Message-ID: <3573eli$9709011201@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: MelLin6695@aol.com Subject: New TG from Waldo - Jane - Chapter 4a 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: <970830115923_1360970614@emout03.mail.aol.com> Jane by Waldo Chapter 4a 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 4 - Kill the bastard! They climbed a high cliff and sat on the cliff face watching the beautiful sunset as it cast its rapidly moving shadows across the valley floors. Then they curled up inside a nearby cave where they made slow, delicious love to each other. The type of love that only two lovers familiar with each other's body and desires, can share with each other. As they rested in each other's arms after a perfect mutual climax together, Tarzan asked an innocent question "Why are you here in the savage jungle? After all, you had so much going for you back in England - parents that loved you and could afford the best for you." "Just because they loved me, doesn't mean that they treated me correctly. My early childhood is filled with so many memories of being shushed by my nannies because my parents were entertaining dinner guests - important dinner guests, which they thought were more important than me. It seems that we never had any unimportant dinner guests. It was a big, big house and I could go for a couple of days without seeing them as they busied themselves with their official host and hostess roles, ignoring the little child who just wanted to be near her too-busy parents. Then they discovered that I was an emerging pubescent adolescent who was beginning to take on the physical shape of a delicate lady - abet my delicate shape was more enhanced because of my very small body . Suddenly the parents who didn't want anything to do with a crying, thumb-sucking kid turned into too-nice parents that were competing for the `Parents of the Year' award. By that time in my life, I was used to being neglected by them and allowed to run free - as free as I could under the sharp eyes of nannies that were changed every year. I didn't want to be their little girl who wore only dresses and enjoyed my trousers. I couldn't climb trees in a dress." She laughed a high pitched laugh as she thought about those carefree days. "You were a tomboy?" Tarzan asked as he touched one of her puffy nipples, watching it react to his gentle teasing. "Yes, I was quite a tomboy as I played in the barn, climbing the rafters, riding the horses bareback, sneaking into the river for a quick swim with my friends. I had my special childhood friends who treated me as one of them and then suddenly, I was the young lady of the house, who had to learn how to serve tea and crumpets; and also was expected to give up my friends for important people that my parents only knew through the countless parties that they gave for the social crowd. I was expected to dress in fancy silks and hoops and my favorite trousers were destroyed. My hair was curled and I was forbidden to wear my newly-curled hair tucked up into an over-sized hat anymore. I didn't mind the physical transition from girlhood to womanhood, but I didn't like my parents impression of what womanhood meant. Where I was forbidden to attend their parties before; now I was pushed into the center floor, dressed like a young princess and expected to fulfill the social obligations that I didn't want." She arched her back and shifted her position slightly within his arms so that her nipple was closer to his face - so close that it was a clear invitation that she wanted him to suck on it. "That may sound bad to you, but to someone like myself who has never had a home or any place to call my own, that sounds good." Replied Tarzan as he though about the differences between their childhood lives and stared at the tender flesh around her perfect nipple. A smirk formed on Jane's face as she thought about the differences between their lives before answering "Yeah, I had it good, but I didn't want it good. I didn't run away from my home because I hated my parents, rather I did it because I wanted to live my own life as I chose to live it. I wanted the opportunity to be able to chase the wind, to soar like a hunting hawk on the prowl for its evening meal, to run like a wild horse across the burning beach sand and most of all -to be me. I discovered that I enjoyed the thrill of the kill, the freedom of going naked, the freedom to choose between lying on a rock naked or swimming in a river fraught with danger. My father made me feel like a teeny-weeny little girl because of the way that I was expected to dress and act. Out here, I feel that I'm the King and can do anything that I desire. You know that I've always hated my small size and wished that I was bigger. My ideal body size would be to be as big as Laywan - or even bigger. I don't want to be as big as Mary Beth because she's too damn big and there's nothing proportional about her. I know that I can never be bigger than I am now, but I feel bigger because I can almost keep up with those long-legged Amazons Warrior cunts. Instead of being a young, delicate woman of proper upbringing whose steaks are cut up for her by the Butler, I'm a warrior who hunts my own food with a spear. I could be myself and know that people liked me for who I was - not who my parents were. That's one of the reasons that I like it here. And you're the other one." She declared as she rolled over slightly and rubbed her nipple against his lips which accepted the gift. Her slender leg rolled over his massive leg and for several moments, they were silent as his lips explored her very familiar and totally delicate feminine breasts. Her slender arms wrapped around his head as she enjoyed the various sensations that her body was feeling - the wet teasing of his soft tongue on her areola, the ticking of his chest hair against her belly, the matting of her pubic hair as she mashed her genitalia against the sharp bones of his hip and the enjoyable itch that she was feeling deep inside her vagina. For several moments, they laid like that, then she rolled off of him, knowing that she was teasing him, knowing that anticipation was something that they both enjoyed as part of their sex. Rolling back into her comfortable position where she was using his arm as a pillow as she curled up next to him, she resumed the discussion, ignoring the more husky sound of her voice as she asked "Why do you like me?" A teasing smile formed on his face as he thought about her question before honestly replying "I don't like you. I like Laywan. My feelings for you are stronger than just pure like. Ever since that first time that I saw you, I knew that you're someone special. I remember seeing you that first time as you and the old man sat around the campfire. I remember thinking that you had to have balls to be way out in the jungle when you could have been home safe in your bed. Then when I saw you that first day that I came back to the village, you really stood out among all those women. There were all these semi-clad tall, broad-shouldered women standing around me, but you were the only one that attracted me. I think part of my attraction for you, was because of your small size. I knew that you weren't as big or as strong as the other women, but I also knew that you were more deadlier. I knew that you were working harder to do the things that they found so easy because of their natural large size. I knew that you were having to work harder also because you had been born with a silver spoon in your mouth yet these ferocious women accepted you as one of them. You may be small, but I think that's what made you so tough. And it's also part of the reason why I fell in love with you." She grinned and kissed him as she whispered "And I thought it was because I had the best pussy that you ever had. Stupid me. Why do you like small women? Would you like me if I was normal size?" Tarzan sensed that he was about to tread dangerous water, rolled over on his side and let one of his fingers trace a slow path down her belly toward her dark pubic mound as he replied "You are rather small. I think that's what attracted me to you at first until I got the opportunity to know you. Your white skin and small size really stood out among those dark-skinned long-legged women. As for being bigger, I'm very happy with you being the way that you are." "I know and I'm sorry that I keep harping on it but it's something that bothers me. Everyday I think about the height difference and wish that I was more like them. Everyone has something about themselves that they don't like. I used to talk with Mary Beth and tell her that I wanted to be big and strong and she would laugh and tell me how she wanted to be small and petite like me. I want to have legs that can stretch wide and leap tall boulders. I want the longer arm reach when I'm climbing cliffs. I get tired of looking up at my friend's faces. I see you standing on the tree limb and I think how perfect you are. You have such long, strong legs that can carry you for hours. You have the muscular chest that allows you to catch vines and swing across the jungle tree tops. I envy your muscular development and general body build. I envy the freedom that you've always enjoyed, roaming the jungle as you please, no home to tie you down, no parents to force you to hold your thumb up when you're drinking tea. I don't even like tea yet I was forced to drink it every day `because proper young ladies are expected to entertain their male guests at the 4pm tea'. I don't think that I could ever go back to that type of life again." A sad look appeared on his face as he considered his response "The grass is always greener on the other side of the fence. You think that it would be great to grow up as an orphan of the jungle. Well, I didn't think it was so great. My missionary parents died in a plague when I was young and the tribe let me stay in the village as if I was one of their many orphans. I slept where ever I could find shelter for the night, fought with the wild dogs for scraps of food from the trash and wore cast-off pieces of clothing. Because I was white and they were black, I was treated as an outcast by almost everyone. When I was a young man, full of vim and vigor, the village girls treated me as if I was an leper because my cock was so small compared to my black friends. I had sex with a few prostitutes who taught me how to use what I had. Later when I was ready to take a wife, I had no family possessions to use as a dowry. I saw the woman of my choice - a beautiful, ebony girl with perky little breasts who I watched transition from childhood to womanhood - given away to a friend of mine, whose father could afford the three cow's asking price. I left the village intending to seek my fortune and became a wanderlust, traveling through the jungle, living here, living there, having no place of my own to call home. I became the man that you see before you now - a person that isn't afraid of anything because I've face danger so many times a day just as part of my normal life. A person that would do whatever was needed to survive. Yep, I'm a survivor. Throw me into a pit of alligators and I'll survive somehow. I may lose an arm or leg, but I'll come out of the pit not worrying about my loss because that's the type of person that I am. You complain about your parent's treatment of you. At least you had parents. I wish sometimes that I had a home that I could back to. I would give up the jungle, my freedom, just to have someone that cared for me." "Is there anyone that you would've swapped places with if you could've?" "Yes and no. My father was much older than my mother and had been married before, with a son who about sixteen years older than me. When my Dad and Mom came to the jungle, they left him with one of Dad's sisters but brought me so that I could see some of the world. So after they died, while I was fighting over scraps of food, I imagined that he was eating at a fancy restaurant. I used to go to sleep at night under someone's hut, staying alert while I knew that he was safely sleeping in his own bed, in a neighborhood where he didn't have to worry about something eating him at night. I envied his security, his peace of mind, but it was only a childhood fantasy." Jane's slight chuckle summed up the overall discussion "It sounds as if both of us would have been happy if we could have been born each other." "Yeah, but then, we wouldn't have met each other." Tarzan explained as his golden eyes gleamed in the dim light. Jane's hand drifted down his naked belly, discovering that his manhood was primed and waiting for her. Her soft hand wrapped around his erection as her lips nibbled on his neck. He arched his back slightly and turned his head so that she could get to his neck. She turned over, pulling his arm around her waist as she backed up so that she fit into the forward curve of his body. He placed his erection so that it rested between her thighs, the tip of it sticking out just below her pubic hair. As she gently rubbed the tip of his engorged cockhead against her itching pussy, she asked in a very husky voice "Tell me what you like about my body!" "Hummm. That's blackmail at this particular moment." He groaned lightly as his hand drifted around her waist, then moved up to her breasts and began squeezing her breast. "Are you a boob or leg man?" she asked as she spit into her hand, then used her salvia to coat the tip of his cockhead, feeling it throb as the cool wetness of her salvia further increased his desire to take her. Behind her, he shivered with delight from the added sensation before he answered "I guess that I'm a boob man." She squeezed the cockhead "Guess?" "Yeah, when I saw you that first day in the village, standing there with your perky boobs all coated with sweat, all I could think about was wrapping my lips around your nipples." She cooed lightly "so show me." ****** During the night as they slept in each other's exhausted arms, Tarzan had been awaken by something - a sixth sense that warned him of danger but he had discovered nothing when he stepped out to the cliff face and looked into the dark valley below their sleeping area. He returned to the warm spot beside the still sleeping Jane, enjoying the feel of her warm body as she curled up next to him, her sleeping fingers searching his body until they found his shriveled penis. She cupped his penis with her hand as she slept, using his arm as her pillow. The faint smell of smoke woke Tarzan as the first faint rays of sunlight penetrated their cave. He rushed to the cliff's face and saw the distant source of the smoke - the village was on fire. It took them several hours to get down from the cliff and to cross the valley. Jane knew that Tarzan could've covered the distance in a quarter of the time, but he held back and ran at a pace that she could endure for that distance. The burning fires were almost out when they entered the village. Most of the village was burned to the ground - including Jane's hut. There were also several bodies that had been collected and stacked in the center of town. A very grim Laywan met them "It was the white man - Bart. He wasn't able to leave the valley so he's been hiding out and gathering some of the recent captives. They sneaked into the village during the middle of the night, burst into the armory and armed themselves with guns. Then they went on a burning and killing spree, killing two of our elder chiefs. They're out there in the forest somewhere and I'm going to lead our warriors to find them." Tarzan looked at the carnage and stated "I'll help you find them. Jane, you stay here." Reluctantly Jane stayed behind to help the injured and to guard the village while most of the Warrior's followed Tarzan and Laywan. Throughout the rest of the day, she worked tirelessly to ensure that the rest of the fires were out and the injured cared for. As she was finishing changing a bandage on a wounded friend, it surprised her to look up and see Sir Walter staring at her. Only it was a different Sir Walter. The weeks of living as a farmer had put some of his weight back on him, but because he was on the lowest level of the captive "pecking order" because of his age, he'd shared the common sleeping quarters out in the field area where Jane usually didn't visit. Immediately upon his arrival in the village, he'd picked up a bad case of head lice so his head and trademark mustache had been shaven to control the lice. His tailored khaki clothes had been destroyed so he wore the common wrap-around native clothing that looked like a big diaper. The only thing that was still recognizable about him, was his bushy eyebrows, which had been spared the shaving. Standing in front of her with his new appearance, his eyes were gleaming as if he'd gone mad or developed a deep religious enthusiasm. He leaned over and whispered "I know where they are. Come with us and I'll help you get back to England." She felt her hand going for her knife but resisted the impulse as she responded "No, this is my home now." A cruel look flashed across his face, then his face turned bland "Brad has a captive - Nasroi. Bart figured that the town scribe would know where the gold was really hidden. He's going to kill your former lover unless you guide us through the valley. I suggest that you come with me" Somewhat stunned by Sir Walter's cruel remarks, she followed him out of the village because it was true that Nasroi was missing. She followed him across the farming fields to the nearby cliffs, and then along the cliffs to the mine entrance. Just inside the mine's entrance, she saw the evidence that her former friend's story was true. Two dead warriors were lying just inside the entrance, their throats cut when they had entered the mine to search for the criminals. A somewhat gloating Bart was sitting beside a chest filled with gold. Lying tied on the ground was a naked Nasroi. Bart mumbled around the cigar sticking out of his mouth, the scar still vivid on his face where Jane had cut him with her knife "We owe a lot to your former boyfriend. Not only did he know where the gold was stored in here, but he also knew where these fine cigars were hid. Don't know which pleasures me more - the gold or the good cigar." ****** Jane was stripped naked by Bart's henchmen. She allowed them to do it because Bart held a knife to Nasroi's throat and threatened to kill him if she resisted. They led the naked Jane and Nasroi down a winding series of shafts following a string for about ten minutes that someone had strung so that they could consistently follow the correct trail. At the end of the winding shaft, there was a recently busted door that led into a small tunnel. The small tunnel led to a small circular room dug out of the rock. Within the circular room, there was three adjacent small wooden cells next to a much larger cell with metal bars. The doors to each cell was standing open. Jane was placed in the wooden cell next to the larger cell and Nasroi was placed in the wooden cell adjacent to Jane's cell. Then they were left alone as the outlaws returned to the surface. "What is this place?" asked Jane as she shook the wooden boards that kept her prisoner. "It's the sacred treasure depository. We kept the gold in the metal cell next to you. These smaller areas are work areas where the craftsmen made the gold into jewelry. You can see their tools scattered about the floor where they ransacked even these rooms to collect the gold." "So the gold mine was worked out? What else did you lie to me about?" Nasroi sat down on the floor, his head buried between his legs in abject defeat. While he cringed in self-pity, Jane kept working on the wooden boards that formed her cell, trying to break out of her confinement. She could see that it wasn't ever intended to be a cell, but just a storage area that would offer a little resistance to anyone trying to get in. It was open like a cell so that air and light could flow through the small cells. ****** Two hours later, Jane hadn't made any headway although there was one board that was slightly loose. But her light weight and relative feeble strength wasn't powerful enough to completely break it loose. She knew that Tarzan could've done it in just a few minutes but she was wore out and bruised from the repeated body slams against the board. Then she heard the voices coming down the tunnel. She stopped and stared at the mine opening, waiting as if she had been behaving herself. She was startled to see a naked Tarzan step into the room, then she saw that his arms were tied behind his back and he was closely followed by Brad and by some of his men. They shoved Tarzan into the metal cell, pushing him to the floor and tied a rope around his feet. Satisfied with their restraining, they shut the metal door with a loud clank as they locked him into the most secure cell. As soon as his captors shut the door, she stuck her arms through the bars to him. He scooted across the floor until she could reach his back. She started to untied him, as he explained "They came to me with your clothes which I recognized. They said that they would kill you unless I accompanied them." Brad looked up from the bag of gold that he was examining. With a growl, he charged the cell yelling "Get away from her, you fucking savage. She belongs to me now!" Brad pushed the key back into the metal door and jerked the door open. He charged Tarzan as Tarzan tried to get to his feet and tried to get out of the way. Brad's fist knocked Tarzan down and as Tarzan rolled, he twisted and kicked at Brad with his tied feet. Brad easily dodged the feet and swung his pistol barrel at Tarzan's head, connecting just above the ear. Tarzan's head jerked from the force of the blow and then his whole body went limp. Brad grabbed the barrel of his pistol, holding it like a hammer and began hitting Tarzan repeatedly on the head with the butt of the gun. Jane was screaming at the top of her voice and neither she nor Brad noticed the new arrival in the cave. Brad was still swinging his pistol at Tarzan's bleeding head when the new arrival hit Brad in the back with the flat blade of a shovel, knocking the wind out of Brad as he fell to the floor. Sir Walter glanced at Brad, then examined the unconscious Tarzan as he mumbled "You're about to kill our only ticket out of here. Without Tarzan, we have to leave this damn valley through the waterfall. He's the only one that can escort us out of the valley and through the Momgua territory." The old man pulled Tarzan's unconscious body up, propping it against the bars so that Jane could examine the bloody head wounds from Brad's pistol. For a second a very terrified Jane paused in her examination and whispered to her former friend "Please help us." Sir Walter looked at Brad who was trying to get to his feet before replying "I'll do what I can to help you. I'll make sure that you get out of this valley and back to England where you belong." "BUT I DON'T WANT TO GO!" she cried loudly as she put her arms through the cell, around the neck of the unconscious man that she loved. Brad stumbled to his feet, his angry eyes glaring at the older man. Sir Walter picked his shovel back up and kept a little distance between him and Brad. Staring at a very angry Brad in the eye, the older man declared "Remember our deal? I help you get the gold and you help me get out. All I want is one small bag of gold and Jane. You get everything else. We can't do it if you kill our ticket out of the Momgua Territory." ****** The two outlaws quickly agreed to work together toward their mutual goal - escaping with the gold. Two hours after Brad and Sir Walter left the cave to do whatever, a very hurt Tarzan was still unconscious. The bleeding had stopped but that was the only favorable medical sign. The still naked Jane had spent the whole time with her arms through the bars holding him up and trying to revive him. Finally Nasroi asked "Jane, are you willing to take any risk to get out of here?" She turned her head slightly to stare at Nasroi, her eyes puffy from the almost constant crying. She gasped "He's got a concussion and needs medical help. Yes, what can we do?" Nasroi dropped to his knees and made a motion that Jane had seen some of the villagers do as part of their prayers. He didn't say a word until he repeated his religious ritual twice, then he asked "Do you remember the tale of the Chalice - the story that you thought was a fairy tale? It really exists and it's hidden here in this cave where we can get to it." "I don't give a fuck about any ancient crockery. I want a weapon, something that I can use to force my door open." "While you've been worrying about your man, I've been thinking about what it's going to take to get out of here. Brad will probably kill the old man if he hasn't killed him already, so there's not much keeping him from beating us up the way that he manhandled Tarzan. I don't want to be here when he comes back and we've got to find a way out. That's why we need to use the Chalice. Neither you nor I have the physical strength to break down our wooden cages but Tarzan does. If they had put him in one of our cells, his superior strength would already have busted us out of here. I know where the Chalice is hidden and we can use its ancient powers to swap your body with Tarzan's body." A puzzled look formed on Jane's face "I don't understand." Nasroi leaped to his feet and shoved his face through the bars as he explained "If you hold the Chalice against his lips and touch your lips to it at the same time, you'll start the transfer. Within thirty seconds, you'll fall asleep and your body will start changing. In an hour, you'll wake up with his body and he'll have your body. With his strength, you'll be able to break out of your cell and free both of us." "But I'd be stuck in his body. Can we switch back?" "Yeah, but you have to wait at least two or three weeks before you attempt it. The Chalice is hid in your cell. We didn't put it with the gold because we didn't want anyone to find it. Move that box and pick up the flagstone." For a minute Jane just stared at Nasroi, then she moved as if she had made a momentous decision. In less than two minutes, she pried up the flagstone and pulled an oil-rag wrapped package out of the hole. She unraveled the package and stared at an old, childish shaped piece of pottery that was roughly shaped like a glass. She held it up, declaring "This crumbling piece of clay is your wonderful Chalice?" "Yeah, now get down on your knees, stick the chalice through the bars and touch it to his lips, then try to stick your head through the bars far enough to touch your lips to it also. Then pull back and set the Chalice down because you must make sure the Chalice is safe before you fall asleep." She did as he instructed, not knowing if it would work or not; only that they had to try something. She adjusted Tarzan's head so it was propped up by the bars and slid the Chalice through the bars. Then she positioned her head barely through the bars and guided the Chalice so that it touched Tarzan's lips, then touched her lips at the same time. She felt a slight burn on her lips and felt the burn spread through her body. She quickly pulled the Chalice back and worked her head back through the bars. She felt very dizzy as she sat the Chalice down as she leaned against the bar. As she stared at Nasroi, she felt her eyes glazing over and felt very light-headed. She fought against the dizziness as she tried to hold her very heavy head up so that she could stare at the very fuzzy image of Nasroi in his adjoining cell. ****** -- +--------------' 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> /