off the ground as the squeeze tightened.
The Pygmy cranked up the pressure on his bearhug as he applied full power around Mulezan's expansive ribcage, compressing Mulezan's ribs within his arms, and causing the Jungle Lord to shout in pain.
The Pygmy was breaking Mulezan on his mighty chest using the bearhug, the most raw and primal moves in all of nature, With his bearhug, the Pygmy could crush the muscles of an opponent against the muscles of his own body . And indeed, he was crushing Mulezan with just rock hard pure muscle.
The rippling iron hard abdomens of both musclemen beat against one another like large drums as Mulezan attempted to breathe in oxygen against the crushing power Pygmy was applying to him, But caught within the tremendous power of The Pygmy’s incredible arms, the advantage was decidedly in The Pygmy’s favor. Mulezan groaned as he felt the Pygmy's rock hard jutting pecs and muscle gut flexing against his. The Pygmy's magically enhanced harder, stronger muscle overpowered Mulezan's body. Mulezan whimpered and groaned as the Pygmy's pecs and spiking nips dug deep into his, and the Pygmy's forced his musclegut into his own. Mulezan now knew the full extent of the Pygmy's power exceeded his own, although he still did not know how.
The pygmy’s grip was so strong Mulezan was unable to take in air to breathe.
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| "Now, I will break your back...." Mulezan's spine is about to snap! |
The Pygmy cranked up the pressure on his bearhug as he applied full power around Mulezan's expansive ribcage, compressing Mulezan's ribs within his arms, and causing the Jungle Lord to shout in pain.
The Pygmy was breaking Mulezan on his mighty chest using the bearhug, the most raw and primal moves in all of nature, With his bearhug, the Pygmy could crush the muscles of an opponent against the muscles of his own body . And indeed, he was crushing Mulezan with just rock hard pure muscle.
The rippling iron hard abdomens of both musclemen beat against one another like large drums as Mulezan attempted to breathe in oxygen against the crushing power Pygmy was applying to him, But caught within the tremendous power of The Pygmy’s incredible arms, the advantage was decidedly in The Pygmy’s favor. Mulezan groaned as he felt the Pygmy's rock hard jutting pecs and muscle gut flexing against his. The Pygmy's magically enhanced harder, stronger muscle overpowered Mulezan's body. Mulezan whimpered and groaned as the Pygmy's pecs and spiking nips dug deep into his, and the Pygmy's forced his musclegut into his own. Mulezan now knew the full extent of the Pygmy's power exceeded his own, although he still did not know how.
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| The pygmy’s grip was so strong that Mulezan couldn't breathe |
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| The Pygmy's magic infused muscles were even stronger than Mulezan's! |
Mulezan moved his head back and forth in pain trying with all his might to expand his chest. But the Pygmy was too strong and in position to hold the muscle stud tight in his iron grip. Mulezan moaned trying to resist the incredible grip, but he could not. The huge strong and sweaty chests of Pygmy and Mulezan fought with each other for space as Pygmy pressed his rock hard body into Mulezan, grinding their huge pecs, their rippling muscular bellies, and swollen crotches together.
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| Pygmy pressed his rock hard body into Mulezan's, grinding their huge pecs, rippling muscular bellies, and swollen crotches together. Mulezan groaned as he felt the Pygmy's rock hard jutting pecs and muscle gut flexing against his. |
"You feel that, big man? That feeling of crushing pain ? That's the feeling of going up against a man who’s stronger than you. That's the feeling of your inevitable defeat. You are no match for me. Feel my strength, Mulezan...crushing your vertebrae. With my strength, I can snap your spine. I will break your back before this fight is over! " The Pygmy hissed with a smile.
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| Feel my superior strength crushing you, Mulezan? Do you submit? Or do I break your back? |
The bearhug was coiled around Mulezan. Mulezan's bloodied head rocked back hard as he moaned in agony. His mouth leaked drool and blood and his eyes were unfocused. As the pygmy shaman continued to increase the pressure he felt the strength draining from Mulezan, his resistance decreasing as Mulezan's agonized sobs and groans filled the jungle air. Mulezan tried to summon the will to fight back, but the Jungle Lord has nothing left. Mulezan is finished. He is helpless in the grasp of his stronger adversary. The Pygmy strong man has beaten him! The defeated Mulezan's massive arms dropped limply to his sides as he tossed his head back, groaning in pain. The Pygmy smiled as he looked up to view the anguished expression of the rival muscleman he was crushing against his equally muscular upper torso. The shaman's massive arms swelled like twin pythons working in tandem to squeeze their prey, applying even more pressure. "UHAAAGGHhhhhh...!" Mulezan wailed in pain as his amazing armor-plated abdominal muscles were crushed more and more inside the Pygmy's man killing trap. Deep dents were being dug into Mulezan's wide lats by the Pygmy's cannonball biceps.
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| The Pygmy smiled as he looked up to view the anguished expression of the rival muscleman he was crushing against his muscular upper torso. The shaman's massive arms swelled like twin pythons working in tandem to squeeze their prey |
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| Mulezan is helpless in the grasp of his stronger adversary. The Pygmy strong man has beaten him! The defeated Mulezan's massive arms dropped limply to his sides as he tossed his head back, groaning in pain and frustration. Mulezan is is finished |
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| Mulezan couldn't take anymore! "Your breaking my fucking back....I GIVE.. I Fucking give...no more, please..." Mulezan begged for mercy! |
The Pygmy's eyes shined with glee as he squeezed the huge muscled Mulezan tighter and tighter. His big chest and arms bulged with power and he crushed the muscleman of the jungle in a series of low hard pulses. The arms locked around Mulezan glistened and flexed, pumping as they sought weaknesses in the body they were crushing.
The Pygmy's thick muscled arms, massive biceps, and massive huge triceps pumped into curved horseshoes as he tortured and crushed the life out of his victim with his killer bearhug. "I got you now! So Mulezan, now which of us do you think is the bigger stud? Who do you think is the real muscleman and who do you think is the weak little cocked faggot? You're just a little boy next to me!! I am going to crush the life out of you!!!" The Pygmy bragged, as he squeezed tighter and tighter, forcing Mulezan into a smaller and smaller space to breathe.
The Mighty Mulezan couldn't take anymore! "Fuck...your breaking my fucking back....I GIVE.. I Fucking give...no more...you win...You’re the bigger stud...you're more man than me...you have beaten me" Mulezan begged. Mulezan surrendered! Incredibly, the Pygmy shaman and his magically enhanced muscles had defeated the giant King of the Apes, Mulezan!!!
As Mulezan gave, the Pygmy muscleman hoisted the sweaty muscular bulk of the defeated Jungle Lord high overhead. The Pygmy had never felt himself more potent, more invincible, more domineering than at this moment. Mulezan, on the other hand, felt humiliation as never before.
"I defeated you with ease" the super-confident victor boasts as he held Mulezan overhead effortlessly. "You Thought it would be easy, didn't you. You thought you'd come in and throw your weight around. Not so much fun when I'm the one throwing your weight around, is it? Now you know the full extent of my power. Yes, I'm stronger than you are. I am stronger than anybody I fight. The stronger my opponent, the stronger I become. I can never lose a one-on-one fight with any mortal man!"
With that, the Pygmy Hercules lifts Mulezan high overhead, then smashes him down full force to the hard skull breaking ground. Mulezan was out cold, squashed like a bug hitting the windshield of an automobile by the shear force of the impact. Mulezan lay supine on the ground with the movement of his massive chest and thick abs heaving for air being the only sign he was still alive. His back and body was bruised. Deep bruises covered his torso and sternum. His head was cut and bleeding. defeated by the overwhelming power of the pygmy shaman.
" Yes! I did it! I KO'd the Apeman. I proved I was the strongest by knocking him the fuck out. And soon, there will be a long hard victory rape for the winner..." thought the Pygmy with a cruel and confident grin. His long horse-cock bounces and thickens, drooling ropes of fuckslime in anticipation of the fun to come.
The victorious Pygmy could have mounted the supine and unconscious Mulezan and claimed his prize there and then. But having proven the power of his shaman magic by defeating the giant Mulezan in combat, the Pygmy intended to humiliate Mulezan with a long and protracted public rape, fucking the loser former King of the Jungle in the village center, in front of the entire tribe. The Pygmy's low hanging lemon sized nuts visibly notched upward several inches in his nutbag in sexual anticipation of taking Mulezan's ass by force and publicly raping the Jungle Lord in front of hundreds of the members of his tribe. His already enormous ramrod swells bigger, pulsating and sliming obscenely
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| Mulezan was out cold, defeated by the pygmy |
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| The Pygmy lifted the defeated Mulezan above his head in triumph |
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| Then he slammed Mulezan's unconscious bulk to the ground |
The pygmy reapplied his bearhug; he savored the pleasure of having knocked the King of the Apes out cold. He rubbed his enormous cock up against the muscleman’s abs. His ten, thick inches was throbbing like crazy and ready to explode. Feeling Mulezan’s hard body in his arms, he couldn’t help himself.
He humped the thick rock solid ripping abs, rubbing the huge mushroom head of his giant cock against the hard muscle of Mulezan’s abs. He moaned as he felt the first eruption well up from his nut sack and a thick squirt of cream coating the KO’d Jungle Lord muscle belly. The second shot was more intense and the pygmy moaned more loudly this time, continuing the ab-fuck. In total control of Mulezan’s 260 pound body, the pygmy shot several more times. His thick cream soaked Mulezan’s abs and ran down his thick thighs. When he was completely spent, he sighed with satisfaction, released the hug and let Mulezan’s limp body slip to the jungle floor.
The spell of invincibility made possible by the great Jewel of Opar was no legend. With his master the Ivory King in possession of the Great Jewel, the shaman had the means, through his dark necromantic arts, to ensure the Ivory King would rule the Congo, perhaps all of Africa. Of course the dark powers were full of greed and caprice, and there was always a price to be paid in consorting with such malevolent spirits, but the shaman was confident he could avoid the doom of his ancestors.
The Barudoko shaman knew all too well, the fine print contained in the Spell of Invincibility. The spell only worked for a limited duration, and could be cast but once per day. Achieving victory over your opponent and blowing a load revoked the power, and when the spell was gone, the recipient of the spell was returned to his normal strength, the exacting price and penalty charged by the Dead Gods.
"Indeed", the shaman thought to himself, "my Spell of Invincibility is beginning to fade, I feel my strength slowly diminishing!"
"Indeed", the shaman thought to himself, "my Spell of Invincibility is beginning to fade, I feel my strength slowly diminishing!"
All this time as the spell began to wear off, Mulezan began to twitch and suck in air, coughing and sputtering and letting out a few grunts of pain. The perplexed pygmy shaman realized the Jungle Lord was now now waking up. The Pygmy realized he had to end this quick, before his power faded further.
"Stay down, Albino swine, and I may yet spare your life. You have felt the power of my sorcery...imagine the magic that forced you to surrender working FOR you rather than against you. You would be a valuable asset, why not help RULE the Ukotho, rather your blood spilled into the soil of this haunted forest to appease its restless spirits."
The pygmy stood bare-ass with his own long cock flopping between his legs in the clearing, watching the muscle stud revive as he awaited Mulezan's response to the alliance he had proposed.
"Stay down, Albino swine, and I may yet spare your life. You have felt the power of my sorcery...imagine the magic that forced you to surrender working FOR you rather than against you. You would be a valuable asset, why not help RULE the Ukotho, rather your blood spilled into the soil of this haunted forest to appease its restless spirits."
The pygmy stood bare-ass with his own long cock flopping between his legs in the clearing, watching the muscle stud revive as he awaited Mulezan's response to the alliance he had proposed.
Mulezan was confused and dazed from the ass-kicking he had received from the formidable midget. The sorcerer considered Mulezan's hesitation to be a sign he was considering his offer, and began to savor his triumph. Mulezan had ignored the shaman's blatherings, as merely the cocky nonsense all the villains he fought blustered, shortly before they met untimely ends. "But what had just happened, why was I on the ground gasping for air, with this jungle toad croaking above ME, the mighty Mulezan!"--the still concussed and confused Jungle Lord wondered.
Then the bells stopped ringing in his ears, and he recalled all that transpired, remembering his mortifying defeat and surrender before being knocked out. His ribs, back and arms ached. He felt the wetness from The pygmy’s cum on his sweaty, glistening chest as it trickled down beneath his pecs and onto his heaving gut and abs. The shame of losing to a midget filled him with strong feelings of chagrin and disgrace. A voice chastised him, urging him not to let this pint-size villain's triumph stand.
The pygmy laughed as he flexed his cock up and down in front of Mulezan who was trying to make sense of it all. "How could I have been defeated by this runt? What was the secret of the little muscleman's amazing strength? How can I overcome such power?"
Then the bells stopped ringing in his ears, and he recalled all that transpired, remembering his mortifying defeat and surrender before being knocked out. His ribs, back and arms ached. He felt the wetness from The pygmy’s cum on his sweaty, glistening chest as it trickled down beneath his pecs and onto his heaving gut and abs. The shame of losing to a midget filled him with strong feelings of chagrin and disgrace. A voice chastised him, urging him not to let this pint-size villain's triumph stand.
The pygmy laughed as he flexed his cock up and down in front of Mulezan who was trying to make sense of it all. "How could I have been defeated by this runt? What was the secret of the little muscleman's amazing strength? How can I overcome such power?"
"You're head is clearing, good perhaps you will accept my offer, now that you realize your strength is nothing compared to mine." The pygmy stated this truth with a confident conviction.
"Well I will have to admit, you sure did give me a licking in round one..." he trailed off, letting it hang in the air that he was not finished yet. Mulezan knew the Pygmy had won their match hands down. The small but stronger muscleman had totally dominated him so far. It had been a brutal and humiliating one-sided beatdown on Mulezan, with the Pygmy indisputably proving to be the superior male. Would another round be any different? A tone of of surprise and even awe in Mulezan's voice, (perhaps even a hint of...fear?) did not go unnoticed by his conqueror, as the Pygmy contemplated his next move.
The Pygmy knew how to restore Mulezan into a sense of helplessness and hopelessness "I guess I am not finished with you yet. Good! Now that you know what I am capable of we will get on with your beating. I will enjoy beating you to a pulp. I am just starting to punish you." As unbelievable as it was, Somehow this little man was even stronger than he was, Mulezan thought, as he began to once again feel like less of a man.
" And I think someone's big white ass could use a good plowing with my mighty tool!" the pygmy grunted, flexing his vascular, coconut-sized bicep in front of Mulezan's eyes, letting his physique do the talking for him. Although his Spell of Invincibility was now slowly on the wane, it hadn't worn off completely yet, and the Pygmy for the time being was still at least as strong as Mulezan. "I was hoping to spare you such indignity, but now I am rather looking forward to it, but one last chance to submit and join me, and spare yourself becoming my bitch." He waved his monster cock about to accentuate the battering ram that would be violating Mulezan's ass unless he surrendered. The Pygmy's massive chest swells with pride.
" Discounting his height, That's a big fucking pygmy!" thought the beefy Jungle Lord, focusing his eyes first on the pygmy's biceps and then on his crotch. The Pygmy's body was incredible, his large jutting pecs, his massive pythons for arms and his tight, amazing eight-pack abs, massive thighs, big powerful looking bubble muscle butt and a thick cock over 10 inches long with a massive knob hiding under his tight foreskin. Mulezan coughed and spit a wad of saliva onto the ground, shaking his big head as he did. The pygmy just pumped his arm three times and kissed his bulging bicep muscle. The pygmy admired himself for a moment. then taking his long thick dick in hand, snarled "Get ready, Mulezan, Because I am going to take you back to the Village, where I will kick your oversized ass once again, this time with an audience. It sure will be hot shit,” he continued. “Two muscle men like us, with the the little man over powering and then raping the big man, with hundreds of the men and women of my tribe watching and cheering!”
"And then the audience will get what they want to see" you're going to take a long ride on this giant cock of mine before I kill your beefy ass slowly and methodically with just my bare hands!" he grinned as the ultra muscled pygmy stroked his zebra-sized manhood. "You sure you don't want to keep just a tiny shred of your masculinity intact?" the little big man offered.
"Well I will have to admit, you sure did give me a licking in round one..." he trailed off, letting it hang in the air that he was not finished yet. Mulezan knew the Pygmy had won their match hands down. The small but stronger muscleman had totally dominated him so far. It had been a brutal and humiliating one-sided beatdown on Mulezan, with the Pygmy indisputably proving to be the superior male. Would another round be any different? A tone of of surprise and even awe in Mulezan's voice, (perhaps even a hint of...fear?) did not go unnoticed by his conqueror, as the Pygmy contemplated his next move.
The Pygmy knew how to restore Mulezan into a sense of helplessness and hopelessness "I guess I am not finished with you yet. Good! Now that you know what I am capable of we will get on with your beating. I will enjoy beating you to a pulp. I am just starting to punish you." As unbelievable as it was, Somehow this little man was even stronger than he was, Mulezan thought, as he began to once again feel like less of a man.
" And I think someone's big white ass could use a good plowing with my mighty tool!" the pygmy grunted, flexing his vascular, coconut-sized bicep in front of Mulezan's eyes, letting his physique do the talking for him. Although his Spell of Invincibility was now slowly on the wane, it hadn't worn off completely yet, and the Pygmy for the time being was still at least as strong as Mulezan. "I was hoping to spare you such indignity, but now I am rather looking forward to it, but one last chance to submit and join me, and spare yourself becoming my bitch." He waved his monster cock about to accentuate the battering ram that would be violating Mulezan's ass unless he surrendered. The Pygmy's massive chest swells with pride.
" Discounting his height, That's a big fucking pygmy!" thought the beefy Jungle Lord, focusing his eyes first on the pygmy's biceps and then on his crotch. The Pygmy's body was incredible, his large jutting pecs, his massive pythons for arms and his tight, amazing eight-pack abs, massive thighs, big powerful looking bubble muscle butt and a thick cock over 10 inches long with a massive knob hiding under his tight foreskin. Mulezan coughed and spit a wad of saliva onto the ground, shaking his big head as he did. The pygmy just pumped his arm three times and kissed his bulging bicep muscle. The pygmy admired himself for a moment. then taking his long thick dick in hand, snarled "Get ready, Mulezan, Because I am going to take you back to the Village, where I will kick your oversized ass once again, this time with an audience. It sure will be hot shit,” he continued. “Two muscle men like us, with the the little man over powering and then raping the big man, with hundreds of the men and women of my tribe watching and cheering!”
"And then the audience will get what they want to see" you're going to take a long ride on this giant cock of mine before I kill your beefy ass slowly and methodically with just my bare hands!" he grinned as the ultra muscled pygmy stroked his zebra-sized manhood. "You sure you don't want to keep just a tiny shred of your masculinity intact?" the little big man offered.
"I ain't dead, yet!" bellowed Mulezan.
The naked pygmy's face contorted into an expression of rage and frustration. The muscle-packed midget advanced towards the still kneeling Mulezan in a low and menacing crouch, ready to once again kick ass. His handsome face has a cruel and confident grin.
Upon reaching Mulezan, the Pygmy grabbed the back of the head of the still dazed Jungle Lord and pushed down hard, forcing Mulezan's face level with the Pygmy's oversized genitals. The colossal cock rubbed against Mulezan's face as his face was forced against the over sized dick. The humiation continued as the Pygmy further embarrassed the Jungle Lord by caressing Mulezan's mouth with his set of lemon-sized balls, forcing Mulezan to smell and taste his ball sweat!
The Pygmy's colossal cock was truly a sight to behold as he kept stroking it. For some reason, the Pygmy's huge dick was starting to arouse Mulezan. With a loud, heavy, audible slap, the Pygmy smacked his rock solid cock into Mulezan's face.
Mulezan's eyes began to water and he let out a muffled cry as his mouth was stretched, he moved his hands around and squeezed the tight, powerful, rock hard glutes of the huge muscle ass of the diminutive stud who was now withdrawing his enormously thick tool and then smashing it back into his mouth with a loud grunt, the heavy accompanying balls bouncing off his chin as he swallowed the monster .
Mulezan's male ego was being eviscerated by the facefucking.
"Do you like that? Huh, you big muscle bound cocksucking phag !"” The Pygmy screamed as he pounded his victim without mercy, stripping Mulezan of his masculinity with the brutal throat fucking. “"You like having my huge cock inside you? Do you, cocksucker? You want me to shove my big fat cock down your throat? Who's the man now!!!" the Pygmy shouted as Mulezan was forced to perform the utlimate act of submission to another male. He was being forced to suck another mans cock...."Suck it ... suck it cocksucker...That’s right! Suck my big, sweaty balls as I rape your mouth cunt, you little dicked phaggot!" roared the Pygmy. "I'm more of a man than you will ever be!" Mulezan complied, willingly, his suborgation by the dominant male was now complete.
With a loud plunging noise, the Pygmy pulled his meaty cock out of Mulezan's throat at last, allowing him to gasp for air . Mulezan groaned in disappointment. He lusted for more of his master's big cock.
"That's just a little preview of how I going to rape your ass in front of hundreds of witnesses..". he laughed, as he dragged his meaty rod slathered with Mulezan's spit across the defeated Jungle Lord's face. Lustful thoughts filled Mulezan's mind.
Mulezan's proud male ego was now in taters. His self-esteem has taken a huge hit. The psychological demoralization of Mulezan by the Pygmy had been masterful. The manly and proud King of the Jungle was now sucking the Pygmy's cock, the penultimate humiliation of an Alpha male.
While he had broken Mulezan mentally, the Pygmy could feel the Spell of Invincibility wearing off and his strength fading rapidly.
Although it was unlikely Mulezan would recover from the extreme psychological trauma nor the tremendously brutal beatdown the Pygmy had already inflicted, the Pygmy decided not to take a chance and to disable Mulezan physically as well as mentally.
He picked up Mulezan's discarded spear, and mumbling incantations that caused the spearhead to glow, and with a roar and muscles and veins bulging he charged Mulezan, just as the last of his magically enhanced left him. The spell may have worn off, but he knew he still had enough strength to finish off Mulezan, especially in Mulezan's weakened condition.
But Mulezan deftly dodged the enchanted spear and this time when the two men collided, the pygmy flew back from the hit, tumbling on to his back with a loud muddy slap. To Mulezan's surprise, the pygmy lay limply sprawled on the ground. Suspecting a trick, Mulezan stayed on the offensive, lifting the pygmy off the ground. "What the fuck?" thought Mulezan. The pygmy weighed only a fraction of what he had weighed just minutes before. Had the Pygmy gotten lighter or had Mulezan gotten stronger? Mulezan didn't take time to ponder the question.
Upon reaching Mulezan, the Pygmy grabbed the back of the head of the still dazed Jungle Lord and pushed down hard, forcing Mulezan's face level with the Pygmy's oversized genitals. The colossal cock rubbed against Mulezan's face as his face was forced against the over sized dick. The humiation continued as the Pygmy further embarrassed the Jungle Lord by caressing Mulezan's mouth with his set of lemon-sized balls, forcing Mulezan to smell and taste his ball sweat!
The Pygmy's colossal cock was truly a sight to behold as he kept stroking it. For some reason, the Pygmy's huge dick was starting to arouse Mulezan. With a loud, heavy, audible slap, the Pygmy smacked his rock solid cock into Mulezan's face.
“You feel that, Apeman?” the Pygmy said, as Mulezan's eyes watered from the weight of the impact, “You feel how heavy and big my cock is?” Slap! Slap! Slap! The
Pygmy kept bitch slapping Mulezan's face with his heavy cock. "You like that? I've marked you with a big, heavy, cock bruise on your face! I marked you as my property, as my phag slave!” the Pygmy boasted, not letting up as he continued to beat Mulezan's with his cock as Mulezan's breathing got heavier with each stinging slap.
Then, when Mulezan had to open his mouth to breathe, the Pygmy tightened his hold on Mulezan hair and laughed, “good, just what I was waiting on...” He whispered, and at that he drove his hips forward, driving his huge shaft and its massive knob into the warm mouth of the now thoroughly vanquished Jungle Lord. The Pygmy was breaking Mulezan's manhood as well as his body.
Mulezan's eyes began to water and he let out a muffled cry as his mouth was stretched, he moved his hands around and squeezed the tight, powerful, rock hard glutes of the huge muscle ass of the diminutive stud who was now withdrawing his enormously thick tool and then smashing it back into his mouth with a loud grunt, the heavy accompanying balls bouncing off his chin as he swallowed the monster .
Mulezan's male ego was being eviscerated by the facefucking.
"Do you like that? Huh, you big muscle bound cocksucking phag !"” The Pygmy screamed as he pounded his victim without mercy, stripping Mulezan of his masculinity with the brutal throat fucking. “"You like having my huge cock inside you? Do you, cocksucker? You want me to shove my big fat cock down your throat? Who's the man now!!!" the Pygmy shouted as Mulezan was forced to perform the utlimate act of submission to another male. He was being forced to suck another mans cock...."Suck it ... suck it cocksucker...That’s right! Suck my big, sweaty balls as I rape your mouth cunt, you little dicked phaggot!" roared the Pygmy. "I'm more of a man than you will ever be!" Mulezan complied, willingly, his suborgation by the dominant male was now complete.
With a loud plunging noise, the Pygmy pulled his meaty cock out of Mulezan's throat at last, allowing him to gasp for air . Mulezan groaned in disappointment. He lusted for more of his master's big cock.
"That's just a little preview of how I going to rape your ass in front of hundreds of witnesses..". he laughed, as he dragged his meaty rod slathered with Mulezan's spit across the defeated Jungle Lord's face. Lustful thoughts filled Mulezan's mind.
Mulezan's proud male ego was now in taters. His self-esteem has taken a huge hit. The psychological demoralization of Mulezan by the Pygmy had been masterful. The manly and proud King of the Jungle was now sucking the Pygmy's cock, the penultimate humiliation of an Alpha male.
While he had broken Mulezan mentally, the Pygmy could feel the Spell of Invincibility wearing off and his strength fading rapidly.
Although it was unlikely Mulezan would recover from the extreme psychological trauma nor the tremendously brutal beatdown the Pygmy had already inflicted, the Pygmy decided not to take a chance and to disable Mulezan physically as well as mentally.
He picked up Mulezan's discarded spear, and mumbling incantations that caused the spearhead to glow, and with a roar and muscles and veins bulging he charged Mulezan, just as the last of his magically enhanced left him. The spell may have worn off, but he knew he still had enough strength to finish off Mulezan, especially in Mulezan's weakened condition.
But Mulezan deftly dodged the enchanted spear and this time when the two men collided, the pygmy flew back from the hit, tumbling on to his back with a loud muddy slap. To Mulezan's surprise, the pygmy lay limply sprawled on the ground. Suspecting a trick, Mulezan stayed on the offensive, lifting the pygmy off the ground. "What the fuck?" thought Mulezan. The pygmy weighed only a fraction of what he had weighed just minutes before. Had the Pygmy gotten lighter or had Mulezan gotten stronger? Mulezan didn't take time to ponder the question.
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| With the spell of invincibility broken, Mulezan delivers two hard body slams on the Pygmy |
There was a moment of stillness before Muelzan swung the pygmy back down, slamming his head and shoulders against the earth.The pygmy exhaled forcefully as the air rushed from his lungs. Before he could recover, the Jungle Lord took a big gulp of air and lifted the now depowered midget once again, and slammed him down. Mulezan repeated this move twice more before releasing his hold and surveying the damage.
He smiled to himself when he noticed that the pygmy was no longer conscious. He walked around the pygmy, nodding in approval, and knelt to feel the pygmy's body. He squeezed the pygmy's huge hairless pecs and biceps, appreciating the rock-solid feel of the muscles, even when limp. Muscles that had been strong enough to knock him out cold earlier, but no longer. "Not so fucking big and strong without your magic, you goddamn pygmy." Mulezan grunted.
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| Mulezan warily checked the pygmy's huge pecs and biceps |
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| The pygmy sorcerer was no longer conscious |
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| Mulezan took the time to appreciate the rock-solid feel of the muscles that had been strong enough to defeat and even knock him out cold earlier. The muscles that had made Mulezan beg for mercy! |
The naked pygmy lay sprawled in the grass. His compact body, packed with all the muscle it could hold, was limp, even the vascular warrior's dick between his legs was limp. And even limp, it was clear that the Pygmy shaman put the other men of his tribe to shame. The only indication the pygmy shaman was even alive was his heavy, labored breathing. Mulezan smiled and flexed for himself, standing over his fallen opponent. He had knocked out the pygmy shaman.
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| The pygmy shaman is out cold! |
Mulezan placed one meaty paw around the pygmy's neck, and one over his junk. With a snort, he lifted the loser over his head like a trophy. The pygmy's arms and legs dangled in the air, limp and useless.
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| Not so fucking big and strong without your magic, you goddamn pygmy |
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| Mulezan let forth with his victory yell as he held the pygmy high over head |
Mulezan's primal urges got the best of him, and he let forth with his victory yell with the pygmy held high over head. Then he heaved his defeated opponent threw the air, slamming him into a tree that sent him sliding down to the roots in a crumpled heap, leaving a red streak all the way down. The micro-man ended up slumped against the base of the tree in a sitting position.
Mulezan made sure the Pygmy was dead. There must be no witnesses to Mulezan's humiliating defeat and subrogation by this little magician. No one would ever know that the Pygmy had proven himself to be the superior male, and the indignities Mulezan had suffered at his hands.
Mulezan picked up the pygmy's loin cloth from where it lay after being discarded and threw it over the dead pygmy shaman, in a rest in peace gesture. "And that is how you toss a midget!" He boastfully expounded to the air. But Mulezan was not exactly alone, a fiendish mist oozed out of the woods and from it ghostly hands enveloped the shaman, dragging him back into the mist for his shade to face the malevolent retribution of the DARK LORDS.
Mulezan revived Bondeko.
Although still banged up from the fight with the Zombies and the Pygmy, Mulezan doesn't heed the advice of Bondeko to rest and heal, and instead takes off after Jane and the Ivory King. He climbed the stairs into the edifice into which Mandugu had fled with his captive, and in the ruined structure found another staircase leading to a dark tunnel. Bondeko casts an incantation, and the tunnel is lit with a mystical light. The wall was covered in hideous mosaics depicting scenes of ghastly sacrifice, giant snakes, and zombie armies...
THE RETURN OF HUMBO THE PYTHON
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| As Mulezan and Bondeko approached the temple of Kharzuwezi, the air grew still and even the insects were silent... |
The tunnel came out onto a new and more foreboding part of the Jungle. Bondeko pointed up ahead, and told Muelzan that before them lay the ruined temple of Kharzuwezi, the evil snake-god of death of the Barudoko pygmies. "That is a place to be avoided, at all costs" warned the shaman ominously. "But that is obviously where Mandugu went, and where we must go as well!" countered Mulezan.
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| At the threshold of the last staircase leading to the sacred compound, Mulezan hesitated, for he, who normally feared nothing, had a feeling of deep dread and foreboding |
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| This is indeed a haunted place, muttered Mulezan unhappily |
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| They entered the temple, passing through a covered walkway that opened out into an open air courtyard at the back of which lay the inner sanctum of the temple! |
In the courtyard, suspended by two trees above an altar decorated by snakes, was Jane! The Ivory King was nowhere to be found!
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| Mulezan save me! --Jane shrieked |
"Mulezan save me!" --Jane shrieked.
"Yeah, yeah! First things first. Where is Mandugu?"
"He went to get something he called the shareoth putellmbe! It is something he needs to revive the damned spirits of this accursed city into fiends of undead flesh. He plans to invoke the power of the Jewel of Opal, to complete the most powerful ancient rite of the ancient ones who built this damnable place!"
"and where is the Jewel of Opal?" querried Mulezan?
" He said it was in that ruined structure behind me!"
"So there is where I must now go!" he said with determination as he swaggered forward toward his goal leaving Jane still bound.
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| Ummmm a little help here please? |
"Ummmm a little help here please?" pleaded Jane, and Bondeko rushed forward to free Jane.
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| It was here, where Mandugu promised, the sacred emerald could be found |
There had been a complicated trap guarding the ancient mechanism in which Mandugu had hidden the gem. Mulezan had no intention of fooling with that shit, so just took down part of the wall around it instead with a mighty hammer blow by his fists. "There was more than one way to skin a civet", is what he always said!
He looked at the huge hole he left in the wall, revealing a rubble strewn treasure vault beyond full of golden coins, idols and sacred objects, exotic furs and feather, elephant tusks, precious diamonds and other gems, plus sundry other looted treasures of the forest and its inhabitants, human and animal. Some were ancient, and others had more recently been hidden there, no doubt by Mandugu.
"Looks like I’m in." He looked at the door. And then the hole. It looks like me might even be in the room he needed to be in. It was brutal and direct, but spoke to an efficiency he liked.
Right leg first. He shoved his bare leg through, he was ready to press the rest of the way through. He gripped the wall and pulled through into a dimly lit room. The first thing he noticed was the smell. Like a nutty musty decaying smell you expect in the dens of beasts that had crawled back home and died, it tickled his nose and he sneezed explosively twice. The room was also very hot, made a man sweat just standing in here. Shaking his head he looked around.
Mulezan – the mythic man, muscle and power, connections and privilege, swallowing his pride to find the legendary gem of Opar, stolen from the temple of the Mbombo. His meaty hands digging through the nearly destroyed remains of the portion of the stone wall he had collapsed in, searching through rubble.
He caught a glimmer of the sparkling emerald. Damn that thing was huge, no wonder the Ivory King stole it. Mulezan thought: “It is good that I do not crave such shiny baubles, or I would be tempted to take it for myself." Jane peeking in from outside, however let loose a gasp, it was one thing to see it on the idol, but to see it in the light...the way it sparkled…plus the glitter of the rest of the priceless treasures..."Why these Mzungu get so crazy for gems and gold is beyond me. They hunger for like it was food." To Mulezan it was merely a pretty rock that belonged in the shrine of the Creator God. He picked up the pendant that held the emerald, and put it around his neck, to keep his hands free.
"Looks like I’m in." He looked at the door. And then the hole. It looks like me might even be in the room he needed to be in. It was brutal and direct, but spoke to an efficiency he liked.
Right leg first. He shoved his bare leg through, he was ready to press the rest of the way through. He gripped the wall and pulled through into a dimly lit room. The first thing he noticed was the smell. Like a nutty musty decaying smell you expect in the dens of beasts that had crawled back home and died, it tickled his nose and he sneezed explosively twice. The room was also very hot, made a man sweat just standing in here. Shaking his head he looked around.
Mulezan – the mythic man, muscle and power, connections and privilege, swallowing his pride to find the legendary gem of Opar, stolen from the temple of the Mbombo. His meaty hands digging through the nearly destroyed remains of the portion of the stone wall he had collapsed in, searching through rubble.
He caught a glimmer of the sparkling emerald. Damn that thing was huge, no wonder the Ivory King stole it. Mulezan thought: “It is good that I do not crave such shiny baubles, or I would be tempted to take it for myself." Jane peeking in from outside, however let loose a gasp, it was one thing to see it on the idol, but to see it in the light...the way it sparkled…plus the glitter of the rest of the priceless treasures..."Why these Mzungu get so crazy for gems and gold is beyond me. They hunger for like it was food." To Mulezan it was merely a pretty rock that belonged in the shrine of the Creator God. He picked up the pendant that held the emerald, and put it around his neck, to keep his hands free.
Well the thing in front of him had a face. A brown and black pattern with an arrowhead on the scaled forehead, and a long mottle body behind, flowing back to a thigh thick body, its length three times the height of Jane, it was an African rock python! A forked tongue flashed out nearly touching Mulezan’s nose. He knew this snake, it was his longtime nemesis HUMBO, he had thought the snake had been killed by the gorilla Kerkap, but he had obviously been mistaken...or had he. Mulezan remembered the legends of the Lost City and how its necromancers had learned the secrets of reviving the dead...had Mandugu raised the snake as well as the Belgian officers. "But Bondeko did not have enough strength to cast the magic that had allowed him to overcome the zombies he had encountered before...Can a zombie snake be killed without Bondeko's magic?"-- Mulezan thought. Well he was going to find out!
The hammering in his heart screamed at Mulezan, now that he had the gem, to back out of the chamber quickly and leave this accursed place of ruin, ghosts and...ZOMBIE GIANT SNAKES. The head slid back, floating mid air. He really felt frozen like he should not move. Maybe this is what they talk about a snake’s gaze hypnotizing you. He was sure if he did not move it would just ignore him. Mulezan’s aggressive natural mind let him know that thinking gets you killed in every other time of danger. It snapped its mouth open and lunged forward, a huge mouth of needlely teeth yawning out for Mulezan’s face!
Lightning reflexes engaged! Mulezan SLAPPED the revenant serpent on the side of the head popping the creature out of the tree. It hit the floor with a heavy THUMP! Shit this snake must weigh 700 pounds…how did he even manage to throw it off the cliff, before. Now roiling in agitation the snake slid around the tree; intentionally putting itself between Mulezan and the hole in the wall.
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| The snake lashed out, the front coiling around Mulezan's mighty muscular arm, the vicious fangs of the python trying to find purchase in the bulging sinews. |
He scanned the vault for exits, but there was only the hole he climbed through, and the gap in the roof where the tree had pushed through. Moving further back into the chamber he considered his options. Perhaps he could break out, the walls fragile from age, and apparently not worth shit. Then the snake decided to attack. It was sliding and loping in a quick slide toward his leg. He could see shreds of skin falling off it.
"Oh great, he just shed." He remembered Bondeko once saying these fuckers got even more cranky when they are shedding, or was this not a EVEN normal molting, but an accursed byproduct of it being raised from the dead. He didn't want to stick around and find out. "But how to escape? I don't have time to break a new hole with this damn snake here..." Clearly the snake was pissed about being killed a week ago, and more recently provoked when Mulezan's smashing through the wall had sprayed dust and rock fragments at it. "How am I going to lure this angry snake away from the exit." --Mulezan pondered.
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| Oh great, he just shed. |
"Oh great, he just shed." He remembered Bondeko once saying these fuckers got even more cranky when they are shedding, or was this not a EVEN normal molting, but an accursed byproduct of it being raised from the dead. He didn't want to stick around and find out. "But how to escape? I don't have time to break a new hole with this damn snake here..." Clearly the snake was pissed about being killed a week ago, and more recently provoked when Mulezan's smashing through the wall had sprayed dust and rock fragments at it. "How am I going to lure this angry snake away from the exit." --Mulezan pondered.
It roiled quickly wrapping coils around the huge muscleman’s waist. This was no slow flow of entrapment. Trying to flank the lunging snake and make for hole in the wall, Mulezan pushed the advancing coils off his waist with his right hand, silent in his struggle. Warrior focus is a bitch. No shouting for help, no point in calling for backup, Jane was worthless, and Bondeko spent, and even if some had been available, he would not of called out, because Mulezan is that sort of man and always has been. He sucked in three huge breaths, ready to battle and not sure how tight this was going to get before it was over.
He heard missionary Jane praying to God and Baby Jesus for succor for Mulezan and herself. "Waste of breath with such supplication Jane," he thought, "the gods of this accursed place were ancient, cruel and without mercy."
The tightening of Humbo's coils brought his focus back to the problem at hand His hand going numb from the crushing pressure! Backpedaling toward the hole, hoping his weight hitting it would widen the break, allowing him easier egress. BOOM! The walls shook as he hit harder than expected. The coils were already around his thighs pressing them together working against his balance. The soles of his feet were scratched and bruised by assorted treasures and debris the littered the floor of the chamber. Mulezan and the snake rolled out through the enlarged hole in the wall and into the jungle ringed courtyard.
Mulezan’s ass hit the stony floor hard! "UGHHH!" He groaned out as he was now down and in this huge serpent’s vise-like grip,down low. The coiled bonds, he fought to press off his chest and waist, closed around him again and froze to a stop gripping in TIGHT sending the first real crushing pressure into his muscled core.
"AUGhhhfffffff!!!" Huffing for air quickly, Mulezan was shocked and amazed at the way his air was instantly gone. Squeezed so tight he felt his ribs bending!
Coils still roiling around him, he watched his legs get locked together. The thick Mulezan quads wrapped in banded muscle locking them together and now SQUEEZING the meat of his legs hard!
He watched in slow motion as the snake writhed its head side to side slowly slipping out of Mulezan’s right hand power. His arm going numb, the head slipping out of his hand and FREE!
“No NO NO!” he hissed as the snake’s head whirled around like a gun looking for a target…. The hit on the side of his neck and shoulder was like a hard right hook. It slammed into his right trap muscle and neck, the nerves there just under that plate of huge meat. Fangs sunk in hard on the strike and the python had a hard anchor to leverage all his coils. The squeeze suddenly triples and Mulezan gasped out red faced, getting squeezed horribly….
The snake slowly entwining, looping and improving its position through muscular slither motions, stopped caring about Mulezan’s hand and re-positioned its coils higher on his chest.
The muscled coil lapped over his shoulders and pecs folding him in more crushing coils. Now three coils trapped his tight plated waist and two around his thighs. One now over his chest slowly working to enfold his neck.
Mulezan’s ass hit the stony floor hard! "UGHHH!" He groaned out as he was now down and in this huge serpent’s vise-like grip,down low. The coiled bonds, he fought to press off his chest and waist, closed around him again and froze to a stop gripping in TIGHT sending the first real crushing pressure into his muscled core.
"AUGhhhfffffff!!!" Huffing for air quickly, Mulezan was shocked and amazed at the way his air was instantly gone. Squeezed so tight he felt his ribs bending!
He watched in slow motion as the snake writhed its head side to side slowly slipping out of Mulezan’s right hand power. His arm going numb, the head slipping out of his hand and FREE!
“No NO NO!” he hissed as the snake’s head whirled around like a gun looking for a target…. The hit on the side of his neck and shoulder was like a hard right hook. It slammed into his right trap muscle and neck, the nerves there just under that plate of huge meat. Fangs sunk in hard on the strike and the python had a hard anchor to leverage all his coils. The squeeze suddenly triples and Mulezan gasped out red faced, getting squeezed horribly….
The snake slowly entwining, looping and improving its position through muscular slither motions, stopped caring about Mulezan’s hand and re-positioned its coils higher on his chest.
The muscled coil lapped over his shoulders and pecs folding him in more crushing coils. Now three coils trapped his tight plated waist and two around his thighs. One now over his chest slowly working to enfold his neck.
Mulezan knew by this point that he was going to have to get some REAL plan going, and do it quick, if he was going to survive. He scrambled to position his hands somewhere useful…. And then saw the silver chain of the great Jewel. It still hung from his neck. The snake shook its head sawing into his thick trap muscle hard. "AUGHHHHH GAWDS…." He hated himself for crying out in pain. "Keep it together stupid!" Grabbed the chain of the pendant as he tried to tuck in under the coils, as his hand brushed over the emerald, and it began to glow with a supernal light. The snake seemed to recoil from the glowing gem, loosening its coils. Mulezan's arms were now free, but his right in so much pain it was hard to coordinate his next move.
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| The snake seemed to recoil from the glowing gem, loosening its coils. |
Jane offered: "I didn't give much credence to the superstitions of the natives, but I remember the wise-woman Ashina Mbombo told me that the Star of the Covfefe was a talisman of great magic."
"You could have mentioned that a bit earlier, Bish." thought Mulezan angrily. "She happen to mention how to invoke it?" he grunted aloud.
"I didn't think to ask, at that point I tried to explain the superior power of the Lord Jesus..." she sad sadly.
"Why are we rescuing this useless Mzungu bish again?" --muttered Mulezan under his breath. "Are all English white women, this annoying?"
"What about you Bondeko, can you offer any help here?" Mulezan asked, hoping his friend would be of more help than Jane.
"While I was the custodian of the Jewel, I was not privy to that particular lore, that was magic of life, renewal & fertility, privy only to the female practitioners of our people."
"Why would they entrust such important knowledge to a bunch of scatter-brained vagina casings!" --thought Mulezan misogynistically, but those were different times than today, long before you would be hounded on social media for such opinions.
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He wasn't sure how to invoke the gem, but perhaps it could still be used somehow as a weapon. It was time to test the strength of that chain of the pendant. He looped it in a reverse loop over the snake's head and PULLED. Like a noose it slid TIGHT around the snake neck. Biting in DEEP from the pain the teeth of the snake sunk into Mulezan’s trap muscle into the brachial nerve. Eyes wide open from pain, Mulezan squirmed. The sudden shaft of pain interrupted his flex holding the crush around his body off his organs! The squeeze sunk into his body deep.
“OHHhhhhh shit so much for ancient talismans!” Mulezan shouted. The only control he had on this monster was now gone! In the scramble Mulezan got up on his knees sitting upright, his wide broad chest thrust outward, links of the silver chain in his hands.
Blood trickling down his perfect pectoral from the savage bite to his right trap muscle. He grabbed the head with both hands as the coils solidified four hard coils around his torso. The crush was incredible! It was going in for the kill! Inhaling in short puffs, he felt a burning white hot sensation in his ribs. PUPPPSCH! A deep thumping eruption sounded in his solid muscled torso. A rib broke sending serious pain through his chest.
“AUUUUUGH!!!!!!” He screamed shaking from the pain. His waist cut in deep from the brutal squeeze, all this muscle useless to stop this hungry serpent. He was working to stand but knew the pain was going to drop him eventually.
Mulezan let out his triumphant victory yell, which echoed through the haunted jungle, more chilling to friend and foe than any ghoul or spirit!
But that merely signaled the treacherous Mandugu who had been watching from the trees, to jump down and attack the exhausted and wounded Mulezan. He brandished an ornate spear, its shaft covered in mystical writing, clearly the mystical object Jane had said the Ivory King was fetching.
FINAL SHOWDOWN WITH THE IVORY KING
The tall, tanned white man stood confidently. At 6'3" and 260 lbs. of muscle, Mulezan looked physically impressive. But anyone who had faced him knew he was even more dangerous than he looked. His muscles were ripped and hard. The Mulezan wore a soft leather loincloth slung low at the front, tenting over his flaccid, but still large, manhood. In the back, Mulezan's bulging, overstuffed loincloth sat comfortably on the ledge created by his round, hard ass. It barely covered the bulbous mounds that flexed with every step. Mulezan's broad shoulders were more than double the size of his waist. On his arms, every muscle was clearly defined, the veins throbbing and pulsing with power In fact, his pumped muscles looked larger and more impressive than ever. The jungle-man's chiseled body looked completely recovered from his beatings by the nefarious zombies, snake, and pygmy. Mulezan's tanned skin was glistening with a slight sheen of perspiration that highlighted every ridge and mound of muscle. The jungle-man's beefy pecs stood high and proud, his nipples erect with excitement and anticipation over facing this nemesis. Mulezan's abs looked more cut than ever. He had powerful pecs and a knife on his hip. His chest and abs were covered with coarse brown hair, further defining them. His large muscles were nearly unmatched in the jungle for raw power.
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| Mulezan's large muscles were nearly unmatched in the jungle... |
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| ...at least until now.... |
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| In the Ivory King, Mulezan had indeed met his match |
First, Mulezan knew he had to disarm his opponent ...
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| Mulezan had to disarm his opponent |
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| The titans fought for control of the enchanted spear |
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| The grunts of the apeman’s efforts were only drowned out by the bellows from Ivory King’s throat |
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| Both struggling supreme physical specimens had something to prove |
Mulezan finally manged to wrestle the spear away from the Ivory King. As the gloating Mule broke the mystical spear over his knee and threw the pieces into the bush, Mulezan failed to see the large black shape coming towards him. The Ivory King charged the ape-man at full speed, even leaping the final distance. As Mulezan finally realized something was approaching, it was too late. The big black warrior crashed into him, taking him down to the ground.
The 300-lb warrior drove into Mulezan. Before the White Savage could even react, he was down, pinned by the black stud. The Ivory King's loin-cloth pouch, over packed with cock and balls, weighed down on Mulezan's chest as he wrapped his large hands around Mulezan's throat, choking the life out of him. The grip was unbelievably powerful, sinking deep into the flesh of the startled white muscle hunk.
Mulezan tried to free himself, but was unable. Mulezan's large hands could not even wrap around the throbbing muscles of The Ivory King's huge forearms. As the jungle muscle man's face reddened from Mandugu's constrictions, the naked white warrior bucked his hips, thrusting his torso upwards. The power of Mulezan's mighty legs was enough to topple The Ivory King to the side.
The Ivory King rolled off, but was in a crouching position immediately. Meanwhile, Mulezan could do nothing but cough and try to bring air back into his lungs. The black warrior believed he was stronger than Mulezan and now he had a big advantage. He couldn't lose it!
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| Bareknuckle Fisticuffs! But not by any Marquess of Queensbury rules! |
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| Mulezan and the Ivory King Square Off in a Boxer's Stance |
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| The fist fighters each size up their opponent |
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| Both warriors are skilled in fisticuffs |
Mulezan followed up fast, not stopping. He immediately charged the staggered Ivory King, slamming a fist across his jaw. The mighty black warrior raised his fists in defense, but he was too slow against the pumped up ape-kin. Mulezan forced in a couple of body shots. The blows hit, but The Ivory King's body was solid muscle and he shook off the punches. The jet-black stud backed up then put his hands on his hips. He stood there, naked and proud, looking like a mighty chief. The Ivory King lifted his bulging chest high and flexed his abs. He invited Mulezan to strike his torso again.
Mulezan never turned down challenges, especially from arrogant young muscle men. He moved in to take The Ivory King down, but his first two punches to the warrior's stomach didn't even move the young stud back. The Ivory King didn't even flinch from the punches that could knock a normal man out. The assembled throngs were muttering. The Ivory King smiled as he proved himself.
After another two futile punches by Mulezan, the young chief felt confident. He was showing off for his people, letting them see why he was in charge. Mulezan was losing his confidence. The Ivory King's toughness was surpassing his expectations. The young stud only grunted from the impact, but Mulezan's face showed that he was visibly amazed by the hardness of the muscles that rivaled his own.
Mulezan. realized he was playing right into The Ivory King's hands with the ab punch challenge. So Mulezan immediately kicked his opponent in the abs. The Ivory King's muscled midsection had proved nearly superhuman. But F=MA, no matter how tough your abdominals are. Mandugu is sent flying backwards, but is otherwise unaffected.
Mulezan realized that he had underestimated the Ivory King's resilience. His normal tactics were not working. The Ivory King was back with fists of his own.
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| Ivory King slamming a right fist across Mulezan's jaw |
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| ....followed by a left .... |
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| Mulezan eats another right fist.... |
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| Knock Down by The Ivory King! |
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| Mulezan may know how to wrestle, but The Ivory King is better with his fists! |
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| Stand-up Mulezan, so I can knock you down again! |
The Ivory King moved in. His first thrusts into Mulezan's stomach were as ineffective as the ape-kin's on The Ivory King, leaving red marks on the tanned white flesh, but not accomplishing anything else.
Mulezan made the mistake of leaving his body wide open, and The Ivory King lifted his knee onto Mulezan's abs.
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| Mulezan made the mistake of leaving his body wide open |
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| The Ivory King lifted his knee onto Mulezan's big balls |
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| The Ivory King was quick to follow up.... |
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| Ivory King Captures Mulezan in a Headlock |
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| Ivory King has Mulezan's Head Locked Tight |
The Ivory King kept beating on the feral fighter. As he powered his fists into the so to be deposed king of the jungle, Mulezan's cries became more pronounced and his abs began to soften. The Ivory King kept up the punishment, feeling the man's body giving to his power.
Mulezan tried warding The Ivory King off, but as he staggered back to regroup, The Ivory King was upon him. With all his power, the muscular young stud unleashed a flurry of fists into Mulezan's wide open torso. The white hero's abs held firm at first, but soon he was grunting in pain. The Ivory King grabbed the white warrior using all his mighty power to lift and control the struggling ape-friend. The overbearing strength of The Ivory King ravaged Mulezan. The white savage was flung spread-eagle hard to the ground, landing with a dull thud, leaving a shallow crater in the earth.
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| Lining up like a Rugby player.... |
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| Ivory King used Mulezan's head like a practice ball... |
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| ...with a kick that nearly took Mulezan's head off his shoulders |
As Mulezan rose and turned to face his foes, his jungle senses dulled by impact, he was met by a large tree branch to his abs! CRACK! UNGH! The Ivory King had slammed Mulezan with a hard tree branch to the sternum! Mulezan bent over, winded. The Ivory King brought his knee up into Mulezan's face then leveled him with a right cross!
Mulezan fell back onto the rocks moaning. The Ivory King dropped the branch and moved in for some ground and pound. Within seconds the powerful warrior-king was mounting Mulezan's back and grabbing his hair! The Ivory King pulled Mulezan's head up and moved to slam him face first into the rocky ground. Out of instinct, the jungle hunk managed to brace himself and push back against The Ivory King, throwing him off. Mulezan fell back, lost for the moment, unable to focus. Mulezan was lucky to even be conscious! One of The Ivory King's punches could put down almost any normal man.
The Ivory King rose up carefully. He could see Mulezan struggling on the ground. The Ivory King smiled. He loved being in this position. He had Mulezan exactly where he wanted him. The Ivory King reclaimed his make-shift club, and drove the splintering wood in deep. Mulezan bent over, winded again only to be sent to the ground by a quick jab to the side of his head with the same branch! Mulezan fell to the ground helplessly. The Ivory King discarded the increasingly compromised tree branch. He didn't need a weapon, he was fully capable of defeating Mulezan with his bare hands.
He used those powerful bare hands to throw disabling punches that landed relentlessly into the Jungle-man’s side, The Ivory King got behind his reeling opponent and hauled him up onto Mandugu’s rock hard front crushing his opponent’s back tight into his own chest. Folding his arms around the ape-kin’s front and squeezing, The Ivory King was clenching Mulezan into a body-crippling tight grip around the chest, pinning him onto Mandugu’s own front. The Ivory King squeezed. The Ivory King clenched. Mandugu crushed Mulezan’s back to his own massive ebony chest. His powerful muscled arms turned into bands of iron to crush every bit of fight out of Mulezan’s pain-flooded torso. Flat on The Ivory King’s front, the jungle-man's head still reeling from the devastating blow to his neck, fighter’s instincts had Mulezan squirming to escape the crush of steel across his lower ribs. Head back, teeth clenched tight, legs flailing, yet groans of agony seeping free, the feral blond struggled mightily. The Ivory King jerked harder on his arms to strengthen his grip around Mulezan’s ribs, jarring tightening agonies into Mulezan’s chest, till Mulezan thought his ribs would break. The Ivory King gave him another hard jolt, groaning himself with the utmost effort as he stepped up the punishing squeeze. Mulezan’s mouth shot open in pain, he lay crushed into his opponent’s front, eyes closed into the crush.
The Ivory King groaned with the strain of his efforts. Teeth bared to find the might to keep up his weakening squeeze. But his strength was motivated by the desperate cries from the squirming muscle trapped on his heaving chest, he gave another body-weakening squeeze of crushing might from his own fearsome arms. Through gritted teeth of strain, The Ivory King heard Mulezan groaning under the squeeze that threatened to break his ribs. Mulezan's mouth was forced open by the pain burning up his compressed torso.
The Ivory King dominated Mulezan. As the Jungle-man grew weaker, the Ivory King shoved his victim off his own sweat-drenched chest and threw the diminished white muscleman to the ground. Crippled from his super-manly squeeze, disabled by pain Mulezan lay shamefully in the dirt . clasping his arms to his crushed ribs, sweating in the dirt. The Ivory King placed his foot on the back of Mulezan's head and pressed down, forcing his sweating handsome face into the dirt. Shame-covered, sweat-drenched, dust-streaked, and pain-flooded Mulezan groaned powerless in the dirt. The Ivory King flexed his muscles, showing off his total dominance, and confirming to the ancient spirits of this place, his right to control the jungle.
The Ivory King came up behind Mulezan and slapped on a sleeper. Mulezan reached up to pry the royal muscle stud's bulging bicep from his throat. As he did, The Ivory King leaned back, drawing his legs around his adversary's waist. Mulezan tried to block the dominant black hunk, but Mandugu was able to lock his ankles before the white strongman could stop him.
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| The Ivory King drawing his legs around Mulezan's waist |
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| Mulezan tries to block the scissors hold... |
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| ... but Ivory King was able to lock his ankles |
The Melanoid muscle god squeezed hard around Mulezan's waist and tightened his sleeper around his throat. His thick legs crushed the muscular flesh of Mulezan, powerfully closing around the thick waist below the ribs. The world was going black for Mulezan. The Ivory King had caught him off-guard and he simply could not recover.
Bondeko and Jane watched frozen in horror as Mulezan trapped in the grasp of the strong Warrior-King. Murmurs and gasps were admitted by the pair as they watched the two strongest men in Africa battle. Mulezan was striking wildly and clawing at The Ivory King's powerful body, desperate to free himself. The Ivory King, meanwhile, was unrelenting in his python-like grip.
Mulezan managed to roll to the side. He was clearly fading, unable to recover from the initial tackle, choke and blows with the solid tree branch. With his last ounce of strength, Mulezan pushed up and backwards, driving The Ivory King's back hard into the ground. The sudden impact was enough to loosen his grip. Mulezan broke free.
The white man rolled away as fast as he could. The Ivory King had been surprised by the impact, but not hurt. He quickly rose to his feet. The King relished a public defeat of Mulezan in front of his watching tribe. He quickly flexed his muscles and ran up behind Mulezan.
Mulezan sensed The Ivory King's approach and lashed back with a mule kick from his position on hands-and-knees. The strike was slow and ineffectual, easily dodged by the muscled monarch. The Ivory King climbed over Mulezan's hips and reached under his arms. With shocking speed he brought his hands up and around, locking his fingers behind the ape-kin's head in a full nelson. With incredible strength, the powerful King pulled Mulezan to his feet and forced the white man's chin to his chest.
The Ivory King swung his bulging shoulders from left to right, tossing the once-mighty muscle god with him. The pressure on the back of Mulezan's head and shoulders was intense.
The Ivory King shouted out to Bondeko and Jane, his captivated audience (and soon to be sacrificial captives) "Watch this white man suffer under my power! I, Mandugu, am the most powerful man in the jungle!!"
Mulezan grunted in response, desperate to break free. But he could not. He could feel The Ivory King's rising manhood between his legs, separating the cheeks of his bubble butt. The Ivory King let up on the hold slightly, not wanting to knock Mulezan out just yet. He wanted the spirits to see his complete dominance so their windy whispers across the canopy would be heard by the monkeys, the chattering gossips of the Jungle, who would then quickly spread the stories of how gloriously he had defeated the Mighty Mulezan!
The Ivory King adjusted his position, moving so his cock head pressed into Mulezan's ass. The feral fighter struggled as hard as he could, but he could not get leverage. The Ivory King's monstrous black cock was as hard as iron against Mulezan's thickly muscled glutes. The Ivory King was making it clear that he intended to force his huge cock inside Mulezan, to fuck him in front of the jungle-man's friend Bondeko, and the pious and proper Jane Galloway.
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| The Ivory King adjusted his position so his cock head pressed into Mulezan's ass |
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| Ivory King's black cock was as hard as iron against Mulezan's thickly muscled glutes |
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| Ivory King intended to force his huge cock inside Mulezan... |
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| ... and fuck Mulezan in front of the pious and proper Jane |
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| Mulezan tried to clench, twist and shift to break loose |
Mulezan tried to clench, twist and shift to break loose, but it was useless. The primal-man realized that The Ivory King was too strong. The Ivory King let Mulezan drop, so that he landed on all fours. Mulezan struggled to rise and face The Ivory King, only to be met with a fist to the side of his face. POW! UNH! Mulezan collapsed flat on the rock floor. The Ivory King stepped over Mulezan straddling him confidently.
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| Ivory King Triumphant? |
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| Ivory King stands on the neck of his downed foe! |
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| The New King of the Jungle??? |
He reached down and yanked off Muleza's loincloth. The Ivory King tossed the loincloth aside and admired his naked prey. Mulezan could barely rise up, it was all he could do to remain conscious. With a pleased look, the chief slipped down his snakeskin pouch, releasing a huge python-sized black cock. The Ivory King was getting ready to collect his prize. "I beat the crap out of him and now I will fuck him hard. I will make him my bitch. I will make Mulezan beg before I finished him off," The Ivory King thought, approaching his prey cautiously.
Mulezan was expecting any moment the warrior to jump on him. But The Ivory King’s eyes went over Mulezan’s head. Mandugu grew cocky, showing off to the stunned Bondeko and Jane, as well as to Mulezan. His big black biceps displayed to great effect, posing, exhibiting his virile strength, exulting in his warrior power, glorying in his manful nakedness. His arms hardened out to his sides, elbows up, his biceps bulged. The supreme warrior, the perfect muscle-hunk, The Ivory King showed off his naked physique. Bondeko and Mulezan could not help but pop boners in response to this magnificent display and even virtuous, pious missionary Jane grew moist at the sensual spectacle of muscle and masculinity. True it was all at the expense of Mulezan’s ridicule down in the dirt, but at the moment Mandugu seemed every inch a king, worthy of awe, and sovereign in his supremacy and raw sexuality. The Ivory King flaunted his power and nakedness, he displayed his manly prowess, disdainful of the cur in the dirt and reveling in how he had shown up the Lord of the Jungle.
Bondeko stirred from his shocked paralysis and lustful captivation with the gleaming, sweat-glistened, masculine, muscular, melanoid, magnificence of Mandugu, moves at long last, to help his friend, but he and Jane find themselves held back by phantom hands of the pygmy spirits that haunted this wood.
The King of the Jungle writhed on the ground. He could feel The Ivory King's feet at his side. Out of instinct, he thrust his hands back and grabbed Mandugu's ankles. Using his incredible strength and speed, he managed to pull the The Ivory King's feet out from under him, toppling him back.
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| Mulezan catches Ivory King with an Uppercut to his balls |
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| The blow to his big balls makes Ivory King bellow like a bull being castrated |
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| A shocked Ivory King staggered back, giving Mulezan a much needed breather |
A shocked Ivory King fell hard, unable to brace himself in time. Mulezan scrambled up to his feet, but he could barely stand. Through glassy eyes, he looked at The Ivory King who was rising slowly with a wry smile on his face.
The Ivory King moved in cautiously, but confidently. Mulezan moved away slowly. When The Ivory King came close enough, Mulezan sprang. Mulezan was the fastest men in the jungle and he was able to surprise The Ivory King with his reflexes. The Ivory King moved to block Mulezan, but he was a fraction too slow. Both men crashed onto the terrain, with The Ivory King taking the brunt on his back.
OOF! The Ivory King grunted as Mulezan quickly straddled him. Mulezan swung a fist across The Ivory King's face. WHACK! As Mulezan brought down his other fist, The Ivory King reached up and grabbed it. Mulezan and The Ivory King struggled. Mulezan change the face punch to a forearm across his broad chest. The Ivory King's powerful pecs were able to withstand the blow and Mulezan lost his balance atop the mighty warrior-king.
The Ivory King bucked his hips upwards and twisted, throwing Mulezan off. Both men scrambled to their feet, circling. WHACK! WHACK! The Ivory King immediately connected with two powerful fists and Mulezan was unable to block either. Both men were more cautious than they had previously been. They moved in close again, ready to lock up. Before Mulezan could react, Ivory King drove his hand into the ape-kin's throat. The jungle stud's mighty muscles were rendered useless as he stumbled back, struggling to breathe! Ivory King sauntered forth confidently. He spread his arms wide and balled his hands into fists.
WHACK! Ivory King plowed a fist to the side of the choking muscle man's head. Mulezan stumbled, almost toppling. Ivory King took control. The Warrior King stalked the mighty jungle stud. WHOMP! Ivory King lifted his foot into Mulezan's abs. WHOMP! Another kick and Mulezan was doubled over on his knees. BWAP! THWACK! Next came a kick to Mulezan's side below his ribs that sent Mulezan to his hands and knees, Mulezan crawled to his side, trying to buy time. His throat felt better, no serious damage, but he knew he couldn't continue to be Ivory King's punching bag.
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| Ivory King got revenge for the punch to his balls |
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| Mulezan paid the price for his previous low blow. |
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| Mulezan bellowed out in agony as Ivory King crushed his nuts |
Ivory King flexed for Mulezan, showing his power. The Ivory King was poised to defeat Mulezan. Ivory King waited for Mulezan to rise, staying behind him, stalking him. Mulezan rose cautiously, finally able to breathe. When Mulezan reached his feet, Ivory King struck!
For a moment everything went black and the white warrior sank to the hard ground.
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| The Ivory King stood over Mulezan's body |
The Ivory King stood over Mulezan's unconscious body. He smiled broadly. Mulezan was helpless. Now Ivory King was the King of the Jungle. The defeated Mulezan would serve as a sign to those who would to challenge his leadership. The Ivory King stepped away and took a drink from one of the water skins, then poured water on the unconscious Mulezan to revive him. He wanted Mulezan to be awake when he fucked him. Ivory King's monster cock was rock hard from the thrill of victory. "You're finished, Mulezan. One-on-one, man-against-man, you were no match for me. I will fuck you right here. Fuck you like the animal you are. Humiliate you in every way possible. I will fill your ass and stomach with cum until you can't take any more." Ivory King said to the re-awakening Mulezan.
Taking time to gloat over one's enemies, while immensely satisfying, is dangerous in a fight, especially against a feral warrior like Mulezan, raised by bonobos who had learned JUNGLE combat rules! Mulezan crashed his fist into Mandugu's swollen loins that were dripping pre-cum in anticipation of claiming the White Warrior's cherry.
Mandugu let loose a soprano howl, allowing Mulezan time to scramble back and assume a warrior crouch. Just then he saw The Ivory King charging at him at full speed. The mighty ape-kin was able to dodge the charge, although just barely. The Ivory King went tumbling to the ground, skidding a few feet before coming a stop. The powerful warrior was stunned by the impact with the ground for a moment. Mulezan suppressed his animal-like instincts and used his human intelligence. He tried to anticipate Ivory King's next move, realizing he could not simply overpower this foe.
Mulezan quickly ran up behind the massive ebony warrior-sovereign warrior. The white muscle god grabbed The Ivory King's huge right arm from behind and wrenched it back half way up his back. He locked his left hand around the back of The Ivory King's neck and pressed the strong man into the ground. Mulezan buried his knee into the small of The Ivory King's back.
The Ivory King struggled under Mulezan's powerful grip. Mulezan pushed all his weight on top of his opponent. The Ivory King moaned in pain. Mulezan pulled his arm up further,till he thought it would break, but the King would not give. Men, like Mandugu, do not surrender.
Frustrated that the giant ebony warrior would not submit to the arm lock, Mulezan released the grip and backed off slowly. The Ivory King slowly rose to his knees. He shook out his arm. Then he rose and charged again!
As The Ivory King came close, Mulezan spun around and threw a fist, striking the side of The Ivory King's head. The big black muscle man went sprawling to the side. The Ivory King went down onto his stomach once again.
Mulezan was quickly on top of the stunned slab of beef. This time, he wrapped his arms around The Ivory King's neck and proceeded to choke the muscled warrior. The Ivory King grunted as the pressure increased. The Ivory King bucked under the white man atop him. He struggled to free himself.
Mulezan was clearly in control, but he underestimated The Ivory King. The warrior slipped a free hand behind him between the dominant white man's legs. Mulezan's large, low-hanging balls were easy to find. He twisted his hand and grabbed them tightly! One hand grabbed at his opponent’s balls while his other fist rammed pain right through to the ape-kin’s backbone. These massive paws clenching and crunching with one hand on his adversary's balls, thumping and pounding with the other hand curled into a hammer fist striking into the anvil of Mulezan's guts. This was done, repeatedly, mercilessly. Over a half-dozen quick devastating punches smashed an earthquake of pain into Mulezan’s screeching stomach.
Mulezan let out a grunt of pain and had to release the choking sleeper hold. The Ivory King squeezed hard. He released the grip and spun around, fist cocked. Mulezan was bent over nursing the burning agony in his crushed balls, heaving for breath. The Ivory King pounded his fist into Mulezan's jaw, sending the ape-friend to the ground. The mighty King of the Jungle saw stars as the pain from his balls was compounded by a punch that could have put down even the strongest man!
The Ivory King rose to his feet and towered over the struggling Jungle King. He was also stunned slightly from Mulezan's earlier punch. But he knew he had to take the advantage while he had it. The Ivory King reached in again between Mulezan's legs, grabbing hold of his tender balls. With his grip secured, The Ivory King lifted up, bringing the atavistic rustic to his feet.
With his free hand, he grabbed Mulezan around the back of the neck. The Ivory King released Mulezan's balls and grabbed a handful of the white man's thick bubble butt. With ease, he lifted the primeval brute into the air over his head. He lifted upwards, laying Mulezan across his broad shoulders in a backbreaker! The naked ape-friend cried out as Mandugu yanked down on his throat and leg.
The Ivory King put all his strength into the hold, practically folding the primal man's naked body in half! Mulezan groaned in pain, unable to hide the effect this hold was having on him. He moaned as The Ivory King circled around, bouncing and squatting to increase the pressure and keep Mulezan helpless. The Ivory King circled for a moment, savoring his position then slammed the ape-pal down to the ground. Mulezan cried out in pain.
The ripped Ivory King reached down and pulled rustic brute up by his hair again. He drove a driving popeye-size forearm to the small of the helpless jungle-man's aching back! WHAM! The thick forearm pounded through the muscle and right into the lower spine, already weakened from the backbreaker!
Mulezan staggered, desperate to escape, fearing the Ivory King would break his back. WHAM! Again, Ivory King yanked Mulezan back into another blow. This time Mulezan's legs gave out and he tumbled down to his knees,
Within seconds, The Ivory King had Mulezan's balls in hand again. He forced him to his feet once more. He pulled Mulezan in close, so they were standing face to face. The pain showed on Mulezan's face, but he did not become King of the Jungle by giving in this easily. Mulezan brought his arms up and boxed The Ivory King's ears!
The royal warrior was more stunned than hurt, but he released Mulezan's balls, which was the goal. Mulezan longed to massage his tender groin, but knew he could not pause for even a moment. The Ivory King was as strong as he was, if not stronger!
Mulezan forward to slam his fist into The Ivory King's chin, but the warrior blocked it. He grabbed Mulezan's fist in his own, swinging a fist forward. Mulezan managed to catch the fist himself. The two men struggled, each with a tight grip on the other's fist. They struggled, muscles flexing hard. Eventually, their hands shifted and the men ended up with locked hands in a test of strength!
The Ivory King quickly gained an advantage, forcing Mulezan backwards. He pressed his advantage, reveling in his strength advantage.
Mulezan used the momentum to fall back, toppling the big black stud forward. Mulezan fell onto his back and thrust his right foot up, planting it deeply into The Ivory King's midsection. The Ivory King's abs held, but Mulezan was only getting him ready for something better. Mulezan kept his fingers locked in The Ivory King's as he flipped his opponent overhead. The black warrior went flying over Mulezan, crashing onto the ground behind him. The impact winded him as Mulezan kept rolling until he was on top of The Ivory King, schoolboy pinning him to the ground!
Mulezan used his advantage, slamming two fists across The Ivory King's face. His majesty tasted blood as he fought for consciousness. In desperation, he brought his head forward quickly, slamming his forehead into Mulezan's over-sized cock and balls which rested at his chin. Mulezan's tender balls sent shock-waves of pain through his body.
The Jungle savage staggered off The Ivory King. He was crouched over holding his groin. The Ivory King tried to shake out the cobwebs as a debilitated Mulezan tried to focus on something other than his own manhood throbbing with pain. The royal stud charged up, moving to tackle Mulezan, but the simian-minded savage was ready. He moved left and drove a hard knee into The Ivory King's midsection. The Ivory King doubled over and Mulezan brought both his forearms across the back of his neck like a guillotine!
The Ivory King fell to the ground barely moving. Mulezan sat across The Ivory King's ass and reached forward, pulling him up and back by the chin. Mulezan wrapped his arms around The Ivory King's neck.
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| Mulezan wrapped his arms around The Ivory King's neck |
He squeezed with all his might. The pressure woke The Ivory King up, causing him to buck wildly under the big white jungle-man. Mulezan held on tightly, wrapping his arms as tightly as possible.
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| Mulezan held on tightly, wrapping his arms as tightly as possible |
No matter how hard the powerful warrior threw his powerful muscled body around, he could not throw Mulezan off. The two studs rolled around with The Ivory King becoming more and more desperate.
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| The powerful warrior could not throw Mulezan off |
Mulezan was careful to keep his tender balls and cock buried against The Ivory King's ass and out of reach. When he couldn't get a grip on Mulezan's genitals, The Ivory King feared he was done. Everything was going dark as consciousness left him. It was done ... The Ivory King was down for the count.
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| Everything was going dark for The Ivory King |
Mulezan would have been well within the Jungle rules governing trial by combat to have killed The Ivory King. The malevolent spirits of the forest called to him through his anger and aggression to kill his foe. To Bondeko and Jane these calls for blood sacrifice sounded like wind rustling through the canopy. But Mulezan in the fever of bloodlust heard their call. Just then a crocodile surfaced in the nearby tributary of the Congo, and Mulezan heard the voices urging him to toss his adversary to the beast. But at the last moment, as Mulezan was just about to feed Ivory King to the crocodile, Jane [who like all white English women was smitten by the BBC (Big Black Cock)] intervened on the Ivory King's behalf and begs Mulezan to spare his life. This broke the spell of influence of the dark spirits of the wood.
Getting a body out of the jaws of a crocodile is a tricky business, especially with themit thrashing about, so when the business was done, he was definitely cursing 'that crazy English Mzungu bish' under his breath. Still the sight of Mulezan beating the Ivory King and then the crocodile, had Jane in a lovesick trance.
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| Mulezan starts to feed Ivory King to the crocodile but Jane intervenes at the last moment |
HISTORICAL ASIDE:
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| Ivory King Captured |
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| Honey, pack up, we're moving to America |
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| OK, it took a little convincing |
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| I wonder what our future in America will be like? |
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| Ivory Queen, future American millionairess |
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| Tyroneu, future member of the U.S. Congress |
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| I. K. Mandugu, River boat gambler and rake known as 'The Wizard', parlayed his winnings into a vast fortune investing in the trade of rubber for burgeoning auto industry of the early 20th century |
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| He Americanized his name to Ivory Kenneth Mandrake to integrate better into the New World, a surname his family use to this day. |
The family was settled in New Orleans. where the Galloway family had business interests. With a modest stake provided by the Galloway Trust, Mandugu became a notorious riverboat gambler and rake, known as the 'Wizard' of the Mississippi. He anglicized his name to Ivory Kenneth Mandrake in order to blend in better in his adopted land. Ivory Mandrake used his gambling winnings to invest in the ivory and rubber trades, the latter which blossomed with the rise of the automobile. Ivory Mandrake was useful to Harvey Firestone in his dealings with Liberia, although the Mandrakes were never invited to the Firestones' home.
Ivory's wife, Amadi was an entrepreneur in her own right. She founded Mandugu Cosmetics, and Bondeko Bond "Works Like Black Magic" became the world's leading hair straightening product for women of color, Amadi and Ivory Mandrake became some of the first African-American multi-millionaires. The former King and Queen were quite prominent in the New Orleans and New York social circles, despite(or perhaps because of) the former King's proclivity to have liaisons with women of all races and classes. One of the 29 known offspring of those scandalous liaisons, was the ancestor of our Tyrone. (While not an heir to the Mandrake fortune, Tyrone had his prep school and college education paid for by the Mandugu Foundation.
Today ManduguCo International is one of the world's largest majority black owned businesses, having diversified into such businesses as helium mines, protein bars, depleted uranium artillery shells and cat food for the export market. Young Tyroneu (anglicized to Tyrone) attended Harvard College of business, and went into the family business, before being elected to the U.S. Congress.
Upon her death at age 97, Amadi was the wealthiest black female in America, as reported by the Wall Street Journal. Her grandchildren, great grandchildren, and great great grandchildren would listen endlessly to her stories about her youth in Africa, but assumed they were fairy tales. Her world famous emerald necklace, the fabulous Star of Confefe, remains on permanent display at the Smithsonian Institution to this day.
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JANE ENRAPTURED
Jane focus is drawn away from lustful thoughts of Mandugu, and onto her rescuer, Mulezan. The once pious Jane is completely smitten by the heroic and powerful Mulezan. Her thoughts toward him not in any way virtuous or pious.
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| Oh my, you have muscles on top of muscles, Mulezan! |
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| ♥♥♥ My hero! ♥♥♥ |
Mulezan soaked in the admiration, praise, kisses and caresses of the grateful Jane. She did flap her gums a bit much for his taste, Mulezan was used to native woman, who assuming him to be a supernatural being, didn't talk, just sucked cock, gave up pussy, darned loin cloths and cooked. Jane was definitely a yapper, and even now between kisses and caresses was needlessly vocalizing.
With his victory over the Ivory King, the pygmy necromancer, and the python Humo, plus the gem being recovered and Jane rescued and returned to the protection of Bondeko, Mulezan thought there would finally be some peace in the Ukotho. His enemies were in disarray: there was rebellion in Kilemoftu now that Mandugu was gone, all of the Colonial administration of the Congo reeled from pressure from European creditors, and with the district's Force Publique, greatly depleted, native unrest threatened the rubber plantations, mines and Ivory trade exasperating these economic woes. Jane who was far more versed in broader affairs than the rustic Mulezan, convinced Mulezan that the colonial authorities would be far too busy trying to keep what they had, to attempt to conquer new areas. Thus Mulezan relaxed and decided that a visit to his Bonobo family was in order, now that external threats to the region had come to an end. He had to introduce them to Jane, who was now his Jungle side-chick.
Commissioner Léon Fiévez had other ideas. He had a scheme to extend commercial ventures such as rubber plantations, across his district and make a profitable venture out of this tropical hellhole, whatever the cost. Surveying a large pile of severed hands of recalcitrant natives, he turned his attention back to the report on the fall of Mandugu, and the collapse of his program for the acquisition of that area.
"Apparently," he mused, "this Mulezan was the crux of the problem, although such a savage could not possibly be the brains of the operation, no doubt this uneducated barbarian served the disruptive and duplicitous feminine plans of that insufferably meddlesome missionary woman Jane Galloway. For a female, she could be as clever as she was annoying. Both of them must be liquidated if my plans were to come into fruition!"
"Merde! Ivory King, my ass! One cannot trust these native leaders to get anything IMPORTANT done, this will take BELGIAN ingenuity." --he muttered. He knew just the man he would need to remove these obstacles to his plans, a great hunter by the name of Jacob van Rijswijck, who was very useful in handling such seemingly intractable problems PERMANENTLY!
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Continued in Mulezan Part Three: Mulezan vs. the Hunter-The Greatest Game
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But NEXT UP Your Mule meets up with an Old Adversary!
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For those who can't get enough Tarzan-related stories, while you are waiting for the next installment, check out THE ROCK TARZAN blog.
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But NEXT UP Your Mule meets up with an Old Adversary!
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| MIKE |
ROLL EXIT THEME!
