The world of JungCava is a world of thriving prehistoric and exotic Wildlife it is an age of wandering nomadic tribes who are at War. 2 peoples similar yet so different JungleWomen & CaveWomen known for their skills with a Bow, Spear, Club, & Survival. Their Beauty was without question and only challenged by the Voluptuous Muscular Beauties of their rival Tribes.
Cave Princess Sandrah, & Bouldra while hunting had decided to rest, and bath in a nearby stream it was here they came across Jungle Princess Leafah, & Sunneh. Like their mothers the young women had long glorious hair of Golden Blonde, and Cinnamon Brown. Their eyes an emerald green facing a crystal blue their enormous tits bouncing, and jiggling as they turned to face each other naked the 4 young woman were silent.
Snarling the sisters glanced at each other grasping the hilt of their fateful patu, the greenstones slick with river water. As they lunged Sandrah, & Leafah circled in waist high water seeking for the opening as they slashed or stabbed trying to make her rival expose a flaw in their technique. Bouldra, & Sunneh disappeared as they smacked into each other only the occasional arm, or leg could be seen. Beneath the surface both princess held nothing back biting, clawing, and punching with wild abandon both desperately trying to drown the other. Sandrah, & Leafah circled wary of her opponents Patu the weapon easily capable of delivering a fatal blow. The Initial slashes, and jabs had tested their opponents technique, and footwork suffice to say the bitch was quick, and very skilled it would be all the sweeter when she removed her head, and flaunted her defiled corpses before her mother, and kin. Both princess lunged Leafah avoiding a slash, but scoring a hot across Sandrah's right forearm breaking the limb, but SAndrah not wanting to be outdone struck her Patu across Leafah's left knee breaking it both screamed backing away. Sandrah lunged twisting Leafah's leg even more she screamed, and managed to bury her Pata into Sandrah's stomach nonetheless Sandrah screamed before sinking her own Patu into Leafah's neck blood eruptig from both wounds they struggled. Sandrah rolled off her dead rival, as she attempted to staunch the bleeding. Sandrah turned to sister who lay dead beneath a wounded princess Sunneh.
Sunneh turned to see her own sister nothing more then a corpse beneath the whore. Sandrah could see that her own sister had inflicted a serious wound in Sunneh's stomach, but the Patu peircing her left tit had split her heart in two with terrifying ease. Both wounded princess stood then leveling their Patu's. "I can see my sister left her mark on you whore, when I'm done with you your whore goddess, and equally whorish family will not accept you." "That slut failed to do the job, but don't worry when you see her in hell you can tell her your blood, and bodies will be cared for by the superior women, and the superior goddess."
Snarling Brunette, & Blonde Princess lunged their jade blade gleaming with murderous intent as they clashed both forced to keep one hand placed at all times to their stomach as they waged this duel. Both were overly zealous, and eager to avenge their sister, and restore the honor of their people.
From the moment we started training, I could see the pride in her eyes. She taught us everything she knew - from hunting to wrestling. We spent countless hours in the wild, sweating and bleeding together. And as I progressed, she would watch my fights with a mix of nervousness and excitement. She would critique my technique, offer advice, and then cheer louder than anyone else when I emerged victorious.
She said it was because of the discipline and determination she saw in me. She said that those were the same qualities she saw in the warriors she fought alongside, and that they were what made us all successful in our own ways.
The more we trained, the more I realized that my mother wasn't just teaching me how to fight. She was teaching me valuable life lessons as well. She taught me the importance of respect, both for myself and for my opponents. And perhaps most importantly, she taught me how to persevere through adversity.
I am the Warrior Princess like my mother before me took on a whole new meaning. It wasn't just about being strong and fearless in the wild, or fighting in the pits ; it was about embodying the spirit of the warrior that my mother, grandmother, and the blood coursing through my veins stood for. It was about carrying myself with the same discipline and honor that She had instilled in me from a young age.
My Mother continued to train me, pushing me harder than anyone else ever had. She would watch my fights with a critical eye, always looking for ways to improve my technique. But She also saw the bigger picture. She knew that one day it wasn't just about winning and losing; it was about becoming the Queen. And in her eyes, I was well on my way to achieving that.
She's a formidable opponent, but I've trained for this. I've trained for her.
The horns blare, the battle cries, and curses are loud, and clear the arrows soaring to the sky, and my sisters forged in the wild, and the womb are charging alongside me as we charge, and we circle each other warily. The fight is fast-paced and intense, just like you've trained me for. We trade blows, each one more powerful than the last. She is a tough fighter, but I know I can take her. I channel your strength and determination, pushing myself to my limits.
For what seems like hours, we battle it out. I land several solid kicks and punches, but she is relentless. She's determined to win, just like I am.
With every ounce of strength and skill I have, I push myself further. I block her attacks and land a few more of my own. The sweat, and blood pours down my face, stinging my eyes, but I don't let it deter me. I know this is where my training will make all the difference. I know what you taught me.
We both sense the urgency. This fight could go either way, and we both know it. She comes at me with renewed fury, but I'm ready for her. I parry her blows and manage to land a few solid kicks to her legs. I can see the fatigue setting in, and I know it's only a matter of time.
With one last surge of energy, I launch myself at her, throwing a flurry of blows. She tries to defend herself, but my attacks are too much. 2 screams ring out of truimph, and of defeat, but to the swiftly incoming party of jungle, and cave women it was a sight like nothing they had seen before the bodies of Princess Leafah, & Bouldra nestled together further downstream both bodies it seemed even in death fighting each other. Sunneh, & Sandrah were on their knees their patus buried into their rivals lower back, but both princess it seemed had sank their claws into their rivals wound ripping out her intestines, and anything else as they bled together within the stream sobbing both refused to die their mothers, and their remaining sister must be warned of these whores treachery. The 2 parties of young women accompanying the princess charged swinging clubs, axes, and knives the survivors from that battle after the following day dragged their dead away to bring news to the Matriarchs of the Jungle, & Cave Women the fate of their daughters.
The Borders of both tribes had not even been alerted, but the air had changed as the early fog clear both armies of jungle, and cave women faced off.
Horns blared as they charged, the advance of hundreds of women could be felt as they brandished clubs, spears, axes, and knives. The few nocked their bows, and loosed. Their furred bras, and loinclothes doing nothing to conceal the enormous tits bouncing, and jiggling as both groups rapidly closed the distance. With screams of hate, rage, and excitement as they closed the distance more, and more. The following smacks were made as countless women ran into their rivals at full speed some falling in a tangle of fangs, claws, and limbs wrestling for control. Others
Bones shattering from heavy clubs, flesh skewered by spears, arrows, axes, or knives stone and earth trampled by the masses of bare, or sandal feet more, and more corpses lay about on the battlefield like leaves from a tree. The roar was loud hundreds of women clashed beating at her foes with clubs, stabbing into the furred bra, or toned abbs of rivals with extreme zeal, and hatred. Arrows nocked, and flew striking down mothers, daughters, aunts, nieces, cousins, and friends alike. The sounds of the spears striking each other could be heard in the heavens above, screams rent the air as they strike home at flesh leaving a dead, or dying whore in their wake as they continue to thrust, and stab at the enemy line. Brain matter along with chunks of bone, flesh, and hair stick to their clubs, or splattered the grass, and thick roots below their feet. Axes hack, chop, or split heads, arms, breasts, stomachs, or shoulders open. Knives slice, stab, and cut open the enemy whore before. Bare hands strangle, pummel, or claw as they wrestle for control. Nearby rocks crush the skulls, tits, abbs, or limbs of their opponents. Roots are used to strangle, or pin their rivals. Hair is ripped from scalps, ears are bitten off, eyes gouged out, lips, and tongue torn off. Fingers bitten off, Tits mauled from fangs, and claws. cxnts are ruined by rocks, claws, fangs, arrowheads, knives, roots, and clubs as the battle continues to rage. Jungle Women, & Cave Women locked in battle for control of land that was rightfully theirs.
Hundreds of archers stepped up and fitted arrows into their bows, the women saw the targets: formations of thousands of rival women. The opposing volleys smashed into each other causing several arrows from both sides to litter the battlefield to stab, or cut across the naked feet of the warring women, or to be used as weapons amidst the coming struggle. But a great majority lodged into the heads, eyes, screaming mouths, throats, shoulders, tits, limbs, or stomach of their enemies mothers watched as their daughters perished within seconds, daughters watched as their mothers valiantly led the charge emboldening the younger women to advance despite the enemy fire. Both tribes brandished clubs, axes, knives, & spears. The leading women leapt over the bodies of their comrades colliding midair with the whores, and sluts who dared defied their goddess, and their tribes superiority. She stabbed the whores enormous right tit with her bone dagger smiling as she screamed in horror, she brandished her club caving in the skull of another just as the spear was shoved down her gaping throat. She swung her Macuahuitl Severing the heads of 3 jungle women as she advanced alongside her fellow officers they all wielded these speacially made clubs to show their prowess, and accomplishments, but she took note of the opposing line of women also brandishing their Macuahuitl, a particular redhead had just finished off 4 cavewomen with ease both women instinctively turned their enormous naked tits rising, and falling out of excitement as they charged. Swinging, and slashing both clubs chipping away at the away as they clashed stumbling, and nearly tripping across the bodies of their subordinates, and enemies alike. Blonde, & Redhead hacked, and slashed with the utmost zeal before finally she struck the redhead sinking her Macuahuitl into the whores shoulder cleaving her arm, and burying itself into her right tit essentially splitting her in two, but her own Macuahuitl sank into her ribs splitting the redheaded slut in two. More, and more clashed as the fighting grew more intense as night fell it only added to the brutality, and hatred both tribes possessed no mercy, no quarter, no surrender was offered, accepted, or even considered as the battle was joined.
Jungle Queen Floriah, & Cave Queen Marbel looked at the bodies of her 2 eldest daughters, and the bodies of the women who had fought to avenge them.
Alongside them their youngest daughters, and heirs looked at the cold bloodied bodies of their elder sisters. Princess' Rubeh, & Gloriah remembered just the day before of their sisters promising them a great trophy, and had ventured out to seek these prize, but what was left was nothing more than growing feeling of anger, hatred, and vengeance. "The daughters of our tribe fought valiantly and with honor against those scheming whores, we will no longer permit them the means to kill our women, and take our food we end those whores once, and for the Goddess'!!!!!!!!!!!!! To War!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
The Jungle Goddess Jungah & Cave Goddess Caveh smiled with approval as they glared at each other knowing their daughters would prove once, and for all which Goddess was more Beautiful, More Savage, More Deadly, & Superior to the other.
