You Rich, Me Royal, Bitch Pt. 03 - Sex Stories

You Rich, Me Royal, Bitch Pt. 03

Gianna, Queen of the Jungle: You Rich, Me Royal, Bitch Pt. 03 (finale)

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Jenna woke to the trilling of bugs, her other senses hazy at best. The air around her was moist and thick, her body covered in a thin film of sweat. Slowly coming to, she found herself on a bed of leaves, a fur blanket atop her whilst sunlight streamed through wooden wall slats. As she sat up, the posh woman groaned at the strain on her body, muscles aching. Rubbing her head, "What... what happened...?"

Much to her dismay, the memories came back in a flurry. Images of the jungle, the monkeys, the... the savage. Taking a sharp breath, the posh woman quickly realized it hadn't just been some nightmare. Looking about, she found that she was in a small hut, piles of fruits stacked nearby. Flies flew about, the posh woman wrinkling her nose in response.

"Ugh... this can't be happening, this can't be..." Jenna clutched at the ground next to her, damp fabric crumpling in her hands. Wincing, she looked down to find her black dress in tatters. Holding up the ruined garment, anger roared up inside, a snarl forming on her face.

Yet, such flashes of annoyance faded quickly, fear settling in its absence. Looking about once more, a single question entered her mind: where am I, exactly? Getting on her hands and knees, Jenna's darting eyes landed upon a small, circular cut into one of the slats, clearly forming some rudimentary door. As she started to ...

... open it, however, a thought stopped her. What if someone was on the other side?

Opting for caution instead, the posh woman leaned over, peeking at what little was revealed. Outside lay a small, well-trodden dirt path up to the hut she was in. To the left and right were a number of tall fruit trees, abundant in their bounties. Further above, the tops of the mountains which served as Crown Island's namesake were just barely visible. Either she was near the shore... or she was within the "crown". Jenna gulped at the very notion of the latter.

Pulling away, the wealthy woman leaned against the door and pondered her options. If she was near a village, they could probably be of use to her, so she'd need to ingratiate herself to the locals. To Jenna, this would surely be an easy task, after all her charm was second to none. However, if it was just the savage woman... she'd have to convince the native to take her back. Worst case, she'd have to service her again. Well, the worst case was death, but Jenna much preferred not considering such things. However the thought of tending to that beast... it forced another wince from the posh woman. To discover which option she would face, however, she'd have to leave the hut.

Taking a deep breath, Jenna opened up the door, its wooden hinge squeaking loudly. As she took a hesitant step out, she felt the warm air caress her nude body. A wave of embarrassment flowed over her, causing her to slam the door shut. Scanning the room for some ...