The message had come from a tribe deep within the jungle, farther than even Sheena herself had ventured. Yet her fame had been spoken of even there, and now these people were calling for the Queen of the Jungle to come and aid them in their hour of peril. The blonde wasted no time treking through the dense jungle. After all, this would be another opportunity to demonstrate her goddess-like superiority.
Dawn was breaking through the canopy of trees when Sheena finally approached the village. Early-rising villagers quickly notified the tribe's elders, who came out to greet the, "Golden Goddess."
"I am Sheena, and I have heard your cries for help, my people," she said. "What is it you would have me do?"
"'My people'?" came a voice from behind Sheena, dripping with sarcasm.
The blonde whirled around to face the approaching figure, a woman close to her in age and size, with ebony skin and deep, dark eyes.
"The problem," the woman continued, "is YOU!"
With more than a little indignation in her voice, Sheena responded, "And who are you to speak this way to me?"
With a touch more indignation of her own, the dusky native replied, "I am Nubia! And I," she added with a sly smile as she jabbed herself in the chest with her thumb, "am the TRUE Queen of the Jungle."
Sheena's eyes flashed with anger.
"You dare?!? All Africa knows Sheena is ruler of all the jungle!"
With her hands on her hips, Nubia shot back, "Africa does not need a ruler with golden hair and fair skin! The Jungle Queen must be of the jungle, not an interloper from across the wide waters."
Striking just as defiant a pose as her opponent, the blonde responded, "I have proven my superiority a thousand times over! I need not prove it to you."
"Oh no, false goddess," Nubia said. "That is exactly what you will do...prove your superiority by defeating me in combat!"
The time for talking was past. The villagers gave both beauties a wide circle in which to battle, and the two women began to circle one another. Then, with animal roars, Sheena and Nubia charged. They collided together and, wrapping their arms around each other, began to stumble about on their feet, each eager to take the other down.
As one, they finally fell to the ground, their legs entwined, and began to roll across the grassy clearing. After several more moments of this, Sheena emerged on top. Straddling Nubia's body and holding her down with a hand on the native's throat, the blonde began throwing sharp punches to her rival's ribcage. Nubia let out a grunt at every blow but refused to cry out from the pain.
In control now, Sheena grabbed Nubia's left leg, bending and twisting the powerful limb. But her hopes of injuring her rival's leg were thwarted by Nubia's superb muscular conditioning. Frustrated, Sheena let her guard drop and, before she could shift to another tactic, Nubia reached up and raked her nails across her eyes. Momentarily blinded, Sheena's reaction gave Nubia the chance she needed to throw her off and regain the upper hand.
Nubia jumped to her feet as Sheena likewise began to scramble to hers, but Sheena was sent crashing back to the ground by a high, hard kick to her chin. A second kick to the side of her head left the dazed blonde shaking her head, desperately trying to clear the fog from her brain.
But, with a panther's grace and speed, Nubia stomped away at her prone nemesis with her heel, battering the blonde's head, chest and belly with one kick after another in rapid succession. Sheena tried to ward off the blows with her arms, but her strength was fading. Sensing her rival was nearing her finish, Nubia grabbed Sheena's golden mane and painfully hauled her to her feet. Sheena moaned at the searing agony to her scalp.
Calling upon all of her reserves of strength, Nubia lifted the blonde upside down across her shoulders so that Sheena's back was dangerously arched. Then the native warrior began to bounce up and down, every jolting impact adding to the blinding pain in Sheena's spine.
Finally, from Sheena's throat came a blood-chilling howl...a mixture of defiance, agony...and defeat. Then, the self-proclaimed Queen of the Jungle went limp. Darkness had consumed her.
With her beaten nemesis still draped limp across her shoulders, Nubia paraded Sheena's beaten body before the assembled villagers - the way a proud hunter displays her prey. The villagers dropped to the knees and chanted Nubia's name. There was a new Goddess in the jungle now. Nubia permitted Sheena to live, but she would spend the rest of her days serving Nubia as her slave. Such is the law of the jungle.
As for every law, there is an axiom. In this case, it's the age old one; 'The Queen is dead...long live the Queen!'
The End of Sheena, Queen of the Jungle; The Beginning
of Sheena, Sex slave of the Jungle!