"KONGA! KONGA! KONGA!"
That dreaded chant continued as she turns her back to the villagers. Before she goes fully into the woods, she turns back to them and roars, pounding her chest before she turns back and starts walking away.
Keith was not expecting any of that, not that there was a way he could have. Those motions did his head injury no favors.
Now, he was trying to look forward, but the circumstances make this almost impossible. With each stride she made on the well worn path, both he and her breasts keep bouncing. He often found himself slamming into each of her breasts. He tries grasping one to keep steady, but the next step always causes him to lose his grip.
At one point, Konga stops and looks at her new necklace. When she sees the dazed little man on the verge of vomiting, she grabs him and rubs his back. This only serves to induce his vomiting on her hand. When she sees this, she lets go of him and keeps walking, continuing his torture.
It seems to him that she walks forever, but it's really fast when she gets to her destination, finding that she lives...
Copyright 2000 - 2025 21 x 20 Media All rights reserved. This site is property of 21 x 20 Media
All Writing.Com images are copyrighted and may not be copied / modified in any way. All other brand names & trademarks are owned by their respective companies.
Generated in 0.13 seconds at 8:38pm on Apr 24, 2025 via server WEBX1.
View Portfolio
Visit Notebook
Send Gift Points
Awards
Badges
Send Email
Community Newsfeed
General Discussion
Sponsored Items
Book of Trinkets
Static Items
Books
Groups
Interactive Stories
Audio
Campfire Creatives
Community Notes
Crossword Puzzles
Documents
Folders
Images
In & Outs
Madlibs
Photo Albums
Polls
Product Reviews
Quizzes
Survey Forms
Web Pages
Word Searches
More by this author
