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Jane	by Waldo

Chapter 3a of 9b	

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








Chapter 3 - Nasroi's Tall Tales

At the end of the week, there was only pure water in her glass, but 
Jane acted the same as if was full of the mysterious drug that they 
called happy water. As soon as the man entered the privacy of her 
hut at dusk, she attacked him with the same fierce passion as she 
had when she was drugged. The combination of drugs and sex had 
awakened a strong passion in her that had to be satisfied - the 
passion of sex. She now realized that the main reason that she had 
cried the first couple of times, was because this wasn't the way 
that she intended to lose her virginity. She also learned the man's 
name - Mogu.

During the day, she enjoyed her new freedom. Yes, it was freedom 
because she was allowed to roam freely through the village or 
jungle as long as she fulfilled the role that that the tribal elders had 
assigned for her. It was freedom because there were no stuffy dress 
codes telling her what to wear. It was freedom because she was a 
woman - a member of the ruling class of the tribe. Even though she 
was a captive, her gender gave her more freedom than any man in 
the village. It was freedom because the women treated her as an 
equal. She enjoyed the freedom of going naked if she desired, letting 
the sun tan her body; knowing that somewhere in England, her 
cousin Saddie was struggling as she slipped into the crinoline skirt 
and hoops that the English society demanded from its young 
women. She enjoyed the freedom of sitting on a high cliff face and 
feeling the wind blow through her hair. 

She would leave the hut in the morning with a big smile on her face 
and strike off on her own, exploring the valley. As her legs became 
stronger from the weeks of strenuous hiking, she began pushing 
her body harder. She ran across the flat valley floor, enjoying the 
thrill of long distance running. She swam the river, enjoying the 
freedom of swimming naked or diving from the cliffs into the pools. 
She climbed the cliff, enjoying the danger of the steep cliffs, using 
her new muscles to pull herself to the cliff tops. She challenged the 
Amazon Warrior Women to foot races to test her speed and 
endurance against theirs. She practiced their warrior training with 
them, using their weapons, and quickly learning how to handle a 
spear and a knife. She enjoyed the adventure of climbing on top of 
an elephant and guiding the huge beast across the valley floor. She 
hunted with them, enjoying the thrill of participating in a boar kill 
with Laywan one day and the next - killing her own boar with only 
her spear as the sharp-tusked pig charged her. She enjoyed the 
freedom of her new life.

By the end of the first month of living with the Trudds, there were 
more physical and mental changes in her. Anyone that had known 
the civilized Jane of the last several years wouldn't have recognized 
the new Jane. She proudly wore the short skirt and leather halter 
of the Amazon Warrior Women. Or she just as proudly walked 
around the village baring her perky breasts the way that most of 
the native women dressed when within the village. Her long dark 
hair was braided into long colorful ribbon-filled braids that flowed 
halfway down her tanned back. One of her ears was pierced and a 
symbol of Amazon womanhood - a small gold earring - was dangling 
from her ear. Around her neck, she wore a gold necklace - a gift 
from Mogu.

After the council saw that Jane accepted her fate and new life with 
the tribe, they began giving her training to be an Amazon warrior. 
She was taught how to throw a spear, how to fight with a knife, and 
how to hunt game with a bow and arrow. She thought about taking 
a new name to symbolize her adoption into the tribe and to help her 
separate her old life from her new life - her new name that she 
considered was Tonya.

Her new life kept her busy, but she felt the best that she'd ever felt 
in her life. Being an Amazon warrior, she had to exercise every 
muscle in her body so she was always either running, swimming or 
lifting weights when she wasn't being trained in warrior principles 
or curled up in bed beside Mogu at night. Her already lean body 
was even leaner with more muscle definition. One day as she stared 
at her new reflection in the water, she wondered what her old 
friends in England would say if they could see this savage version of 
their former friend. And what would her so prim and proper Father 
say if he knew that his potential grandchildren were going to be 
black savages?

So it was a very different Jane that came trotting back into the 
village after a hunting trip to find two new captive white men in the 
village - Sir Walter Desmond and Brad Johnson. She almost didn't 
recognize the two men who she thought were dead. Both men had 
lost a lot of weight, had thick scruffy beards and were wearing their 
old clothes which were dirty and torn.

Brad was the first to see her. His eyes stared at her sweat-coated, 
tanned, almost naked body and she felt a strong sense of revulsion 
as he smiled at her with that familiar greasy smile of his.

A very emaciated Sir Walter's mouth dropped open, his mouth 
barely seen through the unkempt overhanging mustache "Jane? Is 
that you? We thought that you were dead." 

She placed the butt of her spear on the ground and used the spear 
as a leaning post before she acknowledged the older man's 
questions "They brought me here as soon as they captured me."

A thin spittle of drool was escaping Brad's lips as he continued to 
stare at Jane "Looks like you made yourself at home. Is it true that 
they want us for sex?"

Jane shifted the spear in her hand so that she demonstrated a 
defensive position against Brad "They bring outsiders into the tribe 
to keep from having future problems caused by generations of in-
breeding. I have a lover and I'll make damn sure that you're not 
one of my future lovers."

Brad grinned a broad grin "So you've got a black stud. No wonder 
you've degenerated into being a savage."

******

Having Brad and Sir Walter in the village destroyed the euphoria 
that she had been feeling. Seeing them reminded her that she was 
Jane, not Tonya. She still wore the leather halter but no longer 
went topless within the village. And she observed a very cleaned-up 
Brad watching her swim naked in the river one morning. When she 
swam back to shore, he was sitting on the sandbar beside her 
clothes. He didn't avert his eyes as she walked out of the water, 
picked up her clothes and walked into the jungle to dress.

Laywan told her that they almost didn't bargain for the new 
captive's lives because the old man was too old for breeding and 
the other man - well, Brad didn't exactly turn any of the women 
on. After their first day in the village, both men were given duties. 
Brad was assigned to the fields to work as a farmer and Sir Walter 
was given cleaning duties.

Sir Walter was very upset with the change in Jane, declaring it very 
improper for an English Lady of proper upbringing to dress and act 
like a common savage. Brad accepted her new look and attitude 
and reflected his acceptance in his frequent question - "do you 
want to fuck?"

While she had quickly blended in with her new friends, she felt 
drawn to spend time with Sir Walter. He told her how several of 
them had escaped into a nearby swamp where they had lived for 
weeks while hiding from the Momguas. Then four of them tried to 
escape the swamp at night and were captured. The Momguas killed 
the other captives and sold the two starving white captives to the 
Thrudds.

So it wasn't any surprise when Sir Walter hinted that Brad had 
been prowling around the mine. Or any surprise when he hinted 
that they were considering an escape. Jane was torn between 
escaping with them or staying. Her decision was made for her, 
when the tribe council told Mogu to quit his nightly visits and 
directed the tribe's historian, Nasroi, to spend his month as Jane's 
paramour. 

There was a distinct difference between Jane's first two tribal 
lovers. While Mogu was filled with passion, Nasroi was the 
technician, making sure that they were both satisfied. Where Mogu 
humped Jane with pure physical passion, Nasroi played her like a 
fine violin, using his talents instead of pure physical force to bring 
her to repeated orgasms.

Mogu was a farmer but Nasroi was a historian. His job was to 
document the tribe's history so he had access to all of the tribe's 
records. So he had access to their secrets. And about the third 
night of sleeping in Jane's arms, Nasroi told her his most prized 
secret. He knew where the Thrudd Chalice was hidden. As a woman 
that was rapidly learning how to use her female body and feminine 
charms, Jane knew how to get him to reveal the secret of the 
Chalice. 

Thanks to a combination of her lips and expert teasing with her 
nipples, he freely told her the truth about their ancient secret. Any 
two people whose lips touched the magical Chalice at the same time 
would exchange bodies. The Chalice was an ancient drinking vessel 
that was older than time and had been passed down through the 
tribe elders for generations. While it offered unlimited body 
exchange, the tribe strictly controlled its use. The only time it was 
used, was when a person's real sex wasn't the same as their born 
sex, or to prolong the life to a dying warrior, using a problem 
captive as the host.

When Nasroi told her about that secret use of the Chalice, Jane 
realized that she hadn't seen any flaming queers within the 
Thrudds. Through questioning and sexual teasing, Jane learned 
that when children began exhibiting sexual mannerisms that 
weren't compatible with their normal body, that a suitable body 
with the opposite traits would be matched up with the gender 
confused person. The two people would spend the night together 
and come out in the morning, with the new body and identity of the 
other person.

She listened to his bragging, wondering how much of his story was 
true - after all this was the 1890's and everyone knew that there 
wasn't any such thing as magic. 

Jane hinted that she would like to see the Chalice, which upset 
Nasroi. He responded by making her promise that she wouldn't 
reveal that she was aware of the Chalice. No outsiders were ever 
told about the Chalice unless the Chalice was used to clear up 
"problems" with the outsider. Nasroi told her that she would be 
considered an outsider until she was permitted to marry after the 
birth of her fifth child. And to answer her request - no one except 
the Chiefs were permitted to see the Chalice.

******

The tribe knew that Brad was spending a lot of off-duty time in the 
mine, but aside from a couple of gentle suggestions to return to his 
assigned duties, he was allowed to continue his exploration. 
Laywan told Jane that after a captive proved to himself that there 
wasn't any gold that the captive usually started working on ways to 
escape. And that they let some captives escape, knowing that the 
Momgua tribe wouldn't allow the captive to live. Laywan joked that 
both of Jane's friends were substandard potential members - Sir 
Walter because of his age and Brad because of his cruel streak.

Brad thought that he could get any woman that he wanted and by 
his second day in the village, he had pissed off most of the tribe's 
women with his actions. He learned the hard way that he couldn't 
mess with any of the warrior women when one of them decked him 
for touching her naked breast. So he began picking on Jane 
because of her smaller size and because he didn't think that she 
could really stop him.

So it wasn't really hard to guess who it was that assaulted her one 
evening. Jane returned from her grueling exercises and went to her 
hut to get her hairbrush and soap. It was her habit to clean up 
before greeting her lover. As soon as she entered her dark hut, a 
rough hand wrapped around her mouth and another hand wrapped 
around her waist, pulling her tightly against her attacker's body. 
She struggled but his superior male strength was too strong for 
her. His heavier body forced her to the ground and pinned her, 
despite her struggles. He turned his attention to removing her 
leather halter, which gave her the opportunity that she needed to 
grab her knife and to slash at his face. She felt her knife slice 
through his skin and he let go of her as he grabbed at his damaged 
face. She backed up and held her knife as she stared at his dark 
outline, seeing only the gleam of the hatred radiating from his eyes. 
He turned and ran out the door, leaving a very angry Jane standing 
in the middle of her hut, her knees shaking slightly from the 
tension.

She went straight to the tribal council to report her attack. They 
sent several Amazon Warrior Women to find Brad and to bring him 
back. It took two days before they found him hiding in a cave but 
he was dragged back to the center of the village where the tribal 
council voted on his punishment. It was very evident that he was 
Jane's attacker because his face had a nasty wound across his left 
cheek and nose that would leave a vivid scar. 

The council voted on his punishment and was one vote shy of 
death. Instead he was given another chance and given the worst job 
in the valley - cleaning the outhouses and hauling the shit away. In 
addition to the obvious punishment of his new degrading job, he 
was further punished by the removal of one testicle - a permanent 
warning that if he screwed up again, he wouldn't be of any further 
value to the tribe.

******

Two weeks later Jane was hunting with Laywan when she heard the 
cry echo through the cliffs. It was a cry unlike any that she'd ever 
heard before - a combination of yodeling, bellowing, and screeching 
at the same time. She turned to ask Laywan whose face was all-
aglow as she listened to the last vibrations of the echoing sound 
"What is that?"

Laywan's big smile lit up her face as she happily responded "It's a 
special friend whose return I've been waiting for. Come, let's go 
greet him."

The suddenly very enthused Amazon woman set off running at an 
extremely faster pace than normal that pushed the much smaller 
Jane's shorter legs to keep up with her much longer-legged friend. 
They ran through the forest, stretching Jane's endurance as she 
pushed herself almost to the breaking point, determined to keep up 
with her friend. Although the two women frequently raced each 
other, this race's distance and constant high speed began to tell on 
Jane. She tried to follow in Laywan's footsteps and stumbled when 
Laywan easily cleared a log with her long legs while Jane's shorter 
stride didn't clear the log. A sweating Laywan paused only for a 
second to encourage her friend to get up and keep coming, then 
resumed her break-neck high speed run. Jane leaped to her feet 
and continued after her friend, wishing that her own legs were as 
long as Laywan's legs at that moment.

Down they rushed through the forest floor onto the valley's main 
trail where they were joined by several other women that were also 
running toward the village. When they reached the village center, 
the gathered crowd parted to let the sweat-coated Laywan through 
the crowd - after all, she was one of the chiefs. Jane followed 
closely on her friend's heels and stepped out into the central circle 
to discover an almost naked white man talking to the village elders. 
It was Tarzan.

She stared at his body in a different way now that she wasn't a 
virgin. Instead of staring at his face, her eyes flowed down his body, 
checking out his massive wide shoulders, his muscular chest, his 
lean waist and his loincloth covered groin. Over the weeks that 
she'd been there, she'd become used to the smaller overall 
physical size of the village's native men so that the normal-sized 
Tarzan seemed like a giant now. A giant with a possibly very large 
penis. 

She was staring at his groin, imagining what he looked under that 
small garment when he turned and caught her obviously staring at 
his groin. An understanding grin lit up his handsome face as Jane 
realized that her evident gaze hadn't gone unnoticed. Recognizing 
that she was caught in the act, her already flushed face turned 
three different shades of red. 

He nodded to Laywan to acknowledge the ebony woman's arrival. 
The slight notice was sufficient to appease Laywan's ego. She 
responded to his simple greeting with a beaming smile and a 
slightly arched back which forced her still hard-breathing and 
heaving sweat-coated breasts forward. Tarzan's attention 
immediately skipped over Laywan and focused on the grimy and 
extremely sweating red-faced Jane who was standing slightly 
behind Laywan.

Tarzan walked toward the two women, smiling at Laywan just 
before he barely bypassed her so that he was standing in front of 
Jane. His deep voice greeted her with, "I see that you didn't follow 
my advice to turn around. Maybe next time, you'll listen."

Without waiting for a response, he turned around so that his body 
bumped slightly into Laywan's very close body, causing him to stop 
for a moment as he stared into her gleaming eyes. His voice lowered 
as he apologized "Excuse me." to which she responded with a soft 
"Anytime?"

He quickly winked suggestively to Laywan as if they shared a very 
personal secret. Like a majestic lion, he strode back across the 
open clearing to the circle of chiefs where he sat down among them 
in the central position of honor that was usually reserved for the 
eldest chief. An obviously happy Laywan turned away from the 
circle and pushed through the still-gathering crowd as Jane 
followed in her friend's wake. As soon as they were outside the 
circle of people, Laywan's erect posture collapsed as she burst out 
laughing and began giggling like a silly schoolgirl. She confessed to 
Jane "That's him. That's the man that I've been waiting for and 
want to be my husband. I'm going to take him to my hut tonight 
and fuck him as he's never been fucked before."

******

Laywan's gloomy face at the next morning's breakfast told Jane 
that Laywan's seduction plans hadn't worked. Jane sat down 
beside her depressed friend and whispered in jest "Do you want me 
to help you kidnap him?"

Laywan's high-pitched voice reflected her anger and hurt as she 
answered "After we left him in the village circle, I rushed to the 
river and bathed, then put on my best clothes and jewelry before I 
rejoined the tribal council. He was telling the elders about his 
travels and how much the outside world has changed since his last 
visit. We told him about our crops, about our plentiful game and re-
affirmed our desire to remain isolated from the rest of the world. 
After our elder's open discussion with our friend, we had a formal 
dinner to celebrate his return. I was very happy when he choose to 
sit beside me as we ate and I talked to him about many things. He 
was very curious about you and asked a lot of questions about you, 
being surprised that you've blended into our lifestyle so well. I told 
him about you and also about me - how I was now ready my 
responsibility to bear my first child for my village. He didn't flinch 
or respond as I told him that I had been saving myself, waiting for 
the right man to share my bed; only thing that he did, was smile a 
all-knowing smile. Instead of asking if I had a mate, he wanted to 
know if you had chosen a mate yet so I told him about your willing 
acceptance of our mandatory mating ritual and how you currently 
share your hut with our men. Just before the meal was over, I told 
him how to find my hut - in case he wanted to talk to me about 
anything. He smiled at me and whispered in a very soft voice that 
he knew where my hut was. I thought that everything was going the 
way that I had always planned it. I tried to not appear overeager 
and walked very quietly back to my hut where I re-freshened my 
perfume and laid naked on my bed, waiting for my bronzed god to 
slip into my bed. Lying naked on the bed, I quickly discovered that 
my thighs were quivering with desire and my nipples were 
engorged, as I thought about his beautiful body and what I wanted 
him to do to me. I fought the urge to play with myself, saving myself 
so that he could ravish me. Two long hours of waiting for him and I 
realized that he wasn't going to come to me, so I spent most of the 
night, sitting on my bed crying and thinking about what I did 
wrong, trying to figure out why he didn't want me. I kept going 
back to all his questions about you and figured out that it's you, 
not me, that he really wants."

Jane felt the anger in her friend's voice and she quickly tried to 
sooth the hurt feelings "Look, he's all yours. I don't want anything 
to do with him and the only reason that he even knows that I'm 
alive is because I met him when we were out on the jungle plains. 
I'm happy with Nasroi."

A small tear flowed down the larger woman's ebony cheek and her 
normally happy voice quivered slightly as she stared in Jane's eyes 
before proclaiming "I know when I'm wanted and not wanted. I 
know that he likes me as a friend and I can accept his refusal of my 
generous offer. If he changes his mind or gives me some sign that 
he wants me, that will make me extremely happy. If he doesn't 
want me and wants someone else - I'll live with that. If he prefers 
you to me - then I'll help you catch him the same as you would 
help me. Either way, you're my friend and I won't fight with you 
over him. You can have him."

Jane shook her head as she recognized the defeated tone in her 
friend's voice "He doesn't want me either. I would know if he was 
attracted to me and he isn't. I feel that he's a free spirit that only 
wants to roam the jungle."

******

After Laywan regained her composure and the two women re-
affirmed their friendship for each other, Jane felt somewhat better 
over her friend's disappointment. Laywan went for a walk so that 
she could think and give her puffy face time to recover while Jane 
went down to the river for her morning cleansing and exercise.

As usual, Jane was swimming naked in the river, enjoying the 
coolness of the water and the mild euphoria that she felt whenever 
she exercised. But suddenly a large underwater hand grabbed her 
ankle, pulling her slightly under water as whoever had hold of her 
pulled her under the water. She immediately struggled against the 
strong unknown grip but whatever grabbed her, let go and she 
swam back up to the surface. Angrily she surfaced and began 
quickly swimming to shore where her waiting weapons provided 
some protection. Ten feet away from her, Tarzan's head surfaced 
from the water and he was laughing about her reaction to his 
practical joke.

"You scared the shit out of me. Don't ever do that again." She 
angrily commanded, her voice rising in volume as she berated him 
for his childish antic.

He responded by diving underwater, leaving a small wake that 
showed he was coming back at her underwater. She barely realized 
his plans when his strong hands grabbed her again, pulling her 
back underwater. She tried to kick away from him but his strong 
hands pulled her naked body quickly underwater as his hands 
worked up her struggling naked body until his arms were around 
her neck, and his massive thighs wrapped around her struggling 
legs, holding her prisoner against his almost naked body. She felt 
his naked erection under the loincloth pressing against her naked 
belly as his embrace forced her against his larger body. He pulled 
her tight to him so that his obvious erection was mashed between 
her thighs and her breasts were flattened against his tickling chest 
hair. Angered at his unexpected mild molesting, she tried to hit him 
under the water but he grabbed both of her wrists and held both 
wrist in one large hand as he used his other hand to guide her lips 
to his lips for a quick underwater touch before he let go of her and 
swam away.

She surfaced, gasping for breath and amazed at his unexpected 
audacity. She angrily waited for him to surface, only to discover 
that there was no sign of him. Just as he had unexpectedly 
appeared out of nowhere, he had also disappeared with the same 
ease. For thirty - forty seconds, she stared at the water, waiting for 
him to surface so that she could use some of the sailor language 
that she'd reserved for moments like this. She began to wonder if 
he was going to surface when another thirty seconds went by. Then 
she began to wonder if something happened to him under water. 
Her anger quickly turned to concern as she worried about him. 
After all, it had only been a boyish prank that he played on her - 
the same prank that her childhood friend Jack had played on her 
when she was a very na‹ve sixteen year old virgin. Then she saw 
Tarzan's head break the surface almost two hundred yards away at 
the little sandbar where she'd left her clothes. Her remaining anger 
changed to amazement as she thought about how far he'd just 
swam underwater with only one lungfull of air. 

She watched him as he strode majestically out of the water and 
turned to face her, revealing the unmistakable outline of a very 
hard erection under his wet loincloth. He waved a quick wave and 
walked into the jungle, leaving her feeling very confused as she 
treaded the water.

******

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