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Jane	by Waldo

Chapter 4a of 9b	

Tarzan is a copyrighted character and this story is not
intended to infringe on those rights.  While my Tarzan
has a similar storyline, its purpose is to entertain
without claiming credit for the orignal Tarzan. All rights 
reserved by Author.  Not to be read by minors or 
sold without explicit written permission of the author




Chapter 4 - Kill the bastard!

They climbed a high cliff and sat on the cliff face watching the 
beautiful sunset as it cast its rapidly moving shadows across the 
valley floors. Then they curled up inside a nearby cave where they 
made slow, delicious love to each other. The type of love that only 
two lovers familiar with each other's body and desires, can share 
with each other.

As they rested in each other's arms after a perfect mutual climax 
together, Tarzan asked an innocent question "Why are you here in 
the savage jungle? After all, you had so much going for you back in 
England - parents that loved you and could afford the best for 
you."

"Just because they loved me, doesn't mean that they treated me 
correctly. My early childhood is filled with so many memories of 
being shushed by my nannies because my parents were 
entertaining dinner guests - important dinner guests, which they 
thought were more important than me. It seems that we never had 
any unimportant dinner guests. It was a big, big house and I could 
go for a couple of days without seeing them as they busied 
themselves with their official host and hostess roles, ignoring the 
little child who just wanted to be near her too-busy parents. Then 
they discovered that I was an emerging pubescent adolescent who 
was beginning to take on the physical shape of a delicate lady - 
abet my delicate shape was more enhanced because of my very 
small body . Suddenly the parents who didn't want anything to do 
with a crying, thumb-sucking kid turned into too-nice parents that 
were competing for the `Parents of the Year' award. By that time in 
my life, I was used to being neglected by them and allowed to run 
free - as free as I could under the sharp eyes of nannies that were 
changed every year. I didn't want to be their little girl who wore 
only dresses and enjoyed my trousers. I couldn't climb trees in a 
dress." She laughed a high pitched laugh as she thought about 
those carefree days.

"You were a tomboy?" Tarzan asked as he touched one of her puffy 
nipples, watching it react to his gentle teasing.

"Yes, I was quite a tomboy as I played in the barn, climbing the 
rafters, riding the horses bareback, sneaking into the river for a 
quick swim with my friends. I had my special childhood friends who 
treated me as one of them and then suddenly, I was the young lady 
of the house, who had to learn how to serve tea and crumpets; and 
also was expected to give up my friends for important people that 
my parents only knew through the countless parties that they gave 
for the social crowd. I was expected to dress in fancy silks and 
hoops and my favorite trousers were destroyed. My hair was curled 
and I was forbidden to wear my newly-curled hair tucked up into 
an over-sized hat anymore. I didn't mind the physical transition 
from girlhood to womanhood, but I didn't like my parents 
impression of what womanhood meant. Where I was forbidden to 
attend their parties before; now I was pushed into the center floor, 
dressed like a young princess and expected to fulfill the social 
obligations that I didn't want." She arched her back and shifted 
her position slightly within his arms so that her nipple was closer 
to his face - so close that it was a clear invitation that she wanted 
him to suck on it.

"That may sound bad to you, but to someone like myself who has 
never had a home or any place to call my own, that sounds good." 
Replied Tarzan as he though about the differences between their 
childhood lives and stared at the tender flesh around her perfect 
nipple. 

A smirk formed on Jane's face as she thought about the differences 
between their lives before answering "Yeah, I had it good, but I 
didn't want it good. I didn't run away from my home because I 
hated my parents, rather I did it because I wanted to live my own 
life as I chose to live it. I wanted the opportunity to be able to chase 
the wind, to soar like a hunting hawk on the prowl for its evening 
meal, to run like a wild horse across the burning beach sand and 
most of all -to be me. I discovered that I enjoyed the thrill of the 
kill, the freedom of going naked, the freedom to choose between 
lying on a rock naked or swimming in a river fraught with danger. 
My father made me feel like a teeny-weeny little girl because of the 
way that I was expected to dress and act. Out here, I feel that I'm 
the King and can do anything that I desire. You know that I've 
always hated my small size and wished that I was bigger. My ideal 
body size would be to be as big as Laywan - or even bigger. I don't 
want to be as big as Mary Beth because she's too damn big and 
there's nothing proportional about her. I know that I can never be 
bigger than I am now, but I feel bigger because I can almost keep 
up with those long-legged Amazons Warrior cunts. Instead of being 
a young, delicate woman of proper upbringing whose steaks are cut 
up for her by the Butler, I'm a warrior who hunts my own food with 
a spear. I could be myself and know that people liked me for who I 
was - not who my parents were. That's one of the reasons that I 
like it here. And you're the other one." 

She declared as she rolled over slightly and rubbed her nipple 
against his lips which accepted the gift. Her slender leg rolled over 
his massive leg and for several moments, they were silent as his 
lips explored her very familiar and totally delicate feminine breasts. 
Her slender arms wrapped around his head as she enjoyed the 
various sensations that her body was feeling - the wet teasing of his 
soft tongue on her areola, the ticking of his chest hair against her 
belly, the matting of her pubic hair as she mashed her genitalia 
against the sharp bones of his hip and the enjoyable itch that she 
was feeling deep inside her vagina. 

For several moments, they laid like that, then she rolled off of him, 
knowing that she was teasing him, knowing that anticipation was 
something that they both enjoyed as part of their sex. Rolling back 
into her comfortable position where she was using his arm as a 
pillow as she curled up next to him, she resumed the discussion, 
ignoring the more husky sound of her voice as she asked "Why do 
you like me?" 

A teasing smile formed on his face as he thought about her 
question before honestly replying "I don't like you. I like Laywan. 
My feelings for you are stronger than just pure like. Ever since that 
first time that I saw you, I knew that you're someone special. I 
remember seeing you that first time as you and the old man sat 
around the campfire. I remember thinking that you had to have 
balls to be way out in the jungle when you could have been home 
safe in your bed. Then when I saw you that first day that I came 
back to the village, you really stood out among all those women. 
There were all these semi-clad tall, broad-shouldered women 
standing around me, but you were the only one that attracted me. I 
think part of my attraction for you, was because of your small size. 
I knew that you weren't as big or as strong as the other women, 
but I also knew that you were more deadlier. I knew that you were 
working harder to do the things that they found so easy because of 
their natural large size. I knew that you were having to work harder 
also because you had been born with a silver spoon in your mouth 
yet these ferocious women accepted you as one of them. You may 
be small, but I think that's what made you so tough. And it's also 
part of the reason why I fell in love with you."

She grinned and kissed him as she whispered "And I thought it was 
because I had the best pussy that you ever had. Stupid me. Why do 
you like small women? Would you like me if I was normal size?"
 
Tarzan sensed that he was about to tread dangerous water, rolled 
over on his side and let one of his fingers trace a slow path down 
her belly toward her dark pubic mound as he replied "You are 
rather small. I think that's what attracted me to you at first until I 
got the opportunity to know you. Your white skin and small size 
really stood out among those dark-skinned long-legged women. As 
for being bigger, I'm very happy with you being the way that you 
are."

"I know and I'm sorry that I keep harping on it but it's something 
that bothers me. Everyday I think about the height difference and 
wish that I was more like them. Everyone has something about 
themselves that they don't like. I used to talk with Mary Beth and 
tell her that I wanted to be big and strong and she would laugh and 
tell me how she wanted to be small and petite like me. I want to 
have legs that can stretch wide and leap tall boulders. I want the 
longer arm reach when I'm climbing cliffs. I get tired of looking up 
at my friend's faces. I see you standing on the tree limb and I think 
how perfect you are. You have such long, strong legs that can carry 
you for hours. You have the muscular chest that allows you to 
catch vines and swing across the jungle tree tops. I envy your 
muscular development and general body build. I envy the freedom 
that you've always enjoyed, roaming the jungle as you please, no 
home to tie you down, no parents to force you to hold your thumb 
up when you're drinking tea. I don't even like tea yet I was forced 
to drink it every day `because proper young ladies are expected to 
entertain their male guests at the 4pm tea'. I don't think that I 
could ever go back to that type of life again."

A sad look appeared on his face as he considered his response "The 
grass is always greener on the other side of the fence. You think 
that it would be great to grow up as an orphan of the jungle. Well, I 
didn't think it was so great. My missionary parents died in a 
plague when I was young and the tribe let me stay in the village as 
if I was one of their many orphans. I slept where ever I could find 
shelter for the night, fought with the wild dogs for scraps of food 
from the trash and wore cast-off pieces of clothing. Because I was 
white and they were black, I was treated as an outcast by almost 
everyone. When I was a young man, full of vim and vigor, the village 
girls treated me as if I was an leper because my cock was so small 
compared to my black friends. I had sex with a few prostitutes who 
taught me how to use what I had. Later when I was ready to take a 
wife, I had no family possessions to use as a dowry. I saw the 
woman of my choice - a beautiful, ebony girl with perky little 
breasts who I watched transition from childhood to womanhood - 
given away to a friend of mine, whose father could afford the three 
cow's asking price. I left the village intending to seek my fortune 
and became a wanderlust, traveling through the jungle, living here, 
living there, having no place of my own to call home. I became the 
man that you see before you now - a person that isn't afraid of 
anything because I've face danger so many times a day just as part 
of my normal life. A person that would do whatever was needed to 
survive. Yep, I'm a survivor. Throw me into a pit of alligators and 
I'll survive somehow. I may lose an arm or leg, but I'll come out of 
the pit not worrying about my loss because that's the type of 
person that I am. You complain about your parent's treatment of 
you. At least you had parents. I wish sometimes that I had a home 
that I could back to. I would give up the jungle, my freedom, just to 
have someone that cared for me."

"Is there anyone that you would've swapped places with if you 
could've?"

"Yes and no. My father was much older than my mother and had 
been married before, with a son who about sixteen years older than 
me. When my Dad and Mom came to the jungle, they left him with 
one of Dad's sisters but brought me so that I could see some of the 
world. So after they died, while I was fighting over scraps of food, I 
imagined that he was eating at a fancy restaurant. I used to go to 
sleep at night under someone's hut, staying alert while I knew that 
he was safely sleeping in his own bed, in a neighborhood where he 
didn't have to worry about something eating him at night. I envied 
his security, his peace of mind, but it was only a childhood 
fantasy." 

Jane's slight chuckle summed up the overall discussion "It sounds 
as if both of us would have been happy if we could have been born 
each other."

"Yeah, but then, we wouldn't have met each other." Tarzan 
explained as his golden eyes gleamed in the dim light. Jane's hand 
drifted down his naked belly, discovering that his manhood was 
primed and waiting for her.

Her soft hand wrapped around his erection as her lips nibbled on 
his neck. He arched his back slightly and turned his head so that 
she could get to his neck. She turned over, pulling his arm around 
her waist as she backed up so that she fit into the forward curve of 
his body. He placed his erection so that it rested between her 
thighs, the tip of it sticking out just below her pubic hair. As she 
gently rubbed the tip of his engorged cockhead against her itching 
pussy, she asked in a very husky voice "Tell me what you like 
about my body!"

"Hummm. That's blackmail at this particular moment." He 
groaned lightly as his hand drifted around her waist, then moved 
up to her breasts and began squeezing her breast.

"Are you a boob or leg man?" she asked as she spit into her hand, 
then used her salvia to coat the tip of his cockhead, feeling it throb 
as the cool wetness of her salvia further increased his desire to take 
her.

Behind her, he shivered with delight from the added sensation 
before he answered "I guess that I'm a boob man."

She squeezed the cockhead "Guess?"

"Yeah, when I saw you that first day in the village, standing there 
with your perky boobs all coated with sweat, all I could think about 
was wrapping my lips around your nipples."

She cooed lightly "so show me."

******

During the night as they slept in each other's exhausted arms, 
Tarzan had been awaken by something - a sixth sense that warned 
him of danger but he had discovered nothing when he stepped out 
to the cliff face and looked into the dark valley below their sleeping 
area. He returned to the warm spot beside the still sleeping Jane, 
enjoying the feel of her warm body as she curled up next to him, 
her sleeping fingers searching his body until they found his 
shriveled penis. She cupped his penis with her hand as she slept, 
using his arm as her pillow.

The faint smell of smoke woke Tarzan as the first faint rays of 
sunlight penetrated their cave. He rushed to the cliff's face and saw 
the distant source of the smoke - the village was on fire.

It took them several hours to get down from the cliff and to cross 
the valley. Jane knew that Tarzan could've covered the distance in 
a quarter of the time, but he held back and ran at a pace that she 
could endure for that distance. 

The burning fires were almost out when they entered the village. 
Most of the village was burned to the ground - including Jane's 
hut. There were also several bodies that had been collected and 
stacked in the center of town. A very grim Laywan met them "It was 
the white man - Bart. He wasn't able to leave the valley so he's 
been hiding out and gathering some of the recent captives. They 
sneaked into the village during the middle of the night, burst into 
the armory and armed themselves with guns. Then they went on a 
burning and killing spree, killing two of our elder chiefs. They're 
out there in the forest somewhere and I'm going to lead our 
warriors to find them."

Tarzan looked at the carnage and stated "I'll help you find them. 
Jane, you stay here."

Reluctantly Jane stayed behind to help the injured and to guard 
the village while most of the Warrior's followed Tarzan and Laywan. 
Throughout the rest of the day, she worked tirelessly to ensure that 
the rest of the fires were out and the injured cared for. As she was 
finishing changing a bandage on a wounded friend, it surprised her 
to look up and see Sir Walter staring at her. 

Only it was a different Sir Walter. The weeks of living as a farmer 
had put some of his weight back on him, but because he was on 
the lowest level of the captive "pecking order" because of his age, 
he'd shared the common sleeping quarters out in the field area 
where Jane usually didn't visit. Immediately upon his arrival in the 
village, he'd picked up a bad case of head lice so his head and 
trademark mustache had been shaven to control the lice. His 
tailored khaki clothes had been destroyed so he wore the common 
wrap-around native clothing that looked like a big diaper. The only 
thing that was still recognizable about him, was his bushy 
eyebrows, which had been spared the shaving. Standing in front of 
her with his new appearance, his eyes were gleaming as if he'd 
gone mad or developed a deep religious enthusiasm.

He leaned over and whispered "I know where they are. Come with 
us and I'll help you get back to England."

She felt her hand going for her knife but resisted the impulse as 
she responded "No, this is my home now."

A cruel look flashed across his face, then his face turned bland 
"Brad has a captive - Nasroi. Bart figured that the town scribe 
would know where the gold was really hidden. He's going to kill 
your former lover unless you guide us through the valley. I suggest 
that you come with me"

Somewhat stunned by Sir Walter's cruel remarks, she followed him 
out of the village because it was true that Nasroi was missing. She 
followed him across the farming fields to the nearby cliffs, and then 
along the cliffs to the mine entrance. Just inside the mine's 
entrance, she saw the evidence that her former friend's story was 
true. Two dead warriors were lying just inside the entrance, their 
throats cut when they had entered the mine to search for the 
criminals. A somewhat gloating Bart was sitting beside a chest filled 
with gold. Lying tied on the ground was a naked Nasroi.

Bart mumbled around the cigar sticking out of his mouth, the scar 
still vivid on his face where Jane had cut him with her knife "We 
owe a lot to your former boyfriend. Not only did he know where the 
gold was stored in here, but he also knew where these fine cigars 
were hid. Don't know which pleasures me more - the gold or the 
good cigar."

******

Jane was stripped naked by Bart's henchmen. She allowed them to 
do it because Bart held a knife to Nasroi's throat and threatened to 
kill him if she resisted. 

They led the naked Jane and Nasroi down a winding series of shafts 
following a string for about ten minutes that someone had strung 
so that they could consistently follow the correct trail. At the end of 
the winding shaft, there was a recently busted door that led into a 
small tunnel. The small tunnel led to a small circular room dug out 
of the rock. Within the circular room, there was three adjacent 
small wooden cells next to a much larger cell with metal bars. The 
doors to each cell was standing open.

Jane was placed in the wooden cell next to the larger cell and 
Nasroi was placed in the wooden cell adjacent to Jane's cell. Then 
they were left alone as the outlaws returned to the surface.

"What is this place?" asked Jane as she shook the wooden boards 
that kept her prisoner.

"It's the sacred treasure depository. We kept the gold in the metal 
cell next to you. These smaller areas are work areas where the 
craftsmen made the gold into jewelry. You can see their tools 
scattered about the floor where they ransacked even these rooms to 
collect the gold."

"So the gold mine was worked out? What else did you lie to me 
about?"

Nasroi sat down on the floor, his head buried between his legs in 
abject defeat. While he cringed in self-pity, Jane kept working on 
the wooden boards that formed her cell, trying to break out of her 
confinement. She could see that it wasn't ever intended to be a cell, 
but just a storage area that would offer a little resistance to anyone 
trying to get in. It was open like a cell so that air and light could 
flow through the small cells.

******

Two hours later, Jane hadn't made any headway although there 
was one board that was slightly loose. But her light weight and 
relative feeble strength wasn't powerful enough to completely break 
it loose. She knew that Tarzan could've done it in just a few 
minutes but she was wore out and bruised from the repeated body 
slams against the board. Then she heard the voices coming down 
the tunnel.

She stopped and stared at the mine opening, waiting as if she had 
been behaving herself. She was startled to see a naked Tarzan step 
into the room, then she saw that his arms were tied behind his 
back and he was closely followed by Brad and by some of his men. 
They shoved Tarzan into the metal cell, pushing him to the floor 
and tied a rope around his feet. Satisfied with their restraining, 
they shut the metal door with a loud clank as they locked him into 
the most secure cell. As soon as his captors shut the door, she 
stuck her arms through the bars to him. He scooted across the 
floor until she could reach his back. 

She started to untied him, as he explained "They came to me with 
your clothes which I recognized. They said that they would kill you 
unless I accompanied them."

Brad looked up from the bag of gold that he was examining. With a 
growl, he charged the cell yelling "Get away from her, you fucking 
savage. She belongs to me now!"

Brad pushed the key back into the metal door and jerked the door 
open. He charged Tarzan as Tarzan tried to get to his feet and tried 
to get out of the way. Brad's fist knocked Tarzan down and as 
Tarzan rolled, he twisted and kicked at Brad with his tied feet. Brad 
easily dodged the feet and swung his pistol barrel at Tarzan's head, 
connecting just above the ear. Tarzan's head jerked from the force 
of the blow and then his whole body went limp. Brad grabbed the 
barrel of his pistol, holding it like a hammer and began hitting 
Tarzan repeatedly on the head with the butt of the gun. Jane was 
screaming at the top of her voice and neither she nor Brad noticed 
the new arrival in the cave.

Brad was still swinging his pistol at Tarzan's bleeding head when 
the new arrival hit Brad in the back with the flat blade of a shovel, 
knocking the wind out of Brad as he fell to the floor. Sir Walter 
glanced at Brad, then examined the unconscious Tarzan as he 
mumbled "You're about to kill our only ticket out of here. Without 
Tarzan, we have to leave this damn valley through the waterfall. 
He's the only one that can escort us out of the valley and through 
the Momgua territory."

The old man pulled Tarzan's unconscious body up, propping it 
against the bars so that Jane could examine the bloody head 
wounds from Brad's pistol. For a second a very terrified Jane 
paused in her examination and whispered to her former friend 
"Please help us."

Sir Walter looked at Brad who was trying to get to his feet before 
replying "I'll do what I can to help you. I'll make sure that you get 
out of this valley and back to England where you belong."

"BUT I DON'T WANT TO GO!" she cried loudly as she put her arms 
through the cell, around the neck of the unconscious man that she 
loved. 

Brad stumbled to his feet, his angry eyes glaring at the older man. 
Sir Walter picked his shovel back up and kept a little distance 
between him and Brad. Staring at a very angry Brad in the eye, the 
older man declared "Remember our deal? I help you get the gold 
and you help me get out. All I want is one small bag of gold and 
Jane. You get everything else. We can't do it if you kill our ticket 
out of the Momgua Territory."

******

The two outlaws quickly agreed to work together toward their 
mutual goal - escaping with the gold. Two hours after Brad and Sir 
Walter left the cave to do whatever, a very hurt Tarzan was still 
unconscious. The bleeding had stopped but that was the only 
favorable medical sign. The still naked Jane had spent the whole 
time with her arms through the bars holding him up and trying to 
revive him. Finally Nasroi asked "Jane, are you willing to take any 
risk to get out of here?"

She turned her head slightly to stare at Nasroi, her eyes puffy from 
the almost constant crying. She gasped "He's got a concussion and 
needs medical help. Yes, what can we do?"

Nasroi dropped to his knees and made a motion that Jane had seen 
some of the villagers do as part of their prayers. He didn't say a 
word until he repeated his religious ritual twice, then he asked "Do 
you remember the tale of the Chalice - the story that you thought 
was a fairy tale? It really exists and it's hidden here in this cave 
where we can get to it."

"I don't give a fuck about any ancient crockery. I want a weapon, 
something that I can use to force my door open."

"While you've been worrying about your man, I've been thinking 
about what it's going to take to get out of here. Brad will probably 
kill the old man if he hasn't killed him already, so there's not 
much keeping him from beating us up the way that he manhandled 
Tarzan. I don't want to be here when he comes back and we've got 
to find a way out. That's why we need to use the Chalice. Neither 
you nor I have the physical strength to break down our wooden 
cages but Tarzan does. If they had put him in one of our cells, his 
superior strength would already have busted us out of here. I know 
where the Chalice is hidden and we can use its ancient powers to 
swap your body with Tarzan's body."

A puzzled look formed on Jane's face "I don't understand."

Nasroi leaped to his feet and shoved his face through the bars as he 
explained "If you hold the Chalice against his lips and touch your 
lips to it at the same time, you'll start the transfer. Within thirty 
seconds, you'll fall asleep and your body will start changing. In an 
hour, you'll wake up with his body and he'll have your body. With 
his strength, you'll be able to break out of your cell and free both of 
us."

"But I'd be stuck in his body. Can we switch back?"

"Yeah, but you have to wait at least two or three weeks before you 
attempt it. The Chalice is hid in your cell. We didn't put it with the 
gold because we didn't want anyone to find it. Move that box and 
pick up the flagstone."

For a minute Jane just stared at Nasroi, then she moved as if she 
had made a momentous decision. In less than two minutes, she 
pried up the flagstone and pulled an oil-rag wrapped package out of 
the hole. She unraveled the package and stared at an old, childish 
shaped piece of pottery that was roughly shaped like a glass. She 
held it up, declaring "This crumbling piece of clay is your wonderful 
Chalice?"

"Yeah, now get down on your knees, stick the chalice through the 
bars and touch it to his lips, then try to stick your head through 
the bars far enough to touch your lips to it also. Then pull back and 
set the Chalice down because you must make sure the Chalice is 
safe before you fall asleep."

She did as he instructed, not knowing if it would work or not; only 
that they had to try something. She adjusted Tarzan's head so it 
was propped up by the bars and slid the Chalice through the bars. 
Then she positioned her head barely through the bars and guided 
the Chalice so that it touched Tarzan's lips, then touched her lips 
at the same time. She felt a slight burn on her lips and felt the burn 
spread through her body. She quickly pulled the Chalice back and 
worked her head back through the bars. She felt very dizzy as she 
sat the Chalice down as she leaned against the bar. As she stared 
at Nasroi, she felt her eyes glazing over and felt very light-headed. 
She fought against the dizziness as she tried to hold her very heavy 
head up so that she could stare at the very fuzzy image of Nasroi in 
his adjoining cell.

******

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