After lifting the tiny redhead off the ground by a pair of fingers, Konga deposits Jennifer into his fist. She wriggles and squirms against the warm, slightly moist, fleshy tendrils of his fingers, but Jennifer is helpless to stop her arms and body from being wrapped up in the firm embrace of Konga's grip.
Jennifer can feel Konga's hot breath against her skin as he brings her inches away from his face. With the massive pointer finger on his free hand, he traces along her straining collarbone and shoulder muscles (as she still tries in vain to break free) and pulls at the base of Jennifer's ponytail. The band snaps and her long red-copper hair cascades down around her shoulders. Konga marveled at the way that way her orange locks shined in the sun. He wonders how beautiful she would look against the setting sun from his mountain top lair.
A new sense of fear gripped Jennifer as Konga took his first steps into the jungle.
"HEEELLLP! HEEEeeellLLLLPP!" she shrieked out desperately, her voice rippling as each of Konga's steps shook her body.
None of the other women dared to speak or even move until the giant man had disappeared into the overgrowth and not even the echos of Jennifer cries could be heard.
Looks were shared, but no one immediately stepped into leadership. No one wanted to leave their friend to be the play thing of a giant, but... what could possibly be done? Were they going to run after Konga? Or did they need to focus on their own survival?
It wasn't until the sun began to hang lower in the sky when someone finally spoke up.
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