Laura had turned and fled yet it was insanity to think that she could outrun the creature she had just encountered, the amazon goddess turned wild beast.
The jungle did it best to restrain her, vines and foliage catching on her flesh as she pushed past at her best speed. The fact that she had yet to receive a spear in her back gave her some hope but at the back of her mind, she knew that she was being toyed with. Had it not been for most likely the ammonia in her pee stream, then she might have never seen through the drug-infused hallucination that had created beauty from a nightmare.
Even as she ran on, with tears in her eyes at the futility of her plight, she could see the purple vapours rising from the ground. The jungle was home to whatever foul brew was escaping the ground, and she could feel the drug in her system once again working its strange magic on her senses.
The trees were growing, morphing into green-clad skyscrapers readily ripped from the heart of Manhattan. There were people all around her, indistinct blurs that she could not focus upon, pushing past on their rushed routines. The littered jungle floor had transformed into a street, the chatter of monkeys now that of honking taxis.
Still, she pushed on, not trusting her senses. Something inside told her that her pursuer was close at hand, no doubt hesitant at sealing its kill due to her erratic and illogical behaviour. Her naked body was soaked with sweat, her long brown mane a straggled mess that fell around her shoulders to just cover the nipples on her rounded exposed breasts.
Hers was a headlong rush into insanity and into death, her life hardly begun. She felt regret over her pending demise at the hands of the strange biped beast that hunted her. In her mind, she replayed the sight of Mark Thane producing his cock in front of her before beginning to relieve his pent-up spray of piss over the rocky lodge. How she wished that she had able to sample its hot wetness or to feel at the same time the wonderful warmth of her own escaping piss stream as it flowed from her pussy and past her thighs.
Her thoughts became part of her hallucination. The skyscrapers became statues of ancient Greek gods like those she had encountered on a dig site on the outskirts of Athens along with her father. Apollo and Zeus towered above her, composed of chiselled perfection with an ivory sheen and endowed beyond measure. She could run no more and she collapsed, staring upwards on her back at the sights above her.
The statues were alive! Their eyes had gained animation, their lower appendages stirring with a mockery of life. Apollo aimed his massive dick in her direction and she watched with a mixture of horror and arousal as his bell-end parted as he began to spray his torrent of hot, godly piss all over her.
No sooner had Apollo started when Zeus, master of the Olympian Host, joined in, sending his hot salty stream over her naked body. Their piss was anything but hot, rather containing a chill sent from the depths of Hades. Laura’s mind struggled to split the fantasy from reality. For a brief moment, the truth of her surroundings took hold. She had fallen from a grassy bank and into a shallow river birthed by a cascading waterfall playing from a hidden point of release from a rocky outcrop covered in lichen and jungle foliage. She gasped for air, regaining her composure. The water spraying over her body was shielding her from the rising purple streams that had given rise to a cloying mist that had reduced visibility to a couple of meters.
She moved out of the spraying falls, trembling from its cold touch. The air away from the flowing water was horrendously warm and moist, draining the vitality from her wearied body. Almost immediately the effects of the purple mist began to make itself known again. Apollo and Zeus had been banished only to be replaced by their female counterparts.
Laura stared aghast at her mind’s drugged fuelled insanity. Hera, Queen of the Gods, rose like a mountain above her, coupled with the divine beauty that was Aphrodite. The goddesses were intertwined, their chests pushed against the others, chiselled hands rounding on perfected breasts of undeniable beauty. The sight of their pussies above her gave Laura a good idea as to what would occur should she linger, her imagination no doubt treating her to a deluge of piss from their cunts.
Pushing the impossible site from her mind, Laura struggled to the riverbank. She had nothing to use as a mask to protect her from the purple gas and she coughed repeatedly as it filled her lungs. Dropping into the water she started to drink, desperate to fill her bladder in the hope of being able to pee again soon. It was her only defence!
She was still on her hands and knees when her inbuilt senses told her that she was no longer along and rather than imaginary gods standing above her, she had been joined by something belonging to the world of the living.
With dread hounding her actions, she shifted her gaze and took in the sight of the beautiful Amazon woman she had encountered earlier, the thick matt of dark pussy hairs hiding her slit from view. Perfect breasts mocked her as her gaze travelled higher, knowing that the beauty before her was just a lie triggered by the purple haze.