Message-ID: <3580eli$9709011202@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: MelLin6695@aol.com Subject: New TG from Waldo - Jane - Chapter 7a 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: <970830120030_-1837756937@emout12.mail.aol.com> Jane by Waldo Chapter 7a 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 7 - Home at last The estate looked the same as it did on the day that he'd left almost four years before. He even recognized most of the field hands at work in the fields as the coach traveled down the long driveway to the mansion. The coach driver stopped the coach at the front door and a horse groomer came running to hold the coach's horses. From inside his coach, Tarzan recognized the groomer as his old friend Harry. Harry petted the lead horse's nose which calmed the horse and helped keep the rest of the horse team quiet. For a moment, Harry stared into the coach and the two old friends locked eyes. But Harry didn't recognize the visitor and following the rules that governed Harry's very low place in English society, Harry bowed his head to show proper respect to the unknown visitor as he removed his cap. Jane's father's long-time butler, James, opened the coach door and stepped aside so that the coach's sole passenger could disembark. Tarzan stepped out of the coach, still feeling slightly awed by the sensation of returning to his birth home. As he stared at the massive front facade of the Mansion, the butler asked "Welcome to Parker Manor. Who shall I tell my Lord is visiting his home today?" Tarzan adjusted his coat slightly so that it was hanging correctly before he replied in a very sad voice "Please ask your lord for my forgiveness for showing up uninvited, but I've just arrived from overseas. Tell him that I'm a friend of his daughter from Africa." "And your name, sir?" "Tarzan." The butler paused for a second then nodded his head, knowing that the unexpected visitor wouldn't volunteer any more information and that to ask more, would be socially unacceptable. The butler simply said "Please follow me, sir." The elderly butler turned and walked toward the open front door. Tarzan followed him into the big house, remembering for the first time in a long time, how huge the house was. The butler opened a large set of double doors leading into the downstairs library and motioned for Tarzan to enter as he said in his most proper tone of voice "Please wait in here while I announce your arrival to my Lord." Tarzan stepped into the room, feeling himself pulled back into time as he stared at the rows and rows of familiar books that he had explored as a child. He vaguely heard the sound of the butler closing the library doors because the books pulled him to the shelves. He ran his hands over the back of the books, enjoying the feel of seeing the several thousand books in his father's personal library. He remembered he'd once asked his father if he'd read all of those books and his father laughed at his daughter's na‹ve question before responding `Books are a symbolic representation of wealth that show that the owner can obtain all the knowledge in the world." He remembered that as a young child, he'd tried to read all of the books as he tried to absorb the knowledge contained within the pages. The books brought back so many childhood memories that Tarzan was startled when the butler announced upon his return to the library "The master will see you in his private upstairs study. Please follow me." Tarzan followed the butler down the hallway and up the long formal, winding staircase to the private quarters on the second floor. The butler opened the door to his father's study and stepped aside. Tarzan felt a tightness in his chest as he prepared himself to face his father. He had thought about his moment during the several weeks of travel, deciding that he wouldn't reveal his real identity to his father, that he would continue his impersonation of Tarzan. A smile formed on his face as he prepared to greet the father - the father who he knew wouldn't recognize him in his new male body - for the first time in over five years, he stepped into the room. The smile faded from his face as he recognized Sir Walter Desmond sitting in his father's chair. ****** Tarzan's hand immediately reached for the side where he always carried his knife in the loincloth, but because he was wearing the suit, the knife was in a hidden pocket within the suit. It took Tarzan a second to realize that the knife wasn't hanging where he always kept it. That moment's pause saved the old man's life. As Tarzan's body tensed and his hand reached within the suit for his hidden knife, the old man said "I knew that you would come sooner or later, so I've been anticipating this day and have kept my affairs in order. Pray that you delay your stroke and listen to me before you kill me." A snarl formed on Tarzan's lips as his hand wrapped around the familiar feel of the knife's handle. Four years of suppressed hatred spit out the words "Why should I allow you to live one second longer?" "Because of Jane - the woman that we both love. Let me tell you what I did and why I did it." Tarzan stared at the old man. The long bushy mustache and head of white hair had grown back in - the hair as long but not as thick as before. Except for a very noticeable scar across the forehead, Sir Walter looked exactly the same as he had the many times that they sat across from each other at the Safari dinner table. Holding back the anger, Tarzan's answer revealed his decision "Speak fast and true, knowing that you die before I leave this room." A faint smile formed on the old man's lips "Fair enough." The old man paused to lit his tobacco pipe, then holding the lit pipe in his hand as a pointer, started his tale "I'll admit that I was thinking irrationally back then. After all, all of my lifelong dreams had been destroyed. Instead of being the big explorer that was almost ready to return home to England with a trunk-load of discoveries, I was a slave to a bunch of female savages who decided that I - a person that had been honored by our good Queen - should be nothing more than a simple farmer in their social organization. I didn't come exclusively for their gold like that asshole Brad did, although at that time, I'll admit that the gold did sound good and would have been more than adequate proof of my discovery. The one person in that whole camp that I trusted, had been transformed from a proper lady into one of the savages. I knew that they had given her drugs to affect her sexual libido so when I saw her wearing their skimpy clothes, calling their men `husband', and running around with them carrying a spear like a savage, I knew that she had been brainwashed so that I couldn't even trust her anymore. So when Brad started talking escape, I knew that I had to assist him because he was probably going to be my only ticket out of that village. And when he pulled off the start of the revolt by capturing the guns, I felt such a euphoria that I allowed him to kill and pillage without any remorse - after all, they were only savages to me. It was only when he directed his wanton destruction against Jane that I slightly rebelled against his authority. I stopped him in the mine and left four guards to guard Jane that I trusted to be loyal to me, then went with him to get the gold while strongly urging him to leave the valley. As soon as he was far enough away from the village with the gold, I told him that we had forgotten some treasure that I would go back for while he proceeded on to the pass. He let me go because either way it meant more gold for him if I returned or failed to return. I returned to the mine, intending to take Jane with the small box of gold that was hidden there but to stay far back behind Bart until I knew that she would be safe. It scared the shit out of me to find my guards tied up by you. I untied them and went back into the mine, only to discover that you had left an injured Jane in the same area where we had hidden the small gold box. I could have killed the man guarding her but as soon as he became unable to fight any more, I spared his life and left with my two treasures - the gold box and Jane. I didn't go straight to the mountain pass because I knew better than to be near Brad with you loose and after us. We stayed hidden near the village and when we saw the villagers celebrate the death of most of Brad's men, I moved down to the river and began building my raft. I knew that I couldn't get out through the mountain pass and that the only potential escape was through the river. I told you that I was thinking irrational - only a fool would think that he could escape by going over the waterfall." The old man paused, lifted a decanter of wine, poured some of the dark liquid into two wineglasses by his chair, then silently offered one of the wineglasses to Tarzan. Tarzan ignored his offer, remaining standing in front of the old man as the old man continued his story. "I had some spies in the village that we could trust and they brought us food and told us about your great victory and how you were now hunting Brad. About the time that I finished the raft, my spies told us about your victory over the late Brad and your return to the village. I knew that you would look for us then, because you would find out on your return that I had Jane with me. I came close to releasing her because I felt so sorry for her. Brad had hurt her in the mine and she'd lost her memory - a total memory loss. I don't know how he did it because I only saw him beat you up - which I hope you know that I stopped. If I hadn't stopped him, you wouldn't be here now. As for Jane, I never did find out how she got hurt. She remember nothing from her life - her name, her parents, her home, me, you, or the life that she'd left behind - all of her beautiful life forgotten. In addition to the memory loss, she was still sleeping a lot and was confused most of the time in addition to the memory loss. At times she was like a little child - so trusting that she would follow anyone. As it got closer to the time that I knew we had to leave the valley - my men were considering surrender and your Amazons were getting closer to where we were hidden - I decided that I couldn't abandon Jane to those savages - or to you. It was one thing for her to decide to join them and live like a savage, it was quite another thing for her to forget who she was, to forget her noble parentage, and to become a savage because there was no one to save her. I didn't take her with me because I didn't want you to have her - I took her because I didn't want her to live like a savage in a muddy hut, her sole purpose in life being to bear children who would also live their lives as savages. I took her with me so that I could bring her back home to England, back to people who loved her and would treat her like the lady that I knew she had been. I knew that there was a good chance that none of us would survive the waterfall but I couldn't abandon her, preferring her death to her retrogression to being nothing more than a savage. As for the dangers of the waterfall, I had some engineer training when I was younger and I built the raft so that parts of it would drag as it fell, slowing the fall, then collapse and absorb most of the shock - or that was my theory. I tied the different logs together with jungle vines and used large thick nails that we made from some of the gold. I put her in the safest place in the center of the raft along with the box of gold and pushed off. You can imagine my shock as I got closer to the waterfall and saw you diving from one of the nearby cliffs. If you'd found us about two minutes earlier, you might have caught up to us before we went over the waterfall. Sure you don't want this glass of wine?" The old man pointed to the glass that he'd poured for Tarzan, his own glass already empty. Tarzan shook his head no. Sir Walter picked up the spare glass, declaring "I don't like to see good wine go to waste. Now where were we? Ah, yes, our journey over the waterfall. It was much rougher than I expected. The raft busted up in the rocks a little more than I expected and suddenly it was every man for himself. Blood was streaming down my forehead from this nasty cut that I picked up somehow, and my shoulder was dislocated so that I couldn't swim. I found myself hanging onto a moss covered rock on the side of the pool, knowing that there was no way that I could swim with my hurt shoulder. I knew it was over for me and I prayed that it had been a quick death for Jane. Then a hand grabbed me, pulling me to a more shallow rock. Through the blood covering my eyes, I recognized the slender hand as belonging to Jane. Over the roar of the waterfall, I screamed at her to save herself but she ignored me and pulled me across the mist-covered pool to a rock. Now that we were out of the mist, I could see a large chunk of my raft that had floated clear of the pool and got her to help me to that. As soon as we got on it, I collapsed and passed out. When I came to, it was nighttime and just the two of us were drifting down-river on the remains of the raft. Jane told me that she had also passed out and woke up a couple of times only to discover that the raft was still floating downstream. I deduced that only the two of us had escaped the power of the waterfall, and that we were several miles down-river from the falls in Momgua territory because of the swift current. After hiding from them in their swamps for over a month before, I didn't want to risk their discovery so I worked out a plan with Jane where we would travel at night and hide during the daytime. I wasn't badly hurt except for my shoulder which Jane re-set for me and this nasty gash on my forehead. She had survived the fall without an injury and was in the best spirits since her memory-loss accident. Her confusion was gone and she still didn't have any memories but she was able to laugh about what a wild ride it had been over the falls. While I healed over the next three-four nights, she paddled and controlled the raft as if she'd been born on a river. She caught fish as if she'd been raised in the jungle and it was only her survival skills that kept us alive. When my arm healed so that I could paddle also, the two of us would paddle at night, then sleep in some little hidden cove during the daytime. I'll admit that we survived only because of her jungle survival skills, because of those damn skills that she had learned during the short time that she lived as a savage. As we paddled, she asked me questions about her life and I told her everything that I knew about her life and about the type of life that she had as an English Lady. After we got completely out of the Momgua territory, we risked stealing a canoe and some proper native clothes for Jane one night from a river village, but only after we completely destroyed the raft. The raft had over thirty pounds of large handmade gold nails in it that we recovered as we destroyed it - the gold that we used to pay for our passage back to England. Jane's head injuries from Brad's attack in the mine healed so that she was almost normal except for her memory. As we traveled further away, she kept asking me questions about her former life and I told her what I knew - everything except anything about you or her life with you." Tarzan reacted by taking a quick step closer as he pulled the knife from the coat. He fought the red wall of anger that roared through his body because he knew now why Jane had left Africa, as his hand tightly clinched the knife. The old man didn't react to the closing danger and when Tarzan regained control and slowly re- seated the knife, the old man finished off the glass of wine, then re- poured another glass. "I also lied to her about her status in the village. I told her that we were both prisoners because I didn't want her to feel that she could return there if she desired. I wanted her to hate that place as much as I did so I lied about the way that they treated us. At the same time, I told her the truth about her home back in England - about how she was a rich and proper young lady who was looking for adventure before she returned home. After two or three weeks of a mixture of my lies and truth while we traveled, she was prepared and ready to return home, so that she could try to regain her memory. I promised her that I wouldn't rest until she was safe in her father's house. She looked at me as being her protector - her knight in shining armor. This new Jane was a different Jane from the two Janes that I knew - the young lady seeking adventure that had been my secretary and the wild semi-naked savage that ran around the jungle with a spear. This Jane was softer, lonely, and was looking for something - perhaps it was someplace to call home. Everytime that we stopped to rest, she would ask me to describe this house which I'd never seen. So I told her what I guessed it looked like, describing a big mansion with large rooms, soft beds, warm fireplaces and a good roof. She confessed that she wanted to get out of the jungle, to be able to sleep in her bed with satin sheets, to be able to feel safe at nights - all the normal dreams of a homesick young girl. I thought that she looked at me as being not only her protector, but also her wise and friendly uncle. So it was a surprise to me when she told me late one evening after we'd awaken from our daily sleep, that she didn't want to paddle yet, but wanted me to make love to her." Tarzan's movements were a blur. He instantly crossed the room and picked up the smaller man by his suit coat, knocking the partial empty glass of wine from his hand and the large chair over onto the floor. He held the old man easily in the air with one hand as his other hand shook from the dual emotions of wanting to smash the old man's face in and to restrain his anger. After ten seconds of staring into each other's eyes from inches away, Tarzan let go of the old man who fell to the floor with a thump. Tarzan stepped back from the old man sprawled on the floor and picked up the wine decanter from the table, then took a big swallow of the wine straight from the decanter. The old man stood up, straighten his clothes which were all bunched up around his neck and said "It appears that we've made a slight mess. Let me get someone in here to clean this up." He walked across the floor to the bell-rope and Tarzan noticed how frail and slowly he moved. The four years hadn't been kind to the old man's health. About thirty seconds after he pulled the bell- rope, the door opened and a maid entered - Mary Beth. The former best friend of the teenage Jane glanced at the unknown man standing in the middle of the floor holding the wine decanter, the overturned chair and the broken wine glass on the floor before looking very puzzled at the man that she recognized as her master now. Sir Walter coughed, then said "I accidentally turned my chair over. Would you be so kind as to set it back up and to bring us another decanter of wine and two glasses for me and my friend." She immediately righted the chair, then went to the bar and put a decanter and two glasses on a small tray. Sir Walter sat back down in his chair, then pointed to a nearby chair and suggested "Would you mind if I insist that you sit down? I have a crick in my neck and staring up at you hurts my neck." Mary Beth quickly poured two glasses of wine, offering the first glass to the still standing unknown man. While the house had brought back many memories of life as Jane, staring into Mary Beth's confused face brought back so many more childhood memories. Her face had filled out over the five years and her large breasts were now obviously sagging so that she looked more like her mother, but the gray eyes still looked just as normal as always. For a moment, Tarzan stared into her eyes then she bowed her head in proper servitude as she held out the tray with his wineglass. He accepted the wineglass and put the half-empty decanter on the tray in its place, resulting in a slight curtsey from the maid. She delivered the other glass to Sir Walter, then started to clean up the broken glass. Sir Walter stopped her with "Do that later, please. We have a lot to discuss." She turned to leave, but allowed her eyes to stare at the unknown man again, her face slightly red as she blushed from some unknown reason. Then she curtsied to the two men and left the room. Sir Walter nodded at the chair reminding Tarzan of his request so Tarzan sat down as the old man continued his story "Yes, she wanted me to make love to her. And not being a damn fool, I did it. I'd felt attracted to the young woman as soon as I met her when she first arrived in Africa. If there hadn't been so many years difference in our ages, I would've properly requested permission to court her at that time. One of my favorite memories of her is about a week after our safari started and a sudden rain storm soaked both of us, but she hadn't worn a bra that day. I knew from staring at the way that her soaked blouse wrapped around her perfect body, that it would be a long safari for me. And then much later, I saw her naked in the jungle, running around as if she'd been born there - her exposed skin all tanned and golden and so perfect. So three weeks of sharing a raft with her and being only inches away from her beautiful body that was still wearing only her scanty Amazon garb as we slept, had reduced my willpower. When she offered herself to me, I accepted her gift as if it was the most precious nectar of the gods. And it was - as you know. From that night on, we worked, slept and treated each other as man and wife. I was the Lord and she was my beautiful Lady. As soon as I could, I stole some native dresses and threw away her leather halter and began treating her as I would have treated my wife. As soon as we arrived at the seaport coastal town, I brought her proper clothes fit for a English woman and began teaching her how to act as a Lady. Because I didn't know the little things that only women know, I hired a woman who'd come to Africa as a nanny and was returning home, to reteach Jane the correct social skills. Jane picked up the skills quickly on the ship and was quite the proper young lady by the time that we arrived back in England, having learned how to master brushing her hair, putting on a little makeup and wearing her clothes properly. There were so many things that she had forgotten, simple little things that she couldn't remember, such as how to brush her hair. Jane's father was so happy to see her that we thought that he would never quit crying - his precious daughter had returned to him. When Jane held my hand and told her father how I'd saved her life, then how she'd given her heart to me; he welcomed me as his future son-in-law although I was two years older than him. There was a quick wedding and I became the heir to this estate." Tarzan's voice quaked slightly as he asked "My father???" Sir Walter looked at him puzzled for a second, then said "Jane's father died about five months ago. I'm the Lord and Master of Parker Estate now." "Where's Jane?" The old man rose to his feet, motioned for Tarzan to accompany him, and walked to the large window. Standing in the window, the old man pointed to the courtyard as he said "She never recovered her memory. You'll find her where she spends her afternoons in the courtyard, enjoying the fresh air and her flower garden." Tarzan looked through the window, seeing the familiar garden, but his eyes quickly focused on the young woman sitting beneath a large canopy. He couldn't see her upper body because of the canopy, only her skirt. -- +--------------' 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> /