More Strays!

Will wonders never cease?  Another spurt of drippage!
-Enjoy kiddies

The jungle tracking had been difficult...too many tracks not enough scents.  Perhaps that was why John fell into a dull trance as he delved deeper into the thick green mantle of Mars.  No sooner was his mind wandering from the path than the biting sting of a tiny dart pierced his hard biceps. suddenly time slowed as a spreading numbness encompassed the left side of his sleek body. Going to one knee, the myriad sounds of the jungle creatures swelled in Johns ears as his breast pulled his mighty frame to the forest floor: In less that two heartbeats the powerful hero of Mars had been easily rendered helpless, and now heavy footfalls signaled his impending doom!!!

Carter was a big man, and so his heavily muscled frame made for an easy target as Thag-The Hunter delivered his potent needle. That Thag had struck the marks thick vein in his upper arm was merely a point of pride. But to witness how swiftly the tiny dose of his home-made narco-toxin took effect was sheer pleasure and he found himself quite aroused at the prospect of deflowering this perfect example of the human species.  His long member flushed with a warm surge of Martian blood and he drank in the languid wave of pleasure as it found its natural home.

"Uhhnnnn..." a low moan escaped our hero's mouth as his captors turned his body with huge strong hands, inspecting the goods, gloating over the latest catch.  Holding the groggy human with two of his hands, Dorak slid one of his big paws beneath Johns loincloth, enjoying the warmth beneath and thrilling at the sensation of this male beauty's smooth sex as it slid into his thick-fingered palm.  Being a male, Carter's first instinct was to warm to the sensations now coursing up his swelling shaft as the hairy beast slowly masturbated his amply-packed loincloth...and so he did, still groggy and unaware of the devious creatures that had snared him like a prized coney, petting his soft places, taming him to their every whim.  Such was the nature of the pretty poison Thag-The-Hunter had concocted...It was surely having the desired effect!  Suddenly it seemed that Carters head had cleared enough to understand his supreme humiliation at the hands of his captors, for his thick torso flexed in pleasure/anguish as his furred assailant cupped his pectoral muscles like an Irish milkmaid..."NNNooouuurrrggghhh....." came the slurred objection of the mighty hero of Barsoom!!!

 "From one peril to the next." came the thought, unbidden to Tarzans mind. Moments before he had narrowly escaped a bitter fight involving guns, knives, scientists, and cruel hunters by leaping from the giant airship into a copse of thick jungle canopy, crashing through the branches and landing stunned upon the jungle floor...a jungle utterly foreign to the Lord Of The Apes.  Strange birds called, weird beasts growled in the understory of the dense forest.  Before the Apeman could recover his senses a soft slithering sensation startled Tarzan into action...Someone or something was sliding along his muscled thigh, and as the man-beast rose the green thing encircled his narrow waist, tightening like a mother python on her nest....But this was no mere reptile...No, this was one of the most feared creatures in this unknown jungle: a plant so horrific, so diabolical in its desires, that no man dared speak its name!!!  

"ARRRUUNNNGGGhhhhh..." cried Tarzan as his 200 pound muscled body was suddenly and easily  lifted high in the air.  Three more tendrils lashed-out to spin the steel blade Tarzan had drawn as if the beast had had some premonition of his attempt at self-preservation.  The Jungle Prince could only watch as his precious dagger tumbled through the air in slow-motion and was lost to the mossy undergrowth below.  His attention was snapped back to reality as his arms and legs were neatly ensnared and immobilized..."Unnnggh!!!" the mighty man strained in the beasts ever-constricting embrace as his legendary muscles were pitted against this monstrous alien plant!  Without warning, and before the man-beast could utter his mighty cry to the jungle, a darting tentacle, tipped with a spongy know thrust itself into Tarzans open mouth, gagging him as its pulsing thrust pushed past his thick lips, the soft tendril filling his oral cavity to the brim.  

Tarzan's eyes went wide as the sponge-ball began to release a thick nectar that began to slide down his throat, unbidden, he started swallowing in great gulps, his gorge contracting in spasms like  hungry calf...Tarzan's insides immediately began to warm as the sweet liquor slid into his waiting belly: It was as if his body had taken control in service to the flower that seemed bent of making him its complete captive, enslaved...but no...Tarzan now understood as the things potent salve lubricated his brain, infusing his nose with pheromones, his body with aphrodisiacs...Indeed he could feel a growing tightness in his loincloth....This monstrous creature meant to have Tarzan....bodily....sexually...It meant to possess him: mind body and soul!!!

-End?