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Post by thesnaker1990 on Jun 3, 2020 12:39:18 GMT -6
There was a massive jungle at a foreign country that was mostly untouched by humans. Protected by the Nation's government and military along with certain organizations, the beautiful tropical world was able to stay the way it was for centuries, allowing species and legends to thrive from extinction. But there were unpredictable moments through out the years unlike any other parts on Earth.
Even though the beautiful jungle was big and immersive as a metropolis city, next to it was an insane asylum, which was built not too long ago; it was a fourteen story brown building with no windows, a few doors, and a crazy face logo that simply said “The Asylum” on top.
This made some patients and the outsiders wondered the staff’s purpose. To them, with no windows, there would be no scaling out of it. The asylum was surrounded by tall concrete walls with a metal prison-like gate that faced the front of the building and combined with the barbed wires on top, making them even more harder or maybe impossible to scale. While the walls are spread out and there was a lot of space, but they were made to give orderlies more time to spot and grab patients during an escape. The asylum was overall designed to be strictly tight and locked up.
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Post by June on Jun 3, 2020 14:00:39 GMT -6
Despite the intimidating protection surrounding the asylum like a fortress, a certain powerful creature was undeterred. Dekim - it might be an understatement to call him a snake, and certainly to call him powerful. He was a large as they came, but nonetheless it seemed he was impossibly stealthy. Nobody could tell how many had been his prey, nor did any care to, it was not anybody's business so speak of him. He - or as the snake was more commonly referred to, it, acted on reasons entirely it's own accord. That is to say, Dekim did what it wanted, and that was that. And, though it was hard even for Dekim to know it's own mind in some ways, it had it's goal. A girl had been taken out of the building, within the outer walls - that was enough to entice the Dekim to do such a feat as enter a maximum security mental faculty. And it didn't matter to it how it got inside - nor would it matter to any, since there would be no notice of the colossal creature's entrance. And so, with the goal in mind, the Dekim made it's way toward the asylum wall.
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Post by thesnaker1990 on Jun 3, 2020 14:13:16 GMT -6
Above the dirty soiled floor of the jungle that wasn’t too far from the asylum was a beautiful, fun-loving, nineteen-year-old wild girl who happily swung through the tress of the jungle she onced called home. Miraya had a slender body, blue eyes, dark-tanned skin tone, and a black raven hair down to the back of the chest, wearing nothing but a white bikini bottom-like loincloth made of khadi around her waist and between the legs with a moderate rear coverage. She once thought about keeping her tube top and vine-ribbon, but decided to leave them at one of the villages, since the weather was hot and humid enough for her not to wear them for a few months.
“WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO-HOO!"
Miraya had often been told that she was human but she dared not believe it. Ever since she was raised by wolves and trained by gorilla, she throughly became both a wolf and an ape in her mind. She remembered seeing the outside world such as cities, roads, and neighborhoods, but had always loved living in the wild since she was adopted, which made her adventurous, athletic, energetic, and of course wild. While the jungle was fun for her to live in like a playground, her newest challenge of survivalism came today.
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Post by June on Jun 3, 2020 14:52:34 GMT -6
John and Mick, orderlies at the asylum, were already on the case getting Miraya back into treatment. "Do you think we can convince her to come peacefully?" John, the more spindly of the two, asked to Mick, as they lay stomach-down on the grass at the lip of a hill. Mick, thinner but more evenly built, was looking through binoculars at her swinging from tree to tree. "Dunno man, she wasn't in my department." He shrugged. "Worth a shot though, right? HEY! YOU UP THERE!" John called, Mick deciding to keep himself laid low.
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Post by thesnaker1990 on Jun 3, 2020 15:31:18 GMT -6
The jungle girl kept swinging; her hair was flowing up and down and her skin shined brightly in a thin layer of sweat. Miraya's stunning blue eyes wide in excitement as the adrenaline were drumming through her blood vessel. After jumping on the tree branches for a few minutes, Miraya landed on another perfectly onto her bare feet as she was about to rest until she heard a familiar male voice. The wild girl looked down and saw a couple tall, muscular orderlies in their late thirties or early forties, with their white uniform and khaki boots on, which see noticed them instantly.
"Oh, it’s you guys again. I wasn't really bothering y’all; just playing around." The beauty replied with a grin nervously. "So what brings you guys here?”
Miraya had been taken to asylum before for simply being a wild jungle kid who had her own form of mental illness called the Jungle Fever Disorder or JFD for short. The staff was trying hard as they could to convert Miraya into human society, forcing her to take treatments such as spanking, tickling, and shock therapy. The jungle was dangerous, but Miraya never understood why the asylum staff want her to be safe when she was independent despite her wild antics and playfulness. The last time she was there, the doctor let her go and promised not to mess with her again. Now, Miraya wondered if he lied to her in order to make her feel better rather than being upset.
“So, you came here for a visit to see me, right?”
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Post by June on Jun 3, 2020 15:41:39 GMT -6
Mick tsked, realizing she'd seen him right away. Now she was staying still though, he could get a proper look at her through the binoculars - and his stubbly jaw dropped. "Holy moly... That's one of our worst patients? She's a real looker... If it weren't for the hermit get-up, you couldn't tell she was nuts..." He muttered to himself, but felt like taking back his last statement as he pointed the binoculars up at her eyes - they were stunning, like the rest of her, but there was something completely untamed about them that made him uncomfortable - the exact opposite of the dull, drudgery-filled gaze he gave himself in the mirror each morning. "Uh, yes... It's good to check up on how you're getting along on your own every now and again... We just had something to show you." John answered her, fingering his pocket gingerly.
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Post by thesnaker1990 on Jun 3, 2020 15:54:54 GMT -6
“Is it a note from the doctor. “She asked curiously sitting on the thick tree branch, legs swinging gently back and forth while being cautious the best she could. “Maybe you’ll bring me some fruit that I liked over there.”
Despite how she grew up as an untamed jungle kid, she had visited villages many times and was taught to read fluently. She still remembered the first time she first met the orderlies when she was chased and tackled by them roughly, and being tied up with a thick, heavy duty leather straitjacket before they took to the asylum.
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Post by June on Jun 3, 2020 16:08:23 GMT -6
"Well, about that, you're spot on... But it's a doctor's note for your eyes only." John sounded completely natural, you had to in order to get patients to listen to you. He took his phone out of his pocket and waved it at her, to show that's where the note was. "So you'll need to come over and read it." He opened up a certain app, then laid it on the ground and backed away slowly so she'd feel safe approaching it - a motion sensor would activate it once she got close enough. "Good..." Mick murmured to himself, watching the jungle girl perhaps a little too closely through the binoculars. "Take a gander if you didn't get a good look up there." He whispered to John, handing the binoculars up to him. John took them, looked through and whistled - they chattered quietly amongst themselves as they waited to see what she'd do next.
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Post by thesnaker1990 on Jun 3, 2020 16:34:03 GMT -6
“They seemed to be acting funny.” She thought to herself with a shrug, carefully climbing herself down to the floor and said “I’ll just give ‘em what they want.”
She remembered seeing a smartphones in the asylum used by the staff, she only knew them for communication unlike how she would sometimes make noises to talk with animals. Once Miraya was down onto the dirty floor and off of the big tree. She wondered for a second if it would do something instantly, but nothing happened yet. So, the jungle girl went closer, swaying her hips left and right in a erotic matter playfully like a dancer. Miraya got herself thinking if the doctor fully realized that she was special enough to not live in the human world - that was the message she hopefully expected.
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Post by June on Jun 3, 2020 16:47:18 GMT -6
"Oh, oh wow..." John whispered to himself as he watched Miraya's effortless gorgeous walk. As she got close, the phone vibrated and the screen lit up, and bright simple colors started flashing on the screen in quick intense moving patterns. "Just watch the colors - good girl - keep looking - good girl" A voice emerged from the phone, a little louder than it was supposed to, giving the odd effect of a loud whisper. "Crap, I left the volume high..." John muttered, and Mick clapped him over the back of the head. "Then go turn it down!" He hissed - John nodded quickly and jogged over to the phone and Miraya, slowing down as he gulped, approaching such a beautiful woman - he'd never been this close to a girl that looked as nice as Miraya, but he shook off his blush and reached down for the phone volume control, before getting startled by an ad. "Enjoy coconut cola! A refreshing way to get your tropical side out!" It blurted, spiralling spinning colors still going in the background and being incorporated a little into the advert, a girl somewhat like Miraya, though not quite as good-looking, drank from an open coconut shell in a hulu girl outfit. In a few seconds it was over though, and John turned the volume down so it sounded closer to a proper whisper, being careful to keep his eyes well away from the screen.
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Post by thesnaker1990 on Jun 3, 2020 18:57:46 GMT -6
Miraya kept walking towards the phone in a playful sexy way, making herself feel less nervous about the orderlies who are more like hunters and prison guards to her than who they really were. Once the little beauty stopped, she heard the vibration of the phone and suddenly saw the psychedelic spirals splashed on the screen, putting her into a deep hypnotic trance.
Everything Miraya was seeing on her vision - and even her beautiful eyes - were replaced by the colorful spirals; they were blue, pink, purple, red, green, yellow, and orange.
"Pretty.......colors. I’ll be a good little girl.”
The wild girl tried to look away to escape, but couldn't and realized she felled on the orderlies’ trap. She was feeling numb physically and mentally with her arms dangling, knees bend down on front, moving her head slowly left and right. The hypnotized jungle girl unexpectedly saw a soda advertisement on the screen, drooling herself out on the right side of her mouth and made her think the staff would treat her with a drink. “Ta-ta-ya-tasty.......”
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Post by June on Jun 4, 2020 2:31:54 GMT -6
"Keep looking little girl - then you'll be a good girl - and get a star to show how good you are" The voiceover continued. John and Mick approached cautiously, both out of apprehension for how dangerous she could be, and of how pretty she was - Mick carried a large red straitjacket up. "Oh yeah, the stars - they introduced those recently." Mick muttered to himself, fumbling around in his pocket and producing a slightly crumpled sheet with gold star stickers on them, handing it to John. John slowly went right up to Miraya... There wasn't many places to put it. Fighting back a blush, he peeled off a star and very gently stuck it to her chest. Mick nodded to him, and John picked up the phone, still holding it so Miraya could see all the colors and shifting shapes still, tapping a button on it. "Now that you've got your good girl star, stand up and keep being good - how many stars can you get?" The voiceover continued in a slightly different tone, getting Miraya to stand still. Mick approached with the straitjacket - "Arms through the sleeves now! Arms through the sleeves, good little girl." The voiceover blurted.
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Post by thesnaker1990 on Jun 4, 2020 6:23:12 GMT -6
“Yes, master.” She obeyed softly, trying to nod her head at her best but couldn’t.
Miraya tilted with an intent look toward the giant orderlies, her smile returning as she placed her foot into the soiled ground and done the same with her other. She stepped right into the bulky leather jacket and slid her arms through the meaty sleeves, securing them. She waited in place as she awaited for what John and Mick needed next of her.
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Post by June on Jun 4, 2020 6:34:18 GMT -6
"Alright, just keep her looking at it..." Mick said absently - there were three rows of zips on the back for different waist sizes. Zipping up the tightest, the next step was the first belt, which rather than going through belt loops, there was a tube of material that went around sewn into the whole jacket with a gap at the front for the sleeves. Tucking her sleeves into the gap between the belt tube and the jacket, he started slowly tightening the belt. "You should let your helpers know when it gets too tight! Then you'll be a good girl~" The soothing voice of the app continued. Mick kept pulling and pulling, waiting for a few seconds at each hole for the belt loop to see Miraya's reaction.
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Post by thesnaker1990 on Jun 4, 2020 6:45:00 GMT -6
“Yessssssss.....master.” The jungle beauty hissed like a snake hypnotically. “I’ll be a good little girl.”
Miraya kept looking at the hypnotic colors on the phone screen with her mouth still opened and drooling as the giant orderlies had once again covered her topless, slender, near-naked body into a thick, heavy straitjacket. The wild girl stayed still as they zipped her up three times from the bottom to the top, and buckling and tightening it up. She smiled with a soft giggle as her head wobbled, toes tapping onto the dirty floor.
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