Courage!

There was really **** I stepped out into the dance floor in pursuit of Jessie. A mist as thick as the fog in my head deadened all shapes and sounds. I found the dance floor disorienting. All around were the shifting blurs of dancing figures. Navigation was treacherous. Predatory eyes glared at me from the sidelines. It was by some dark miracle that I made it through the calamity of sound and movement unscaved.

The bedrooms were every bit as dark and prim ale as I had imaged them to be. Their was little lighting and what I could see made me glade for it. This was the jungle and the great beasts that inhabited it were all around me.

Sarah, my other guide into this strange land of ritual and sacrifice had refused to follow me. I wondered just how foolish I had been in persuing Jessie into the heart of the jungle. But I had gotten her into this mess. And I was determined to get her out.

Peaking into the layer of beasts I found Jessie laying prone on a bed. Her cute cheerleadering top was gone and the bra tosed away. A mighty hunter layed over her nosily sucking my guides bare breasts. This was not a civilized place.

One of the hunters was clearly more dominate then the other. While the alpha enjoyed the fruits of the hunt his brother quitly watched from the shadows.

Jessie protested weakly as the Alpha skillfully removed her panties and placed them into a nightstand drawler. I could see other panties within. Trophies from past hunts. It was clear to me that Jessie would not excape this perdicerment on her own.

No sooner did I step into the room to save Jessie then the other hunter moved to block my progress. His hungry eyes slide up and down my frame. I knew in an instant this encounter could very likely end with my panties becoming yet another trophy.

So I was left with the big question. Advance or retreat?