Superverse

First read An Agent of Evil Strikes Against the Jungle Hero

11:49 AgentDerekSteel: My eyes are hard as two steel daggers as I look down at your broken body. My mouth twists into an evil smile as I take in the sight of the mighty Tarzan, Lord of the Jungle, broken, burned, mutilated lying helpless at my feet. How the mighty have fallen. I hear your groggy question as you raised your head, forcing your broken jaw to make a single word. I'm almost positive that the entrance to the shrine was guarded in some way, trapped no doubt. And although I had broken Tarzan's body, I had not yet finished breaking his mind and spirit. In order to ensure that he would provide me the details of the traps and not attempt to double cross me, I needed to break his mind and spirit. Now was the time.
11:51 AgentDerekSteel: I reached down harshly, and gripped your cock, my fingers seized it in a steel hard grip, my fingers savagely crushing and digging into your mutilated cockhead, where the lye had partially eaten away the spongy flesh of your once proud cockhead, leaving behind a burned and ruined mess. I twisted it savagely, ruthless. My grip was so strong that I actually lifted you partially up off the ground by just my grip on your injured cock. I slapped you savagely across the face with my other hand, deliberately targeting your broken jaw as I snarled, "YOU WILL FUCKING ADDRESS ME AS SIR WHEN YOU SPEAK TO ME, MONKEY BOY! DO YOU FUCKING UNDERSTAND ME?" yt
01:01 Jungle_Hero_Tarzan: UUURRRGH.. I groaned loudly. I could not withhold my screams of agony anymore. Your fingers were meddling with my badly injured cockhead. The pain was unbearable. The stings of pain traveled across my spine and blasted into my brain. It was sadistic torture. As you pulled me up by the cock, I felt my lower back and butt been lifted off the ground. UUURRRG ... DON'T PLEASE. DON'T .. AAARRRGH... i shook my head and got your strong hand slapping hard against my broken jaw. It further dislodged the broken bone. I could hardly speak now. DON'T ... AARRGH.. my words sounded weird. I did not say SIR. I refused to and got slapped again. I was a feisty son-of-a-bitch. Alghouth helpelssly broken and destroyed, I somehow managed to find a tiny spark of defiance.
01:02 Jungle_Hero_Tarzan: I turned my head toward you and spoke no words. My eyes looked into yours with renewed anger although they looked weaker now. But I insulted your dominance and disrespcted you without uttering a single word. And I got another slap on the face that further hurt my jaws. Dammed. yt
08:03 AgentDerekSteel: It was just as I thought... I had not broken Tarzan nearly enough. You squirmed and pleaded for me to stop, but you refused to call me sir. I smiled grimly. I held you up, your body weight suspended partially by your ravaged, ruined cock. I stared into your eyes, my hard dominant gaze stabbing into you, seeing the defiance in your eyes as you refused to speak. I slapped your broken jaw again, then reached down to my tactical belt. I pulled out a small container. Suddenly, I spoke again. "You know what this is Monkey Boy?" I held out the container. "You should know. It comes from right here, in this Jungle. It's powdered velvet bean. The most casual contact with this powder will cause wild, uncontrollable itching and a savage rash. The itching is so severe it has caused men to go mad. Why don't we see what it does to you Tarzan?" Then, I open the container and sprinkle the itching powder all over your burned, cut, bleeding, acid-ravaged muscled torso.
08:05 AgentDerekSteel: I sprinkle the powder all over your face, inside your mouth and even sprinkle it in your eyes. I sprinkle it on your broken arm, and then finally, I let go of your ruined cock, and sprinkle the itching powder all over your mutilated cock and balls. Then, I snarl at you, "YOU MONKEY BOY? YOU FUCKING KING OF THE JUNGLE? YOUR JUNGLE BELONGS TO ME. I KNOW MORE ABOUT YOUR JUNGLE THAN YOU DO. I WILL FUCKING USE YOUR OWN JUNGLE TO DESTROY YOU. NOW, YOU WILL FUCKING ADDRESS ME AS SIR, DO YOU UNDERSTAND YOU FUCKING MONKEY BOY?" yt
14:30 Jungle_Hero_Tarzan: The chilling description of the effects of powdered velvet beans made me shiver. I was broken and badly injured. I could barely move my arms and legs. My cockhead was destroyed. And you had me trapped by the cock. My lower back off the ground. In an involuntary reaction, I shook my head as if pleading not to have this powder sprinkled over me. But my defiant stare met your dominat gaze and our eyes clashed in a fight of wills. I was not easy to crack. The jungle had taught me to endure pain and other hardships. I had been captured and tortured before. Not so viciously, but I knew what pain was and I knew that I cold endure a lot of it. How much of it? I didn't know, but perhaps I was about to learn.
14:42 Jungle_Hero_Tarzan: When the first particles of the powder touched my wounded torso, the fingers on my hands and the toes on my feet curled in agony. Mybiceps and the muscles of my arms tensed. The powder caused a mild pain as it came into contact with the open wounds. It did not take longer for the pain to turn into an itch that draw my hands toward the torso. As soon as my fingers touched the acid-ravaged chest and abs, I felt the wickedness of the self-inflicted pain. Scratching the acid-burnt skin caused further damage and pain. But the itching was getting more and more severe. The scratching also helped the powder not only to spread over the skin of my pecs and abs, but also to penetrated deep into the flesh. Dammed... I groaned loudly. I could not control myself. I tried to move my arms away from my torso and had trouble controlling my hands and fingers from curling and contorting in a weird fashion as they were taken by the craving to scratch the skin very badly. I shook my head again. Help. Help
14:50 Jungle_Hero_Tarzan: I had managed to control my arms and kept my own hands from worsening the wounds and hurting myself. My eyes rolled to the back of my head few times. My mouth wide opened gasped for air. And as I struggled against the powder sprinkled over my chest and abs, I felt the same powder landing on my face. Son-of-a-whore ... I quickly closed my eyes, but few particles had gently landed inside causing terrible reaction that forced me to squirt my eyes. My only hope was for the tears to wash the eyes and eliminate the partciles of that vicious velvet bean powder. My more powder landed over my face. It landed inside my mouth. Few particles stuck into my throat. The effect was devastating. I coughed. I tried to spit it out. The more I struggled, more particles penetrated deeper into my throat, nostrils and lungs. I groaned loudly trying to cope with the itching. Insane? I had heard that word from you. I had heard that it could lead a man to loose its sanity. And now, I was learning why.
14:56 Jungle_Hero_Tarzan: I continued to control my hands and avoided further scratching my pecs and abs. My fingers and toes curled in intense agony. So intense that the curling could cause the fingers and toes to break. The agony was clearly imprinted on those reactions. I was in trouble, deep trouble. I thought my situation couldn't get worse, but when I felt powder landing over my ruined cockhead, I knew I was doomed. The initial sensation was an acute pain that made me convulse. All the muscles on my body tensed and contracted wildly. I felt that you let go on my cock and my back dropped hard against the floor. I lost control over my body for few seconds. I had my eyes opened, but they rolled to the back of my head once again. I felt light foam building up at the side of my mouth. The convulsions were causing my arms, legs and back to hit hard against the floor. I was desperately trying to regained control over my muscles. My eyes came back and I could see you enjoying my suffering.
15:02 Jungle_Hero_Tarzan: My head twisted to the side almost breaking my neck. The foam on the side of my mouth started dripping on the floor. Despite all the struggle and pain, my eyes continued to fire defiance. A weakened defiant stare, but a defiance nonetheless. It might not please you in anyway but I was a tough nut to crack. I was not an easy man to subjugate. Also, I knew that you would need me to tell you how to go inside the shrine without been killed. But that information should die with me. I had inadverdetly told you the location of the shrine. Now, it was my duty to prevent you from getting it. But the pain was too vicious. The beating too violent. And the torture too wicked. I was not sure if I could hold the fortress of my muscles and not break into your demands. I was not going to call you sir. I would rather die. AARRRRRRRRRRGH... my cock was itching very badly. The itching was driving me insane. And now, I noticed that you were not restraining me or doing anything against me.
15:05 Jungle_Hero_Tarzan: You just watched me and waited for the itching to drive me crazy or made me destroy myself. I resisted a bit more. My arms ... my fingers ... I was struggling not to give in to the velvet bean powder. But ... I started to scratch. And scratch my skin very badly and in a painful way. To resist it would mean to go mad, but to give in .. .it meant to further the damage. And that was I did. I could cope the pain, but the psychological torture was too much for me to bear. It would lead me to talk what I did not want to talk. So I chose pain. yt
15:11 AgentDerekSteel: I quickly freed you from your bondage, there was no need any longer for it. I stood over you and watched with savage delight as the full theof the itching powder took effect. It was everything I could have hoped for. You thrashed your broken body, fighting the urge to scractch, you foamed at the mouth like the wild animal you were. Your head snapped violently back and forth. And yet still your eyes held a spark of defiance, even as I sprinkled the powder on your ruined cock and balls. Finally you used your one good hand to scratch deeply. I could tell what you were up to... You were trying to cause pain, to focus on the pain as a distraction against the itching. You were tough. You had a truly heroic spirit, resisting, fighting with every ounce of your being. But rather than discouraging me, it only fired me up. This was a challenge worthy of Derek Steel. To shatter such a hero... was a worthy challenge. You couldn't move your broken arm to scratch.
15:15 AgentDerekSteel: But you still had one good arm and hand you were using. Time to fix that. I stomped down suddenly, my boot pinning your forearm to the jungle floor. I reached down and grabbed the fingers of your hand in my tight, steel grip. With a smile, I bent your fingers backwards with my brutal strength. There was a sickening CRACKKKKKKKKKKK as I broke every single one of your fingers, bending them all backwards against the finger joints, crippling you, preventing you from scratching your itching body. My eyes found yours... your eyes were red, and a rash was breaking out all over your burnt and seared body from the itching powder. Your eyes were puffy deeply irritated, the deyhdration you had been subjected too was only getting more intense as your body tried to generate tears to clear your eyes of the powder. My steel hard gaze, dagger hard and sharp, drilled into your own eyes, drilled without mercy into your remaining defiance.
15:18 AgentDerekSteel: Without breaking eye contact, I pulled out a long metal rod from my tactical belt. I held it up so you could see it. I pushed a button on the end of the rod, and it sparked with a jolt of electricity. I started to smile, even as you continued to be assaulted by the itching powder. I speak in a deep, deep voice, rumbling with command and full of dominance and power. "YOU WILL CALL ME SIR, MONKEY BOY. I WILL BREAK YOU. I WILL OWN NOT ONLY YOUR BODY, BUT YOUR MIND. I WILL BREAK YOUR WILL TO RESIST." Now, unable to create pain to fight the itching, I was ready to add more to your torture and suffering. I sprinkled the metal rod, a stun baton, with velvet bean powder, coating the metal tip with the powder. Then, I spoke again. "Do you know Monkey Boy, that if a farmer wants to harvest a bull's semen, he sticks a rod like this up his ass, and delivers an electric shock to his prostate? The bull cannot resist. He ejaculates instantly."
15:22 AgentDerekSteel: I continue, "It's a kind of rape, reserved for animals. That is all you are Monkey Boy, an animal. You belong to me, as an animal would. Everything about you belongs to me. I will take every choice, every bit of your free will. You are MINE. Even the decision whether or not to cum, is NOW MINE!" Then, with savage cruelty, I drive the stun rod down, between your ass cheeks as your body convulses from the itching powder, and DRIVE that rod deep up your ass with a loud roar of pure, primal domination. The itching powder coating the rod begins to affect the lining of the inside of your ass, as I probe with the tip, and find your prostate. I know that in his state... with his cock so badly injured, with his body, and now even the inside of his ass, coated with itching powder, if I make him experience an orgasm, if I force him to experience pleasure, the combination will fuck his very spirit and will to resist. Not to mention that the orgasm is likely to be INCREDIBLY painful.
15:24 AgentDerekSteel: The further mix of agony and pleasure will be just the ticket I need to shatter his resistance. To break his heroic spirit once and for all. I pull the trigger. And hold it down. Usually, you just need to deliver one small shock to induce orgasm. But I plan on holding it down and sending you into orgasm ... after orgasm .... after mind-shattering, spirit-crushing, hero destroying orgasm. I bellow, into your face as I hold the trigger, down. "YOU WILL ADDRESS ME AS SIR, MONKEY BOY! DO YOU FUCKING UNDERSTAND ME?" yt
13:15 Jungle_Hero_Tarzan: I watched with horror and frustration your boot pinning my good arm against ground. I could no longer use my hand to scratch off the itching from my pecs and abs. But when you grabbed my fingers, I realized the predicament. UURURRRRRRGH... the ugly sound of broken bones sounded as loud as my scream of agony. My eyes filled with horror. I hoped that the pain could have at least filled my eyes with tears to wash them clean from the powder. But my body was too badly dehydrated and my eyes produced too little moisture to clean the powder residues. But it had helped to improve my vision enough for me to clearly see the electric pod in your hand. I had seen one of this devilish device before. I had been attacked with one of those. My pec muscles still remember the kick that a jolt of electricity could cause against solid muscle. Dammed. A freezing shiver traveled along my spine. While struggling against the itching without being able to scratch nor soothe it, I tensed my muscles.
13:22 Jungle_Hero_Tarzan: But your words penetrated my ears and tortured my brain. I was fighting against my fear of having the electric rod touching the strongest muscles of my body, but not even in my wild dreams I could have imagined that a mother-of-whore like you could think about sticking it into my ass. My heart was filled with terror. All the muscles tensed even further. The itching got worse. The fingers of my good hand curled in pain as well as the toes of my large strong feet. My head and neck contorted. My face was frown in agony. The rod had penetrated deep and I could feel that it was coated with the itching powder. I had never experienced such torment. I wanted pain. I wanted a lot of pain to replace the itching sensation. It was driving me insane. But at the same time, when I felt the rod touching my prostate, I chilling fear stroke me again. aaarrh ... I moan escaped from my throat. My whole body agonizing... dammed. It must have been a sight to see.
13:28 Jungle_Hero_Tarzan: My brain was also trying to fight your offensive words. Monkey boy. Animal. Rape. I was struggling to control my orgasm. I was poised to deny you of my cum. I refused to be milked by a man, but I also believe in your words that the elecitricty could make me cum like a bull having its semen harvested. My mouth was wide opened. I was gasping for air. My whole body continued to contort from the itching. I shook my head to the sides. Dammed. The tension was building up. I was trying to prepare for the discharge. Time seemed to have stopped. It was taking too long. The anticipation was shattering my will to fight. "No .. don't ... don't ....."
13:36 Jungle_Hero_Tarzan: AAAAAAARRRRRGH. At first, the electricity felt like a violent bite into the prostate and that pain shifted and started feeling as if blazing melting steel was being injected into them. My brain shut down for a moment and I could just imagine that the rest of my body reacted with a violent convulsion against the electric attack. My muscles tensed and bulged big. AARRRRGH... Stop.. AARRRGH.. St... AARRGH.. sto... stop... My brain thought I was yelling, but I was not sure if the words were coming out from my mouth. My will to resist was shattered. My fighting spirit crushed. I lost control over my body and I felt my cock hardening, my cum being ejaculated profusively ... the warm thick milk felt painful as it covered my destroyed cockhead. I felt the cum spilled over my abs, my thighs .. .it had not stopped gushing ... AARRRRRGH.. i screamed in agony. The electricity kept running across my whole body. I smell of burnt flesh filled the air.
13:37 Jungle_Hero_Tarzan: I was almost sure it was the smell of my burnt prostate. AAARRRRRRRHG... Stop.. Please... stop ... ... ..aarrgh.. stop, SIR. I could not believed that my mouth uttered that word I fought so long to hold back.
13:37 Jungle_Hero_Tarzan: yt
13:41 AgentDerekSteel: I watched you writhe as I pulled the trigger, your shattered body, once mighty and strong, now a burnt, broken, bleeding wreck, maimed and pitiful. You began to beg me, and I started to smile. I kept my gaze on your eyes the entire time, watching the fear and agony shatter the last spark of defiance in your heroic gaze as your ruined cock spewed your seed all over your sun burnt, acid scarred, whip lashed muscle. You began to scream for me to stop, but I did not. Then I heard you address me properly. AS sir. I had him. Had him now. I was going to kill Tarzan, that was for sure. But that would just be an afterthought. Right then... as you called me SIR, was when the mighty Lord of the Jungle, the legendary hero, Tarzan, died. I kept the electricity flowing into your ass a while longer, smelling the scent of burnt flesh, knowing what horrible damage it was doing to your prostate and ass. And then ... I stopped.
13:43 AgentDerekSteel: I released the trigger, and the stun baton went quiet. I bent down over you, slowly, menace and domination spearing out of my eyes and into yours like a sword being stabbed into your brain. I spoke very quietly. "Listen to me Monkey Boy. There is no more Tarzan. There is only my new pet, an animal formerly known as Tarzan. My possession. You will serve me utterly. If you do not, then I will simply pull the trigger again. Do you understand?" yt
13:57 Jungle_Hero_Tarzan: The pain from the electricity had gave a brief relief from the maddening itch. When you switched off the voltage, the brief relief was substituted by the stining pain of my burnt prostate. I moaned. I was too weak to scream in pain. My eyes were half-opened. My pecs waved but without the vigor it once had. I was at your mercy. I heard your words. I am no more Tarzan. I am your pet. But I was too weak to utter those words. My silence may have sounded like defiance to you. I shook my head like if nodding a negative answer to your last question. I wanted to say yes, that I had understood, but I was too weak now. Dammed. Please. I hoped you would understand it.
13:57 Jungle_Hero_Tarzan: yt
14:04 AgentDerekSteel: My eyes were hard, only a few inches from your face, as my hard, hairy mercenary muscle hovered over your shattered body. You were like an open book to me now. I could see into your shattered mind. You did not answer, but I knew it was not out of an attempt to be defiant, but instead because you were too weak to find your voice. I began to smile. I reached to my tactical belt and grabbed my canteen. I opened it, and gently poured a small stream of water into your parched mouth, and eyes, cleaning out a bit of the itching powder, and giving the taste of pure, clean water for the first time since I began to torture you. I spoke, and suddenly, my voice was completely different. My tone was soothing, tender almost, "Does it hurt Monkey Boy? You must be thirsty. Here, have a bit of water." I waited patiently as the water splashed across your parched mouth, your broken jaw. Then, casually almost, I squeezed the trigger on the stun baton still deeply inserted up your ass.
14:05 AgentDerekSteel: Delivering a brutalizing and savage shock to your fried prostate once again. I spoke calmly. "Now Monkey Boy, you begin to understand. The slightest disobedience will be met with unbearable agony. You are mine. My pet monkey. When I stop frying your ass, you had better find your voice. And then you had better start telling me how to disarm the traps on the way to the temple." yt
14:14 Jungle_Hero_Tarzan: I felt a brief relief when I saw that you had not switched on the prod still shoved into my ass. Instead, your tender voice calmed me down. I felt the small stream of water being poured on my mouth ... touching my lips, washing away the itching residues of the powder from my mouth. As the water hydrated my throat, I was remembered of how dehydrated I was. I was very weak, but hoped that the water would help me regain my strength. But without a warning, I felt a violent electric discharge hitting against my prostrate and causing my whole body to shiver, tense and convulse. I spitted the water out. I felt like I was about to vomit the water. And in the brief moments in which my brain was not focusing on the pain from being electrocuted, I wondered what I had done to deserve more pain. I was puzzled. But when you asked me how to disarm the traps on the way in to the temple reminded me of why were you doing all this. I did not want to speak about it. I did not want to betray my old friends
14:16 Jungle_Hero_Tarzan: But i had submitted to you. I had to obbey you. The dilemma tortured my brain and heart in a different way. And closed my eyes, my head moved down in prostration and I nodded as if replying with a "yes" . Yt
12:16 AgentDerekSteel: I watched in sadistic satisfaction as the once mighty hero convulsed like a puppet with all it's strings cut, spitting out the water I'd poured in his mouth. All that powerful muscle... that heroic resolve... burned, whipped, electrocuted, broken. From a mighty hero to a pathetic zero. I see you moving your head up and down nodding yes. I kept it on for just a few seconds longer than neccessary, because I enjoyed the sight of your suffering. Then I switched off the stun baton driven deep up your ass. I smile slowly, leaning over you. "Start talking monkey boy." yt
15:06 Jungle_Hero_Tarzan: The relief from the water hydrating and cleaning my throat turned into an agonizing drowning sensation. The brute agent was waterboarding me. The difference between medicine and poison is the dosage. I desperately tried to spit out the water and avoid the worse, but the flow was forcing it down into my throat. WHen you stopped, I felt a relief. I kept spitting out the water, but I could breath again. My pecs waved up and down insanely. I nod my head. I was agreeing to comply with your demands. I had broken me and was not forcing me to broke my promise to the shaman and the tribe.
15:09 Jungle_Hero_Tarzan: "Don't ... aarrgh... don't go inside the shrine." I mumbled while shooking my head and with my eyes half opened. "Too dangerous. Too ... uurrgrh... dange... don't go." I was loosing my mind. I was confused. "Stop the pain.. no more." I was in state of delirious mind. "The stone ceiling ... a trap. Don't go." yt
15:16 AgentDerekSteel: I watched the convulsions of your shattered muscle, once mighty, now a mere shadow of your former power, watched the water dribbling out of your mouth as you gasped and choked from the savage electrocution of your prostate. I listened to your words. The ceiling... trapped. I started to smile. I stood up. I spat down in your face, and kicked you brutally in your broken ribs. "Look at you... you are fucking pathetic Monkey Boy. You just betrayed the trust of the tribes in the jungle. You are worthless. Less than worthless. You are a traitor. Just an animal. A pet. A piece of trash." I kneel back down, smiling as I look in your eyes, "Tell me monkey boy, who is the new King of the Jungle? Let's hear you admit what we both know. Want to hear you say it." yt
15:29 Jungle_Hero_Tarzan: Your spit landed hot upon my face. It enraged me, but I was too weak to shotw it. AARRRRRGH... the hard tip of your boot shattered the already broken ribs. I could not even roll away from you as any movement sent voltages of pain and agony along my wounded body. I hated hearing you calling me 'monkey boy', but i could do nothing against it. And when I heard your words about me betrying the tribes, I knew it was true and it hurt me deep. Worthles. Traitor. Animal. Pet .. all this words pierced my sould like sharp blades cutting deep and painfully. "The new king of the jungle? No .. Why are you asking me to say that?" My words came out very weak and almost unaudible. "No. I will not say." I shook my head again. My eyes looked deep into yours. I could not resist any further. I could not cope with the pain. And with a weak and low voice, I mumbled a whisper .... "y-o-u ... "yt
15:36 AgentDerekSteel: I watched my words sink into your mind, slicing through the shreds of your pride and dignity like a knife. Exactly as they were intended. To root out the last of your resistance. I watch a small spark of defiance rise inside your gaze, then sink down, collapse into fear after you realized what your defiance would cost you. You hastily started to whisper ... but it was too late. I flipped the switch on the end of the baton, fishing around with the tip of the sparking, arcing baton to ensure it was firmly pressed against your prostate. I left it on, as your shattered muscle spasmed from the brutal current, and once more the smell of burnt flesh wafted up from your ass. Then, with a brutal grin, I stood over you, and pulled out my cock.
15:38 AgentDerekSteel: I sighed, pointing my dick right between your pecs, and released a heavy, hot stream of piss, the ammonia reacting savagely with the remnants of acid, itching powder, and electricity to cause small explosions where the piss contacted your ravaged muscle. I directed the stream down the middle of your torso, down your pecs, your ruined abs, your mutilated burnt cock, and finally at the tip of your asshole. Leaving a series of small explosions along your body, doing more horrific damage to your muscle on the way. I sigh in relief, "I needed that. That's all you are good for now, monkey boy. So, in the future, when I give you an order, or ask you a question, you will reply, instantly, without hesitation, won't you Monkey Boy?" I switch off the electric baton, and grin down into your face, taking in the sight of the new damage to your muscle, caused by those miniature explosions. yt
15:44 Jungle_Hero_Tarzan: AARRRRGH.. i cried out loudly as the high voltage started burning my prostate again. The back of my head hit hard against the ground as the electricity forced me to throw my head backwards with such a force that my whole neck looked elongated. The muscles and veins along the neck visible. My eyes wide opened. My mouth as well. My fingers and toes curled in pain. The electric current was flowing throughout my body. All muscles tensed like rock. All veins showing. My heart was pumping insanely hard. I could be at the brink of a heart attack. I was shaking wildly. I felt you had released the baton but had left it on inside me. I was hopeless.
15:51 Jungle_Hero_Tarzan: The started feeling hot liquid splashing over my chest. It had a strong odor of ammonia. I struggled to move my eyes toward you and saw you cock out of your pants and the jet stream of your piss hitting me hard on the chest. It was painful. The acid, the lye powder ... all the pain came back in a thundering way against my torso. The piss made my skin more conducive and the electricity felt like biting deeper into my muscles. As your piss washed my abs and cock, blue sparks of electrons jumped from one spot of my body to the other making cracking noises all over my ruined muscles. I was being burnt alive. I could smell the fetid scent of ammonia mixtured with my sweat and burnt flesh ccoming up from the vapor rising from my warm skin. The ordeal continued for a few more seconds that felt like eternity. I shook my head with great difficulty. I felt I was going to die very soon if you didn't stop it. AARRRRRRGH.. Dammed.
15:54 Jungle_Hero_Tarzan: And in a sudden, I felt the electricity gone. The baton had been switched off. My muscles were allowed to relax in a sudden and remained laid on the floor. Defenseless. I breathed hard. Vapor continued to arise from my hot skin. Residual electricity continued to spark across the wounded spots along my torso, arms and legs. "Stop. No more. Please. No more." --- I broke and pleaded for my life for the first time. 'Damn
15:54 Jungle_Hero_Tarzan: yt
15:56 AgentDerekSteel: I examined the new burns savagely marring your ruined muscles, smoke and the smell of burnt flesh wafting up from them. The look in your eyes was full of pure fear. You pleaded with me to stop. "Who is the new King of the Jungle, monkey boy?" my voice was hard as steel, and I started to bend down to reach for the switch on the end of the baton shoved up your ass. yt
15:58 Jungle_Hero_Tarzan: "You." I lost no time to reply. "You are."yt
16:04 AgentDerekSteel: I chuckled, "That's right Monkey Boy." I reached down, and grabbed your ankle, the same ankle of the leg with your shattered knee. Savagely, I dragged you across the jungle floor like a piece of meat, bouncing you over hard stones and through thorny bracken, to a small stream. I dragged your brutalized body into the flowing water, and cruelly, held you under the water, completely submerged, washing all the acid, my piss, and itching powder, and lye off you. I left you under there, smiling sadistically, until you were cleaned off. Then, I held you even longer, until the bubbles rising from your submerged head began to slow down, to just the point where you were in danger of drowning. I yanked you up by your broken right arm, my muscles rippling with power as I squatted low, positioning your shattered body over my shoulder. Then, I headed off down the trail, to the entrance of the ancient shrine. An elaborate stone arch, nearly hidden by overgrown vines.
16:08 AgentDerekSteel: I peered inside the shrine with my flashlight, carefully, meticulously examining every inch of the small spherical chamber. On the walls, in alcoves, I spied collections of gems and precious idols fashioned out of pure gold. I nodded. Fuck yes. This was the motherlode. This was worth even more than the fee the Syndicate was paying me to get rid of you. I dumped you down onto the jungle floor, and spat down in your face. "Watch monkey boy. Watch the King of the Jungle work his magic. Watch the fruits of your treachery. Watch the consequences of your pathetic weakness... the results of your betrayal." yt
16:15 Jungle_Hero_Tarzan: AARRRGH.. .AARRGH.. UURRRGH.. I cried out as you grabbed my ankle and pulled against my leg. My shattered knee ached like hell. Not only the broken bones were sending agonizing pain, but the pulling of my whole weight through that leg caused my nerves to split and send painful shots of agony throughout the leg. The small rocks on the ground hurt my body as if they were small claws cutting into my flesh. I felt the cold water falling over my body. It felt good, but in no time, you pushed my head down into the water and I struggled to push it out. I held my breath. Caught by surprise, I had not inhaled enough oxygen. I was drowning. I suddenly stopped moving. I was slowly descending into the arms of death when you suddenly pulled me off. I spit water from my lungs and breath deeply. I was alive. AARRF.. ARF... arf...
16:21 Jungle_Hero_Tarzan: You worked on my broken arm. Lifted me up to your shoulder. My whole body ached. You forced my torso and back to bend over your shoulders. It was not comfortable. And I saw the stone arch of the shrine emerging from the dense vegetation of the jungle. You had found it. I felt distressed. My failure to protect the shrine had been complete. As you carried me inside the sacred place, I saw the magnificent collection of gems and gold. I had not seem them for quite a while now. I could feel your excitment. I could feel your arousal. Your muscles tensed and felt even stronger. You violently dropped me on the cold stone floor and walked toward the gems ...I had advised you about the traps, but you were mesmerized by the gems. I was not going to say a word. I was going to let you walk toward your death ....yt
16:29 AgentDerekSteel: I knew exactly what I was looking for. This wasn't the first ancient temple I had plundered. Indiana Jones had a fucking lot to learn from me. I glanced down at you, and saw the expression on your face. I stared into your eyes, and saw the merest hint of defiance still reflected there. Ahhhhhhhhh... he thought I had become so enraptured by my greed that I forgot his warning. The most fitting punishment for this last spark of defiance was to watch what I did next. I turned away from Tarzan's shattered body, and pulled out my machete from my tactical belt. I selected a long low hanging branch from one of the many trees. My muscles bunched and flexed, and I swung, slicing the limb clean off the tree. In under a minute, with expert strokes of my blade, I had stripped the branch of it's leaves and smaller limbs. I hefted the branch, and walked over to the entrance of the temple, ignoring Tarzan for the moment.
16:34 AgentDerekSteel: What would happen next would shatter the last vestiges of his hope and defiance. During my careful examination of the shrine, my highly trained eyes had spotted one stone embedded in the floor that was very slightly raised above it's neighbors. My muscles heaved, cords stood out on my neck, every single hard, hairy, sweaty muscle in my powerful body rippled with power as I held the massively heavy branch straight out, a feat of strength that even Tarzan, when he was at the peak of his strength, would find challenging. I lowered the branch carefully, until it touched the stone, then, from a very safe distance, I pressed down. The stone depressed, and immediately, the ceiling caved in. The shrine, now open to the sky, was clogged with shattered stones. But ... the alcoves containing their treasure were still accessible. I worked quickly, scrambling over the rubble, robbing the shrine of it's priceless treasures, stuffing them in my back pack.
16:36 AgentDerekSteel: Then, lightly, I leap on the ground next to you, my powerful body covered in sweat, my eyes gleaming with evil triumph. I look down into your face. "Thanks traitor. You've just made me a very rich man. And proven how totally misguided your tribes were to make the mistake of thinking that a pathetic, weak willed, loser like you, a mere animal, good for nothing but to be pissed on, to be my slave, was a hero worthy of their trust." yt
16:45 Jungle_Hero_Tarzan: I saw you cutting the large branch and cleaning it off from the small branches and leafs. You muscles looked impressive carrying that heavy piece of log. I watched you poistioning the branch over a stone and letting its weight to activate the trap. The ceiling fell over. I watched you moving over the debris on the floor and finding access to the gems and gold. It was the end. You got the treasure. You got it all. I had failed. I was nothing. I did not deserve to live. My heart felt squeezed. Heavy sadness fell over me. I did not deserve to live, I thought to myself once again. My eyes were teary. I dropped my head backwards. I heard your words piercing into my ears. I lost the battle. I was my sould. I was lost. I lost it all ...
16:45 Jungle_Hero_Tarzan: yt
16:49 AgentDerekSteel: I grinned, and heaved your broken carcass up over my shoulder, savouring the look of total and utter defeat in your eyes. I trekked through the jungle, and made my way to the small hut of the Chief Shaman set away by itself, isolated from the other tribesmen, the son of the Shaman, who on his deathbed, had entrusted you with the secret of the shrine. He came out of his hut, and when he saw your broken, burned body dumped like garbage on the ground, he stood stock still, shock and horror rooting him to the ground. I open the backpack, and he sees the sacred idols, and his shock grows wider. His expression is one of disbelief, fear, uncertainty as he looks down at you.
16:50 AgentDerekSteel: I reach down, and grab your hair, pulling you up to make you face the Chief Shaman. I snarl, "Tell him monkey boy, tell him that I am your new master. Tell him that I have replaced you as King of the Jungle, and he and his people now answer to me. Tell him that you are not worthy to be their protector because you are a traitor. A betrayer of their sacred trust." yt
16:54 Jungle_Hero_Tarzan: I looked at the Chief Shaman. My eyes showing defeat. "I am sor..." UURRRGH. I felt the back of your hand slapping my face. "I betrayed the sacred trust." I could not lower my head. You had me by the hair. "I am not the King of the Jungle. I am not ... " I was breathing hard. My pecs waved up and down. "I am not worthy to protect the jungle. Not worthy to protect the shrine." My eyes were teary. My legs too weak to stand on my own. My arms, shoulders and once powerful pecs were all sagged down. yt
16:57 AgentDerekSteel: I nodded. Then, I reached down, and grabbed your balls in one hand, my grip on your hair savagely tight in the other. My powerful muscles rippled and surged as I heaved you up over my head, crushing your balls in my grip, military pressing you over my head, the blood from your wounds dripping down onto my shoulders. Then, with a roar that echoed through the jungle, I dropped to one knee, every single muscle in my powerful body surging as I brought the small of your spine down across me knee. The sickening CRACKKKKKKKKKKKKK of your shattering spine echoed across the small clearing in front of the Shaman's hut. The Shaman's expression remained frozen in horror. I shoved your body, your spine now broken, off my knee like garbage.
16:59 AgentDerekSteel: I reached out and snatched the ceremonial spear out of the shocked Shaman's hand, raised it up, and brought it down with finality. I looked deep into your eyes as I smiled evilly, sinking the spear into your muscled left pec, driving it down into your heart. Ending once and for all the Legend of Tarzan... once mighty, noble, powerful ... defender of the Jungle... defeated and executed by the notorious, ruthless mercenary ... Agent Derek Steel. I hold onto the spear driven into your chest and snarl at the Shaman. "Kneel before your new king." Trembling in terror, he kneels, his head bowed in acceptance... He knew the Law of the Jungle. yt
17:04 Jungle_Hero_Tarzan: I felt my spine split against the power of your knee. Life had mostly left my body now. I saw you approaching. I noticed the ceremonial spear in your hand. And in no time, I felt the cold spear piercing through my heart. My eyes and mouth opened wide. Just a faint moan escaped from my throat. It was the end. Vision blurred. The dark night fell over me although it was the middle of the day. Sounds, vision, sensations .. all gone. It was the end.
17:04 Jungle_Hero_Tarzan: THE END.

Published: 2022-04-02, viewed 101 times.