Message-ID: <3579eli$9709011202@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: MelLin6695@aol.com Subject: New TG from Waldo - Jane - Chapter 5b 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: <970830115955_757597558@emout20.mail.aol.com> Jane by Waldo Chapter 5b 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 ****** It was easy to find Brad's hiding place but it took most of the next day. He had tried to hide in a canyon where there was only one entrance and exit. The two pursuers worked their way up the canyon, then Brad revealed his position in the rocks by firing at them. Jane went back down the canyon, then climbed the canyon walls, then followed the canyon rim until she was behind Brad's location, then came down the canyon behind an unsuspecting Brad. Tarzan's callused feet didn't make any noise on the rocks as Jane approached the man that she hated so much. As she approached him from above his location, she began feeling something take control of her borrowed body. It was something different, something ancient, something primal as her male body reacted to the ancient chromosomes that turned men into savage beasts. As her male body began to slither through the underbrush like a great silent tiger sneaking up on its prey, she knew that she wouldn't rest until she had killed Brad. She felt one of the hands wrap around the knife handle, holding the knife in the classic stab position. She felt the `hunter' portion of Tarzan's body take control of her movements, just the same way that the little cockhead had taken control the previous night. She knew that she could get him with the spear but she wanted to do it with the knife or her bare hands. The hunter moved silently onto a big rock, overlooking the prone outlaw as Brad stared down the canyon, his rifle ready for a quick shot. Jane felt her muscles tense and a low unhuman growl escape her lips as she stared at the hated enemy below. Brad must have heard the deadly growl because he rolled over, his face all ashen with fear as he saw his enemy above. Recognizing that he didn't have time to use the rifle, he reached for the pistol on his waist. That slight movement was all it took, for Tarzan's body to propel itself from the rock onto his enemy. There was the thud of contact between the two bodies, then a muffled boom as Brad's pistol went off, and the two bodies spun around on the ground. Jane smelled the acrid smell of the gunpowder and felt a burning on one of the legs. She leaped to her feet, the knife automatically changing position from a stabbing position to a knife-fighting, slicing position. Before she could step in and attack Brad with the knife, she noticed that his eyes were glazing over. Then there was a small noise as the pistol fell from his hand onto the rock. His shirt was coated with blood and he was obviously dying. Not satisfied with allowing him to die slowly, Jane stepped forward, grabbed him by his hair, pulled his head back and with one quick motion, slit his throat. Still holding the knife, she watched the blood squirt from his neck, as she examined his body, observing that part of his chest was split open from her initial attack with the knife. As Brad's jerking body gasped his dying breaths, she stood above the body, leaned her head back and release the primitive cry of victory that only the hunter knows. ****** Laywan examined the minor wound on Tarzan's body. Brad's bullet had made a slight groove in the outer skin that wasn't deep, yet it was bleeding heavily. Laywan made a poultice and used Brad's shirt as a bandage. Then they started their long trip back to the village. Darkness had quickly overtaken them because they had spent most of the day tracking their enemy, so they quickly found a good camping spot to rest for the night. Jane killed a small goat for their supper while Laywan prepared the camp. As Jane entered the camp, she noticed that Laywan had prepared a campfire and made a bed for two. Not two beds but a bed for two made of jungle foliage. Neither of them talked as they quickly cooked and ate their food. Then Laywan began removing her clothes. When she was completely naked, she laid down on the bed of leaves and broke the silence with "Last night I was a warrior and made the worst mistake of my life. Jane is my friend and what I'm about to allow myself to do, is wrong for our friendship. But tonight, the woman within me tells me that I must have you. I've thought about this all day and have decided that as an outsider, it's your obligation to have several mates, to bring new life to our tribe and I use that as my justification. Come to me, Tarzan and let me be one of your mates, knowing that your heart really belongs to my friend. When we return to the village, I'll tell Jane how I have dishonored our friendship and pray that she forgives me." -- +--------------' 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> /