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Jane	by Waldo

Chapter 6a 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 6 - Acceptance of the new identity

The spot where Brad had died, was two days of fast walking from 
the village which they couldn't do with their respective injuries and 
totally exhausted bodies. There bodies were as much exhausted 
from their first night of sex together as from their feverish tracking 
of Brad. When they finally managed to un-entangle from each 
other's embrace after their wonderful night of sex, the sun was 
very high overhead. So instead of breakfast, they shared a light 
lunch as they departed the spot where they had accepted each 
other as lovers. 

As they walked back to the village, each of them had their private 
thoughts about what had occurred between them. Laywan was all 
bubbling and thrilled from finally being accepted as a lover by the 
man that she had loved from afar so long. She knew that she had to 
deal with the potential loss of Jane's friendship when she returned, 
but she was prepared to deal with that. 

As for the new Tarzan, the thoughts going through Jane's new  
head were even more complex. Jane had thoroughly enjoyed letting 
`the little head' take control of her new body and actions. The first 
time that Jane's borrowed cock entered Laywan's wet and tight 
cunt, Jane lost all control and could only think about pounding 
deep into Laywan's deep love pit. She felt her male body thrust 
hard and enjoyed the sensation of Tarzan's balls bouncing against 
Laywan's ass. From that moment on, Jane could only groan as her 
borrowed body reacted to that deep primeval desire. Just as her 
new body had turned into a killing machine earlier, now it turned 
into a man mating with his woman. Jane felt that same, but 
somehow different feeling, as her male body reacted to the ancient 
chromosomes that turned savage men into pussy-whipped slaves.

The first time that Jane's new balls began that churning motion as 
the cum began boiling deep within her male body, she jerked as 
every muscle in her new body stiffened, providing that ages-old 
signal between lovers that Laywan recognized. Laywan's sharp 
fingernails digging deep into Jane's wide and thickly muscled back 
provided just the right impetus as Jane doubled both her gasping 
and pounding against Laywan's spread legs. Jane could feel the 
cum boiling within her pounding body - cum that boiled hotter as 
her throbbing cockhead probed faster and deeper into the woman's 
spread body cavity.

Laywan responded by bending her legs and wrapping her ankles 
around Jane's masculine shoulders allowing Jane to enter deeper 
into the woman's equally hot body. Gone was all thought of proper 
technique as Jane could only think about how to get all of Tarzan's 
cock into the woman. Then Jane paused as the most wonderful 
feeling erupted from deep inside her male body. She could feel the 
cum as it rushed through her male body and shot like a shotgun 
blast into the woman's cavity. For about five seconds, Jane 
couldn't move and barely recognized that Laywan was responding 
by enthusiastic humping and that Laywan's internal muscles were 
pumping Tarzan's cock. Jane heard deep guttural groans come 
from her throat as her male body pumped spasm after spasm into 
Laywan's waiting body.

As they walked and thought their private thoughts, Jane's 
thoughts flittered from memories of sex with Laywan to thoughts 
about what it was like to make love as a man to thoughts about 
telling Laywan the truth. Laywan had bared some of her private 
thoughts about how she felt about potentially losing her friendship 
with Jane while Jane kept hid the thoughts about what Laywan 
would really think if Laywan only knew that she was Jane in 
Tarzan's body.

****** 

There was a second night of shared camp beds and enjoyment of 
each other's body but this time both of them worked on technique 
as they tried to control their passions long enough to please their 
partner, as they spent most of the night in one passionate embrace 
after another. 

Laywan was a very skilled lover and had kept them awake most of 
both nights, but Jane didn't mind. In fact, the noticeably horny 
Jane was the instigator for a couple of rest stops during their 
hiking where neither of them rested. So thoroughly did both of 
them enjoy the mutual sex, that they began to slow down as they 
came closer to the village, stopping for one last "two hour rest stop" 
when they were less than five miles from the village.

It was a different `Tarzan' that was going back to the village - a 
`Tarzan' that had proven to Jane's new ego that not only was the 
former English Lady, a great warrior but that she also could use a 
cock as if she had been born with one. Jane had tried the 
missionary, dog-style, and other normal love-making procedures 
only to discover that the sexual act that she enjoyed the most, was 
what Jane had found the most uncomfortable as a woman - a blow-
job.

Having only experienced three lovers in Jane's short life hadn't 
given Jane much experience with methods or time to develop an 
appreciation for a thrusting cock within her female mouth. Prior to 
the body exchange, she had sucked the first two lovers reluctantly 
because they demanded it as a variant to their lovemaking and she 
had only recently began getting any enjoyment out of sucking 
Tarzan's cock. So when the very experienced Laywan first took 
Jane's borrowed cock into Laywan's hungry wet mouth, the very 
pleasing sensations of a warm mouth and experienced wet tongue 
around the cock were a pleasant surprise.

Jane thought that it felt good to stand up straight and have the 
beautiful Nubian Warrior - the leader of the village - drop to her 
knees, bend her head back and wrap her wet lips around Tarzan's 
throbbing cock. It felt great to dig Jane's new strong fingernails 
into Laywan's scalp and to guide Laywan's head as Jane 
repeatedly thrust her pounding cock into the woman's hungry 
mouth. And the best part was when Jane exploded into Laywan's 
warm and hungry mouth, then Laywan sucked Jane's throbbing 
cock dry, almost causing another orgasm from the experienced 
sucking action. Then Jane would push the ebony woman over onto 
the ground, roll Laywan over on her back and spread her beautiful 
legs as Jane reciprocated the intimate action while Laywan's warm 
mouth quickly returned Jane's borrowed manhood to the full erect 
stage of manhood. When both of their faces were covered with each 
other's juices, then they would revert to the normal missionary or 
dog-style positions.

This `Tarzan' had left the village as an angry woman in a man's 
body, but was returning as a person who enjoyed her relatively 
short time living as a man. This person enjoyed the masculine 
body, the acceptance by others as being a man, and the sexual 
attention that the beautiful Amazon was showering on Jane in her 
borrowed body. Jane had spent some of the walking miles, thinking 
about how to delay the transfer back into her real body, until after 
she was able to get both the current Jane and Laywan into bed at 
the same time.

As they neared the village at twilight, both of them noticed that the 
village was still armed with guards, but they attributed that to the 
villager's being unaware of Brad's death. It was only when they 
were challenged by one of the guards, that they learned what had 
occurred during the four days of their journey.

Four days ago, Sir Walter had returned to the mine, released the 
guards that had been tied up by Tarzan and taken a still injured 
Jane away from Nasroi. The person that the whole village knew as 
Jane was the prisoner of Sir Walter and was somewhere out in the 
valley.

******

A very angry looking Tarzan and Laywan quickly found Nasroi who 
was recovering from a nasty side wound that he got from his battles 
with one of the guards during Sir Walter's attack. Jane's first 
remark clued Nasroi as how to address her, in her temporary body  
"What happened to Jane?"

Nasroi looked straight at Jane, understanding the need to keep the 
secret as he explained to the new arrivals "As we agreed, I stayed 
behind to look after Jane. Her head wound had quit bleeding, and 
she had regained some reasoning so that she could talk and move 
about but she was still acting funny. She didn't have any memory 
of what happened or who she really was. She had forgotten 
everything. I almost cried as I sat there talking to her, knowing that 
she also didn't know who I was or how she had been injured."

Understanding his meaning, Jane nodded for the injured man to 
proceed.

"You'd been gone four or five hours when I heard a noise coming 
down the hallway. Thinking that it was you returning, I opened the 
door and saw five bodies rushing me. I didn't have any weapons 
but I fought them with my hands and rocks but they quickly 
overpowered me after one of their spears penetrated my side. Even 
severely injured, I tried to protect Jane but they carried her away. It 
scared me to see the old man leading them - the one who had been 
Jane's friend but was now her captor. He wasn't surprised to 
discover that Tarzan had escaped and had gone after Brad. He told 
the other men that they wouldn't follow Brad because that's where 
Tarzan was going. As they easily led a very confused Jane out of the 
room, I crawled after them but I couldn't keep up with them 
because of my injuries. It took me three to four hours to cover the 
half mile distance to the entrance where I was found by some of our 
villagers. The old man and Jane had disappeared and we haven't 
been able to find them."

******

Two days later a very tired Tarzan found one of the men who had 
taken his former body prisoner. The outlaw had sneaked back to 
the village to pilfer some of the gold that the villagers had brought 
back from the hillside. Questioning by Laywan's most experienced 
interrogators revealed little. The small bunch of outlaws knew that 
the other outlaws were dead and they were trying to hide until such 
time as when they could escape the valley. Two of them had argued 
with the other three men and left, returning to try to steal some of 
the gold, while the other three were escaping. One of the outlaws 
wanted to kill their injured female captive, claiming that the woman 
was dead weight, but Sir Walter had convinced them that she was 
the ideal hostage as long as Tarzan was looking for them. This 
captured outlaw verified that the injured woman hadn't recovered 
her memory yet.

Laywan tripled the guards to the only mountain valley exit but Jane 
didn't think that was how Sir Walter planned to escape with his 
injured captive. So Jane prowled the areas around the river until 
she found signs of trees being recently cut down and dragged to the 
river. She ran along the river cliffs searching for the raft that she 
knew must be hidden somewhere within the shadows of the river 
cliffs.

Then Jane saw the crudely-made raft in the middle of the stream 
and about three hundred feet above where the four-hundred-foot 
waterfall dropped into the Momgua's valley territory below. On the 
raft were two native outlaws, one white old man who was easily 
recognized as Sir Walter and Jane's real body. Her real body was 
dressed in her Amazon clothing and tied to a box which looked like 
one of the small gold boxes from the mine. 

Turning to the two warriors accompanying their new warrior leader, 
Jane declared "I'm going after her. Tell Laywan where I've gone."

Diving from the sixty-foot high river cliff into the river, Jane swam 
toward the raft, recognizing that she wouldn't catch up to it before 
it went over the falls. Turning toward shore, she began running 
along the shore and had almost caught up to the raft, when it went 
over the falls.

Stopping at the cliff edge, Jane stared into the misty pool below, 
hopping that she would see the raft and its precious cargo. After 
two minutes of nothing appearing, she saw a log float out of the 
misty pool, on down the river. The raft had busted apart when it 
hit.

Looking down the steep cliff edge, Jane confirmed what Laywan and 
others had previously told her, that there was no way to climb all 
the way down the cliff. Jane stared at the cliff for a minute and 
picked out a potential path where she could climb, drop, and slide 
to a point where she would be about a hundred and fifty feet above 
the pool. It was still too high to dive into the pool, but maybe she 
could survive a jump.

Jane spent the next hectic twenty minutes going down the slope, 
not caring that her hands and male body were bleeding from 
several cuts from her reckless hurtle down the steep and dangerous 
cliff face. Every two or three minutes, she would pause to re-
examine the pool through the mist, hoping that she would see 
`Jane's dark head' of hair, cursing as the lower that she went, the 
mist further obscured the pool until she couldn't see anything 
within the pool. She was only able to see various cut logs float 
down the river.

Finally working her way along a narrow ledge, Jane decided that 
this was as low as she could get - to within about one hundred and 
thirty feet above the misty pool. Balancing for a second as she 
peered through the heavy mist, she noticed the busted pieces of 
wood caught in a logjam on the other side of the pool - pieces of 
wood that looked exactly like the box that her real body had been 
tied to.

Not waiting another second, she leaped out as far as she could, 
hoping that she would clear the rocks at the base of the falls. As 
soon as she entered the mist, she twisted so that her feet would 
break the fall.

There was silence then a loud boom exploded in her ears as she hit 
the water. Being an experienced cliff diver, Jane knew that 
something was wrong. She tried to swim, but the breath had been 
knocked out of her male body, her strong arms weren't working 
and her feet felt leaden. It took a lot of effort to swim to the surface. 
Reaching the water's surface, she stared through blood-shot eyes, 
she saw the remains of the wooden box jammed against an old 
stuck log. She tried to swim but one of her arms wasn't moving 
and she was only able to do a modified dog-paddle stroke.

Reaching the wooden box, Jane discovered through her blood-shot 
eyes that it was busted but that there wasn't any sign of his real 
body. She grabbed the log and pulled herself up on the log and laid 
there, trying to grab her breath as she searched through the mist. It 
panicked her when she realized that she was passing out from the 
very serious injuries to her borrowed body.

******

It took Laywan four days to get to the person that she only knew as 
Tarzan. As soon as the warriors had told her what he'd done, she 
took off through the mountains and across the pass, not pausing to 
rest at night as she continued to work her way around the 
treacherous mountain cliffs until she reached the base of the 
waterfall. She found him where he'd passed out on the rocks. He 
was feverish and confused from his injuries. She set his broken 
bones and nursed him for the next three days until enough 
warriors arrived to transport him back to the village.

Their war chief drifted in and out of consciousness, frequently being 
so still that they had to frequently check him to see if he was 
breathing. Other times, he would be delirious, rambling about 
anything and everything. After the first demented mumbling 
session, Laywan gave orders that only she could watch Tarzan 
when he was delirious. They gave him a strong jungle herb to help 
him sleep so that his body could heal.

He had several ribs that were broken, one arm was dislocated, a 
foot was broken, he had a concussion and his open wounds had 
become infected. If it had taken Laywan another day to get to him, 
he would've probably died from his injuries. As it was, he was 
going to have to heal for awhile - physically and mentally.

As soon as she had some spare warriors, Laywan dispatched 
warriors to search the riverbank downstream, directing them that 
they had to find the bodies before they could return home. They 
found one body about four days down river - or what was left of it. 
The alligators had already sampled it.

******

They kept him asleep while they transported him back to the 
village. In all, it was almost three weeks from the day that he went 
over the fall before they started weaning him from the medicine, 
letting him drift in and out of consciousness. It took another week 
before the medicine wore off, a week where he rambled and talked 
about ever-changing subjects to Laywan who never left his bedside, 
unless Nasroi was guarding Tarzan.

The day that he began talking normally, Laywan and Nasroi sat 
down beside the injured man's bed, happy that the worst was over. 
Laywan held his hand as she said "You've been asleep for a month. 
You were hurt bad in the fall which would've killed most men."

"What about Jane?" the injured man croaked in his hoarse voice.

"We searched up and down the river. We're sure that the rocks 
killed them and that the predators beat us to their bodies. It had to 
be a quick death, so I don't think that she suffered."

There were several long seconds of awkward silence before Laywan 
said "You talked about a lot of things while you were delirious. At 
first, I thought it was just the fever causing you to be confused, 
then you began saying things that I knew must be the truth. When 
we returned to the village, Nasroi privately confirmed my 
suspicions. I know now that you're really Jane and that it was 
Tarzan in your former body that died when they went over the 
waterfall. Nasroi and I've thought about this unique situation a lot 
and prayed to our gods for guidance. Our prayers were returned 
with a sign that we interpret that things are as they should be. It 
was you in Tarzan's body that saved our village from the worst 
enemy that we've seen in over four hundred years. It was you that 
led us into battle and gave our warriors stories that our ancestors 
will talk about for years. It was you in Tarzan's body. Now that 
your real body is dead and the real Tarzan is dead, there is no one 
to claim your new body as their body. The body that you inhabit is 
now and forever your body. Neither Nasroi nor I'll ever tell anyone 
how it came about that you became our new leader. You are Tarzan 
- the man that I love and the man whose child I bear in my body. 
You are the only man that I've been with over the last several 
months and just as you saved my village, you have also brought 
new life to my body. I welcome and accept you as my mate - 
Tarzan!"

Slowly Tarzan's lips opened, as a very hurt Jane said "I came here 
seeking adventure and love, little suspecting what fate had in store 
for me. Just as I accepted my fate when I was captured by the 
Momguas, I accept my fate to live the rest of my life as Tarzan."

******

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