It was Ivan's confidence in his hiking navigation skills and what he calls, "spatial awareness" that got him lost in a Chinese jungle. Nobody knew where he was, least of all his friends back home. All the way back in America. He can see them now, going about their lives without a single thought that they may never see their friend again because he was stranded in some jungle overseas, and was most likely going to die and his body never found.
He exhausted all his food a few days ago, but lucky for him, it had been raining for the last few days, and this jungle was plentiful in edible wild fruits and vegetation. He kept his water bottles filled and drank sparingly even though there were plenty of streams around that provided him a steady source of hydration.
Ivan could feel the desperation grab hold of his spine the more circles he found himself making in this jungle. Seeing the same broken stalk and makeshift sign he crafted for himself over and over. After a long attempt to keep his mind strong, he finally broke, falling to his knees and letting out a cry that even he didn't recognize. He plead for someone out there to find him, to hear his cries for help. All he heard in return was the sounds of the jungle, unseen animals, loud insects and all kinds of things that will feed off his corpse once he's dead.
If you've ever been in a life-or-death situation, then you may be familiar with the passing of fear, hopelessness, and desperation, and then the gradual phase of acceptance that morphs you into a mushy shell of your former self, one that asks for pity and sorrow. However, no one felt sorrier for Ivan at this time than Ivan himself.
He didn't think there was a phase beyond that of acceptance. A phase that morphed him into someone who thought that he was walking around on set in a television show or movie. He felt as if he were now an actor, and every word he spoke was an unwritten line of dialog that he could hear as if he were in the audience watching himself at the same time. He laughed with the birds and the insects and held conversations with the trees, joking about the situation he was in and playfully insulting the mocking wildlife all around him.
He had been wandering along for quite some time, though he couldn't tell how far in the day it was as the sky was blanketed in overcast clouds. It took him a moment to realize that the area he was walking through, he had not been through yet. He had finally strayed away from the circle. Suddenly, a tiny droplet of hope fell down on his head. He sucked in a gasp of excitement at the sight of a Chinese style building below him, sitting on the edge of a dip in the jungle floor that was probably about a quarter mile deep and about the same in width.
Ivan frantically made his way down the slope and hurried to the building. The Chinese letters on the front were unrecognizable to his sparse knowledge of the written language, so he didn't try to read it, let alone attempt to translate it.
The interior was darker than he would've thought but he immediately sees at least three women standing in what looked like the lobby of a hotel. They were all dressed in long, black traditional Chinese robes and were completely bald. Their ghostly white skin glowed against the dull darkness of the structure. They were standing so still, he thought they were statues at first. They were staring at him and a chill crept up Ivan's back and disintegrated at the top of his neck. The initial shock of the disturbance of this strange and dark building quickly passed, and he was suddenly back to acting in whatever movie or show he was in, putting on a character of humor and confidence with a hint of forced comedic irritability and urgency. He walked up to the reception counter where a small, petite woman stood, still as a statue and staring at him as if she were going to take off running at any moment.
"Thank goodness! I thought I was a goner out there!" Ivan says, leaning on the counter. "Look, I'm lost out here and I just need a way back to the city, is there a phone or something? Or…"
The tiny Chinese woman remained silent and staring at him with that fearful look. It started to annoy him, but he stayed in character.
"Look, just tell me, is there a way to get back to the city from here? Matter of fact, what is this place? Is this a hotel? I need a shower and a nap. Let me get a room for one while I'm here, please."
The woman's expression remained wide eyed, but the fear eased a bit, slightly. She put a hand on the counter.
"Did you hear me? I want a room," Ivan says, mimicking an eighties comedy movie main character as best he could. He thought he wasn't doing too bad.
"Oh, that's right, I forgot I'm not in America anymore. Hang on, let me just pull up this translator…" Ivan digs in his pocket and pulls out his cellphone, forgetting that it died three days ago.
"Shit, I gotta charge it. Is there an outlet around here?" Ivan looks around but catches the movement of the woman's hand tapping on the counter.
"What? Room? Yeah, I need a room for the night." Ivan says.
"Yeah, you pay." The woman says in a heavy Chinese accent.
"I know I gotta pay, just hang on." Ivan reaches into his pocket and pulls out his international credit card that had Chinese funds. He sticks the card out in a quick and sudden movement and the woman startles.
"Oop, sorry." Ivan places the card on the counter. The woman's hand grabs the card and slides it back towards her. Ivan turned his attention to the other women, now sitting by the far wall. One of them fluttered a fan at her face and stared at him with indifferent eyes as if she were ready to stick a knife in his throat. A woman next to her had a similar look as she stared at Ivan with the eyes of a psychopath, ready to chop his head off with a butcher knife. It was all eerie and creeped him out a bit, but he stayed in character and brushed it off comedically, bobbing his head to a silent tune as he relaxed and turned away from the counter. Another Chinese woman emerged from a door across the lobby. She was peeking out like an old woman peeking out the curtains of a window at the sound of some strange noise outside her home. Ivan watched her slowly walk out, she was hunched over and some black liquid was sandwiched between her dark lips. She walked over to a corner of the lobby and turned around, and Ivan got a good glimpse of her large rear end. She grabbed her stomach and leaned over as if she were about to throw up. Ivan was so entranced in the woman across the lobby that he didn't even realize that the woman at the counter behind him was just standing there, not processing his payment or doing anything a hotel receptionist would be doing once handed a credit card. Just staring at him and still as a statue.
The woman across the lobby started to squeal and make all kinds of guttural sounds. The black liquid that was in her mouth spilled out and Ivan can see it splash onto the floor in front of her. She then squats a bit, and more black liquid falls out from between her legs. Ivan acts disgusted at what he sees. She continued making strange noises, one such as if she were getting fucked, when suddenly, small, dark orbs fell to the floor covered in black liquid. They looked like egg sacks but instead of a hard outer shell, they appeared to be squishy and had a grayish tint. The woman lets out a sigh of relief. Ivan finally turned away with a look of being disturbed and back to the woman behind the counter.
"That always happen around here?" He says. He realized he didn't feel disgusted or disturbed and knew full well he was acting, molding the look onto his face. The woman was still just staring at him.
"Yeah, you pay." She says again.
"Well, that's what I gave you my fuckin credit card for," Ivan says, faking irritability. "What did it not go through?"
Suddenly, another woman appears from a doorway beside the counter. Ivan saw right away that she was taller than the others only she wore black robes that had hints of purples and tans. She looked at Ivan and smiled.
"Hello!" she said cheerfully in a milder accent, one that a Chinese woman would have if she lived in America for at least a decade.
"Hi! How are you?" Ivan says back with a smile. He found her to be the most attractive even though she was hunched over and her neck appeared to be broken and tilted at an angle as if she were trying to figure out a math problem or some kind of conundrum, and her hands were held close to her stomach like she was mimicking a T-rex. Ivan felt instant attraction to her and the second thing to go through his mind is how he was going to fuck her during his stay. If he could ever communicate that that was his intention, that is. The woman behind the counter quickly dashes away and disappears into another room behind the counter.
"Good, good! Yes!" The taller woman says, walking up to him.
"I been trying to book a room, you know, but I don't think your receptionist understands me." Ivan explains. The woman starts rubbing her hands down Ivans sides, feeling the bones of his ribs with her pointy fingers. Ivan was confused but he liked it.
"So…can I have a room?" he asked with his arms up as she felt on him.
"Yes! Yes! Come! Come! My name Pah Sing." She says.
"Pah Sing? Nice to meet you, Pah Sing," Ivan says with a grin.
Pah Sing pulls him towards the doors she came through and Ivan grabs her hand. He felt a boner erect almost instantly at the feeling of her delicate hand as she shuffled across the floor, leading him into a dark hallway with room doors on either side. Ivan thought back to his wandering of the jungle and his mental state shortly before discovering this place. He took note of this new person he seemed to have transformed into and figured that the jungle and loss of hope was to blame. As his soul sat in the audience and watched himself act in a familiar role he's seen in many comedy movies where a man is put into a difficult situation and the humor stems from his irritation and angry handling of it, he thought he'd like to remain this character once he returns home, after he's rescued from this jungle. However, now, for unknown reasons, he couldn't resist a strong urge to have sex with one of these women, mostly the one who was currently escorting him through the hallway.
"Hey, you know, you're a very beautiful woman. Probably one of the most beautiful women I've ever seen." Ivan says. He wasn't trying to flatter her; he truly meant it but didn't quite know why.
"Oh! Thank you! We suck you, my other girls suck you." She said. Ivan didn't know exactly what she meant, but he did hear something about sucking and that was good enough for him.
"Really? They'll suck me off here?" Ivan asked, not realizing that his character changed from being out of an eighties comedy movie to a fifties, romantic drama movie and he was a gentleman in a suit walking beside a pretty lady. All he needed was a cigarette to grab out of his mouth while he talked and a fedora tilted to the side on his head.
"Yeah!" she said.
"Can it be you?" Ivan asked.
"Me?" she turns her crooked head over to him and looks up at him. With some cringing sounds of broken bones shifting into place, her neck straightened out and so did her back. She stopped and looked at him with a smile.
"This way." She urges him through a door beside them. The room was dimly lit with a single bed and plenty of Chinese decor.
"Remove." She says, and Ivan starts taking off his clothes, starting with his pants. While he removed his, she removed hers. After he was completely without clothes and she was too, she gestures for him to lay down on the bed which he does. She climbs on top of the bed and runs her hands up his legs, pushing her butt into the air with a curvy arch in her back. Ivan watched her as she licked all around his balls and dick. He closes his eyes as she started sucking him off gently and slowly.
"I might have to stay here…forever." Ivan says with a wide smile. Shortly after, the three other women that were in the lobby, the small petite one, the medium slim one and the slightly taller one with the fan, enter the room. Ivan opens his eyes and sees them taking off their robes. He chuckles.
"Went from the worst day of my life, to the best." Ivan mutters as the women climb on the bed, positioning themselves on either side of him. They planted kisses on his shoulders and neck, and Ivan felt a strange tingling sensation with each kiss. Ivan rubs his fingers in one of their vaginas with one hand and grabs the others boob. The small petite one was licking his left leg and the one who led him to the room started sucking even harder, her head bobbing up and down rigorously. It was the best feeling he ever felt in his life.
As he started to climax, he lets out a wild howl, an orgasmic yell that he never heard come out of him before. The yell turned to a scream of terror and as he laid there listening to himself scream, he forced his eyes back open.
Ivan looked down to see that the flesh of his legs was gone, and the blood stained bones were all that was left. He could see part of his hip bone as his entire groin was an area of bloody flesh, chewed away by a grotesque creature with a smooth pale head, smooth black butt and the blackest eight legs. It was chewing at the flesh of his groin like someone would be going at a rack of baby back ribs. Another eight-legged creature chewed on the flesh of his right thigh, and he could feel something gnawing on his shoulder. He tried to let out a scream but only a pitiful whimper escaped his mouth, as if he no longer had a voice. He looked at his right hand that had been twiddling the pussy lips of one of them and saw that all the flesh was gone and it was just a bloody bone lying dead on the rocky floor of whatever cave he was laying in.
THE END.