Message-ID: <3575eli$9709011201@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: MelLin6695@aol.com Subject: New TG from Waldo - Jane - Chapter 3a 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: <970830115856_1554932342@emout13.mail.aol.com> Jane by Waldo Chapter 3a 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 3 - Nasroi's Tall Tales At the end of the week, there was only pure water in her glass, but Jane acted the same as if was full of the mysterious drug that they called happy water. As soon as the man entered the privacy of her hut at dusk, she attacked him with the same fierce passion as she had when she was drugged. The combination of drugs and sex had awakened a strong passion in her that had to be satisfied - the passion of sex. She now realized that the main reason that she had cried the first couple of times, was because this wasn't the way that she intended to lose her virginity. She also learned the man's name - Mogu. During the day, she enjoyed her new freedom. Yes, it was freedom because she was allowed to roam freely through the village or jungle as long as she fulfilled the role that that the tribal elders had assigned for her. It was freedom because there were no stuffy dress codes telling her what to wear. It was freedom because she was a woman - a member of the ruling class of the tribe. Even though she was a captive, her gender gave her more freedom than any man in the village. It was freedom because the women treated her as an equal. She enjoyed the freedom of going naked if she desired, letting the sun tan her body; knowing that somewhere in England, her cousin Saddie was struggling as she slipped into the crinoline skirt and hoops that the English society demanded from its young women. She enjoyed the freedom of sitting on a high cliff face and feeling the wind blow through her hair. She would leave the hut in the morning with a big smile on her face and strike off on her own, exploring the valley. As her legs became stronger from the weeks of strenuous hiking, she began pushing her body harder. She ran across the flat valley floor, enjoying the thrill of long distance running. She swam the river, enjoying the freedom of swimming naked or diving from the cliffs into the pools. She climbed the cliff, enjoying the danger of the steep cliffs, using her new muscles to pull herself to the cliff tops. She challenged the Amazon Warrior Women to foot races to test her speed and endurance against theirs. She practiced their warrior training with them, using their weapons, and quickly learning how to handle a spear and a knife. She enjoyed the adventure of climbing on top of an elephant and guiding the huge beast across the valley floor. She hunted with them, enjoying the thrill of participating in a boar kill with Laywan one day and the next - killing her own boar with only her spear as the sharp-tusked pig charged her. She enjoyed the freedom of her new life. By the end of the first month of living with the Trudds, there were more physical and mental changes in her. Anyone that had known the civilized Jane of the last several years wouldn't have recognized the new Jane. She proudly wore the short skirt and leather halter of the Amazon Warrior Women. Or she just as proudly walked around the village baring her perky breasts the way that most of the native women dressed when within the village. Her long dark hair was braided into long colorful ribbon-filled braids that flowed halfway down her tanned back. One of her ears was pierced and a symbol of Amazon womanhood - a small gold earring - was dangling from her ear. Around her neck, she wore a gold necklace - a gift from Mogu. After the council saw that Jane accepted her fate and new life with the tribe, they began giving her training to be an Amazon warrior. She was taught how to throw a spear, how to fight with a knife, and how to hunt game with a bow and arrow. She thought about taking a new name to symbolize her adoption into the tribe and to help her separate her old life from her new life - her new name that she considered was Tonya. Her new life kept her busy, but she felt the best that she'd ever felt in her life. Being an Amazon warrior, she had to exercise every muscle in her body so she was always either running, swimming or lifting weights when she wasn't being trained in warrior principles or curled up in bed beside Mogu at night. Her already lean body was even leaner with more muscle definition. One day as she stared at her new reflection in the water, she wondered what her old friends in England would say if they could see this savage version of their former friend. And what would her so prim and proper Father say if he knew that his potential grandchildren were going to be black savages? So it was a very different Jane that came trotting back into the village after a hunting trip to find two new captive white men in the village - Sir Walter Desmond and Brad Johnson. She almost didn't recognize the two men who she thought were dead. Both men had lost a lot of weight, had thick scruffy beards and were wearing their old clothes which were dirty and torn. Brad was the first to see her. His eyes stared at her sweat-coated, tanned, almost naked body and she felt a strong sense of revulsion as he smiled at her with that familiar greasy smile of his. A very emaciated Sir Walter's mouth dropped open, his mouth barely seen through the unkempt overhanging mustache "Jane? Is that you? We thought that you were dead." She placed the butt of her spear on the ground and used the spear as a leaning post before she acknowledged the older man's questions "They brought me here as soon as they captured me." A thin spittle of drool was escaping Brad's lips as he continued to stare at Jane "Looks like you made yourself at home. Is it true that they want us for sex?" Jane shifted the spear in her hand so that she demonstrated a defensive position against Brad "They bring outsiders into the tribe to keep from having future problems caused by generations of in- breeding. I have a lover and I'll make damn sure that you're not one of my future lovers." Brad grinned a broad grin "So you've got a black stud. No wonder you've degenerated into being a savage." ****** Having Brad and Sir Walter in the village destroyed the euphoria that she had been feeling. Seeing them reminded her that she was Jane, not Tonya. She still wore the leather halter but no longer went topless within the village. And she observed a very cleaned-up Brad watching her swim naked in the river one morning. When she swam back to shore, he was sitting on the sandbar beside her clothes. He didn't avert his eyes as she walked out of the water, picked up her clothes and walked into the jungle to dress. Laywan told her that they almost didn't bargain for the new captive's lives because the old man was too old for breeding and the other man - well, Brad didn't exactly turn any of the women on. After their first day in the village, both men were given duties. Brad was assigned to the fields to work as a farmer and Sir Walter was given cleaning duties. Sir Walter was very upset with the change in Jane, declaring it very improper for an English Lady of proper upbringing to dress and act like a common savage. Brad accepted her new look and attitude and reflected his acceptance in his frequent question - "do you want to fuck?" While she had quickly blended in with her new friends, she felt drawn to spend time with Sir Walter. He told her how several of them had escaped into a nearby swamp where they had lived for weeks while hiding from the Momguas. Then four of them tried to escape the swamp at night and were captured. The Momguas killed the other captives and sold the two starving white captives to the Thrudds. So it wasn't any surprise when Sir Walter hinted that Brad had been prowling around the mine. Or any surprise when he hinted that they were considering an escape. Jane was torn between escaping with them or staying. Her decision was made for her, when the tribe council told Mogu to quit his nightly visits and directed the tribe's historian, Nasroi, to spend his month as Jane's paramour. There was a distinct difference between Jane's first two tribal lovers. While Mogu was filled with passion, Nasroi was the technician, making sure that they were both satisfied. Where Mogu humped Jane with pure physical passion, Nasroi played her like a fine violin, using his talents instead of pure physical force to bring her to repeated orgasms. Mogu was a farmer but Nasroi was a historian. His job was to document the tribe's history so he had access to all of the tribe's records. So he had access to their secrets. And about the third night of sleeping in Jane's arms, Nasroi told her his most prized secret. He knew where the Thrudd Chalice was hidden. As a woman that was rapidly learning how to use her female body and feminine charms, Jane knew how to get him to reveal the secret of the Chalice. Thanks to a combination of her lips and expert teasing with her nipples, he freely told her the truth about their ancient secret. Any two people whose lips touched the magical Chalice at the same time would exchange bodies. The Chalice was an ancient drinking vessel that was older than time and had been passed down through the tribe elders for generations. While it offered unlimited body exchange, the tribe strictly controlled its use. The only time it was used, was when a person's real sex wasn't the same as their born sex, or to prolong the life to a dying warrior, using a problem captive as the host. When Nasroi told her about that secret use of the Chalice, Jane realized that she hadn't seen any flaming queers within the Thrudds. Through questioning and sexual teasing, Jane learned that when children began exhibiting sexual mannerisms that weren't compatible with their normal body, that a suitable body with the opposite traits would be matched up with the gender confused person. The two people would spend the night together and come out in the morning, with the new body and identity of the other person. She listened to his bragging, wondering how much of his story was true - after all this was the 1890's and everyone knew that there wasn't any such thing as magic. Jane hinted that she would like to see the Chalice, which upset Nasroi. He responded by making her promise that she wouldn't reveal that she was aware of the Chalice. No outsiders were ever told about the Chalice unless the Chalice was used to clear up "problems" with the outsider. Nasroi told her that she would be considered an outsider until she was permitted to marry after the birth of her fifth child. And to answer her request - no one except the Chiefs were permitted to see the Chalice. ****** The tribe knew that Brad was spending a lot of off-duty time in the mine, but aside from a couple of gentle suggestions to return to his assigned duties, he was allowed to continue his exploration. Laywan told Jane that after a captive proved to himself that there wasn't any gold that the captive usually started working on ways to escape. And that they let some captives escape, knowing that the Momgua tribe wouldn't allow the captive to live. Laywan joked that both of Jane's friends were substandard potential members - Sir Walter because of his age and Brad because of his cruel streak. Brad thought that he could get any woman that he wanted and by his second day in the village, he had pissed off most of the tribe's women with his actions. He learned the hard way that he couldn't mess with any of the warrior women when one of them decked him for touching her naked breast. So he began picking on Jane because of her smaller size and because he didn't think that she could really stop him. So it wasn't really hard to guess who it was that assaulted her one evening. Jane returned from her grueling exercises and went to her hut to get her hairbrush and soap. It was her habit to clean up before greeting her lover. As soon as she entered her dark hut, a rough hand wrapped around her mouth and another hand wrapped around her waist, pulling her tightly against her attacker's body. She struggled but his superior male strength was too strong for her. His heavier body forced her to the ground and pinned her, despite her struggles. He turned his attention to removing her leather halter, which gave her the opportunity that she needed to grab her knife and to slash at his face. She felt her knife slice through his skin and he let go of her as he grabbed at his damaged face. She backed up and held her knife as she stared at his dark outline, seeing only the gleam of the hatred radiating from his eyes. He turned and ran out the door, leaving a very angry Jane standing in the middle of her hut, her knees shaking slightly from the tension. She went straight to the tribal council to report her attack. They sent several Amazon Warrior Women to find Brad and to bring him back. It took two days before they found him hiding in a cave but he was dragged back to the center of the village where the tribal council voted on his punishment. It was very evident that he was Jane's attacker because his face had a nasty wound across his left cheek and nose that would leave a vivid scar. The council voted on his punishment and was one vote shy of death. Instead he was given another chance and given the worst job in the valley - cleaning the outhouses and hauling the shit away. In addition to the obvious punishment of his new degrading job, he was further punished by the removal of one testicle - a permanent warning that if he screwed up again, he wouldn't be of any further value to the tribe. ****** Two weeks later Jane was hunting with Laywan when she heard the cry echo through the cliffs. It was a cry unlike any that she'd ever heard before - a combination of yodeling, bellowing, and screeching at the same time. She turned to ask Laywan whose face was all- aglow as she listened to the last vibrations of the echoing sound "What is that?" Laywan's big smile lit up her face as she happily responded "It's a special friend whose return I've been waiting for. Come, let's go greet him." The suddenly very enthused Amazon woman set off running at an extremely faster pace than normal that pushed the much smaller Jane's shorter legs to keep up with her much longer-legged friend. They ran through the forest, stretching Jane's endurance as she pushed herself almost to the breaking point, determined to keep up with her friend. Although the two women frequently raced each other, this race's distance and constant high speed began to tell on Jane. She tried to follow in Laywan's footsteps and stumbled when Laywan easily cleared a log with her long legs while Jane's shorter stride didn't clear the log. A sweating Laywan paused only for a second to encourage her friend to get up and keep coming, then resumed her break-neck high speed run. Jane leaped to her feet and continued after her friend, wishing that her own legs were as long as Laywan's legs at that moment. Down they rushed through the forest floor onto the valley's main trail where they were joined by several other women that were also running toward the village. When they reached the village center, the gathered crowd parted to let the sweat-coated Laywan through the crowd - after all, she was one of the chiefs. Jane followed closely on her friend's heels and stepped out into the central circle to discover an almost naked white man talking to the village elders. It was Tarzan. She stared at his body in a different way now that she wasn't a virgin. Instead of staring at his face, her eyes flowed down his body, checking out his massive wide shoulders, his muscular chest, his lean waist and his loincloth covered groin. Over the weeks that she'd been there, she'd become used to the smaller overall physical size of the village's native men so that the normal-sized Tarzan seemed like a giant now. A giant with a possibly very large penis. She was staring at his groin, imagining what he looked under that small garment when he turned and caught her obviously staring at his groin. An understanding grin lit up his handsome face as Jane realized that her evident gaze hadn't gone unnoticed. Recognizing that she was caught in the act, her already flushed face turned three different shades of red. He nodded to Laywan to acknowledge the ebony woman's arrival. The slight notice was sufficient to appease Laywan's ego. She responded to his simple greeting with a beaming smile and a slightly arched back which forced her still hard-breathing and heaving sweat-coated breasts forward. Tarzan's attention immediately skipped over Laywan and focused on the grimy and extremely sweating red-faced Jane who was standing slightly behind Laywan. Tarzan walked toward the two women, smiling at Laywan just before he barely bypassed her so that he was standing in front of Jane. His deep voice greeted her with, "I see that you didn't follow my advice to turn around. Maybe next time, you'll listen." Without waiting for a response, he turned around so that his body bumped slightly into Laywan's very close body, causing him to stop for a moment as he stared into her gleaming eyes. His voice lowered as he apologized "Excuse me." to which she responded with a soft "Anytime?" He quickly winked suggestively to Laywan as if they shared a very personal secret. Like a majestic lion, he strode back across the open clearing to the circle of chiefs where he sat down among them in the central position of honor that was usually reserved for the eldest chief. An obviously happy Laywan turned away from the circle and pushed through the still-gathering crowd as Jane followed in her friend's wake. As soon as they were outside the circle of people, Laywan's erect posture collapsed as she burst out laughing and began giggling like a silly schoolgirl. She confessed to Jane "That's him. That's the man that I've been waiting for and want to be my husband. I'm going to take him to my hut tonight and fuck him as he's never been fucked before." ****** Laywan's gloomy face at the next morning's breakfast told Jane that Laywan's seduction plans hadn't worked. Jane sat down beside her depressed friend and whispered in jest "Do you want me to help you kidnap him?" Laywan's high-pitched voice reflected her anger and hurt as she answered "After we left him in the village circle, I rushed to the river and bathed, then put on my best clothes and jewelry before I rejoined the tribal council. He was telling the elders about his travels and how much the outside world has changed since his last visit. We told him about our crops, about our plentiful game and re- affirmed our desire to remain isolated from the rest of the world. After our elder's open discussion with our friend, we had a formal dinner to celebrate his return. I was very happy when he choose to sit beside me as we ate and I talked to him about many things. He was very curious about you and asked a lot of questions about you, being surprised that you've blended into our lifestyle so well. I told him about you and also about me - how I was now ready my responsibility to bear my first child for my village. He didn't flinch or respond as I told him that I had been saving myself, waiting for the right man to share my bed; only thing that he did, was smile a all-knowing smile. Instead of asking if I had a mate, he wanted to know if you had chosen a mate yet so I told him about your willing acceptance of our mandatory mating ritual and how you currently share your hut with our men. Just before the meal was over, I told him how to find my hut - in case he wanted to talk to me about anything. He smiled at me and whispered in a very soft voice that he knew where my hut was. I thought that everything was going the way that I had always planned it. I tried to not appear overeager and walked very quietly back to my hut where I re-freshened my perfume and laid naked on my bed, waiting for my bronzed god to slip into my bed. Lying naked on the bed, I quickly discovered that my thighs were quivering with desire and my nipples were engorged, as I thought about his beautiful body and what I wanted him to do to me. I fought the urge to play with myself, saving myself so that he could ravish me. Two long hours of waiting for him and I realized that he wasn't going to come to me, so I spent most of the night, sitting on my bed crying and thinking about what I did wrong, trying to figure out why he didn't want me. I kept going back to all his questions about you and figured out that it's you, not me, that he really wants." Jane felt the anger in her friend's voice and she quickly tried to sooth the hurt feelings "Look, he's all yours. I don't want anything to do with him and the only reason that he even knows that I'm alive is because I met him when we were out on the jungle plains. I'm happy with Nasroi." A small tear flowed down the larger woman's ebony cheek and her normally happy voice quivered slightly as she stared in Jane's eyes before proclaiming "I know when I'm wanted and not wanted. I know that he likes me as a friend and I can accept his refusal of my generous offer. If he changes his mind or gives me some sign that he wants me, that will make me extremely happy. If he doesn't want me and wants someone else - I'll live with that. If he prefers you to me - then I'll help you catch him the same as you would help me. Either way, you're my friend and I won't fight with you over him. You can have him." Jane shook her head as she recognized the defeated tone in her friend's voice "He doesn't want me either. I would know if he was attracted to me and he isn't. I feel that he's a free spirit that only wants to roam the jungle." ****** After Laywan regained her composure and the two women re- affirmed their friendship for each other, Jane felt somewhat better over her friend's disappointment. Laywan went for a walk so that she could think and give her puffy face time to recover while Jane went down to the river for her morning cleansing and exercise. As usual, Jane was swimming naked in the river, enjoying the coolness of the water and the mild euphoria that she felt whenever she exercised. But suddenly a large underwater hand grabbed her ankle, pulling her slightly under water as whoever had hold of her pulled her under the water. She immediately struggled against the strong unknown grip but whatever grabbed her, let go and she swam back up to the surface. Angrily she surfaced and began quickly swimming to shore where her waiting weapons provided some protection. Ten feet away from her, Tarzan's head surfaced from the water and he was laughing about her reaction to his practical joke. "You scared the shit out of me. Don't ever do that again." She angrily commanded, her voice rising in volume as she berated him for his childish antic. He responded by diving underwater, leaving a small wake that showed he was coming back at her underwater. She barely realized his plans when his strong hands grabbed her again, pulling her back underwater. She tried to kick away from him but his strong hands pulled her naked body quickly underwater as his hands worked up her struggling naked body until his arms were around her neck, and his massive thighs wrapped around her struggling legs, holding her prisoner against his almost naked body. She felt his naked erection under the loincloth pressing against her naked belly as his embrace forced her against his larger body. He pulled her tight to him so that his obvious erection was mashed between her thighs and her breasts were flattened against his tickling chest hair. Angered at his unexpected mild molesting, she tried to hit him under the water but he grabbed both of her wrists and held both wrist in one large hand as he used his other hand to guide her lips to his lips for a quick underwater touch before he let go of her and swam away. She surfaced, gasping for breath and amazed at his unexpected audacity. She angrily waited for him to surface, only to discover that there was no sign of him. Just as he had unexpectedly appeared out of nowhere, he had also disappeared with the same ease. For thirty - forty seconds, she stared at the water, waiting for him to surface so that she could use some of the sailor language that she'd reserved for moments like this. She began to wonder if he was going to surface when another thirty seconds went by. Then she began to wonder if something happened to him under water. Her anger quickly turned to concern as she worried about him. After all, it had only been a boyish prank that he played on her - the same prank that her childhood friend Jack had played on her when she was a very na‹ve sixteen year old virgin. Then she saw Tarzan's head break the surface almost two hundred yards away at the little sandbar where she'd left her clothes. Her remaining anger changed to amazement as she thought about how far he'd just swam underwater with only one lungfull of air. She watched him as he strode majestically out of the water and turned to face her, revealing the unmistakable outline of a very hard erection under his wet loincloth. He waved a quick wave and walked into the jungle, leaving her feeling very confused as she treaded the water. ****** -- +--------------' 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> /