Message-ID: <3570eli$9709011201@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: MelLin6695@aol.com Subject: New TG from Waldo - Jane - Chapter 2a of 9b Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-ID: <970830115835_1327414902@emout03.mail.aol.com> Jane by Waldo Chapter 2a of 9b Tarzan is a copyrighted character and this story is not intended to infringe on those rights. While my Tarzan has a similar storyline, its purpose is to entertain without claiming credit for the orignal Tarzan. All rights reserved by Author. Not to be read by minors or sold without explicit written permission of the author Chapter 2 - The Lost City Legend Sir Walter continued to hold his rifle, not sure what to think of this naked white savage. He felt somewhat intimidated by the young man's appearance and attitude. After all, normal people didn't walk around the jungle dressed like that and without a rifle. Rising to his feet so that young man didn't seem as tall, Sir Walter cradled his rifle as he removed the pipe from his mouth "I'm Sir Walter Desmond, on an exploration expedition authorized personally by Her Majesty, the Queen of England. Welcome to my humble camp. This is Lady Jane Parker, my assistant. Now sir, why are you dressed like one of the savages?" A brief smile gleamed exposing a full mouth of white teeth as the young man replied in a deep but gentle baritone voice "Because I am one of the savages. I've lived all my life in the jungle and dress this way because normal clothes have a tendency to be destroyed as I live my life the way that I've always lived." "Is Tarzan your first or last name?" asked Jane, a little pique over this unknown, white person dressed like a savage, who just waltzed into their camp uninvited. He was very lucky that Sir Walter hadn't mistaken him for a wild animal or a thief and accidentally shot him. He turned slightly and bowed to acknowledge Jane's presence "You have keen eyesight. I noticed that you saw me before I really entered the fire's light. My name isn't Tarzan, but it's the only name that the natives have called me for so many years that I came to accept it as my real name. It means `white savage' in one of the local native dialects and I've become used to it being my only name. I've run across other people out here in the jungle who are also known as Tarzan for various reasons. My real name no longer means anything to me so I accept the name as if it was the name that my parents gave me at my birth." Before she could reply to his answer to her question, Tarzan turned back to Sir Walter "The jungle drums say that you're looking for The Lost City. I came to warn you that it doesn't exist and I suggest that you stop wasting your time looking for it and risking your lives entering dangerous tribal lands. You're only two days from Momgua territory and they don't like strangers. They especially don't like white strangers." Sir Walter's rifle made a soft clicking sound as he released the safety switch. Turning slightly so that the barrel was pointed more directly at Tarzan, Sir Walter asked, "Why are you here trying to warn us away? Is it because we're getting close to this place that you claim doesn't exist?" Tarzan's face never quit smiling as he responded "The jungle drums also describe the beautiful young lady. If she hadn't been here, I would've allowed you to continue and to meet whatever destiny is reserved for you. But I came to warn you that she shouldn't be here or accompanying you any further into the territory. Now that I've warned you, it's on your conscious. Good- by." Tarzan turned and walked back across the clearing into the dark jungle as Sir Walter stared at his departing back. As soon as he blended into the jungle foliage, Sir Walter issued a sharp command to the native bearers that resulted in them grabbing their spears and forming a guarding circle around the camp. Jane asked, "What is the Lost City?" Releasing the safety from his rifle, he responded "It's an ancient city. Some say it disappeared about the same time that Atlantis disappeared, while other's say it's a more modern city. Either way, it's rumored that this city is built on a gold mine that can make the finder rich. I know that you think that we're just wandering about the jungle, but I'm actually following a map. A map drew by someone who saw the city and lived to return to civilization. I think the city exists and that's why I'm here." "If your map-drawer saw the city, why isn't he rich?" "You wouldn't understand. A lot of men don't always have the strength or force of will to accomplish tasks. I have that personal strength and I'm determined to find the mine, to claim it as my own with the help of my bearers and to return to England as a very rich man." ****** Now that the real reason for the safari was exposed to Jane, a lot of the camp gear made sense. There were some explosives, a lot of weapons and some of the bearers looked more like mercenaries than explorers. For the next week following Tarzan's visit, Jane's private diary entries every night noted her rapidly increasing dissatisfaction with her role in this safari. It was one thing to explore, but another to be planning to rob and pillage a village of its native treasures. Every evening since then, they had sat around the evening's campfire discussing what Sir Walter planned to do if they found the long-lost village and Jane was now convinced that he would do whatever it took - even commit murder - to claim the Lost City's treasures. She still didn't know or care if it really existed. She just knew that she didn't want to be there when and if it was found. She made up her mind to leave the safari at the first possible moment. After Tarzan's visit, they had skirted around the Momgua territory until today. That's when Brad Johnson and his men joined the expedition. Sir Walter had given orders to keep the same camp for the last three days and each day, he'd marched off with a small group of natives leaving her in the camp. He'd returned early today and had paced the camp perimeter smoking his pipe as he stared into the brush. Then just before dark, Brad's safari of about forty armed men joined them. Brad Johnson was a swarthy, balding, overweight constantly sweating man that had a very obvious cruel streak. He'd been on his best behavior ever since his armed band of mercenaries joined Sir Walter's team, but something about him seemed so slimy and dangerous to Jane that she stayed away from him. He reminded her of someone that her father had fired one time for whipping a worn-out horse to death. Upon Brad's arrival, the normal camp-life changed. Instead of a quiet dinner at night, Sir Walter and Brad sequestered their selves in the large tent and whispered as they conspired over their plans. She quickly recognized that there was a dangerous side to the gentle Sir Walter that she hadn't recognized before. A side driven by greed. The next morning, the camp quickly packed up and headed straight into the Momgua territory. Brad took control of the bearers and forced them to cover twice the normal distance before he stopped to set up camp. He refused to allow campfires to be built so there was no warm food or relaxing after dinner discussions. Instead everyone but the guards turned in early to rest for another hard day's march. Per Brad's unusual orders that everyone sleep in their clothes, Jane was almost fully dressed as she slept in the privacy of her centrally-placed tent, a loaded pistol by her side. The pistol was more to protect Jane from her companions than from the unseen inhabitants of this section of the jungle. Jane was awakened during her sleep by a weird cry. Jumping to her feet, she slipped on her boots and rushed out of her tent to discover a crowd forming around something. Pushing her way through the crowd, she saw a bent-over Brad examining a native guard whose headless body was lying on the ground. Sir Walter saw her at the same time as she passed out. ****** When she woke up, she was surprised to find herself on a stretcher being carried by some of the native bearers as the packed-up safari wound its way through the jungle that was barely visible from the faint light of the sunrise. One of the bearers helped her to her feet as another one of the bearers went forward to find Sir Walter. He returned quickly to admonish her "Don't wander from the guards that's been assigned to you." "What happened to that man?" she asked, still feeling weak from seeing such a cruel death so close. "It was a warning to turn back. A warning that we've obviously ignored. We're continuing deep into Momgua territory and we're not going to let those stupid natives scare us." ****** The campfires were lit that night because there was obviously no need for secrecy now that their presence was known. Jane noticed that the guards were doubled around the camp that night. The next morning, there were no deaths, but they were short almost thirty porters who'd silently disappeared sometime during the night, reducing their total force to less than one hundred total. That day, they discovered another headless body tied to a tree in the middle of the trail that someone recognized as a former porter - one of the deserters. That night, Brad and Sir Walter alternated being up all night to keep the bearers from disappearing, but they still lost over seventy people whom deserted somehow during the night. The remaining safari of sixteen people discarded a lot of gear, taking only what was necessary - guns, ammo, food, water and Sir Walter's small trunk of maps and journals. Even Jane was pressed into service to carry food and ammo, leaving behind her small trunk; being permitted only to carry her personal diary. They pressed forward, refusing to stop for rests until everyone was almost exhausted. That's when the attack occurred. A lead scout fell over dead as the spear penetrated his chest. Jane dropped her pack and ran for shelter - a big tree. As she reached the tree, a painted native stepped out from behind the tree and clubbed her with his club. ****** Jane's head hurt. Everything hurt, but her head hurt the most. Her throat was dry and her lips felt parched. Ignoring her pain, she opened her eyes, discovering that her arms and legs were bound and that she was in a native hut. She tried to sit up but the way that she was tied prevented her from getting into a comfortable position. She humped the floor as she turned and rotated only to discover that another similarly tied prisoner was quietly watching her. He whispered "I think that they're all dead. It was a trap and they massacred us. It's only me and you." She recognized him as one of the guards that joined the camp with Brad. She whispered back "What about Sir Walter?" "I saw him run back down the trail with a painted Momgua right behind him. He's probably out there in the jungle with a spear through his back." "Can you untie me?" He shook his head no then whispered "They broke my fingers when they captured me." Their discussion was interrupted by someone lifting a tent flap and saying something in a language that she didn't understand. Then two men entered the hut and roughly picked her up from the floor, carrying her by her arms. She was dumped on the ground as if she was a sack of potatoes. A foot gingerly slipped under her chin and pried her face up. Staring up at the bright sun, all Jane could see was the outline of the foot's owner. Then a woman's voice asked, "Do you speak English?" Squinting into the sun, Jane was able to see that the voice's owner was a young black woman. Through her parched lips, Jane grunted "Yes, please help me." The woman replied "I'll do what I can but you're going to have to tolerate a little more punishment first before I can you to a safe place." The woman switched languages and began talking to someone that Jane couldn't see from her facedown position. As Jane listened to them talk, she could tell from her limited knowledge of African languages that the woman was haggling with some man over the ownership of Jane. Finally the woman's voice changed to English again "You were expensive - one pig. Just relax and wait because I can't leave until tomorrow. Until then, you're still their prisoner." She was carried back and dumped in the same dark hut. Only this time, she was all alone. They left her alone overnight, tied tightly with nothing to eat or drink. She allowed herself to pee on herself because she couldn't hold it back any longer. The next morning, someone came into the dark hut, cut her ropes, and handed her a bowl of gruel. She wolfed the gruel down while her unknown benefactor waited. When she dropped the empty bowl, her female benefactor said in English "The Momgua were going to kill you but I purchased your freedom. You belong to me - Understand? You show me the proper respect while I lead you out of here or the Momgua might not honor their portion of the bargain." The woman's strong hands lifted Jane's chin as the woman slipped something around her neck, then she fumbled with a buckle. When she was finished, she gave a little tug on a rope, almost pulling a very weak Jane off her feet. The woman repeated Jane's instructions "You come where I lead and don't say anything or look at them. I don't want you to accidentally insult anyone as we're leaving." Jane was led out of the hut, motivated by strong tugs on the rope that kept her moving. She paused for a second to stare at the dead body of the other prisoner lying beside the entrance to the hut but the sharp tug of the rope kept her going. The woman led Jane through the center of the village and down a path to a river where they climbed into a canoe. The woman handed Jane a paddle as she whispered "Keep it up for another twenty minutes until we put some distance between us and them. Then I'll stop and let you clean up some." Jane was weak and could barely hold the paddle, much less wield it correctly but somehow she found the strength to do as directed. It was with a lot of relief that the woman directed the prow of the canoe into shore about twenty minutes later. The woman unfastened the leash around Jane's neck, leaving the leather collar still in place "Keep this on and I'll have to put you back on the lease until we're really out of here. Get in the water and clean yourself. You smell like you shit in your britches." Jane fell in the water and just floated, letting the flowing water clean and refresh her. For several minutes, she just relaxed, feeling a little strength come back. She turned to stare at her benefactor - a young woman that could only be described as a black amazon. The woman's natural skin color was dark, not black like the Momgua natives. She was tall for a woman - close to six feet tall, slightly broad-shouldered, and had very long legs - legs that were strong and muscular like a man's legs. Her long dark hair was braided into pigtails festooned with bright ribbons. Her clothes were a simple mid-thigh skirt and a leather halter to support her breasts. Her lower arms were covered with a leather wrist guard. Around her waist was a short belt, which supported a scabbard- encased knife and a small leather bag. Jane asked, "Who are you?" The woman responded "I'm Laywan, a chief of the Thrudds. Whether you like it or not, you're now a member of the Thrudds. The Momgua territory completely surrounds our small village and we are allowed to come and go only as they permit." "I'm Jane Parker. My father is rich. If you can just get me to a large city, I can make you rich." Laywan laughed "What good is riches in a jungle? Can your money buy me a longer life? Better air, a good husband or remove this scar from my leg? Rich is a state of mind." "How did you learn to speak such perfect English?" "If the Momgua don't kill their captives, we buy them and adopt them into our tribe. Over the years, we've become a multiple language tribe because of the large number of English captives that have come to live with us - thanks to the warring nature of the Momguas." ****** Laywan did most of the paddling for the rest of the morning while Jane rested. Then they stored the canoe on the riverbank and started climbing a steep trail that quickly carried them up into the mountains. As Laywan walked up the mountain in front of Jane, the worn-out Englishwoman couldn't help but stare at the Amazon's muscular legs that were almost constantly at Jane's eye-level as they climbed the steep trail. Jane had seen so many naked women since arriving in Africa, that the sight of a woman's naked body no longer startled her. But this woman's semi-naked body was different because of her strong athletic build. Her lean body was the result of constant exercises, not dieting like Jane's friends did back home. The ebony's woman's body glistened with a light coating of sweat that further highlighted her muscle definition as the woman easily climbed the steep trail. Behind her, Jane admired the beautiful muscles her new "owner" possessed in her legs. Just looking at the very prominent hamstrings, Jane could tell that the woman had a lot of power available and ready whenever she needed it. Once when Jane was gasping for breath from her exertion, Laywan turned to face Jane and began flexing her quad muscles up and down to stretch out the muscles while she waited on Jane to recover her breathing. Jane could only stare at the expanding quads as they jutted out like a runner's muscles, recognizing that her own legs looked weak and undeveloped compared to her new friend's legs. They walked until just before dark when they reached a campground. A very weak and tired Jane didn't resist as Laywan tied Jane's hands and feet so that she couldn't escape while Laywan slept. The next morning, they continued their journey, reaching a steep cliff just before dark. Again, Jane was tied during the night. The next morning, Laywan guided Jane to a small trail along the face of the cliff. For hours, they walked a very narrow trail, hugging the cliff face until they reached a narrow rope footbridge across a chasm. When Jane reached the other side, Laywan said, "You're now in Thrudd land. That bridge is the only way in or out. Don't ever attempt to escape because we'll catch you." They went up and down more cliff faces until they stood on a small cliff overlooking a green valley with a beautiful river flowing through it. Laywan pointed to a small clearing, declaring "There is my home - The Lost City." ****** -- +--------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `------------+ | story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us | story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us | | Archive site +--------------------+------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | \ .../assm/faq.html> /