Message-ID: <3571eli$9709011201@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: MelLin6695@aol.com Subject: New TG from Waldo - Jane - Chapter 2b 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: <970830115842_-966919818@emout05.mail.aol.com> Jane by Waldo Chapter 2b 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 ****** The next two days were a blur for Jane. They allowed her to rest because it was obvious that she was exhausted from her ordeal. They gave her a small hut and she spent most of the time sleeping. Laywan spent some time with her, telling Jane about the Thrudds and the Lost City. The Lost City really existed. It was in a mountain valley where there was only one way in - the rope bridge which was tightly guarded by both tribes - and two ways out - the rope bridge and the waterfall. The river flowing through the valley eventually ended in a four hundred-foot waterfall that flowed into the jungle below. Laywan noted that some people had survived going over the waterfall but most people didn't. The Lost City got its name because a former mountain trail collapsed, leaving the inhabitants trapped for almost a century before they found they could build a rope bridge at a certain point and get out. By that time, the residents were used to their privacy and new self-reliance. Where they had been descendants of the Momgua tribe, now they considered themselves to be a separate tribe. When they re-established relations with the Momguas, both tribes recognized each other's individual sovereignty. The Momguas didn't want the Thrudd's remote lands and the Thrudds enjoyed their isolation. There was a gold mine, but it didn't produce as much gold as Sir Walter imagined. Most of the gold had been removed over two hundred years before and now the mine didn't produce enough to make it worth mining. And the majority of the gold that had been removed had been used to trade with the Momguas or stolen by escapees. Yes, escapees. The Thrudds had early recognized that the isolation could produce too much in-breeding with such a small village, so they used the time-honored custom of raiding other jungle villages to obtain new villagers of breeding age. But the truce with the Momguas prevented raiding the Momguas tribe and other tribes were too far away. Their problem was resolved when the Momguas offered to give the Thrudds first choice on any captives that the Momguas didn't kill or want for their own breeding programs. The eight or ten people every year that the Thrudds brought back to their village were more than enough to provide the genetic difference to support their tribe's long-term existence and to give the tribe an understanding of world-wide changes. Over the last two hundred years, most of the people brought back to the village were either English, Spanish or Portuguese explorers, thus the reason that most of the current villagers were light skinned and spoke multiple languages. The Thrudds were unique because all of the village elders or chiefs were women. Apparently something in the water caused most babies to be born female and the females were normally larger and stronger than the men were. In this tribe, the women were the warriors and the men were the food preparers or farmers. Most of the men who were born in the valley were Jane's height while most of the women were Laywan's height and general build. Any male that was over five foot four inches had probably been born outside the valley. There were currently about sixteen hundred men and women in the tribe, with about seventy-five men that had been born elsewhere. Jane was the first white woman although there were about thirty black women who had entered the tribe through similar circumstances. And that's why Jane was there - to be the latest addition to their breeding program. Laywan told Jane that she would learn to love the new life. She would be assigned a different lover each month until she became pregnant. After her baby was born, she would again sample a different lover every month and repeat the cycle until she had born five babies by different lovers. Then she would be free to select and marry a husband if she desired. Until she had five children, she had to have a different lover every month, even if she fell in love with one of her lovers. Jane asked Laywan why she wasn't married. The response was "My blood is the blood of thousands of years of our village forefathers. I can only marry an outsider. And I have chosen my mate although he hasn't acknowledged my selection. He doesn't live in the Lost City and only visits us occasionally. When he visits the next time, you'll see why I lost my heart to him." Jane laughed at the irony of the situation. She had fled her father's estate because he wanted her to marry a young man of his choosing and to basically provide him with many grandchildren that he could be proud of. And here in the jungle thousands of miles from her home, it appeared that her destiny was to be a mother also. ****** She lost her virginity on the third night in the village. Not by her choosing or by her willing participation but because it was so mandated by the tribal council. Because she was a virgin, they awarded her as if she was a trophy to a male that was one of their top farmers. Laywan told her about the tribal decision then left her with two women whose jobs were to make sure that she didn't run away, that she was properly prepared to meet her new mate and that the de-flowering took place. The women shared their dinner meal with Jane as they talked about the decision but Jane didn't notice that a small herb was added to her meal. Twenty minutes after dinner was finished, a very complacent and happy Jane was more than willing to do whatever the women suggested. The women escorted the very glassy-eyed Jane to the river and bathed her, throwing away the clothing that she'd been wearing ever since her capture. They gave her some new clothes very similar to what Laywan wore but without the weapons. They also gave her some clothes that they laughingly described as "bedtime clothes". They washed, brushed, and combed her hair, decorating her hair with flowers and beads. Then they left a very warm, happy and slightly drugged Jane in her hut, waiting for her first man. Jane wasn't too thrilled when she woke up the next morning and saw the naked man sleeping beside her. She remembered everything that they had done together but it had seemed like a faint dream. Everything seemed so fuzzy but normal from the moment that the man entered her hut. She remembered welcoming him to her hut with a kiss and undressing each other before she proudly guided him to her bed. She remembered touching his throbbing manhood and enjoying the feel of the hard, heavy cock growing in response to her gentle touch. She remembered stroking his hard cock and seeing the look of pure satisfaction on his face as she played with him. She remembered guiding his very hard cock to that very private part of her body that she had protected for so many years - her vagina. She remembered the burning and hurting as he entered her, then remembered how the burning changed to a different type of burning - a burning where she couldn't get enough of him. She remembered the wonderful series of orgasms that accompanied her migration from virgin to womanhood. She remembered his energy-less collapse on top of her after he pumped his hot load deep into her and how she fought to keep him hard, to keep him thrusting into her as she begged for more. She remembered how they both fell asleep exhausted, his semi-flaccid manhood buried inside her. Pushing the memories aside, she slipped out of bed and examined herself as tears flowed down her cheeks. Was she pregnant? How could she tell if she was pregnant? Her legs were sore from the repeated pounding by his body and her breasts hurt from his repeated sucking and squeezing. Her dark mound of pubic hair was matted with his dried cum and there were bruises between her legs. She grabbed her new clothes and quickly dressed, then headed to the river to cleanse herself, leaving the man still asleep. The man whose name she didn't know. She undressed and dived into the river naked, letting the water cleanse her body and mind. When she finally felt clean, she dressed in her amazon short skirt, leather halter, and leather boots. She returned to her hut to find that the man had cleaned the hut before leaving. Later in the morning, Laywan talked to her but Jane didn't want to talk to Laywan or any of the other damned women. The most important possession of her life had been taken away from her and given to a complete stranger. All of her life-long romantic daydreams where she found the perfect man and they rode off into the sunset, had been destroyed. When the two amazon women came to prepare her for her second night to be the man's bed companion, Jane refused to cooperate with their friendly requests. She refused to eat or drink anything, knowing that was how they drugged her the previous night. Then the two women showed Jane that if necessary, they would use their superior force to gain her compliance. Jane fought them but their much larger size and greater strength quickly overpowered her, even though she fought like a trapped wildcat. She spat out the drug that they stuffed into her mouth, but they had a trick to get her to swallow some of it. Twenty minutes later, a more calm and slightly drugged Jane gladly accepted the full dosage of the drug, then let her new friends guide her back to the river for the evening cleansing. It was the same man in bed beside her when she awoke the next morning. She crawled out of bed and sat naked on the floor in the corner of the hut crying. Her sobbing woke him up and he slipped out of bed, pausing only long enough to grab his clothes before he slipped naked out the hut's door. Five minutes later the two amazon women entered the hut, carrying a glass of water. One of them softly commanded "This will take the hurt away. When you don't need it anymore, we'll stop it." Jane's shaking hands eagerly accepted the glass, knowing that it contained one of the mysterious drugs instead of water. She turned the glass up, drinking the liquid the same way that she used to drink her father's stolen whiskey - bottoms up. Five minutes later, the smile had returned to her face and she felt happy. She willingly accepted her friend's directions to visit the river and to clean her body. Then she returned to her hut and spent the rest of the morning in a semi-daze. At lunchtime, she eagerly accepted a second glass of the "happy water" as she called it. After her dinner and third, more powerful glass of "happy water", she was sitting in her hut waiting on the man. Her body was burning and itching for him. She felt a strong desire for him and couldn't wait for him to enter her hut. When he stepped into the hut, she attacked him with a passion that she didn't believe possible. She made love to him two long times before he rolled over to go to sleep off his exhaustion. She slipped out of bed and stared at the spare glass of "happy water" sitting on her shelf - the drugs that helped her overcome her reluctance. Standing naked in the center of her hut with her body coated with sweat and drying cum, she eagerly drank the glass of "happy water" then climbed back in bed beside the already sleeping man. As the "happy waters" warm buzz began flowing through her body, she sought new ways to entertain her man. She gently convinced him to roll over on his back so that she could stare at his cock that was just as asleep as the man. Not knowing what she was doing, she let her lips drift down his body until her lips were touching his shriveled cock. 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