Jane	
by Waldo

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Chapter 1 - Home life	
Chapter 2 - The Lost City Legend	
Chapter 3 - Nasroi's Tall Tales	
Chapter 4 - Kill the bastard!	
Chapter 5 - The Waterfall	
Chapter 6 - Acceptance of the new identity	
Chapter 7 - Home at last	
Chapter 8 - The barn	
Chapter 9 - The letter	

Jane

by Waldo

Chapter 1 - Home life

From the upper window of his mansion, Sir Jerome Parker watched 
the unusually large party in the mansion's outdoor courtyard 
below his window. The mid-day party was to celebrate his only 
daughter's 18th's birthday. 

Or the birthday celebration was what the very beautiful and young 
Jane Parker was supposed to believe was the only reason for the 
party. While all of her exclusive Finishing School girlfriends and her 
relatives, as well as the communities social elite, were attending her 
yearly birthday party as usual, he had also found some way to 
invite the entire senior class of Cambridge University - the 
completely all-male class of 1889. All two hundred and twelve of 
England's most promising young men of tomorrow's generation 
were down in the courtyard. Some of them were destined as their 
natural birthright, to go on to become future leading English 
statesmen, following in their father's footsteps as they became the 
next generation of English politicians. Other young men, whose 
families weren't as well politically connected, would enter the 
scientific fields, becoming either doctors or architects or scientists 
or explorers. Most of them would return to live at their family 
estates, dedicating their lives to managing the large family estates 
that had typically been in their family for generations. 

Either way that their individual futures went, below in the brightly 
festooned courtyard were some of the most eligible single men in 
England - nay, below were THE MOST ELIGIBLE young Englishmen 
by Sir Jerome's very high social standards. He was convinced that 
Jane should be able to meet and find someone at this party that 
would satisfy even her very high personal requirements. If 
everything went the way that he planned it, the next time that 
Parker Manor hosted a large party, it would be to celebrate Jane's 
engagement.

******

"Jane, may I have the honor of introducing you to Harold Boswell 
the fifth, the eldest scion of the very honorable Lord Boswell, from 
Goswell County."

The very beautiful and petite dark-haired young woman turned to 
face the properly dressed handsome young man that her older male 
cousin was introducing to her. Holding her fan demurely at her side 
as she had been taught in her Finishing School etiquette classes, 
she curtsied while the tall, handsome young man bowed as 
expected during formal introductions between proper young 
English gentlemen and ladies. Finishing her curtsy, she held her 
dainty wrist out, allowing the young man to step forward, and bow 
again as he lightly kissed the back of her china-white hand.

After the formal introductions were completed, Jane smiled as she 
asked "Is your father_.?"

"Yes. If the 1892 English elections go the way that my Father 
predicts, he will become the next Prime Minister of England. He'll 
move into Number 10 Downey Street while I stay at the estate, 
managing the beautiful estate that I'll eventually inherit." The 
young man replied in a rather haughty tone as he boasted of his 
father's current dreams.

"Sounds very exciting. I wish your Father success." Replied the 
young woman as she adjusted her large, billowing skirt slightly and 
adjusted her parasol to keep the sun's damaging rays from 
touching her china-white complexion. She turned to walk slowly 
through the large courtyard garden, knowing that the young, 
dapper-dressed young man would accompany her as she strolled 
through the small groups of young people that were standing 
around the large garden talking. She knew her father had an 
ulterior motive - such as finding her a future husband - to inviting 
the twenty-some young women from her Finishing School and the 
two-hundred-plus young male aristocrats, in addition to her usual 
gaggle mixture of cousins and close friends. The additional new 
guests made the party somewhat more stuffy as they observed the 
expected formalities but it also made a ten to one male to female 
ratio.

She wasn't upset with her father's actions although this wasn't 
what she would've preferred for her birthday. She knew that her 
father was worried that she would become an old maid - after all 
she was eighteen and wasn't even engaged yet. 

Jane was too much of a modern woman for her father. Instead of 
sitting home and working on her quilts, Jane preferred to sneak 
down to the horse stables and find a spirited steed that she would 
gallop across the rolling fields at breakneck speed, riding a man's 
saddle instead of the more normal ladies sidesaddle. She would 
hike her skirt up on the pommel to get it out of the way and prod 
the horse to run at breakneck speed as she guided the horse across 
her father's large estate. Or she would go down to the nearby river 
that flowed near the mansion and swim - as if she was a 
commoner. She had made herself something that she called a 
bathing suit - using pictures from an American catalog - and she 
would spend hours wearing that scandalous and revealing 
swimming outfit while she swam in the nearby river. Or she would 
spend all day hiking across the fields and bogs, returning home in 
the late evening, very muddy and tired from her strenuous exercise. 
It had only been in the last two-three years that her father had 
been able to convince her that proper women didn't wear pants 
and that ladies - especially ladies of his family - didn't work with 
field hands in the garden estates. If she wanted to get her hands 
dirty, she could work in her flower garden.

Pulled from her reverie, Jane nodded to a giggling Sarah and Saddie 
who were surrounded by about ten young suitors. Both young 
women were obviously enjoying the attention of the young men. 
Saddie was her cousin and Sarah was her current best friend. 
She'd met Sarah in the Finishing School and her father had 
encouraged the friendship, as he attempted to push Jane and Mary 
Beth further apart. 

Mary Beth - like Jane - had been born and lived all her life on the 
Parker Manor Estate. Only Mary Beth was the daughter of the cook 
and one of the gardeners. She was one year older than Jane and 
was the person that Jane's father blamed for Jane's errant ways. 
Mary Beth had never been schooled in the proper manners 
expected of a woman - after all, she was only the daughter of a 
cook. Mary Beth was a tall, large-boned woman with a broad face, 
long blondish-red hair that she wore up in a proper bun, freckles, 
and had the heavy breasts, wide hips and long legs of her mother. 
Tipping the barn scales at one hundred and ninety pounds, the 
nineteen year-old six-foot-two-inch tall maid looked very 
intimidating in her starched black and white maid's uniform. Her 
wide shoulders and tall heavy body made her look like she could 
whip any man, while her actual demeanor was quite the reverse. 
She was a very tender and gentlewoman that wanted nothing more 
than to be the mother to a house full of kids.

But to have kids, there has to be a father. So when a twelve year 
old Mary Beth first worked out the components of what it took to 
get pregnant, she began flirting with men - not for sex, but because 
she wanted to get pregnant. Over the years, Mary Beth had shared 
with Jane all of the details of her various lovers - she'd had five 
different men since her first man at twelve. Jane's father had 
forbidden Jane to talk with Mary Beth since that time that a 
fourteen-year-old Jane slipped out of the house at night and went 
to the local tavern with Mary Beth. When Jane's father learned 
that his only daughter had been seen in the local tavern dancing 
with local farm hands, he'd become extremely angry. He'd fired 
Mary Beth's parents and only recanted their dismissal when Jane 
promised to stay away from Mary Beth and to attend the Finishing 
School that she'd repeatedly turned down before. While Jane 
attended Finishing School to become a proper young lady, Mary 
Beth was given intensive moral's training by the local priests and 
only allowed to return to the Mansion as a maid with the 
understanding that she had to live a very chaste lifestyle or be 
permanently prohibited from the Mansion. 

Jane's attention was pulled back to the present when Sarah 
winked conspiratorially at Jane before returning her attention to 
the young man who was expounding his personal views as to why 
America would one day ask Britain to take the former colony back. 
Although Sarah's hand was spoken for, she was permitted to 
partake in the festivities, which were conducted under the clear 
oversight of the many chaperons that Jane's father had so 
thoughtfully provided.

Sarah was the type of daughter that Jane's father wanted Jane to 
be more like - the proper young lady. Sarah liked to sew, 
experiment with the newest fashionable hairstyles, cook fancy 
dinners for her family, bake cookies for the church, and practice 
her piano and flute music. 

Unlike Jane, Sarah was engaged to a young man whom she would 
marry when he returned from his military assignment as an officer 
in Her Majesty's Service in India. Sarah had met the man on her 
fifteenth birthday and become engaged the same week, promising to 
marry him when he returned from fulfilling his military obligation 
in India. Jane kept asking Sarah how she could love a man that 
she'd only spent a total of ten hours in his company two years ago, 
which was shared with their ever-constant chaperon. Sarah 
explained by discussing the man's ancestors and his future place 
in London society once he returned from his current military 
officer's position. Jane asked about love, about knowing the person 
that Sarah had committed her life to, and Sarah responded by 
listing the man's pedigree again.

"__.. and after I finished Eton, my father wanted me to attend a law 
school. But as I told dear old dad, England has enough lawyers. I 
convinced him that he should allow me to practice medicine. So 
after I finish my medical training, I'll return to the family estate as 
Lord and Master. But enough about me, am I boring you?" the 
young man asked as they scrolled beneath the upstairs windows 
where Jane could see her father watching the festivities as he 
smoked his cigar.

"No, I find your story very interesting. Please continue." She 
suggested politely, as she tried to think of some polite way to get 
away from him. 

He smiled down at her. Everyone smiled down at her because of her 
very small body. Jane was a very petite five foot two inches tall and 
weighed only ninety-eight pounds. Her perfectly proportional body 
was slightly top heavy and her slender child-like waist looked so 
small that a lot of men imagined that they could encase her waist 
with their hands. Jane's small petite body was the same size as 
Mary Beth's body when Mary Beth was only nine years old. Even 
with her natural small waist size, Jane was forced into wearing a 
corset under her dress because slender waists were the fashion 
statement of the decade.

"I'm very interested in someday being the Dean of a Medical 
School. I've always wanted to teach, ever since I was twelve when 
I__." He rambled on as they walked.

******

Sarah was holding her teacup above her saucer, her little finger 
sticking up as they'd been taught in the Finishing School. Beside 
Jane on the living room couch, Saddie was finishing her review of 
the different young men that the three of them had met during the 
afternoon party.

"He was such a bore. Honestly, Sarah, I felt like choking you when 
you suggested that he join us for tea some afternoon. All he could 
do, was talk about his uncle and how the Queen had said or did 
this with his uncle. You'd think that his uncle was the only person 
that the Queen ever talked to."

Jane piped in, trying to hide the sarcasm with her sugary tone "But 
Saddie, the three of us girls know that your father approves him to 
be your suitor. If you don't honor your father's wishes, you may 
miss marrying the most eligible bachelor in the world."

"Jane!!! How dare you say such a thing? You've just about given 
your poor dear father a heart attack by refusing to choose anyone. 
After all, you're getting to be a rather - shall I say - aged person 
who still hasn't found her Mister Right." She giggled, amused at 
her own wit.

The door opened and all three hushed for a second. A maid pushing 
a cart filled with fresh tea and cookies entered the room. Sarah 
continued her rating of the different young men as the maid 
replaced the half-empty teapot and began serving the cookies as 
she refilled the three women's teacups. When the maid handed 
Jane's small plate of cookies to her, Jane glanced at the maid and 
slightly arched her eyebrows in a silent greeting as she said "Thank 
you, Mary Beth."

The maid's head nodded imperceptibly as she refilled Lady Jane's 
teacup and curtsied to her mistress. The other two women were 
laughing over Sarah's all-knowing description of one of the young 
men's fingers, about how thick and long his fingers were. As the 
maid left the room, Jane laughed also; not really sure why she was 
laughing but knowing that it was expected from her.

******

Her father was sitting in his private upstairs study, enjoying his 
customary after-dinner brandy and cigar. All of the guests had left 
and Jane had just thanked her father for the wonderful party. He 
had quizzed her about the young men "Had she meet anyone that 
she would like to meet in an appropriate social settings? What did 
she think of the young Boswell? Did Saddie behave herself?"

She had done her dutiful daughter routine, telling him as much as 
she dared about the many young men that she had met that day. 
Then she had begged to turn in early - it'd been a long and tiring 
day. She'd gone straight to her room and undressed, being very 
happy to get out of the large and uncomfortable billowing skirt and 
other lady's unmentionables. 

Then she slipped into a simple cotton dress that her father didn't 
like to see her wear - one that was comfortable instead of 
fashionable. One that he permitted her to keep and wear only 
within the privacy of her room. She spent a moment brushing her 
hair and staring at her delicate china-white facial features. She 
opened a drawer, removing the small bag of makeup - makeup, 
which her father prohibited her from wearing because he thought 
that unmarried women who painted their faces were common sluts. 
She spent a few moments adding a little color to her high 
cheekbones and a little red to her lips then extinguished the 
candles within her room, as if she'd turned in for the night.

Instead of going to bed, she tiptoed down the hallway to the 
Servant's staircase, which led her down to the empty kitchen. She 
slipped out the always-unlocked door and across the patio to the 
gate that led to the barn. She entered the large and dark barn, 
walking to the back of the barn, where the storage room was 
located. A glimmer of light escaping through a crack guided her to 
the storage room door, behind which she could hear someone 
talking in a low voice.

She opened the door, causing the voice to cease. Sitting on 
haybales, were Mary Beth, a twenty-four year-old French maid 
named Dominique, a gardener named Jack that was the same age 
as Jane, and a forty-year-old horse groomer named Harry - her real 
friends. All employees of her father.

Jack held up a glass, which Jane knew would be full of whiskey 
stolen from her father's liquor cabinet today. The servants enjoyed 
her father's parties because it gave them the opportunity to re-
direct excess food and some of the better liquids to their hidden 
stockpiles. Mary Beth hugged Jane as she whispered "Happy 
Birthday."

Jane laughed "Did you ever see so many pompous asses in one 
place? God help this country if they're the leaders of tomorrow. 
Harry, pour me a glass of that shit."

Harry handed her a filled whiskey tumbler, which she downed with 
one quick gulp. Staring at the empty glass, she loudly declared 
"The men got to drink this good shit while the ladies had to sip on 
tea. I almost picked up one man's unguarded glass but I knew that 
Father was watching from his window. He would die if he knew that 
my virgin lips had ever tasted this demon brew. If I were a boy, he 
would've introduced me to its delicious taste as part of my twelfth 
birthday - my coming-of-age birthday. Instead he had Aunt Jessica 
tell me her confused version of the birds and bees story which is 
supposed to somehow reveal the truth about sex. If only the old 
biddy had known that I already knew that story, she'd had a heart 
attack."

As Harry re-filled her tumbler, Jane sat down on a haybale and 
picked up Harry's pouch of tobacco. She expertly licked a cigarette 
paper, poured some tobacco onto the paper and rolled the paper 
into a cigarette. Harry struck a match and lit her cigarette. She 
leaned back against a hay bale, blew a cloud of smoke into the air 
and held up her refilled whisky tumbler as she declared "I think 
that you know that this is the birthday party that I preferred. 
Thanks for being my friends and understanding what I have to do 
to please the old man."

Harry called "Cheers." and each of them downed their tumbler of 
straight whiskey. Jane spread her legs in a very unlady-like 
position and enjoyed another deep lung-full of cigarette smoke 
before continuing "Did you see that one asshole that monopolized 
me all afternoon? I tried everything to get rid of him except to tell 
him to go get fucked. If he wasn't talking about how great his 
daddy was, he was talking about how much greater he was going to 
be someday. When we were in the midst of a group, I even stood 
close to him and released a small silent fart, then looked at him as 
if he'd done it; hoping that I could embarrass him so that he stayed 
away from me. But he apologized to me as if the smell was coming 
from him and kept talking his silly garbage. God, I hope that he's 
got a dick underneath those expensive trousers, because he surely 
doesn't have a brain in his head. How can father expect me to 
marry someone that self-centered and un-worldly?"

Jack laughed and started making an imaginary stroking motion as 
if he was masturbating "And I expect his lordship is lying on his 
silk sheets at this very moment, thinking of how much he 
impressed you. Glad that I'm not the one who'll have to clean his 
bed in the morning."

Mary Beth put her hands under her large breasts, lifting them and 
pressing them up to form a larger exposed cleavage as she 
exclaimed "The lordship in question, kept staring down my dress as 
I served him. He like's boobs so he's got some redeeming qualities. 
Some of those other `gentlemen' seemed to prefer each other's 
body to my body. There was one flaming faggot that kept waving his 
handkerchief as if he was the Queen of England."

Jane laughed loudly, the cigarette dangling from her red lips "I 
know which one of the pompous bastards that you're talking 
about. When I was introduced to one of his school friends, he 
smirked as if he knew that I wasn't any competition for his 
handsome friend's companionship. As soon as I finished my 
mandatory `how-the-fuck-are-you' introduction, I moved on while 
the little faggot rushed in to make sure that I hadn't contaminated 
his `special friend.' And the future Lord Boswell does like to look at 
women's breasts. He kept standing close to me and sneaking 
surreptitious glances down my bodice as if he'd never seen a 
perfect set of tits before."

Harry raised his glass in a toast "I second that. You've got a perfect 
set of tits, second only to my wife's tits."

Jane thrust her chest out and declared in mock anger "I've seen 
your wife's boobs. That's an insult to me and a fantasy for your 
wife."

Harry replied in a solemn tone "It's been four or five years since 
I've last seen your tits, so my memory might be failing. Why don't 
you show them to me so I can re-evaluate you?"

"Don't do it. He's only trying to goad you so that he can get a 
cheap thrill. Next, he'll next start telling you how he can trim a 
woman's pubic mound hair so that it's a perfect heart shape. The 
old bastard's only interested in getting to look at some real pussy. 
We know that his wife's cut him off again." Groaned Mary Beth as 
she lit her own cigarette.

Jane laughed as she held her glass up to respond to Harry's toast 
"Truce. We're too good friends to fight among ourselves. A toast to 
good friends that know when to fuck with each other and when to 
respect each other's boundaries."

After each of them emptied and re-filled their whiskey glasses, 
Jane's voice turned serious as she looked at each of her good 
companions "I'm sorry that I couldn't have the birthday party that 
I really preferred - here with you, my good friends. You don't know 
how much I appreciate your friendship. And I have some bad news, 
which I've been hiding from everyone because I didn't want anyone 
to try to talk me out of it. So I've save it for this moment. Tomorrow 
morning, I'm leaving."

Jack jumped to his feet "Leaving? But why?"

"I'm unable to continue being my father's daughter - or rather 
being the daughter that he wants me to be. If I stay here, I'll be 
married within the year to some pompous ass starched shirt that I 
don't love. A marriage arranged by my father who thinks that he's 
doing the best thing for me, ignoring my personal desires. My father 
thinks that I'm going to London to do some shopping for a week, 
but I've really booked passage on a boat to France, where I'll board 
a tramp steamer to Africa."

Mary Beth's lips curled in a snarl "Africa. There's nothing but 
naked savages there and snakes. I could enjoy the naked savages 
but snakes is a different matter."

"I know and that's why I going there. Reading my magazines, I've 
decided that France is much too civilized and America doesn't have 
any more wildernesses to explore. I want to go somewhere where 
women don't wear hoops under their skirts, where men don't 
dress formally for dinner, and where I can learn what it's like to be 
free. Some place where I can ride a horse without being looked at 
because I'm not riding sidesaddle. Some place where I can smoke a 
cigarette in public if I desire. Some place where I can swim butt-ass 
naked if I so desire. Some place where I can meet a real man 
instead of all those phony assholes who think that manhood is 
dependent upon birthrights. So I'm running away from my home to 
search for my dreams. I've made arrangements to join a safari 
where I'll travel into the darkest jungle to explore territory that only 
men have seen before. To get that deep into the jungle, I've 
accepted a job as secretary to the safari leader where I'll record our 
journey's accomplishments. I'm going to do some of the things that 
I want to do with my life before I'm forced to marry and bear some 
stuffed shirt's children."

Mary Beth gave Jane an all-knowing nod "Aye. I've watched you 
grow up with me over the years. I've been allowed to do some of the 
things that I wanted to do because of my low station in life, while 
I've watched you suffer when you tried to get the same limited 
experience. I've seen you cry because you couldn't row your boat 
instead of practice your piano. I've seen your father get angry over 
men who would make you a good husband just because they didn't 
have the proper ancestors. I know where you're coming from and I 
wish you luck. I wish that I was going with you, but as you know, 
Jack's waiting for his uncle to die. When his uncle dies, Jack will 
inherit his house and ten acres of farmland. If we're still happy 
with each other at that time, we'll get married and fill that little 
farmhouse with our children. Think about us as you travel and take 
care of yourself."

*******

Jane closed her diary and put it into her steamer trunk. The latest 
entry was dated four months from the entry where she'd described 
her two very different birthday parties and departure from Parker 
Manor. 

Since then, she'd filled several pages of her diary, with her travels 
from England to Africa where she met Sir Walter Desmond, the 
leader of the Safari that she'd accepted employment with. He'd 
been a little angry when he'd discovered that the J. Parker that 
he'd hired through the mail stood for Jane Parker instead of John. 
She'd been lucky because he wasn't able to find a replacement 
and had to take her along as his assistant. 

He allowed her to wear khaki pants and a blouse as they traveled 
during the day but insisted that she change into something more 
appropriate for the afternoon tea and dinner. They would sit around 
a portable table every evening, being fanned by the natives to keep 
the bugs away, as Sir Walter expressed his daily evaluation of that 
day's travels. Jane's job was to listen to him and record his 
thoughts in a journal that Sir Walter planned to present to the 
Queen. He was very impressed with Jane's vocabulary and skillful 
recording of his profound thoughts. In other words, she was writing 
the journal using her words and descriptions but he was claiming 
credit for her writing.

She had grown quite fond of the older man, frequently being so 
personal as to advise him to trim his handlebar mustache when she 
noticed food residue among the thick whiskers. He confessed that 
he'd grown the thick handlebar mustache when he started 
planning this safari because "all jungle explorers" have handlebar 
mustaches. His mustache was quite thick because he had heavy 
facial growth that he shaved every day. Between his bushy 
eyebrows, his handlebar mustache, his daily stubble growth, and 
his khaki clothes, he looked like the explorers that she'd read 
about in her magazines. 

Following their normal camp rituals, as soon as they closed up his 
journal for the day, they would sit around the campfire talking. At 
first he chastised her when she used the word `damn', but after 
awhile he enjoyed being able to talk to her as if she was a man, so 
he permitted her to use any swear word except `fuck'. That word 
was too powerful and crossed too many social barriers for his very 
strict upbringing. He'd also been somewhat upset early in their 
travels when she pulled out a tobacco pouch and lit a cigarette one 
evening as he smoked his evening pipe, but as she pointed out to 
him, what harm did it do for her to enjoy that one nasty habit? He 
permitted her to smoke as long as there were no other people in the 
camp - savages excluded.

Anyone who knew the former Lady Jane Palmer of England's 
Parker Mansion wouldn't recognize the new explorer Jane Palmer. 
Her exposed life-long pale-white skin had been burnt and then 
tanned by repeated exposure to the hot African sun, giving her face 
a new healthy looking copper-tone glow. Gone were her long 
billowing dresses that were stored at the base camp, with only two 
dresses packed into her trunk for emergency social functions. She 
wore either khaki trousers or khaki shorts that revealed her golden 
tanned legs up to her mid-thigh and a khaki blouse that frequently 
clung to her breasts when she was soaked during the sudden cloud 
bursts. Gone was the mass of curly hair that was formerly perfectly 
curled by a hot iron every morning; the hair reverting back to its 
normal natural straight style. The hot sun, frequent showers and 
rugged jungle life had taught her that the most practical hairstyle 
was the common ponytail or braided pigtails tucked up into her 
hat. The several months of hiking through the jungle had toughed 
her body and built strong legs that could walk all day long. 

As per their usual evening custom, they were sitting around the 
evening's roaring and bright campfire, enjoying their individual 
cigarette or pipe smoke-induced mild euphoria's when Jane saw 
the golden eyes for the first time. As usual, both of them were 
constantly aware of the jungle's wild animal sounds and Sir Walter 
had his loaded hunting rifle sitting beside him, as was his custom. 
In the dark jungle brush, they could hear the distant coughing of a 
large lion as it hunted its dinner and the other normal jungle night 
sounds. 

Jane observed the glimmer of the golden eyes of some animal just 
outside the flickering light of their campfires and pointed the eyes 
out to Sir Walter. They were both watching the eyes and trying to 
figure out what type of animal it was with their guesses varying 
from `a big cat' to `a big snake'. So it surprised both of them when 
an almost naked white man with golden eyes stepped into their 
camp.

Startled at the unexpected boldness of their uninvited guest, Sir 
Walter reached for his loaded rifle as Jane slowly stood up to stare 
unafraid at their unexpected visitor. The young man's broad 
shoulders, tall muscular body, light mat of chest hair, lean waist, 
long solid legs, handsome face and thick head of hair wasn't the 
first thing that she stared at - it was the small loincloth that 
covered his waist that attracted her attention. His body was the 
first almost naked white body that she had seen since that time 
that she saw her childhood friend Jack swimming naked in the 
river. She'd seen so many naked black men since she arrived in 
Africa, that seeing a naked man was so normal now that she didn't 
stare at anyone's genitalia after the first cursory glance, unless the 
man had an exceptionally long or thick cock. But a white man 
dressed as a naked savage was new to her. Glancing up at the 
man's face, she was somewhat embarrassed when she realized that 
he knew where she'd been staring. 

He walked straight to their campfire, giving Jane the opportunity to 
notice that he was young - about her age - and was a white man 
although he was dressed as naked barbaric as the native porters. 
His skin was darkly tanned because of many years of exposure to 
the sun. Except for the small loincloth around his waist and a large 
knife in a scabbard attached to his loincloth, he was completely 
naked. He strode barefoot toward their campfire, walking as 
majestically as if he was the King of the Jungle and they were his 
subjects.

He was tall - a little over six feet tall. His body was perfectly 
proportional with wide shoulders, narrow waist and hips over 
massive thighs. His muscular body showed that he'd worked hard 
all of his life instead of playing golf as so many of Jane's former 
English suitors - who pretended that swinging a golf club at a ball 
was adequate exercise. His chest was covered with just enough 
dark curly hair to be interesting to the young woman who had 
never seen a man so perfectly built or comfortable at being this 
naked. The young handsome barbarian stood just on the other side 
of the campfire, holding up his hands, letting the fire's light show 
that he came in peace. Then his deep baritone introduction was a 
simple "I'm Tarzan."

Chapter 2 - The Lost City Legend

Sir Walter continued to hold his rifle, not sure what to think of this 
naked white savage. He felt somewhat intimidated by the young 
man's appearance and attitude. After all, normal people didn't 
walk around the jungle dressed like that and without a rifle. Rising 
to his feet so that young man didn't seem as tall, Sir Walter cradled 
his rifle as he removed the pipe from his mouth "I'm Sir Walter 
Desmond, on an exploration expedition authorized personally by 
Her Majesty, the Queen of England. Welcome to my humble camp. 
This is Lady Jane Parker, my assistant. Now sir, why are you 
dressed like one of the savages?"

A brief smile gleamed exposing a full mouth of white teeth as the 
young man replied in a deep but gentle baritone voice "Because I 
am one of the savages. I've lived all my life in the jungle and dress 
this way because normal clothes have a tendency to be destroyed 
as I live my life the way that I've always lived."

"Is Tarzan your first or last name?" asked Jane, a little pique over 
this unknown, white person dressed like a savage, who just waltzed 
into their camp uninvited. He was very lucky that Sir Walter hadn't 
mistaken him for a wild animal or a thief and accidentally shot him.

He turned slightly and bowed to acknowledge Jane's presence "You 
have keen eyesight. I noticed that you saw me before I really 
entered the fire's light. My name isn't Tarzan, but it's the only 
name that the natives have called me for so many years that I came 
to accept it as my real name. It means `white savage' in one of the 
local native dialects and I've become used to it being my only 
name. I've run across other people out here in the jungle who are 
also known as Tarzan for various reasons. My real name no longer 
means anything to me so I accept the name as if it was the name 
that my parents gave me at my birth."

Before she could reply to his answer to her question, Tarzan turned 
back to Sir Walter "The jungle drums say that you're looking for 
The Lost City. I came to warn you that it doesn't exist and I suggest 
that you stop wasting your time looking for it and risking your lives 
entering dangerous tribal lands. You're only two days from 
Momgua territory and they don't like strangers. They especially 
don't like white strangers."

Sir Walter's rifle made a soft clicking sound as he released the 
safety switch. Turning slightly so that the barrel was pointed more 
directly at Tarzan, Sir Walter asked, "Why are you here trying to 
warn us away? Is it because we're getting close to this place that 
you claim doesn't exist?"

Tarzan's face never quit smiling as he responded "The jungle 
drums also describe the beautiful young lady. If she hadn't been 
here, I would've allowed you to continue and to meet whatever 
destiny is reserved for you. But I came to warn you that she 
shouldn't be here or accompanying you any further into the 
territory. Now that I've warned you, it's on your conscious. Good-
by."

Tarzan turned and walked back across the clearing into the dark 
jungle as Sir Walter stared at his departing back. As soon as he 
blended into the jungle foliage, Sir Walter issued a sharp command 
to the native bearers that resulted in them grabbing their spears 
and forming a guarding circle around the camp.

Jane asked, "What is the Lost City?"

Releasing the safety from his rifle, he responded "It's an ancient 
city. Some say it disappeared about the same time that Atlantis 
disappeared, while other's say it's a more modern city. Either way, 
it's rumored that this city is built on a gold mine that can make the 
finder rich. I know that you think that we're just wandering about 
the jungle, but I'm actually following a map. A map drew by 
someone who saw the city and lived to return to civilization. I think 
the city exists and that's why I'm here." 

"If your map-drawer saw the city, why isn't he rich?"

"You wouldn't understand. A lot of men don't always have the 
strength or force of will to accomplish tasks. I have that personal 
strength and I'm determined to find the mine, to claim it as my 
own with the help of my bearers and to return to England as a very 
rich man."

******

Now that the real reason for the safari was exposed to Jane, a lot of 
the camp gear made sense. There were some explosives, a lot of 
weapons and some of the bearers looked more like mercenaries 
than explorers. For the next week following Tarzan's visit, Jane's 
private diary entries every night noted her rapidly increasing 
dissatisfaction with her role in this safari. It was one thing to 
explore, but another to be planning to rob and pillage a village of its 
native treasures. Every evening since then, they had sat around the 
evening's campfire discussing what Sir Walter planned to do if they 
found the long-lost village and Jane was now convinced that he 
would do whatever it took - even commit murder - to claim the Lost 
City's treasures. She still didn't know or care if it really existed. 
She just knew that she didn't want to be there when and if it was 
found. She made up her mind to leave the safari at the first 
possible moment.

After Tarzan's visit, they had skirted around the Momgua territory 
until today. That's when Brad Johnson and his men joined the 
expedition. Sir Walter had given orders to keep the same camp for 
the last three days and each day, he'd marched off with a small 
group of natives leaving her in the camp. He'd returned early today 
and had paced the camp perimeter smoking his pipe as he stared 
into the brush. Then just before dark, Brad's safari of about forty 
armed men joined them.

Brad Johnson was a swarthy, balding, overweight constantly 
sweating man that had a very obvious cruel streak. He'd been on 
his best behavior ever since his armed band of mercenaries joined 
Sir Walter's team, but something about him seemed so slimy and 
dangerous to Jane that she stayed away from him. He reminded 
her of someone that her father had fired one time for whipping a 
worn-out horse to death.

Upon Brad's arrival, the normal camp-life changed. Instead of a 
quiet dinner at night, Sir Walter and Brad sequestered their selves 
in the large tent and whispered as they conspired over their plans. 
She quickly recognized that there was a dangerous side to the 
gentle Sir Walter that she hadn't recognized before. A side driven 
by greed.

The next morning, the camp quickly packed up and headed straight 
into the Momgua territory. Brad took control of the bearers and 
forced them to cover twice the normal distance before he stopped to 
set up camp. He refused to allow campfires to be built so there was 
no warm food or relaxing after dinner discussions. Instead everyone 
but the guards turned in early to rest for another hard day's 
march.

Per Brad's unusual orders that everyone sleep in their clothes, 
Jane was almost fully dressed as she slept in the privacy of her 
centrally-placed tent, a loaded pistol by her side. The pistol was 
more to protect Jane from her companions than from the unseen 
inhabitants of this section of the jungle. 

Jane was awakened during her sleep by a weird cry. Jumping to 
her feet, she slipped on her boots and rushed out of her tent to 
discover a crowd forming around something. Pushing her way 
through the crowd, she saw a bent-over Brad examining a native 
guard whose headless body was lying on the ground. Sir Walter saw 
her at the same time as she passed out.

******

When she woke up, she was surprised to find herself on a stretcher 
being carried by some of the native bearers as the packed-up safari 
wound its way through the jungle that was barely visible from the 
faint light of the sunrise. One of the bearers helped her to her feet 
as another one of the bearers went forward to find Sir Walter. He 
returned quickly to admonish her "Don't wander from the guards 
that's been assigned to you."

"What happened to that man?" she asked, still feeling weak from 
seeing such a cruel death so close.

"It was a warning to turn back. A warning that we've obviously 
ignored. We're continuing deep into Momgua territory and we're 
not going to let those stupid natives scare us."

******

The campfires were lit that night because there was obviously no 
need for secrecy now that their presence was known. Jane noticed 
that the guards were doubled around the camp that night.

The next morning, there were no deaths, but they were short almost 
thirty porters who'd silently disappeared sometime during the 
night, reducing their total force to less than one hundred total. That 
day, they discovered another headless body tied to a tree in the 
middle of the trail that someone recognized as a former porter - one 
of the deserters. That night, Brad and Sir Walter alternated being 
up all night to keep the bearers from disappearing, but they still 
lost over seventy people whom deserted somehow during the night. 
The remaining safari of sixteen people discarded a lot of gear, 
taking only what was necessary - guns, ammo, food, water and Sir 
Walter's small trunk of maps and journals. Even Jane was pressed 
into service to carry food and ammo, leaving behind her small 
trunk; being permitted only to carry her personal diary.

They pressed forward, refusing to stop for rests until everyone was 
almost exhausted. That's when the attack occurred.

A lead scout fell over dead as the spear penetrated his chest. Jane 
dropped her pack and ran for shelter - a big tree. As she reached 
the tree, a painted native stepped out from behind the tree and 
clubbed her with his club.

******

Jane's head hurt. Everything hurt, but her head hurt the most. 
Her throat was dry and her lips felt parched. Ignoring her pain, she 
opened her eyes, discovering that her arms and legs were bound 
and that she was in a native hut.

She tried to sit up but the way that she was tied prevented her from 
getting into a comfortable position. She humped the floor as she 
turned and rotated only to discover that another similarly tied 
prisoner was quietly watching her. He whispered "I think that 
they're all dead. It was a trap and they massacred us. It's only me 
and you."

She recognized him as one of the guards that joined the camp with 
Brad. She whispered back "What about Sir Walter?"

"I saw him run back down the trail with a painted Momgua right 
behind him. He's probably out there in the jungle with a spear 
through his back."

"Can you untie me?"

He shook his head no then whispered "They broke my fingers when 
they captured me."

Their discussion was interrupted by someone lifting a tent flap and 
saying something in a language that she didn't understand. Then 
two men entered the hut and roughly picked her up from the floor, 
carrying her by her arms. She was dumped on the ground as if she 
was a sack of potatoes. A foot gingerly slipped under her chin and 
pried her face up. Staring up at the bright sun, all Jane could see 
was the outline of the foot's owner. Then a woman's voice asked, 
"Do you speak English?"

Squinting into the sun, Jane was able to see that the voice's owner 
was a young black woman. Through her parched lips, Jane grunted 
"Yes, please help me."

The woman replied "I'll do what I can but you're going to have to 
tolerate a little more punishment first before I can you to a safe 
place."

The woman switched languages and began talking to someone that 
Jane couldn't see from her facedown position. As Jane listened to 
them talk, she could tell from her limited knowledge of African 
languages that the woman was haggling with some man over the 
ownership of Jane. Finally the woman's voice changed to English 
again "You were expensive - one pig. Just relax and wait because I 
can't leave until tomorrow. Until then, you're still their prisoner."

She was carried back and dumped in the same dark hut. Only this 
time, she was all alone. They left her alone overnight, tied tightly 
with nothing to eat or drink. She allowed herself to pee on herself 
because she couldn't hold it back any longer.

The next morning, someone came into the dark hut, cut her ropes, 
and handed her a bowl of gruel. She wolfed the gruel down while 
her unknown benefactor waited. When she dropped the empty 
bowl, her female benefactor said in English "The Momgua were 
going to kill you but I purchased your freedom. You belong to me - 
Understand? You show me the proper respect while I lead you out 
of here or the Momgua might not honor their portion of the 
bargain."

The woman's strong hands lifted Jane's chin as the woman slipped 
something around her neck, then she fumbled with a buckle. When 
she was finished, she gave a little tug on a rope, almost pulling a 
very weak Jane off her feet. The woman repeated Jane's 
instructions "You come where I lead and don't say anything or look 
at them. I don't want you to accidentally insult anyone as we're 
leaving."

Jane was led out of the hut, motivated by strong tugs on the rope 
that kept her moving. She paused for a second to stare at the dead 
body of the other prisoner lying beside the entrance to the hut but 
the sharp tug of the rope kept her going. The woman led Jane 
through the center of the village and down a path to a river where 
they climbed into a canoe. The woman handed Jane a paddle as 
she whispered "Keep it up for another twenty minutes until we put 
some distance between us and them. Then I'll stop and let you 
clean up some."

Jane was weak and could barely hold the paddle, much less wield it 
correctly but somehow she found the strength to do as directed. It 
was with a lot of relief that the woman directed the prow of the 
canoe into shore about twenty minutes later. The woman 
unfastened the leash around Jane's neck, leaving the leather collar 
still in place "Keep this on and I'll have to put you back on the 
lease until we're really out of here. Get in the water and clean 
yourself. You smell like you shit in your britches."

Jane fell in the water and just floated, letting the flowing water 
clean and refresh her. For several minutes, she just relaxed, feeling 
a little strength come back. She turned to stare at her benefactor - 
a young woman that could only be described as a black amazon. 
The woman's natural skin color was dark, not black like the 
Momgua natives. She was tall for a woman - close to six feet tall, 
slightly broad-shouldered, and had very long legs - legs that were 
strong and muscular like a man's legs. Her long dark hair was 
braided into pigtails festooned with bright ribbons. Her clothes were 
a simple mid-thigh skirt and a leather halter to support her 
breasts. Her lower arms were covered with a leather wrist guard. 
Around her waist was a short belt, which supported a scabbard-
encased knife and a small leather bag.

Jane asked, "Who are you?"

The woman responded "I'm Laywan, a chief of the Thrudds. 
Whether you like it or not, you're now a member of the Thrudds. 
The Momgua territory completely surrounds our small village and 
we are allowed to come and go only as they permit."

"I'm Jane Parker. My father is rich. If you can just get me to a large 
city, I can make you rich."

Laywan laughed "What good is riches in a jungle? Can your money 
buy me a longer life? Better air, a good husband or remove this scar 
from my leg? Rich is a state of mind."

"How did you learn to speak such perfect English?"

"If the Momgua don't kill their captives, we buy them and adopt 
them into our tribe. Over the years, we've become a multiple 
language tribe because of the large number of English captives that 
have come to live with us - thanks to the warring nature of the 
Momguas."

******

Laywan did most of the paddling for the rest of the morning while 
Jane rested. Then they stored the canoe on the riverbank and 
started climbing a steep trail that quickly carried them up into the 
mountains. 

As Laywan walked up the mountain in front of Jane, the worn-out 
Englishwoman couldn't help but stare at the Amazon's muscular 
legs that were almost constantly at Jane's eye-level as they climbed 
the steep trail. Jane had seen so many naked women since arriving 
in Africa, that the sight of a woman's naked body no longer startled 
her. But this woman's semi-naked body was different because of 
her strong athletic build. Her lean body was the result of constant 
exercises, not dieting like Jane's friends did back home. The 
ebony's woman's body glistened with a light coating of sweat that 
further highlighted her muscle definition as the woman easily 
climbed the steep trail.

Behind her, Jane admired the beautiful muscles her new "owner" 
possessed in her legs. Just looking at the very prominent 
hamstrings, Jane could tell that the woman had a lot of power 
available and ready whenever she needed it. Once when Jane was 
gasping for breath from her exertion, Laywan turned to face Jane 
and began flexing her quad muscles up and down to stretch out the 
muscles while she waited on Jane to recover her breathing. Jane 
could only stare at the expanding quads as they jutted out like a 
runner's muscles, recognizing that her own legs looked weak and 
undeveloped compared to her new friend's legs.

They walked until just before dark when they reached a 
campground. A very weak and tired Jane didn't resist as Laywan 
tied Jane's hands and feet so that she couldn't escape while 
Laywan slept. The next morning, they continued their journey, 
reaching a steep cliff just before dark. Again, Jane was tied during 
the night.

The next morning, Laywan guided Jane to a small trail along the 
face of the cliff. For hours, they walked a very narrow trail, hugging 
the cliff face until they reached a narrow rope footbridge across a 
chasm. When Jane reached the other side, Laywan said, "You're 
now in Thrudd land. That bridge is the only way in or out. Don't 
ever attempt to escape because we'll catch you."

They went up and down more cliff faces until they stood on a small 
cliff overlooking a green valley with a beautiful river flowing through 
it. Laywan pointed to a small clearing, declaring "There is my home 
- The Lost City."

******

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. She remembered Mary Beth telling her about doing 
this to a man once.

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.

******

The wild boar knew that Jane was hunting it and managed to stay 
just out of her limited spear-toss range. As Jane sneaked closer to 
the wild pig, it would watch her as it rooted among the wild scrubs, 
then take off running for a hundred or two hundred feet before it 
would stop and graze again, keeping a close eye on the young 
woman that hunted it with just a spear. She was feeling frustrated 
because she'd been tracking this particular boar for over two hours 
and wasn't any closer to it now than when she started tracking the 
dangerous animal.

A small branch landed at her feet as she contemplated charging the 
wild boar, trying to get within spear range before it could bolt and 
run away. Another small branch landed very close to her, causing 
her to stop and look up into the giant trees that surrounded her. 
Standing on a tree branch about ninety feet above her above her 
was Tarzan. 

Satisfied that he had her attention, he winked at her then dived off 
his high branch toward a hanging vine. His falling weight broke the 
vine loose so that the vine began swinging away from the tree. Like 
an circus acrobat, he let go of that vine as he fell toward another 
vine, grabbing that vine and swinging in a long arc before releasing 
the vine to fall toward a third vine. This last vine's arc put Tarzan 
ten feet above the unsuspecting wild boar. Dropping from the vine 
onto the boar's back, Tarzan's knife flashed as he sunk his blade 
into the pig.

The pig jerked and snorted as it fell over dead. Standing above the 
dying pig, Tarzan raised his head to the sky and arched his chest 
as if he was getting ready to release a battle cry. He paused for a 
moment before turning to face Jane, a wild look in his eyes as if he 
had just vanquished a foe. Then that look disappeared as he called 
out to the young female hunter "You make so much noise that I'm 
surprised that you got as close as you did. Come help me prepare a 
litter to drag this food back to the village."

She stepped forward until she was less than ten feet from Tarzan as 
he cleaned the blood from his knife on the dead pig. "How did you 
learn to swing through the jungle like that?"

"When I was a small boy, I fell out of a tree one day and realized 
that the fall hurt. I watched the monkeys swing through the trees 
so I climbed back up and fell again, only this time catching a vine 
as I fell. From that simple practice, it became easy."

"How long have you been following me?" she asked, her face trying 
to hide a smile as she noticed a small indication behind his loin 
cloth that could only be caused by a mild erection.

"Follow you! No, Tarzan has better things to do. I was hunting and 
just happen to come across your trail." He replied as he used his 
knife to hack some small vines to use to build the litter.

"In this big jungle, you just happen to swim underneath me and 
later to be in the tree above me? Does hunting give you an 
erection?"

He looked down at his loin cloth which was revealing his arousal. 
He responded with "I'll be honest with you. I don't hunt because of 
enjoyment. I hunt because I'm hungry. As for my obvious erection, 
both of us know that you're the reason for my erection. The jungle 
is full of tall dark-skinned women with nice bodies but your relative 
white and small very proportional pixyish body stands out from the 
other women. I was already down at the river when you came down 
the trail. Like a pervert, I hid in the bushes and watched you 
undress. Your totally naked body was much nicer than I thought it 
would be. At first, I was only curious about your body, but I felt my 
erection start growing when I clearly saw your breasts. You have 
very nice nipples. Most jungle women have dark nipples, but your 
nipples are so pink and puffy that they look virginal. I slipped into 
the water behind you, grabbing a reed so that I could get some 
breaths underwater without you seeing me. I followed you, 
swimming under you and looking at you as you swam. That's why 
I'm horny."

"Your honesty won't get you anywhere with me. You had your 
chance with Laywan last night. You should've gotten some from 
her while you could."

"I'm very particular about who I climb in bed with. I like Laywan 
but I won't get into bed with just anyone simply because they want 
me. I had a friend one time who told me that she liked to save 
herself for that special someone and that's also how I feel about 
sex. It has to be with someone that I like and respect. I knew she 
wanted me last night but I didn't feel the same way about her and 
tried to politely turn her down. I've decided that you're the woman 
that I want to sleep with."

A slightly bemused Jane responded "Good, because I feel the same 
way. So you'll understand when I tell you to stay away from me." 

Before he could answer her dismissal, Jane pointed at the dead pig 
as she softly suggested "You killed it, you carry it back. I'm going 
to go find Laywan and hunt with her."

******

Jane and Laywan were pulling the litter full of freshly-killed deer 
meat into the village when an Amazon Warrior Woman came 
running to meet them. The Warrior looked at Jane, then spoke in 
the native dialect to Laywan as if there was something that should 
be kept private from the young white woman. Laywan listened to 
the woman then said in English "Our of our new captives has 
disappeared - the man called Brad. We've added additional guards 
at the rope bridge. He won't escape."

"What will you do when you find him?"

"We'll listen to him at a tribal hearing, then we'll kill him. It's his 
second mistake and clearly shows that he has no regard for our 
customs."

******

There was plenty of fresh meat that night. The chiefs sat together, 
with the honored guest, Tarzan, sitting beside Laywan; while Jane 
sat with the other Amazon Warrior Women. 

All day long, Jane had thought about Tarzan and about what he 
had told her. She had thought about his nice body and had caught 
herself daydreaming a couple of times about making love with him. 
The more that she thought about him, the more that she regretted 
her hasty decision earlier. After all, this was the jungle and things 
were done differently than in good old England. Here it was 
acceptable to sleep with someone because you like them. And she 
did like him. And his words and erection proved that he liked her 
also.

Jane kept looking up, hoping to find that Tarzan and Laywan were 
talking quietly the way that lovers talk in public. Instead she 
discovered that Tarzan was watching her. Watching her so much 
that she became embarrassed and left the dinner early, returning to 
her hut even though she knew that Nasroi would be late tonight. As 
the official scribe, he had to stay with the chiefs until they turned 
in tonight.

As she entered the hut, the hairs raising on the back of her neck 
warned her that there was someone else in her hut. She grabbed 
her knife as she immediately though about Brad and his obsession 
with her. In the dim light, she could only see the outline of the man 
but the faint glimmer of his golden eyes told her that it wasn't 
Brad, but Tarzan.

Still holding the shaft of her knife, she whispered loudly "What are 
you doing here?"

"I came to this village to visit old friends and found you - a white 
woman who's cast away her civilization and adopted the life of the 
savages. A woman who reminded me a lot of myself. Ever since I 
saw you standing by the fireside behind Laywan, your body 
glistening with sweat from your long run, I've been drawn to you. I 
watched you from the riverbank and saw your perfect body as you 
undressed. I swam under you without you realizing it and watched 
you as you glided through the water. I felt myself pulled to you as if 
we were magnets and I had to touch you. So I played a little grab-
ass in the water to see how you reacted to my presence. Then I 
followed you when you went hunting. I didn't kill that pig for the 
tribe's dinner. I killed it as a gift for you. I want you to be my 
mate."

Jane eased her knife back into its sheath, still holding the handle 
as she listened to his soft words. With difficulty she said "I'm no 
longer in control of my destiny. The tribe has decreed that I must 
bear children for them and cannot take a mate until I have borne at 
least five children. You should select Laywan."

"If I'd wanted Laywan, I would've taken her when I was here the 
last time. It's you that I want. The council can release you from 
your obligation."

Jane stepped forward, her feet moving against her will as she 
replied "I'm Nasroi's woman this month."

"Nasroi won't fight me for you."

She felt her hands unbuckle her knife belt and heard her belt fall to 
the floor as she continued her slow march across the five feet to 
where he was standing in the dark. She saw him step forward, his 
huge body seeming like a giant after being with the smaller Thrudd 
men. She smelled his strong animal smell as they stood inches 
from each other. She raised her lips as she tilted her head back and 
stood on her tiptoes, waiting for his lips.

******

A very happy Jane was lying half-asleep on Tarzan's arm as he 
slept the exhausted sleep of the worn-out lover. Her naked body 
was still all warm, glowing and tingling from their almost all-night 
long sex and she was fighting the strong urge to sleep and relax. 
She wanted to remember this delightful night, to lock into her 
memory the wonderful feelings that he had aroused within her. She 
thought that Mogu had been a great physical lover and that Nasroi 
had been a great technical lover, using his skills to keep her 
aroused. Both men's bedroom skills were nothing when compared 
to Tarzan's ability to please her. There was as much difference as 
day and night in the three men. Tarzan combined both gentleness 
with rough, pure physical force as he propelled her through ecstasy 
after ecstasy. 

She hadn't intended to jump in bed with him, but when she 
discovered him in her hut, she felt the same strong magnetic 
attraction for him that he professed to have for her. Their bodies 
had merged, becoming as one body as their individual sex organs 
took control of their bodies and their minds, turning them into 
insatiable animals.

The first rays of morning sunlight shook Jane from her dreamy 
mood as she realized that they had made love all night long and 
now it was morning. Easing up from beside Tarzan's sleeping 
naked body, she gathered her clothes and slipped out of her hut to 
go to the river to clean her body. She hurried through the still 
sleeping village because she wanted to clean herself and then find 
Laywan. So Jane was very surprised when she reached her favorite 
sandbar and discovered Laywan waiting on her.

Before an embarrassed Jane could say anything, Laywan said 
"Your cries of joy were very loud last night. Everyone nearby was 
aware that you had taken a new lover and guessed who it was. 
Before Nasroi could finish his duties and return to your hut, he'd 
already been warned that he'd been replaced. Based upon the facts 
as we knew them last night, the council voted to release you from 
your child-bearing commitment. If our good friend Tarzan desires 
you as a mate, you are free to become his woman. When he is ready 
to leave our village, you are free to go with him. The council asked 
me to tell you of their decision. I'm here to show you that I wish 
you luck and bear you no ill will."

******

The next two weeks were the most fantastic two weeks of Jane's 
life. During the night, she was the seductive nymphet, servicing her 
man, using her body as a receptacle for his raging male hormones 
as they brought mutual joy to each other. During the day, she was 
his hunting partner as they prowled the woods. Under his expert 
tutelage, she learned how to climb the giant trees and to use the 
trees to traverse the forest as they hunted the animals that were 
unaware of the overhead hunters. She learned how to swim 
underwater and to spear the fish that they cooked over a slow 
campfire as they made love on the sandy beach in the middle of the 
day.

Anyone who had known the Lady Jane from the parties given by 
her father, wouldn't recognized the darkly tanned semi-naked 
female savage that hunted wild animals with a spear beside her 
darkly tanned semi-naked mate, as being the same woman. Anyone 
that watched them as they made love, wouldn't have recognized 
the woman as being the same Lady whose only knowledge of sex 
came from watching the horses on her father's estate. 

It was the same delicate facial features but the tanned eighteen 
year-old face didn't need makeup to enhance its natural beauty. It 
was the same long dark hair, but instead of being curled in the 
current English style, it was now festooned with fresh flowers and 
pieces of brightly colored fabric woven into its braids. It was the 
same lush, small, youthful female body, but now it was lean from 
months of strenuous exercise and tanned a beautiful bronze color 
from months of exposure to the sun. It was the same delicate hands 
but instead of being used to make quilts, her hands were callused 
from carrying her ever-constant hunting spear. It was the same 
delicate lips, but now her rosy lips were more experienced lips - lips 
that were equally at ease when they were wrapped around her 
man's cock or probing tongue. It was the same breasts but her 
perky breasts were now being used to excite her man rather than 
be hidden behind a flowery dress.

A lot of nights they didn't even bother to go back to the village, 
instead sharing a roaring campfire and soft bed made of boughs 
and leaves that Tarzan built for them in the middle of the jungle. 
They would curl up together and enjoy the feel of each other's 
naked body as they rested on a bed of leaves made by Tarzan for 
his woman. She enjoyed touching his body, feeling his naked body 
rub against her naked body, and most of all, she enjoyed just being 
near him. Tarzan was the man that she wanted to spend the rest of 
her life with. The naked white savage that she snuggled up with, 
was the man that she wanted to marry and to be his wife. He was 
the only man that she wanted to share a bed with and most of all, 
she wanted to bear his children. Tarzan was the man that she had 
ran away from home to find. She had found her dream in this 
remote village and she was the happiest that she'd ever been in her 
short life.

If someone had asked her to describe her life now, she would've 
told them that `It was Eden for her'. She was Eve and he was her 
Adam. But all Eden's have their snakes. And her snake was named 
Brad.

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.

******

"Wake up!!" yelled Nasroi.

Jane slowly opened her eyes which were very heavy and plastered 
as if she'd been asleep for a long time. As she tried to shake off the 
un-normal sleepy feeling, she opened her eyes to see Nasroi's 
beaming face in the next cell as he yelled at her "It worked. Now get 
us out of here."

Still shaking off the letharginess of the sleep as she tried to figure 
out what her former lover was talking about, Jane looked down at 
her body - only to discover that her body that she was looking at, 
wasn't her normal naked female body. Her completely naked body 
that she was staring at, was Tarzan's much larger male body - only 
it was now her body. 

There was his familiar shriveled cock between his massive thighs 
but she was looking down at the area that was between her new 
muscular legs - the area that had always been her vagina. Instead 
of two mounds of jiggling boobs, there was a wide muscular chest 
covered with a thin layer of dark curly chest hair. The two most 
distinguishing female body parts of her body had been replaced 
with the corresponding male body parts. Her body obviously wasn't 
a woman's body any more.

Shaking her head as if the simple motion would restore her sanity, 
she caught a glimpse of something just beyond her peripheral 
vision. Turning her head slowly to stare into the adjoining cell 
where she had last seen the unconscious Tarzan before she fell into 
her mysterious sleep, she now saw the naked body of an 
unconscious woman all slumped over so that Jane