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Jane	by Waldo

Chapter 2b 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







******

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.


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