As Darla lay there on the muddy ground, the aftereffects of her climax soon waned. However, as the sun beat down upon Darla's white body, she closed her eyes for several minutes, until suddenly she heard a rustling coming from the bush. Suddenly, as she sensed the presence of another, the sun above her was blocked out, as Darla opened her eyes and then looked up. What she saw was truly frightening, for above her was a tall muscular dark black cyclops, in native garb, towering and squatting over her, carrying only a spear, which he pointed and held just millimeters from her throat. Darla tried to scream, but quickly his strong hand muffled it as he pressed the spear down to warn her not to resist.
Then, as the cyclops' strong grip held her firm, with his free hand, he began to smear the sticky substance from the plant all over her breasts and abdomen. As it touched her skin, the honey like mixture made Darla feel euphoric, as she suddenly felt her desire to struggle ebb, while at the same time a strange euphoria came over her, causing her to completely relax. Quickly, even though Darla was completely conscious and alert, she now found herself completely passive and unwilling to resist, for whatever had been smeared on her body had now made her totally submissive. Finally, after a long moment, the native cyclops, sensing her complete submission, scooped Darla up in both arms, to which, she responded by reflexively wrapping her arms around his neck. Then, as she looked over the shoulder of her captor to the lake in the distance, Darla then suddenly passed out, as her her nude body was carried deeper into the rain forest.
Meanwhile, several hours later, back at the base hospital, as night was falling, Mombassa was informed by a tearful and upset Shelly that Darla had not returned to their room. Suddenly fearing that the dark legends of the lake might be true, Mombassa immediately organized a search party and sent out a short-wave radio bulletin.
As the bulletin was broadcast, a man named Robert Lusaka was quietly sitting, with his laptop computer checking his global positioningcoordinates, in his Land Rover, near where he believed he had spotted the now officially missing woman named Darla Padgett. The 44 year old Robert was a scientist for the Hosaka Pharmaceuticals Corporation, which was a giant Japanese conglomerate that specialized in developing new drugs from plants found in tropical rainforests.
After confirming his coordinates, as the sun slowly set over the lake, Robert took a short walk down to the lake and spotted the clothes and backpack that had obviously been Darla's. However, upon hearing the approaching search party helicopters, Robert quickly returned to his Land-Rover, and drove back, with the lights off, to his base camp, where he then grabbed his night vision glasses, gun, knife, and tranquilizer darts and syringes. Nearly an hour after the overhead search ended, as night completely enveloped the sky, Robert drove back to where he had spotted Darla's clothes, and then proceeded to follow, using his night vision infrared glasses, the only set of footprints that led deep into the brush, which was in the opposite direction of where the lightly manned search party had been focused.
Meanwhile, farther ahead on the trail, after hours of being carried deep into the dark and forbidding jungle, Darla slowly awoke and found herself entering a tribal camp. At one end of the camp Darla saw that there was an Indian woman, between the age of 18 to 20, who was kneeling down on all fours, while several naked light skinned cycloptic women, with tribal markings on their nude bodies, were rubbing the same oil onto her that had been earlier placed upon Darla by her captor.
The Indian woman, a teacher, who had earlier been captured from a nearby Catholic missionary school, and then drugged with a native hallucinogenic, was naked, except for streaks of tribal paint that accentuated her female body parts. The Indian woman was extraordinarily beautiful, with full round breasts, flared hips, shapely thighs, long and thick black hair, and a full round ass. However, despite her precarious situation, looking at the woman only served to excite Darla, who now hoped that she was being taken to her. Instead, Darla was taken to a large wooden X in the middle of the camp, where her wrists were tied tightly to the upper part of the X, while her wobbly and very weak legs remained free.
After her captor had secured her firmly in place, a naked and muscular woman, with a very large Afro and pierced lips approached Darla, and then knelled before. The woman then reached inside a large urn that was next to the rack, and took out a handful of a gooey substance that she slowly rubbed onto Darla's pussy. The woman applied the gel thickly, as she made sure that the substance was slipped into Darla's still wet slit generously.
As the woman applied the gel, Darla looked at her passively, somehow not caring about anything, yet being fully alert, while two other women pranced around her in a ritual dance, as the tribal drums slowly began to increase in volume. It was apparent to Darla that some kind of ceremony was about to begin, and that she, like it or not, was going to be a participant. Eventually the dancers finally stopped and slowly backed away, while the entire tribe then sat around the campfire and watched Darla, who merely stood there and locked eyes with each one of the cyclopes kneeling before her, occasionally glancing at her fellow naked captive at the other end of the camp, until finally the cyclops tribesman who had abducted her yelled something to someone in the jungle.
Suddenly, after hearing her captor call out, Darla saw a site unlike any she had ever experienced in her life, as from out of the dark jungle appeared a an eight foot tall cyclops. This time there was little the Mahala in her body could do to make her feel anything other than fear, as she watched the giant cyclops and its massive cock slowly approach. However, Darla had no choice but to submit, since her submissive body was held securely in place on the rack in the middle of the camp.
When the cyclops was directly in front of her, he snorted a few words in a native tongue, and then approached Darla, knelt, sniffed her pussy and then began to greedily lick at her sex. Suddenly, the fear that Darla had been feeling right there, quickly melted as she felt the mutant's rough tongue rub over and feasted on her slime-covered pussy. The cyclops' tongue was so large that a single swipe reached from just in front of her bunghole to her navel as he ate the substance, which had been placed in and upon her.
Then, as if in a trance, Darla blankly stared at the strange god-like creature, moaning in approval as its tongue fed upon her, while the cyclops in turn stared up at her with its hypnotic luminescent giant green eye. The licking of the cyclops had its desired effect as Darla's weak legs trembled, which she spread wider, as she squirmed and moaned in pleasure, growing hotter and hotter as the mutant's tongue slipped between her slit and rubbed against her throbbing clitoris.
