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Jungle Virgins - The Barrister's Trial
by Beating Off Bob (beatingoffbob@yahoo.com)
***
What would it be like for a lawyer to have to try and
find Tarzan and Jane, to serve them papers? This is the
sequel to "Jungle Virgins - How Tarzan Met Jane". This
is very slow, and somewhat darker than my usual stuff,
but after all... it's a trial. (Fm-teen, reluc, 1st,
humor, intr, mast, oral, preg)
***
Note: There is a hint of Bestiality and Rape in it, but
not enough to code it that way. There's also less sex
than I usually supply. But, there's a story here, and I
hope you like it. When I posted 'Jungle Virgins - How
Jane Met Tarzan', a reader named Steve sent me the
following "feedback":
An English barrister came to the jungle to find Jane to
execute Jane's father's will.
The barrister had heard that she was with the ape man.
After much difficulty, the barrister found him and
convinced him to talk.
"My good man, what is your name?" asked the barrister.
The ape man said, "Me Tarzan."
"I am looking for a young English woman. Have you seen
her?"
"Me Tarzan. She Jane."
"What's her whole name?"
"Pussy!"
Now that joke is designed to be TOLD, not read, so if
you didn't get it, say it out loud to somebody who
can't see the words and, despite the fact that it's a
truly horrible joke, they'll explain it to you.
However...
It DID give me an idea for a sequel to the story of how
Jane met Tarzan.
What follows is that story.
***
Chapter 1
J.P. Milton, of Hoffington, Burke, Jeffries and
Bedletter, one of the most prestigious houses of law in
London, got the nod for the mission that no one wanted,
but which would make whoever did it a LOT of money.
It was probable that J.P. Milton got the job because
this particular barrister, of all the barristers of
Hoffington, Burke, Jeffries and Bedletter, was one of
the most feared and hated lawyers in the whole of Great
Britain.
And so, to the high muckety-mucks of Hoffington,
Burke... you know the rest... it seemed like the ideal
mission to send J.P. Milton on, because they all
sincerely hoped that Milton would be killed in the
wilds of deepest, darkest, most dangerous Africa.
After the documents were delivered, of course.
That way they'd all be rid of a dangerous pain in the
ass, and the proceeds of any business generated by
those documents, which could be enormous, would go to
them in their entirety, instead of mostly to Milton.
J.P. Milton was a barrister, and normally eschewed the
piddling work of a solicitor. In this case, however,
Milton thought it would be a "hoot" as the Americans
were known to say, to run off to romantic, mysterious,
interesting Africa, most of which, after all had been
colonies of European countries for years and years and
must surely be safe and civilized by now.
That opinion was re-enforced when the plane landed in a
quite scenic and modern looking city, quaintly named
Leopoldville, in that part of the continent run by the
Belgians, called, Milton believed, the Congo. Milton
was not aware that 99.99% of all the wealth in the
Belgian Congo was located, in fact, within a circle
twelve miles in diameter of the airport the plane
landed at.
Milton felt a thrill as negotiations were conducted
with a real, live Black African. He didn't look very
ferocious, which was perfectly all right with Milton.
But he did look at the white barrister with what could
only be called a 'fixed stare'.
Milton grandly announced that a guide to the present
living quarters of one "Tarzan of the Apes" would be
required, as well as someone to carry the luggage,
hopefully in a motorized convoy that would not be
exposed to rain or dust. Milton would retain control of
the thick briefcase in which reposed the Last Will and
Testament of Godfried Parker, father of Jane Parker,
currently believed to be married to or in the company
of this Tarzan person.
The not-so-vicious Black African, when he heard the
demand, was heard to say "Pana! Mobuta ataya cissyvera
no ataya bunada loquato ataya bunada monkasso."
Now the reader must here forgive the author, who does
not speak Congolese, or Bantu, or whatever language was
spoken by the man. The author has only heard these
words repeated... in the oral tradition sort of way. In
fact the spelling of the words is even in question,
since the author had to guess at it.
However! The meaning of the words is quite clear, and
has been verified many times over by people who DO
speak whatever language that was. Those words meant:
"Oh shit, not another fucking rich white person looking
for fucking mythical Tarzan of the fucking mythical
apes!"
The author firmly believes this is a paraphrase of the
actual concept, but the meaning is clear.
Milton had a line of credit, however, which invariably
makes negotiations go much better than the phrase might
have led one to believe.
The negotiations went well and, within hours, Milton
and all of Milton's baggage, consisting of four
suitcases and one trunk, were loaded in the back of an
old Land Rover, being driven, more or less, by an
ancient wizened man who was much more chocolate colored
than black, to Milton's dismay. How would it look in
the memoirs if the mission hinged on some sort of mixed
blood driver? Moreover, this chauffeur did not speak
English, and so Milton was unable to learn much of
anything. Grumbling about how things weren't off to an
auspicious start, effort was expended in an attempt to
watch where they were going.
Everything looked exactly the same.
What is known after this point is a topic for
discussion, both philosophical and legal. Since a
barrister is involved, any discussion would necessarily
involve legal issues, even if it were a discussion
about whether or not you would pass me a Kleenex, so I
might blow my nose.
There ARE a few indisputable facts.
One is that, after four days, the elderly chauffeur
returned. It is known that the Land Rover came back
empty, of both Milton and the luggage. Another agreed
upon fact is that, several months later, a search party
duly put together and enfranchised by Hoffington,
Burke, blah blah blah, found clothing positively
identified as being Milton's in what could only be
described as "deepest, darkest, most dangerous Africa."
That clothing was torn to shreds and scattered in the
jungle.
No body was found.
No trace of what might have been a body was found.
The elders of the firm would have been ecstatic, except
that Milton's briefcase, containing the Last Will and
Testament of Lord Parker, also was not found. All those
facts are indisputable, as is the fact that Milton was
not seen nor heard from for seven months after the
disappearance.
It is also quite plain that, when Milton turned back
up, all hell broke loose.
Your humble servant, the author, just happens to be a
cousin to J.P. Milton, and it was for this reason that
I was able to interview my cousin and record the story
of some of what happened during those mysterious seven
months. Of course there were participants in the story
who could NOT be interviewed, so there is some small
license taken by the author, merely in the interests of
providing a story that is readable. But most of it came
from my cousin.
And so, without further ado, this... is her story.
Julia Penelope Milton (Penny to those she deemed
friends), age twenty-six, and third in her law class at
Oxford, had a pretty good idea that she was out of her
element. What had seemed to start well had deteriorated
with every mile the old bouncing vehicle plowed through
the jungle.
She had a hard time communicating with the ancient
geezer who was driving the land rover, but through a
series of pantomimes that she was extremely glad no one
else saw, she was able to get across the idea that the
bouncing and jarring of the rutted road had dribbled
her bladder around like a basketball, and that she had
to pee.
He obligingly stopped in the middle of nowhere and she
climbed out of the vehicle. the glittering black eyes
of the driver were on her, which didn't surprise her.
She was relatively sure, by now, that she was the first
white woman the man had ever seen. By virtue of having
seen a number of native women walking along what was
laughingly called a road in this part of the seriously
uncivilized world, she also knew she looked completely
different from them.
The native women came in two basic types. One consisted
of young, slim young women, girls really, with either
tight high riding breasts, or hanging, droopy dugs that
went along with the baby(s) the girl might be carrying.
The other were older women, thick with fat and perhaps
muscle, all of which had the sad looking sagging
breasts that gave testimony that they had suckled many
babies before they got old. All these breasts were
naked, the women of that region being dressed only in
long wrap around skirts, if they wore anything at all.
This made Penny a little nervous, in that she was
probably the only woman in three hundred miles who had
big soft breasts that DIDN'T sag, and which bulged
outward in her smart and formerly pressed safari shirt
in a manner that probably made it look like she had
given birth to a calf, which was currently somewhere
bawling for it's supper. That supper, it was plain to
see, was in the wilds of Africa riding around inside
her shirt.
That Penny stood out among women wasn't a new thing.
While she normally kept her waist length blond hair in
a series of braids that were then woven into a bun, all
that hair still made men look and think about what it
would look like, draped all over her naked body. Her
eyes were that piercing blue that looked like the
colored contact lenses of today, but wasn't. She had
what people might have called an aquiline nose which,
despite her diminutive 5' 6" height she could look down
at one from (and did quite regularly).
In short, she was sex, packaged up in bright paper and
bows, in a box that was just the right size to be every
man's fantasy fuck mate.
And, she was completely aware of the effect she had on
men. Every single partner in her firm had tried to get
into what they glibly referred to as "her knickers"
when she was hired on as a junior researcher. Penny,
though, came from a hard driving, dog eat dog legal
program at a university that took only the best to
begin with. She knew the value of the hymen that was
still firmly intact between her glorious soft thighs.
She also knew how to use that to get what she wanted.
She let each man get within almost literally an inch of
picking that cherry before she burst into tears,
pushing them away, moaning about how this was so unfair
to Melody, or Margaret, or whatever the wife's name
was, and how she just knew they couldn't possibly
respect each other if she 'forced' her attentions on
the poor man. She then made it a point to say, as she
got dressed, that she didn't think it was necessary
that Melody or Margaret or whoever be told about the
almost incident, "even though you did suck my nipples
most hotly".
She managed to run through all four partners within the
astonishing space of three and a half weeks, at which
point she had all four partners by the balls, both
literally, during those three and a half weeks, and
figuratively thereafter. Her career skyrocketed,
naturally, as she got whatever she wanted in exchange
for keeping her beautiful mouth shut.
It was also the reason she was sent to the Belgian
Congo to hopefully expire in the most heroic of
circumstances.
At any rate, some of this went through her mind as she
stepped out of the land rover, briefcase firmly
clutched in her hand, and endured the lustful eyes of
the geezer, who she viewed as completely harmless. He
probably hadn't had a serviceable erection in thirty
years. Nonetheless, she stepped deeper into the bush
until she was hidden so she could squat and do her
business without him peeking.
Which is why, when the thieving old bastard pulled a U
turn in the clearing and drove back the way he'd come,
WITH her luggage, she couldn't do anything except
scream profanities at him as he disappeared into the
jungle.
Penny had never thought about how quiet the jungle
might be until she stopped screaming, and then stopped
sobbing from the fear that seized her. When she finally
did those two things, and what was, to the ears of a
city dweller, the eerie silence of the deep Jungle
washed over her, she discovered a new level of heart-
stopping terror that she had never known before. It
literally paralyzed her. Eventually, though, sanity
forced its way to the surface of her mind and she began
trying to decide what to do. The most obvious choice
was to simply walk back down the track, following that
horrible old man who had abandoned her.
She suddenly felt the weight of the briefcase in her
hand and looked down to stare at it. Now her mind
kicked up into survival mode.
Not survival in the jungle - oh no - Penny began to
think about survival in her firm.
If she didn't complete her mission, those lecherous old
men would grumble on about how she couldn't complete
such a simple job and demote her back into the research
department. And her veiled threats about exposing their
nasty little attempts at deflowering her wouldn't mean
much, because she'd be a failure, and nobody listens to
a failure.
In the end it was simple politics that caused Penny to
make the most momentous decision of her life. She
decided to go deeper into the jungle and find this
Tarzan person and the woman who, in Penny's mind, was
probably his live-in slut.
The jungle's a big place.
And, if you get more than, say two or three hundred
meters from anything man-made, it pretty much all looks
the same. Penny had already noticed that, but she
failed to remember it at that particular point.
And, with the top and middle canopies of leaves
filtering the sunlight, not only is it pretty dark on
the forest floor, you can't really see the sun or tell
where it is.
Which means you have no real sense of direction.
Penny got lost within the first hour of her sojourn
deeper into the jungle. She did, over the next three or
four hours, manage to get deeper into the jungle than
most of the native population ever did, and undeniably
deeper than all but a very few white people. But by the
time she got there she was a wreck, both physically and
emotionally. She had always characterized herself as a
"tough cookie" and prided herself on being able to
stare down a mugger, which she had actually done once,
though, admittedly she was holding a canister of mace
at the time.
But now, every sound caused terror to grip her heart.
Often she stopped and whirled around in a circle
looking for the Tiger she knew was stalking her, or the
Gorilla she knew was going to kidnap her, or the giant
snake that was going to swallow her whole. The good
news was that she didn't hear very many sounds. That's
because she was making so much noise herself, it was
unlikely she'd actually hear a charging Elephant, much
less a more quiet denizen of the jungle.
Although she'll never admit it in her memoirs, to be
published at a later date, she was making so much noise
that a good many of the denizens of the jungle were
running the other way. In the end, she was reduced to
plodding, one foot stubbornly in front of the other,
pushing huge leafy plants out her way and breathing
like she'd just run a marathon at full speed.
So, when one of the denizens of the jungle DID strike,
she had no warning whatsoever.
Malatiku had been following the strange woman for
perhaps thirty minutes. He was far from his home
territory, and nervous about that because he was in a
forbidden section of the jungle. He had taken the risk,
though, because the little pieces of heavy yellow metal
that all the National Geographic people seemed to love
so much came from this region, and those people who
came to his village with their strange customs had many
wonderful things they would trade for the worthless
yellow stuff.
Malatiku knew that he risked his life to be in this
part of the jungle, because this was Tarzan's range and
Tarzan killed Malatiku's people on sight. This was
because, when Tarzan had told the elders that eating
the slaves they took captive in raids was wrong, and
that they would have to stop, they had declared war on
Tarzan, and had tried to kill him.
The tribe almost didn't survive.
Now, Tarzan's territory was forbidden to the men of his
tribe. But that's where the yellow metal was. And the
animals there were easier to hunt and kill too. They
didn't seem to be afraid of men.
In fact, he had just killed a fat hog and had cut
himself out a nice piece of raw flesh on which to dine,
when he heard what had to be some strange new animal
charging through the forest. He abandoned his kill and
leapt into a tree where he sought refuge in the mid
level canopy.
What he saw plunging through the jungle was Penny.
He followed her for a while, studying her. He knew she
was female from her shape. The only female with skin
this color was Tarzan's mate, but this female didn't
act like she knew how to live in the jungle. Malatiku
finally arrived at the conclusion that this one was a
new one, and that quite possibly no one knew she was
here.
She looked soft and tender, like she might taste very,
very good indeed.
So he bounded ahead of her and waited. When she
approached his hidden position he stepped out behind
her and bashed her head with his war club.
Penny regained consciousness like a seal, slowly
drifting toward the surface of the water, seeing the
destination, and knowing it was where she wanted to be,
but in no hurry to get there. That may have been
because part of her mind knew that when she woke up it
was going to hurt like hell where the club had not
quite fractured her skull.
Malatiku had pulled his blow at the last second, not
because he wanted to avoid breaking the skull - that
made it so much easier to get to the delicious gray
flesh inside - but because he wanted his captive alive,
for the present. You could always crush the skull
later.
But there was something Malatiku had never done, and he
wanted to try it. He had never had sex with a white
woman. And, if by some wild chance, this was the
infamous Tarzan's mate, his fortunes would be made when
he brought her head back to his people, triumphant,
with her heart and liver in his belly. He'd be the most
famous of his people EVER! Girls would flock to him to
have him bestow his heroic seed in them.
Thus it was that Penny regained consciousness with a
splitting headache, as Malatiku was cutting the last
remaining garments from her staked-out body.
Penny was a pragmatic girl, for the most part, and,
other than an overactive imagination, she rarely looked
at the world through anything other than glasses that
she believed showed her only stark reality. Currently
her 'glasses' were off, thanks to double vision which
was blurred to boot.
But she knew she was in trouble. Bad trouble. What she
believed to be a man was cutting the clothing from her
body.
It was her theory that sometimes, in an abnormal
situation, if one acted normally enough, one might be
able to effect enough influence on the situation to
knock it back to something closer to normal.
"What are you doing?" she said in a calm, normal voice.
Her vision tunneled, but sharpened up a little.
"Ugh!" said Malatiku as he lovingly drew the flat of
the tip of his knife from her throat to her navel,
where he planned later to open her up and feast.
Perhaps it was the sign language he displayed with the
knife. Or maybe it was his individually sharpened
teeth, filed to points and rotten from a diet of raw
meat and a lack of proper oral hygiene. Maybe it was
his unhealthy pallor and the glint of insanity in his
eyes, also probably a result of his diet.
Whatever it was, Penny recognized that her situation
was no longer merely abnormal, it was dire, and acting
normally wasn't going to do the trick.
So she took in the largest breath she could and
screamed as long and loudly as she could.
Which, when you stop and think about it, is probably
the MOST normal thing to do in a situation like that.
Ironic, huh?
Ironic because that piercing scream was heard by
another denizen of the forest, who was curious enough
to investigate. What he saw was so interesting that he
just HAD to tell somebody, and off through the jungle
he went.
Chapter 2: An Intruder Is Dealt With
Boy was intently watching the game of life... and
death... in the huge laboratory that was his home. The
bird he was watching appeared to be completely unaware
that it was about to become the meal of the almost
invisible green snake that was wound around a branch
only a foot above its victim. Boy watched interestedly
as the snake's head went through a series of subtle,
but complicated movements as it evaluated the prey. It
was, in Boy's estimation, only a few seconds away from
striking when Cheetah came swinging... and screaming...
through the canopy.
The bird flew off just as the snake dropped his head to
strike. Boy looked up disgustedly at his father's
companion and frowned.
"Why do you have to be so noisy?" he said in a language
that, to this day, has not been recorded or fully
analyzed, but which is known to have been understood by
a variety of animals in that part of the jungle.
His disgust flashed to ashes, however, as Cheetah
yipped, signed and squealed about the interesting man-
thing he'd seen only moments before. Boy understood
that this was a "new" man thing, that looked like Boy,
or maybe like his mother, he couldn't tell for sure.
With a forced breath that came out as a low toned honk,
Boy told Cheetah to lead him to the place he had seen
this.
Later, when his mother wanted to know exactly where
things had taken place, Boy took her to the place he
started from, and then to where he found Penny. Jane
estimated, in her own mind, that it was a distance of
some two Kilometers or so from where Cheetah found him.
Boy covered it in less than ten minutes, which would
have been astonishing, had he been running. But there
were a whole bunch of trees in the way, as well as a
fair sized river, and it was faster to go as Cheetah
did, from branch to branch, using vines, like his
father had taught him.
He heard the new person before he saw her. Cheetah was
sitting on a tree branch up ahead - Cheetah always won
their races - and was staring intently down into a
clearing and pointing his long, hairy arm. Boy's first
thought was that Cheetah had been imagining things.
Cheetah had said the man thing was in trouble, and was
making the "I need much help quickly" noise.
But what Boy heard was a female voice moaning, loudly,
admittedly, but NOT as if she were in horrible pain. It
WAS an interesting sound, however, because it DID have
pain in it, thought not TERRIBLE pain. There was
also... pleasure.
"How odd." Thought Tarzan's son of seventeen years.
But when he got to a place where he could see what was
going on in the clearing, he quit thinking about things
philosophically and sprang into action.
He was careful. His foe had a blow gun and the poison
in those darts would affect even an animal as big as he
was. He opted for using a vine to swing down and appear
from above, as it were. If his feet were positioned
just right, he would probably break the ribs of the
cannibal who was in the process of eating what appeared
to be a white woman, like his mother.
And he was eating her alive!
Penny knew she was done for. When her eyes cleared and
she was able to see the... thing... that had captured
her, she realized he was some sort of aboriginal
native. THIS man met her full expectations of the
dangerous black Africans she had in her stereotype-
muddled brain when she accepted this assignment. She
knew immediately that she had, in fact, arrived in
deepest, darkest, and surely... most dangerous Africa.
He was dressed, if you could call it that, in bird
feathers, primarily, with bits of fur and bleached
bones held to various parts of his body with vines of
some sort. More than one of these bones were... human,
based on her university biology classes. His
appearance was picture post card perfect for that of a
cannibal, and she came to the dreadful conclusion that
this man was going to kill her.
Her mind stopped there, lest she sink into that deep
place in her mind that was only blackness, a place
where many people who are institutionalized live, on a
daily basis. She refused to let herself think of what
might happen to her body after she died.
All this flitted through her mind as she took in deep
rasping breaths and screamed her lungs out in mindless
terror. She jerked on her arms and legs wildly, at the
vines that restrained her, spread eagled on the ground.
They dug into her soft flesh and she bled.
Another thing that went through her mind was how, when
she'd originally been hired into the firm as a
Solicitor, she'd ached to get into court, where the
REAL action was. And, after she'd worked her wiles on
the partners, she'd gotten her way. As a Barrister she
was ferocious and tenacious, actually quite good at
defending the rich clients her firm represented. Many a
prosecutor thought long and hard about settling, rather
than face her in court. As such, she had come to think
of herself as indestructible and free to pursue her
plans at her whim.
Until now.
Suddenly and violently, she faced one of the people she
would happily have defended in court for just such an
incident as this, had he enough money to hire her.
But she was dealing with him as a victim... she was on
the wrong side of the table. And she wasn't going
anywhere soon.
Her captor moved from where he had been squatting,
watching her writhe and scream. She wished she couldn't
see now. Her horrified eyes saw him stand up and saw
his hand stroke his very erect knobby and bent phallus.
He stepped between her legs and she struggled against
her restraints again, causing only more pain and
bleeding.
But when he kneeled, he didn't ravish her with that
awful club, as she expected.
Instead he lowered his mouth to her sex and began to
lick and suck at her vulva.
Malatiku was puzzled. He'd seen the older men of the
tribe having sex many times, and he had taken slaves
himself. He expected this woman who looked so different
to BE different. But she tasted like any woman, which
surprised him. He lifted his face and examined her milk
bags. They were bigger, rounder than the girls in his
village had. Maybe they were full of tasty milk. He
planned on cutting them off and eating them. He hoped
they'd be sweet.
He sucked hard at each of the strange pink nipples to
see if they were sweet.
Nothing.
The screaming stopped, though, and she moaned. Now
there were just wracking sobs. All the slaves sobbed
and cried when this was done to them. Maybe she was
just like any other woman, except she was albino. He
wanted to taste her juices. If he worked on her long
enough they would come. Then he could put his seed in
her. Then he could feast.
Penny collapsed, exhausted from her screaming and the
sobs that had jerked her body violently. The animal
meant to have sex with her, that much was plain. She
was so disgusted by the thought that her cherished
virginity would be lost to this piece of human shit
that she thought she'd rather just die and get it over
with.
Almost.
He moved to her nipples and she moaned in dismay. Her
nipples had always been her weak spot. They were so
sensitive she could have an orgasm just by squeezing
and mauling them. Her moan was filled with self
loathing as the sparks she loved so much shot from her
nipples to her pussy. Then he stopped and went back to
that pussy, which was now beginning to produce
moisture, against her will. A tiny place in her mind
took the time to be astonished that her body would
betray her in these circumstances. She had once gotten
a man free from a rape charge by getting his victim to
admit she had had an orgasm during the act. That had
proved, to her mind, and that of the jury, that it
hadn't really been rape.
As his nose dug between her virgin folds, her body
betrayed her as it reacted naturally to physical
stimulus and began to prepare her for the penis it
expected to enter her. Penny felt shame, on a number
of levels.
She was beside herself. Rage battled with lust and
shame as, despite her strongest attempts to stop them,
her hips lifted off the ground, or tried to. Because
she was stretched so tightly she couldn't move them and
the agony of unfulfilled passion was added to the mix
of conflicting emotions washing over her.
Then he lifted his painted face and moved up, over her.
Now was the time. She lifted her head and cried out
"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!" as she saw his rigid penis only
inches away from her pink vulva.
The head of his penis nudged between her nether lips
and, with a cry of dismay she let her head flop back on
the leafy forest floor. There was pain as her cherished
maidenhead was stretched...
And then... nothing!
Except the whoosh and thud that were somehow involved
with the magical disappearance of her rapist. She
raised her head again, staring wildly around, but he
was gone!
Was it some demented dream? She tried to rub her eyes.
She was still staked out tightly.
A sound to her right caused her to crane her head. She
could barely see. There were TWO men now, her attacker
and another man... a WHITE man! They were grappling!
Suddenly she felt something at her thighs. She looked
and screamed at the hairy monster that was now between
her legs, its face inches from her wide open pussy. It
sniffed, and then ran its tongue from her anus to her
clitoris. Then it screeched and shook its head wildly,
its evil teeth grinning as it hopped up and down, its
arms flapping in the air.
Penny's over stimulated brain gave up and she slid,
almost gratefully, into darkness.
Her respite didn't last long. All too soon she regained
consciousness. She felt something at her left wrist and
turned her head. The chimpanzee - she recognized it now
- was fiddling with the vines, like it was trying to
free her. The sounds of a scuffle caused her to roll
her head the other way. Now she could see them better.
They had moved into her line of sight. They were about
the same height and she realized the white man was
young.
"Help" she croaked inanely. As if he didn't have enough
on his plate already.
The native had a knife, the knife he had cut her
clothes off with, and had run down her body in a way
that made it crystal clear what he planned to do in the
near future.
The youth had nothing.
They broke apart and the savage grinned, baring his
pointed teeth. He spoke, some gibberish, and the boy
answered him in the same tongue. The cannibal rushed,
swinging the knife wildly. The boy stepped sideways,
stuck out his foot and her assailant went sprawling.
With a cry of rage he bounded to his feet and charged
again, only to be thrown in what looked for all the
world like a Judo movement.
This time the native came at him more slowly,
carefully, the knife weaving a line up, sideways, down.
He slashed and the boy kicked him in the face with the
bottom of his foot. The native went flying.
But the boy howled and held his foot up, looking at the
bottom of it where the native's sharpened teeth had
penetrated the skin. He didn't seem to see her
assailant leap to his feet and charge, the knife held
low.
She screamed again and the boy's eyes darted to her.
The pragmatic part of her mind realized she had just
distracted him further from the danger behind him.
"BEHIND YOU!!" she screamed.
He dove into a roll toward her and came up with his
heel touching her ribs, facing the charging rapist.
What happened then was too fast for her to see, but the
grappling pair ended up wrestling right above her. At
one point she was afraid they would step on her and she
strained frantically at her bonds.
Suddenly, without warning, there was a rush of hot red
liquid that splattered across her stomach and breasts,
so hot she gasped. The pair above her froze and there
was a horrible groan and the rattle of a man's last
breath leaving his body. More blood splashed on her
torso and she began screaming again and closed her
eyes, afraid to see which man's blood had drenched her.
That scream took everything she had and she subsided
into quiet, about to begin sobbing.
It was silent until there was a thud on the ground next
to her, the thud of a body flopping tonelessly.
She cracked one eye open.
Standing above her, his chest and groin stained bright
red, legs spread and head turning, listening,
evaluating for danger, was the white boy.
Penny sobbed with relief and began babbling. He leaned
over and pressed one finger against her lips, silencing
her. She couldn't stifle her sobs, but she quit
yammering and tried to get her breathing under control.
She stared up at the naked youth. She found her eyes
drawn magnetically to his hanging phallus, long and
slim... and dripping thick red drops of blood... onto
her.
Finally he relaxed a little. He stepped away from her
and leaned over to examine her attacker's body, as if
there were any possibility he might be alive. Then he
looked at the knife, now in HIS hand. He examined it
carefully and sniffed, as if not impressed with it, but
he didn't toss it away. His eyes fixed on her clothing,
cut and torn and scattered about and he went to poke
through it.
Penny had calmed down considerably, and the fact that
this jungle man hadn't yet released her from her bonds
pushed its way to the surface of her mind.
"YOU!" she called. "YOUNG MAN!"
He ignored her as if she hadn't spoken.
"BOY!" she yelled again. His head turned toward her.
Better. Now she could get him to act. "COME - HERE BOY!
she said in exaggeratedly slow and well-pronounced
English. "YOU - MUST - RE - LEASE - ME... LET - ME -
UP!" She pulled at the vines still restraining her to
show him what she wanted.
His head turned away. He saw the briefcase and went to
it.
"NO!" she screamed. "LEAVE THAT ALONE! THAT - NOT - FOR
- YOU!" she ended up, again exaggerating her
pronunciation. Again he glanced at her. "THAT - MINE. -
YOU - NO - BOTHER - THAT."
He fiddled with the buckle on the case and it fell
open.
"NO!" she yelled again. "STOP THAT. YOU HELP ME...
NOW... HERE... HELP MEE!" her voice dropped off into a
whine as he upended the satchel and dumped all her
papers on the ground. He pawed through them, lifting
one and peering at it, then dropping it to lift
another. He looked at the backs of the pages and peered
at the squiggly lines written on the fronts. It was
obvious he wasn't just reading them. It was quite
possible he'd never even seen paper. He picked up a
fountain pen and played with it. When it came open he
played with it until it got ink on his finger.
Then, unaccountably, he stuffed everything back into
the satchel, including her clothing and threw it beside
her body.
She was crying quietly now as he walked over to stand
over her. The blood on his torso had dried somewhat and
was now darker. He looked ferocious covered in that
dark substance. He stared at her, looking pointedly at
her breasts.
His penis, which had been hanging, moved... jumped, and
began lengthening. His eyes raked down to her exposed
pussy, which was now crusted with her dried juices.
His prick grew longer and began to stand up.
Penny moaned and began crying harder.
"Oh PLEASE don't rape me," she cried. "Oh please just
let me go. I can't take this."
She bawled and realized that part of the pain she felt
was her bladder, which had been overfull and was now
emptying itself without her conscious control, due to
her fright. She wept, ashamed that her yellow urine was
splashing between her legs, arching up in the air as
her muscles eased the strain of keeping it in.
He stepped back, his eyes going wide. His penis was now
fully hard.
Without warning he bent over and slashed at the vine
holding her left foot. She was so surprised that she
didn't even move the leg. When he freed her right foot
she reacted, snapping her legs closed and pulling with
her arms, moving her body so she could bend them. She
began struggling furiously and felt pain in her wrists.
"NO!" said the boy.
She froze at an English word spoken aloud. He bent over
and Penny held stock still as he sawed with the knife,
releasing one hand, then the other. He stood back,
watching, as if to see what she would do.
Penny thought to just sit up, stand up and demand that
this savage white boy take her immediately back to
Leopoldville, where she could regroup for her search.
He obviously wasn't Tarzan, and didn't appear to speak
a word of English other than "No".
But she wasn't about to give up and return with her
tail between her legs, at which point those lecherous
old men would smile and make sympathetic sounds, saying
they should have known better than to send a woman to
do a man's job.
When she tried to sit up, however, she found she had no
real strength left. She had to roll over and push her
body off the ground, one part at a time, her joints
aflame as they contracted from being cruelly stretched.
She would later learn that stretching the joints like
that made it much easier to butcher the body with the
primitive knives the natives had.
The boy stood and watched the entire time, offering
nothing.
"At least you could help me up you horrible boy," she
grumbled as she got up on one knee and began to stand.
It took her three tries to stand up and when she did
she looked like a walking corpse, covered with leaves,
twigs and blood. Her legs were wet with her urine.
Still the boy stood and watched.
Then, standing, she looked down at the ground and saw
the briefcase. It was only a meter away, but that meter
was down, and it had just taken her SO much work to get
UP that she dreaded even TRYING to bend over and pick
it up.
She'd had visions of walking strongly and confidently
into the city, leading this savage boy... SAVING this
savage boy, whose parents obviously were piles of bones
rotting in the jungle... Those visions faded as she
slowly bent and picked up the case, which before had
only weighed five or six pounds, but now was somehow
filled with lead.
When she finally made it back up she looked at her
'savior' and said "I - need - help. You (she pointed at
him) must - help - me."
It had been a rough morning, so we must forgive her for
forgetting to mention Leopoldville as a destination he
could take her to. It also never occurred to her to ask
to be taken to Tarzan of the Apes. And, she completely
missed the fact that he had reacted appropriately to
her screamed warning, in addition to saying the word...
"No".
Without a word he turned and walked away from her.
Chapter 3: The Death Trap
She followed him through the jungle, part fearful that
something would jump out at her and part confident that
this boy/man would protect her from anything that
happened.
When she had struggled after him, calling to him,
cursing him, he never once turned to look at her, but
he never seemed to get farther than fifty or sixty
meters in front of her either. She had lugged the
briefcase along, unwilling to leave it behind, until
her arms hurt so much she had to stop and put it on the
ground while she rested.
But she wouldn't leave it.
When he saw what was holding them up, he went into the
jungle and came back with long, thin leaves of some
plant that he wove into a flat rope that he then tied
to the straps that held the case closed. Without a word
he slung it over his shoulder and the case rode high on
his back, leaving his arms and hands free. Then he
started off again.
Penny's wrists hurt, and the blood caked on her torso
itched and flaked as she moved. She somehow felt MORE
naked than she was, which was completely, and marveled
that her civilized taboo against nakedness was so
strong.
She found herself looking at the boy's buttocks as he
walked ahead of her. His cheeks flexed and moved as he
walked and she realized she thought it was...
beautiful. His back was the same way, though less
pronounced. He was like a Greek statue in a museum,
come to life.
He stopped suddenly and she ran into his back before
she could react. Her breasts mashed into his back as
her hands grabbed his hips.
His head was up... turning... testing the air...
listening. She remained very quiet. There was a sudden
animal scream from ahead and a sound like cattle
perhaps.
His right hand came down on top of hers, where it
touched his hip and he took her hand, leading her off
the path, into the more densely packed plants. They
came to a tree and he pointed up. There were no
branches for her to grab and she shrugged her shoulders
helplessly, unconsciously using sign language of a
sort.
He put his hands on the bark and then jumped up, his
feet landing a couple of feet below his hands. She
couldn't help but notice that his genitals swung low,
dangling between his spread legs. Then, like magic, he
stood up, his feet somehow gripping the trunk as his
hands moved upward and he hopped again. In no time he
was fifteen feet up in the tree and she was standing,
looking up at him. He walked out on the branch he was
standing on as if he were on a city street and gripped
a long vine that was hanging from above.
He pulled it up, made a loop in it and then dropped it
down to her. She slipped the loop over her head and
under her arms and had barely gripped it when she felt
herself lifted off the ground like she was being pulled
up by ten men. She stifled a scream by clapping her
hand over her mouth. The vine dug cruelly into her arm
pits.
A branch appeared beside her feet and she grabbed for
the trunk of the tree, grasping it and getting her feet
on something solid. She sobbed with relief as the
pressure in her arm pits went away.
Then his hands were on her holding her sides, right
beside her breasts as she gasped for air. He was behind
her and when she looked over her shoulder she saw him
looking to his left. Her eyes followed his and she
gasped again as she saw the river, a slow moving width
of muddy brown that was alive with crocodiles.
They were everywhere she looked, on the banks, in the
water... everywhere. If he hadn't stopped... if she'd
been alone, walking that trail... she'd have walked
right into the feeding frenzy that seemed to be going
on.
And it WAS a feeding frenzy. There was a herd of some
kind of bovine creatures that were blundering into the
water, trying to cross to the other side, and the
crocodiles were making the most of it. Five or six
animals were down already and the water around them,
red instead of brown, boiled as they were torn to
pieces by the voracious crocs.
Then, right where they had been standing only moments
before, the surviving animals stampeded out of the
death trap and into the jungle. Penny felt faint at the
idea of anyone trying to keep out of the way of the
terrified beasts as they decimated the jungle for fifty
meters on either side of the tree they were standing
in, and which actually trembled with the passage of the
escaping cattle. She turned her head again, to look
over her shoulder at the boy, and found his eyes
staring straight into hers.
Something she didn't understand tugged at her and she
leaned backwards, toward him. When she did his hands
slid forward and cupped her breasts.
Penny heard herself sigh and, to her immense surprise,
she leaned back harder. When his erection prodded her
buttocks she didn't scream or demand that he stop
immediately. But her hands came up and held his, as
they supported her heavy breasts. He didn't move his
hands, but simply let them hold each breast as if it
were some soft easily bruised fruit that he wanted to
be very careful of.
Then his hands slid out from under hers and he pushed
her forward against the trunk of the tree as he turned
and fiddled with a vine nearby. When he turned toward
her and held open his arms she didn't understand at
first, Then he was hugging her, pressing her filthy,
blood-caked body against his and making her put her
arms around his neck. He lifted her buttocks and she
squirmed, resisting, thinking he meant to let her down
on his cock, there in the tree.
He slapped her ass hard with one hand and she yelped as
it stung. She wrapped her legs around his waist,
preventing her pussy from sliding down to where that
dangerous penis was.
The next thing she knew she was flying through the air
with dizzying speed... OVER the river full of feeding
crocs. She realized he was holding onto a vine and had
leapt off the branch... and that the only thing holding
her to him were her arms and legs.
She sobbed with fear, sure she would fall off and into
the river below them. Then she was looking down, over
his shoulder, the boy UNDER her as his body went
parallel to the ground. His feet hit something solid
and, as if they were one person, they flipped upward to
a standing position, his feet firmly on the branch of a
tree which, ten seconds before, had been across the
river from them.
He stood patiently as her frozen body clung to him. But
as the adrenaline in her bloodstream diluted, her
muscles couldn't hold on and, little by little, she
sagged. She felt her pussy slide down his abdomen,
until it contacted his rampant cock. She moaned as fear
was suddenly and inexplicably replaced with white hot
lust as his hard prick pressed between her vulva and
rasped across her clit.
She snarled, her mind rebelling at the thought that she
wanted him... was willing at that moment to surrender
her cherished virginity. Her feet fell to the branch
and she pushed him away from her.
The limb they were standing on was perhaps six inches
across. She leaned and began to fall immediately.
Her arms flailed and her scream cut the air as her eyes
caught his. She would have sworn that he was tempted to
let her fall to her death, based on what she saw in his
eyes.
At the last moment, however, his hand snaked out,
faster than she would have thought possible, and he
grabbed her wrist. He didn't hug her again, and though
she wanted to, she made herself keep from clasping him.
Instead she reached for a nearby vine and tried to calm
her heartbeat as she stood stiffly on the limb.
"I'm all right now," she said. Idly she wondered why
she spoke to him at all. He obviously didn't understand
or speak English. But it made her feel more normal. She
felt the residual effects of lust in her body as
moisture left her pussy and ran down her left leg. Her
nipples felt super sensitive and she wanted to tweak
and squeeze them.
But not in front of this boy.
Twice more she clutched him, terrified as his strong
arms held a vine and they flew, like birds from one
tree to the next. Each time she felt hot and flushed as
she pressed her naked body to his. She wanted to kiss
him, to suck his tongue, to swallow his penis until it
shot the thick white balm she knew was in that low
hanging sack under his penis. It was probably because
she was so sexually excited that she was able to grip
him without falling to her death.
Once they were well past the dangerous river banks, he
led her back down to the ground, and they walked on.
What seemed like several hours later the naked boy
stopped, looked around and sniffed the air. Penny
tensed. He didn't do that unless the world was about to
come to an end.
But this time he simply got off the trail and began to
pick his way through the jungle until they came to a
small runnel that had clear water flowing through it.
He stood in the stream and began to wash the blood and
grime off his body.
Penny couldn't wait to join him.
With long sighs of pleasure she splashed cool water on
her body, rubbing at the dirt and dried blood. She was
embarrassed to feel her nipples spike under the cool
water and repeated rubbing to get them clean. She was
mildly astonished that she could be so constantly
aroused under these dire circumstances, but she
undeniably was. And this time, the urge to find some
release was too strong. She turned away from the boy.
She pinched her nipples hard and felt the spike of
pleasure that presaged an orgasm. She hoped she could
do it quietly.
She was washing the crusted muck out of her almost
white pubic hair, preparing to diddle her clit when she
felt his hands on her back.
She jumped and took a breath to scream, but bit it off
as she realized he was actually HELPING her bathe. His
strong hands splashed her and then slid across her back
and shoulders. When they reached her buttocks she
tensed again, but he made no attempt to violate her,
simply washing her dirty buns clean. Then he did the
back of her legs too before quitting. She was at once
contrite for her animosity toward him as he helped her,
and smolderingly angry with him for stopping her from
having her orgasm.
Then it occurred to her that she was clean... and
naked. She felt more naked than before.
She looked over her shoulder bashfully to see him
standing with his back to her, arms folded. He was
obviously waiting for her to reciprocate. She thought
about getting her hands on those muscles. He expected
her to touch him.
So she did.
She had touched a lot of men in her short life, but she
had never run her hands over a man as hard as this one.
Everywhere her hands flitted she felt ripples of
muscle. Even his ass cheeks, which she had spent so
much time staring at in amazed wonder, were hard as
rocks. She had the sudden intense urge to turn him
around, so she could see his penis. She felt the heat
of her own excitement flow into her pussy and the
absurdity of the situation flushed through her again.
She was a civilized woman, for pity's sake!
She exerted control over what she thought of as her
'baser urges' and stood back. Even if she thought to
approach him sexually, he probably wouldn't return her
interest. Other than that one mostly hard erection he'd
gotten while she was helpless, and another while they
were standing above the crocodiles, she'd see no
indication that he had any interest in her sexually at
all.
She decided that both were a reaction to the danger
they had been in.
That notion was shattered as he turned around and she
saw that he was now FULLY erect! Clan now, his sexual
organ was as magnificent as the rest of him, standing
straight out, pale and pink looking. It was the same
diameter for it's full length, unlike some she'd seen,
which were smaller at the tip than further back. He was
uncut, of course, so there might be some definition
under the hood, but from what she could see, he would
stuff any girl to her limits. She stared at it as if it
were some dangerous beast that was sleeping, or tied to
something. Then, blushing she raised her eyes to find
him looking at exactly what she was looking at.
She watched in fascinated horror as his hand slowly
circled his prick and he jacked the foreskin back off
the tip, revealing it to her. Yes, there WAS definition
there, with a bulbous head that had a flaring crest
behind it and then the diameter dropped to a smaller
neck before swelling back out and becoming the shaft.
And he kept stroking his cock, standing there like it
was the most normal thing in the world to do. She stood
in the shallow water, frozen. She'd masturbated a few
men, but she'd never seen one do it to himself.
Her pussy got hot and itchy, so much so that she
squatted in the water to put her pussy in it and then
she 'washed' herself while his hand sped up until it
was flashing back and forth. She managed to get a
couple of good tweaks in on her nipples, and felt her
release coming back.
Then his hand streaked back and stopped. The little
slit in the head of his prick opened, and a thick
stream of viscous white shot out at least three feet.
He aimed it upward, as if playing with it and jacked on
his cock again as a second stream burst out, following
the first. Her own efforts were almost rewarded by an
orgasm when she lost her balance and fell back in the
water with her finger stuck firmly in her pussy. She
stared at his penis as three more jerks and three more
arcing ropes of sperm finished him off. She jerked her
finger out of her pussy as he opened his eyes and
continued to milk his softening penis gently for a
while.
Penny moaned. She had been so close.
Then, he too squatted in the water and he slapped at
the water with his now soft phallus, cleaning it off.
He sighed, stood up, looked at Penny and started off,
gesturing for her to follow him. Penny realized in a
flash of insight that he had become excited, and simply
dealt with that excitement in the most expeditious
manner.
It was as if she hadn't even been there.
As she started off she grumbled to herself about how
men always took care of themselves, but never seemed to
care about the woman. Not that she was his woman, but
still, it seemed all too much of a wham, bam, never
mind you, ma'am kind of attitude, and she didn't
appreciate it that she was still horny when she had to
follow him back onto the jungle path and their journey
continued.
***
Boy glanced up at the canopy of jungle. They wouldn't
make it back home by nightfall. They'd need shelter.
Predators would smell her for a long distance. She
didn't smell like jungle yet. He knew from his studies
that it was her diet that he was smelling, and that not
even water would wash that odor off of her. Only after
she had eaten of the jungle for a month would she begin
to blend in. He could deal with the predators, but he
wanted to sleep too, and he couldn't do both.
There were caves above the river not too far away. It
was off his path, but worth it. He'd used one of the
caves before. Maybe the rushes he'd put there as a bed
last time would still be there. Hopefully nothing
dangerous would have moved in, and there wouldn't be
too much bat guano on them. He glanced at the woman.
He had to admit he was impressed with this woman,
despite her flapping tongue and strange behavior. He
admired her courage and her willingness to keep going.
Anyone could see she was almost dead on her feet, but
she never gave up. It would be good for her to be able
to rest too.
***
Penny was on her last legs, but she wouldn't admit it
to this savage boy. When he suddenly changed direction
she stumbled past him before jerking to a stop. The
path went on ahead of them, but he was turning, going
into the jungle.
"What are you doing?" she yelled at him impatiently.
"Where are you going?"
Boy knew if he answered the woman in her language that
she'd never shut up, so he kept silent and just kept
going. If she wanted to live she'd follow him. If not,
then it would be much more quiet while he slept. He
smiled as he heard her crash along behind him. He
wanted to look back. She was nice to look at, at least
she was when she got cleaned up a little.
They got to the river and when Boy started wading in to
cross Penny screamed.
"NO! THE CROCODILES! YOU'LL BE KILLED!"
She also saw that satchel on his back, and the thought
of some prehistoric reptile tearing at it made her
heart stop.
Boy stopped, and looked all around, as if he were
trying to see the crocodiles she was warning him about.
He already knew she wasn't from the jungle, but anyone
knew that crocs had their own territory, and that the
whole river wasn't full of them. He waded further out.
It wasn't over his head here, but he knew he had to
keep the briefcase dry, so he held it over his head and
walked, instead of swimming. When he got to the other
bank he stopped and turned around.
He waited.
Penny was frantic with fear. Her savior was on the
other side of the river. Anything could come at her now
and she'd be helpless. He didn't act like there was
anything dangerous in the river. But the scene of those
feasting crocodiles was very clear in her memory. The
fear of the unknown behind her was stronger though,
and, hesitantly, she put one foot in the water.
Boy watched as the woman conquered her fear and entered
the water. Then she was swimming strongly and expertly
toward him, her arms making no wasted motion, her body
slicing through the water. She made sobbing noises that
Cheetah would have called the "I need help" noises, and
that he himself had made when he was younger and very
afraid of something.
But he couldn't figure out what it was she was so
afraid of. When she got to the shore she was gasping
for air and her breasts moved most magnificently. He
felt his penis start to stiffen again and willed it to
stop. He'd had to take care of it when they bathed. She
was beautiful and caused in him the same thing that his
mother caused in his father. He watched her breasts bob
and sway as she ran toward him.
Then he was wrapped in her naked arms and those breasts
were pressed against his chest.
"Don't you EVER go off and leave me like that again!"
she said in a raspy voice. It was the same tone he'd
heard his mother use many times and he almost said, all
right. But he was able to stop himself in time. He
still didn't want her to know he understood or spoke
English.
Instead, he turned and began to climb the pathway to
the cave above. It was an easy climb. Even the woman
was able to keep up.
There was no porch, or protrusion in front of the cave.
There was only the dark opening that led deep into the
rock and then down, into the earth. Boy had explored it
when he was younger, but there was nothing of interest
in there except Gold and Diamonds. His mother had
explained what they meant on the outside, but here, in
the jungle, they were useless.
Inside the featureless opening, however, there was a
room not quite high enough to stand up in, and wide
enough for four men to sit, side by side. The thick bed
of rushes was still there, but it was dry and would be
scratchy.
Boy sat the woman down on the bed of rushes and handed
her the briefcase. Then he put his hands on her
shoulders and pushed, like he was trying to push her
into the ground. He backed up toward the opening of the
cave and held up one hand, palm out, telling her to
stay.
"Where are you going?" her voice rose high, full of
fear.
Again he put his hand out, palm facing her.
"You'll come back, won't you? Please promise me you'll
come back," she pleaded.
Again his hand. Then he climbed out and down.
***
He was only gone for maybe ten or fifteen minutes, but
in Penny's mind, it was an eternity. When she'd seen he
was going to leave she felt panic well up in her body
like air, filling a balloon. He didn't seem to
understand her, yet his hand motions suggested that he
wanted her to stay there. She glanced fearfully back
into the blackness of the tunnel that led deeper into
the cliff.
When he left she sobbed, and then tried not to move...
not even an inch, hoping that somehow that would help
her be safe.
Then, when she heard the sounds of someone... or
something climbing the cliff face, her panic swelled
even more as her imagination provided all sorts of
horrible possibilities of who... or what... it could
be.
When his head appeared in the opening, her sobs of joy
and relief were so emotional that, when he got into
range of her hands, she pulled his face to hers and
kissed him. Then she spent the next five minutes
scolding him for leaving her like that.
He'd been back for ten minutes before she realized that
he'd brought things back with him. As he laid them out
her eyes widened and she became more and more amazed at
his ingenuity. He had a section of some sort of tree or
plant trunk that was hollow, with a vine tied to it.
The tube was full of water. Another package, made of
big flat leaves, contained a dead animal of some kind
that had been butchered, leaving only the edible
portions. There were also fruits and something else
that was white and hard, but that could be bitten into.
It had a nutty sort of texture and was tasteless, but
was obviously food. In another packet he had fuzzy
wisps of something, a coil of thin vine and two sticks.
Before she could object he was gone again, this time
coming back with an armful of wood which he used to
build what was obviously going to be a fire. Before her
interested eyes he made a short bow, and the vine that
was the bow string was wrapped around the other stick.
The boy held a flat stone on top of the straight stick
and put the other end into a dip in a piece of wood
that he carved there. He packed the wispy stuff around
that dip and began sawing back and forth with the bow.
The straight stick spun, first clockwise, and then the
other way.
To Penny's amazement he produced smoke, then a glowing
mass of fibrous material and then, as he blew on that,
flame!
Fifteen minutes later they were eating what, a week ago
Penny would never have touched, but which now, she
thought of as a feast worthy of the Queen herself. Then
the boy was gone again, and this time he came back with
a big bundle of fresh rushes, which he spread out on
top of the older ones. This was obviously going to be a
bed.
As Penny ate every scrap of roasted flesh off the bones
in the meat, she measured this bed in her mind. It
would require, if two people used it, that they were so
close together that they would almost certainly be
touching. There was a warming in her belly that went
beyond what food could provide, as she thought about
lying down next to this handsome savage boy. Her
nipples tingled and she felt the urge to squeeze them
and have the orgasm she had been robbed of earlier.
Maybe after the boy went to sleep.
It got darker and darker outside the cave, until it was
difficult to see where the cave opening stopped and the
night began. The fire had consumed all the wood the boy
had brought into the cave, and had burned down until
there were only a handful of coals left. The boy had
lain down, facing away from her, and as darkness became
almost absolute Penny's fear of that dark and the
unknown increased. She moved closer to her companion.
As she shifted, her naked bottom sat on something
sharp.
She thought something had bitten her.
"OW!" she screamed. She heard her voice echo back from
deep the cave. Then she heard another sound, a rustling
sound, reminiscent of flags waving in a stiff breeze.
"What...?" she started to ask what it was, when
suddenly she was pressed into the bed of rushes and the
boy lay on top of her.
"What are you DOING?" she screamed as she felt his
hard, naked body covering hers. Her breasts, with their
tender and very erect nipples were pressing into his
hot chest. Thoughts of rape flashed into her mind again
and she drew in a breath to scream.
The rustling got louder and louder before she could let
that breath out, and then, to her panic stricken mind,
hell itself descended on her as bats... thousands and
thousands of bats began streaming past them and out of
the opening of the cave, into the night.
Now his body on hers was a welcome cover as she was
pressed down, into the soft rushes. His hands on her
shoulders protected her skin from the frantic rush of
the bats that flew past them, brushing up against his
skin. Her hands had been on his back, trying to push
him off her, but fell to his hips and then, as bats
brushed them still, down and into the rushes. He
twitched, and she realized a bat had landed on his
head, gripping his hair with it's little talons.
Instinct made her raise her hand to brush the thing
away, then she screamed as she touched it. But it flew
on.
Slowly the flood of winged creatures lessened. Penny's
breasts were heaving in her fear, and she suddenly
realized her nipples were scraping across his chest. He
twitched again, and her hands rose up to slide along
his back, up into his hair, brushing, trying to find
what had made him jerk. Finding nothing, her hands went
down until they were full of his hard buttocks, and
then she found a bat, parked in the crack of those
buttocks. The boy's hips moved, pressing into hers as
he tried to move away from the creature, and that
pressed his penis into her mons. She brushed with her
hands and the bat disappeared. She could hear his sigh
and feel his body relax as the... problem... went away.
But there was another problem. Writhing on top of this
luscious full bodied woman had awakened in Boy, the
lust he had been trying to suppress. As she wiggled
under him, and he moved on top of her, his prick
lengthened and stiffened and began to poke and prod
between her legs. Neither of them were aware of it
while the bats flew thickly past them, but as the last
of the colony left to feed in the night air, the sexual
energy that both young people were feeling made itself
known.
Perhaps it was the relief of yet another danger
passing, or, maybe it was the culmination of a very
long day of horror, fear and hardship. It is quite
likely that passions that had been awakened in both of
them added to the urge to... play.
Whatever the reasons, Julia Penelope Milton, when she
felt that long hard penis prodding her virgin pussy,
spread her legs and raised her knees, letting the young
man sink between them into the saddle she created for
him.
Then she searched for his lips with her own and, in
what she would later call the most amazing release she
had ever experienced, she surrendered to his kisses.
Thinking of herself more as a woman right then, rather
than as a barrister, Penny knew full well what she was
doing. She had done all of this before. The hot kisses,
the roaming hands, caressing places that made her
tingle with pleasure, both given and received... all
those things were known to Penny. But they had all been
done with men she could talk to, and who would obey her
commands. And now, as she welcomed the hands and lips
of THIS man, she knew that whatever she said wouldn't
matter, and that if she didn't stop this, it WOULD lead
to it's logical conclusion.
And Penny, to her everlasting surprise, couldn't wait
for that conclusion to arrive.
"Oh I know you can't understand me" she moaned. "But
I'm a virgin and I've never done this before, but if
you don't make love to me instantly I'll just DIE! And
I know it's going to hurt, but PLEASE don't stop, but
if you ever understand ANYTHING I tell you, I must have
you inside me, but I'm so frightened and I..."
She was cut off by his mouth as it covered hers for
another kiss, almost as if he were trying to shut her
up. But then his tongue slipped into her mouth and she
forgot all about that as she kissed him back.
His hips were lurching forward and back, making his
hard cock press into her mons and slide all over her
sex. He obviously didn't know how to do this, and the
thought that he too might be a virgin sent a thrill
through her that brought her hand between them and to
his prick.
She moved the tip to her opening and said, "There."
It slipped in enough to make her hiss at the pain of
her stretched hymen.
Boy, not knowing what he was about to do to that hymen,
simply did what he'd seen his father do to his mother,
and pressed his prick deep into Penny's belly.
Her cry of pain startled him, and he froze, but her
hands came to his buttocks and she moaned into his ear
not to stop. Penny, once she had made the decision to
give herself to this man, wanted to experience it all,
including the pain, and she reveled in it as pleasure
streaked through her at the same time. She couldn't
understand how such pain could be welcome, but it was.
She pushed with her hips, trying to get even more of
that thick stalk up inside her.
Boy had seen his parents making love many times, but he
had never done it himself. He had thought about asking
his mother if she would let him do it with her,
because, truth be known, she was the only female around
who wasn't scared to death of him. His father's
reputation in the jungle had transferred to him without
his consent, though he didn't really mind all that
much. He was pretty full of himself. He knew he was an
important part of the jungle, and took pride in that.
But he didn't know quite what to do now. All that hot
soft flesh pressing on all sides of his penis felt
fabulous, and he'd very gladly just lie there and feel
that for as long as he could. Her breasts felt soft and
hot against his chest too, and her hair smelled good.
Then she gave her hips a shove, upward, off of the
rushes, as if she was trying to throw him off of her.
His penis moved in her and he suddenly understood why
his father pushed it in and pulled it out and kept
doing that for a long time. He got his knees under him,
and pushed on the floor of the cave with his hands, so
he could flex his abdominal muscles. When he was
stable, he pulled back and then, afraid he'd fall out
of her, shoved back in, quite possibly with more...
enthusiasm... than was required.
Penny gasped as she gave in to the insane urge to move
her hips. She was stuffed full, stretched to bursting.
She'd seen plenty of his penis, both soft and hard, and
what was in her felt more like his arm. At the same
time, that feeling of fullness was so wonderful and so
fulfilling, that she instantly realized she was a fool.
She could have been feeling this for years, but she'd
driven off every man who had tried to give it to her.
She felt him begin to get up... off of her? NO! He
couldn't just stop! She'd just die if he stopped! He
pulled his penis almost out of her and she took in a
breath to beg him not to leave her.
Then, her breath gushed out in a half scream as what
had been taken from her was given back, both suddenly,
and forcefully. This time, his pubic bone pressed hard
against hers, and squashed her clitoris almost flat.
Penny began gibbering. She lost control of everything
and flopped as he began doing the same thing to her
over and over again, dragging his lovely prick almost
out and then slamming it back in her. Electric jolts of
ecstasy shot through her body and she cried tears of
happiness as every dream and fantasy about her first
time came true. She'd had lots of self made orgasms
before, and she felt an orgasm coming. She thought it
would be the same as always, but when it overtook her,
her mouth opened in a silent scream, her legs flopped
as widely open as they could, and she bucked like a
horse under it's first rider. All Boy could do was hang
on for dear life.
Boy rode her thrashing body, feeling his own release
coming. He'd always played with his semen when he came,
aiming it this way, or seeing how far he could help it
go as his prick pumped the cream out of his balls. But
this time he had the intense urge to leave it deep
inside her when it happened to him. He didn't question
why he felt that way. He simply looked forward to what
he knew would feel wonderful. There... it was time...
He pushed in and froze.
Penny had just regained enough control over her body to
be able to decide what noises she was going to make
when the man - she couldn't possibly think of him as a
boy any longer - made a strange sound and stopped what
he was doing. He pushed with his penis so strongly that
she felt herself move over the bed of rushes a few
centimeters. Then her eyes opened wide in the dark as
she felt heat filling her insides and he jerked in her.
Though it was dark, she could see him in her mind as
she had seen him earlier that day, holding his penis
while that thick stream of white shot a meter through
the air.
Now he was doing that inside her. Her first lover. The
first time in her life that her pussy was full to the
brim with hot, wet, slippery sperm.
And she didn't even know her lover's name.
She didn't care. This too was part of the experience,
and as she felt his prick swell and spit, over and over
again, she held him close and luxuriated in the seed he
shared with her inside her body. As her fingers slid
along the rippling muscles of his shoulders she thought
of what all that heat inside her might create in her
womb. She felt his muscles and thought "If I have his
son, he'll feel like this to some lucky girl some day."
With that thought she welcomed his offering.
Chapter 4
It wasn't difficult for the pair to fall quickly into a
restful slumber. Both were tired, Penny especially so,
and Boy knew they were safe from almost all predators.
He knew that, by the time they wakened in the morning
that the bats would have come back in small groups and
would again be deep in the tunnel.
He woke first, of course. His arms were full of soft,
pliant woman. He rolled and pulled his arm out from
under her gently, trying not to wake her. They would
still have to walk until the sun was high overhead to
get home, and he wanted her in better shape when she
got there, than she was when she got to the cave. He
quickly went to the entrance and went down to find them
food.
When he got back she was still snoring softly. He
looked at her naked body and his prick stiffened again.
He stared at her pink nipples, so different from those
of the native women. Suddenly he remembered seeing his
father sucking on his mother's nipples, which were
darker brown than this woman's pink ones. His mother
seemed to like it very much. He got down on all fours
and inched his lips to the one he could get to most
easily.
First he licked it with just the tip of his tongue. It
didn't taste like anything. Then he closed his lips
over it and sucked... just a little. Still no taste.
But it did feel nice in his mouth. He adjusted his lips
to get a little more and sucked harder. She murmured in
her sleep and he lifted his head. She was smiling. He
went back down for more and she rolled onto her back.
That let him get to the other one and he sucked on that
one too. Her hands came up to his head and held him to
her breast.
Penny opened her eyes. What he was doing to her nipples
felt so wonderful she knew she could have an orgasm
just from that if he kept doing it. She ruffled his
hair. He was very gentle when he wanted to be, not
savage at all. He raised his head and then straightened
up, letting his knees support him. Her eyes flitted to
his penis, which was, once again, long and hard.
Penny wanted more than anything at that moment to
spread her legs and let him back inside her. But there
were no bats scaring her to death now, and she had her
wits about her much more than she had the night before.
And those wits told her that she should not let this
man think that she was his any time he wanted her. She
had to regain control of the situation, and get on with
her mission somehow.
For the first time since she met him, it occurred to
her to ask him if he knew Tarzan of the Apes. She
pushed him away from her breasts. Something in her
cried when she did it, but she stamped that out in her
mind.
"Tarzan?" she asked. "Do you know Tarzan?"
The man had been looking longingly at the breasts she
had just pushed him away from. When she said the name
he looked at her. She saw something there... something
guarded. His face went blank.
"You DO know Tarzan!" she said. "You MUST take me to
him. Please, I MUST find Tarzan. It's very important."
When the man didn't react her lawyer's mind kicked in.
"I can pay you!" she said.
Boy was disgusted. Outsiders always thought all they
had to do was offer money, and they could get what they
wanted. Money was worthless in the jungle and, though
he had seen some things that money could get that were
useful, he had no interest in it, or in those who
offered it so glibly.
He stood up as much as he could in the cave. Her eyes
noted that his penis was now limp, hanging between his
thighs. Something in her cried at the loss of that
erection too. Her brilliant barrister's mind came to
the uneasy conclusion that she had just made a horrible
mistake in pushing him away.
But before she could examine that thought further, he
shoved some kind of plant at her. When she looked at
it, confused, he pulled it back and took a bite out of
it. Then, dropping it beside her he turned and went to
the cave entrance. He stared at her from there, like he
was examining her for some flaw. Then he picked up the
briefcase, slung it over his shoulder, and left,
climbing down the face of the cliff.
Penny gave a little yelp as she realized he wasn't
coming back. Her eyes darted around the cave, looking
for anything she should take with her, and she felt
foolish as she realized anything they needed they could
just pick up in the jungle. Then she scurried out and
looked down.
She gasped.
They had climbed some fifteen meters up on the cliff
face, and in climbing up, she had never needed to look
down. Now, trying to see how she could follow him, she
panicked. She called for him, and when he looked up at
her she tried to explain that she couldn't do this. She
told him she didn't know how to climb down. She begged
him to come back.
He just kept going and she cursed herself for thinking
he could magically understand her. She turned and,
shaking with fear, felt around below the cave opening
with one foot, finding a small niche to put her toes
in. It hurt.
What had taken her perhaps ten minutes to climb, took
her almost an hour to get down. Several times she
screamed at the boy - she was calling him a boy again
in her anger - begging, promising him anything,
threatening him, asking him to come get her and help
her down. He just sat on the forest floor and watched
as she fumbled her way down the rock face. Her breasts
and hands got the worst of it. They scraped on the rock
painfully as she slowly made her way down.
When she finally got to solid ground, she wanted to
attack the boy and beat him with her fists, but she was
just too tired. She shook with relief at being down.
She sat down to rest and instantly the boy was up and
walking back toward the trail they'd left the day
before.
Thirty minutes later they were back on the trail and
moving slowly. Penny still wasn't acclimated to the
jungle, or to walking barefoot.
When they came to a small clear running stream she
yelled at Boy and sat down to soak her feet. Then,
feeling the wonderful cool water, she scooted the rest
of her into the shallow rill, trying to cool off.
Boy came over and splashed water on her, smiling. She
splashed back and soon they were madly thrashing the
water at each other, laughing like children. He stood
up and his erection pointed right at her.
Penny was conflicted. His cock looked so delicious she
wanted to use her mouth on it. She had only done that
one time in her whole life, and it was to get something
she particularly wanted and couldn't get any other way.
She had gagged on that cock, when it started spurting.
She didn't think she'd do that if she sucked the juices
out of this one.
Then, remembering that she wanted to keep things under
control, she thought again about that first cock she'd
sucked, and how awful it had been. Those thoughts
helped her overcome her desire to let this disturbing
boy affect her sexually.
Firmly she said "NO! No sex!" She put her hand up and
struggled to her feet. She pointed down the path. "We
go! We go there!"
Then, thinking she was brilliant one minute for being
in such good control of her desires, and thinking she
was stupid beyond belief for turning away something so
fabulous and exciting, she started off down the path.
Boy was puzzled. What they had done last night might
not have been planned, but it had been wonderful. And
he knew she had loved it too. So why didn't she want to
play now? Boy was experiencing what all men find out
sooner or later.
You can't understand women.
They made it another two hours and were getting close
to home when she had to stop to rest again. This time
she just sat down in the middle of the trail, her
shoulders drooping dejectedly.
"Where are we GOING?!" she moaned. "We've been walking
for two DAYS and I can't tell if we've actually moved
even a hundred meters!"
Boy stared at her, silent. She needed to be cheered up.
He looked at her big full breasts and her cherry pink
nipples. They were dirty and scratched, but he leaned
over and sucked one into his mouth.
"Mmmmmm," moaned Penny as she felt the wonderful
tingling of his mouth on her. Then she snapped alert.
If she let him do this he'd be filling her pussy up in
no time. She pushed him away. "No!" she said firmly.
"You can't just assault me whenever you feel like it,"
she scolded. In her own mind, if she called it an
'assault' then she could also pretend she hadn't
permitted it to happen... and loved it.
Finally she stood up and followed again. Half an hour
later they turned a corner in the trail and she
stopped, staring.
Up ahead was a system of tree houses that immediately
brought to mind Swiss Family Robinson. There were three
of them, with bridges built of wood and vines
connecting them. They had thatched roofs, such as the
natives in this area were rumored to use, but the sides
were open to the breezes. They were ten meters up off
the jungle floor, about the same height as the mid
level forest canopy.
The boy stopped, cupped his hands by his mouth as if he
were going to shout, and a strange ululating warbling
noise issued from his throat that sent both fear and a
thrill through Penny at the same time. It was obviously
a call of some kind.
To her amazement, a like call was returned, from up
ahead.
She saw something flashing through the trees... an
animal of some kind... one of the primates, and, so
rapidly she could hardly believe it the same chimpanzee
that had licked her pussy, or so it looked to her, was
on the ground, jumping and hooting and gastrulating
with its hairy arms in front of the boy.
Again the boy spoke in some guttural language that the
chimp seemed to understand and it dashed back in the
direction of the compound.
Boy felt better knowing that Cheetah had already
reported that the 'new person' had been found by Boy
and saved from 'the enemy'. He knew his parents would
have many questions and was surprised that his father
hadn't already sought him out to see what Cheetah's
ramblings were about. Cheetah had a limited vocabulary
and often said things in a way that was hard for a man
to comprehend. For example, Cheetah's word for 'Bee
Hive' was what came out as 'black ball' in the language
Tarzan had invented when he was young. There was
another sound that meant 'Bee Hive', but Cheetah just
didn't use it.
Boy hurried on. Now he could be done with this
troubling woman who made him feel so wonderful and then
refused to do it again.
As they got closer to the tree houses Penny strained to
see anyone there. She didn't know what she'd do if more
of the terrifying natives lived here. Penny had been
through a lot, and so we must understand that her
imagination was working at a super high level. She had
a horrified vision of a possible future in which the
boy turned her over to a crowd of feather covered
natives... and they ate her.
But she was tired, and sore, and couldn't walk another
kilometer, much less run. She saw a figure standing in
one of the tree houses, waving. It's shape wasn't that
of a man. The figure put it's hands to it's mouth and a
distinctly feminine warble of that disturbing call came
to them. The boy answered back.
They got closer still and Penny's heart leapt as she
realized the woman was white. That was all she could
tell so far, but the chances that there were TWO white
women in this horrible jungle were nil. It HAD to be
Jane Parker!
Then she stood stock still as she realized there WERE
two white women in the jungle. She was one. This other
woman COULD be someone else. For all she knew there
were a hundred white women living in the jungle. And
this white woman was stark naked. Jane Parker wouldn't
walk around stark naked.
She was dancing with excitement, though, when they got
to the base of the huge tree that held the tree house
the woman was standing in, so far up. Her voice came
down. It wasn't speaking English. It was some other
language that Penny couldn't understand. The boy
answered back up in the same tongue. There wasn't
anything even remotely British in the sounds the woman
was making.
Penny sat down on the ground and started crying.
***
Jane was very glad to see her son safe. When Cheetah
had come flying into the compound with his news that
Boy had saved a 'new person' from 'the enemy' he had
been too excited to actually interrogate. Moreover he
had stuck his nose right in Jane's crotch, something
he'd never done before. Jane went naked routinely, as
there were no 'civilized' persons within a hundred
miles, and they always had plenty of notice when a
compliment of natives was coming for a conference, or
to offer tribute, or to tell Tarzan of some complaint
that they thought only he could rectify. She had
clothing she wore then, but she didn't bother with it
otherwise. Besides, Tarzan was all man and quite often
wanted to 'frolic' at the oddest times and in the
oddest places. Being naked made it that much easier to
get her pussy stuffed nice and full.
She had worried at first, after boy was born, that
something had happened inside her that kept her from
having more children. As much as Tarzan wanted to make
love, and as often as they did that, she should have
been the mother of nine or ten children by now. It had
never occurred to her to ask Tarzan about it, and she
found out almost by accident that he was eating
something that made his sperm inactive, some herb in
the jungle that men used when they didn't want to
father children.
She found out when he asked her why she didn't want to
have any more children.
"I do my love," she had answered. "But I'm afraid
something is wrong with me and I can't."
It was that beginning that led to the realization that
her husband had been practicing birth control, and
planned to keep doing it until she told him to stop. He
thought she knew. When it got cleared up she
immediately told him to stop eating the herb and now,
she was pretty sure she was already pregnant again.
Perhaps Cheetah knew, because he could smell the
difference, and THAT was why he had tried to lick her
pussy.
Now she stared down at the strange woman her son had
brought to the compound.
She called out to him. "Boy, I'm SO glad you're all
right. Cheetah said something about the enemy and we
were worried."
Boy called back up that he was fine. Then he said to
his mother the same thing he'd said to her a hundred
other times when he brought some orphan animal home.
"Mom, look what I found in the Jungle. Can I keep her?"
Jane laughed. Then the woman sat down and began to cry.
Perhaps she was worried that Boy was trying to take her
as a slave or something.
"Tell her to stop crying and bring her up here. Who is
she?"
"I don't know. I haven't talked to her. She talks
constantly and I was afraid that if she knew I could
talk that she'd never shut up. She speaks English like
you, though."
Penny, in the midst of feeling sorry for herself,
listened with half of one ear to the foreign chatter
going on between the boy and the woman. Then... the
half of the ear she was using picked up the single
word... English... in the middle of the boy's
conversation.
It's effect on her was electric. "ENGLISH!" she
shouted. She jumped up and yelled "YES, I'M ENGLISH...
OH PLEEEASE TELL ME YOU SPEAK ENGLISH!"
Jane chuckled softly. This woman was from London if she
hadn't lost her ear for the accent. She leaned over and
yelled. "Of COURSE we speak English, dear. Boy is going
to bring you up here and then we can have a nice, long
conversation... in English."
And the effect of THAT on Penny was devastating. She
blubbered with relief, sobbing and threw herself at the
boy, hugging him and kissing his cheeks and lips and
rubbing her body against his.
Boy, of course, responded by kissing her back. His
prick lanced out from his body and he hugged the woman
tightly.
Jane looked down in astonishment as the woman
attempted, by all signs, to have SEX with her son! She
became agitated and yelled down.
"Here now! Stop that! Behave yourself!"
Penny jumped back instantly, blushing furiously. "I'm
sorry" she blubbered. "I've just been so frightened and
this poor boy couldn't speak English and he didn't seem
to understand me and I was so afraid and now I feel so
relieved..."
Jane groaned. This woman had no business in the jungle.
That was plain to see. Still, her story would no doubt
be entertaining, and Jane hadn't had anyone from her
home country to talk to for many, many years. Then she
saw her son's erection and suddenly noticed that the
woman was naked.
"I'm coming right down" she yelled. Then she leapt to a
vine and, hand under hand, let herself down to the
ground. She stood there, looking at her son's erection
and her eyes narrowed as she saw the look he gave this
blond woman. Now that she was closer, Jane could
understand why any man would be interested. This woman
was quite beautiful, in an overstated sort of way.
She pointed at her son's prick and, in Tarzan's
language, said "Go take care of that thing. You'll
scare her to death."
Boy, a typical teenager, resisted. "It didn't scare her
last night." he said in the same language. He left out
the part where he tried to use it again and was put off
by the woman.
Jane realized what he was saying and she felt a little
lurch in her stomach. Her baby? Naked and rutting in
this hussy? She didn't like the idea of that at all.
She also saw that the woman was filthy from her
journey.
"Come with me," she said curtly. "We'll get you cleaned
up and then sort this all out."
Penny's gasping sobs began to abate. "Thank goodness
you speak English. I've had such a horrible time these
last few days. This boy helped me and I shouldn't be
alive at all had he not found me. Will you please
convey to him my thanks?"
Jane turned and said over her shoulder... in English...
"Boy, this woman, whom you still haven't introduced,
wishes that I tell you she is thankful that you helped
her. Now, help her up to the house." Then she began
climbing the huge tree, which had hand and footholds
cut into it.
Boy, hearing a tone in his mother's voice that
suggested he was somehow in trouble, even though he
hadn't done a single thing wrong, answered from
habit... in English. "Yes mother." Then, also from
habit he turned to Penny and said "You're welcome."
also in English. Only AFTER he'd said it did he realize
she now knew his secret.
Penny stood shocked and turned her gaze on Boy. He was
examining his foot, where the cannibal's filed tooth
had drawn blood. He glanced at her and then averted his
eyes quickly.
"You speak English?" It wasn't really a question,
though her voice rose a notch at the end. "YOU SPEAK
ENGLISH?" This time her voice rose an entire octave and
Jane paused to look down.
"Well... yes." said Boy. "I have to go now." Then he
began to run. He had no real destination, but he didn't
want to stay there and listen to the woman yammer at
him.
As he loped off he heard her again screaming "YOU SPEAK
ENGLISH! YOU COME BACK HERE RIGHT NOW!"
Boy darted off the trail and into the jungle, where
there were only lions and Pythons to deal with.
Jane chuckled to herself and called down. "Come on,
then. I've got hot water up here."
It was the anger that gave her the strength to climb
the tree, and Penny didn't realize how sore and tired
she was until she got to the tree house and stepped
onto the platform. She looked around in astonishment at
the home - and there was no other word for it - that
had been made there. There were chairs, made from
branches held together with vine lashings, and a table
made the same way. Along one side was a storage
container system made from, of all things, metal! To
Penny's eyes it looked a lot like the metal they used
to cover the outside of an airplane. And, there was a
tub made from what was obviously the engine nacelle of
an airplane as well.
Jane went over to this tub and reached out to grasp a
short length of wooden pipe that went up and through
the roof. "There's a catch basin up in the upper canopy
that gets filled when it rains and warmed by the sun.
Let's get you a bath and you'll feel much better," she
pulled a fibrous plug from the end of the pipe and
water poured into the tub. Penny stood as though
riveted to the platform.
"I'm Jane Parker" Jane introduced herself as she got a
cake of the soap she made and put it on a small table
next to the tub. "And you are?" She heard a thud and
turned to find the beautiful blond woman unconscious on
the floor.
Julia Penelope Milton, third in her class at Oxford,
the woman who held in her hand the balls of Hoffington,
Burke, Jeffries AND Bedletter, barristers par
excellence, had fainted.
Jane cupped her mouth and gave her ululating call. Boy
came flying through the trees, swinging on vines,
within three minutes. When he landed on the platform
his mother instructed him to pick up the woman and put
her in the tub. He did.
"Did you have relations with this woman?" asked Jane.
"Relations?" responded a puzzled Boy. No one had ever
thought to discuss either birds or bees with him.
"Did you have sex with her?" his mother amended.
"Like you and father? When he lies upon you?"
Jane colored. "Yes," she admitted. "Like that."
"Oh YES!" her handsome son's smile was brilliant.
Jane blushed even deeper. "And she asked you to do
this?"
Boy heard something in his mother's voice that
suggested there was a right answer to this question,
and a wrong one as well.
"Well, it was night and we were in the cave by the
stream off that way" he pointed and she nodded. "And
the bats came flying by us and she was scared, so I
covered her with my body so they wouldn't touch her and
it just... sort of happened. So no, I guess she didn't
ask me to." He had simply answered her question
literally, leaving out the part where Penny told him in
no uncertain terms not to stop what they were doing.
Jane wasn't sure what to do. She had lived in the
jungle for a long time and had become accustomed to the
fact that survival often involved death. Sometimes it
involved death caused by her hands. If this woman
caused trouble...
Jane shook herself. Who could this woman cause trouble
with? She noticed that Boy was looking at her...
differently. He was staring at her breasts.
"Did she fight against you doing... that?"
"Oh no" said Boy, thinking he might get out of this.
"She seemed to like it very much. I think it hurt her
at first, but then it was OK. She held me very tightly
and we kissed."
Penny came up from a deep fog gently, like a feather in
a quiet room that is dropped and wafts back and forth
on it's peaceful trip to the floor. She felt warm. She
heard voices. She realized she was lying partially
submerged in warm water and then remembered one of the
voices. Jane. Jane Parker, the very woman she had come
seeking. The other voice was male. She cracked one eye
open and saw it was the boy. They were speaking in
English.
Jane said "So tell me about this woman. How did you
come to meet her?"
"Well," started Boy, and then, in typical teenage
fashion, he told about hearing her screams and finding
the trespassing Wanatu tribesman trying to eat her
alive. He glossed over the fight, knowing that his
mother didn't respond well to stories where there was
danger and he was involved in that danger too. Even
though he knew nothing in the jungle could actually
hurt him, his mother didn't seem to understand that and
worried.
He paused. "Where's father?" he asked. "I need to tell
him about the trespassing."
"He's out making sure you weren't followed." said his
mother. "He should be back any time. Go on."
Boy told her about letting the woman loose. "She pissed
herself when she was staked out and I approached her.
That's when I knew she didn't know who I was."
"And just why would she know who you were?" Jane asked
with a twinkle in her eye.
"Everybody in the jungle knows who I am," he said
proudly. "At first I thought she was retarded or
something. She talked funny, saying each word all by
itself, like she was reciting them. Then I realized she
thought I was stupid."
Penny flushed in the tub as he said these words.
"And she was very demanding and unpleasant. So I
decided not to say anything to her in English. I mean
if I did then she'd talk all the time and I wouldn't be
able to hear things as we walked, right? Was that OK
mother? I knew I had to bring her here."
Jane skirted the issue of whether it was all right to
lie to a woman and concentrated on his comment about
bringing her home.
"Why?" asked his mother. "I mean I'm glad you did. She
obviously has no business being in the jungle
unescorted, but why didn't you just take her to one of
the villages, so she could get back to civilization?"
"She had a briefcase. It was full of papers... legal
stuff. Your name was on some of them."
It was quiet. Penny cracked an eye open again. Jane was
sitting and staring off into the jungle.
"Where is this briefcase?"
Boy went to the edge of the platform and looked down.
"Down there by the base of the tree, where I left it
when we got here."
"Well, go and get it then!" barked his mother.
He was suddenly gone, as if he'd just dropped over the
edge to fall to the ground. Then, faster than Penny
would have thought possible, he was back, with the
stained and battered satchel. Penny knew she should
"wake up" now, and assert herself. Jane was obviously
going to go through the papers in the case. But Penny
had learned more in the last ten minutes than she had
in the previous two days, so she played possum a little
longer.
Boy held on to the case. "I think it's a will, mother,"
he said softly. "I think it's Grandfather's will. I
didn't take time to read it all."
"Oh no," said Jane Parker, her shoulders sagging. She
took the case from him, and put it on the table, but
didn't open it. She stared at it, like it was some evil
thing she didn't want to touch. Then her shoulders
shook and she straightened up.
"Quit staring at my breasts," she said to her son. "Go
and wash this woman off so that at least she's clean
when she wakes up."
Penny had to decide what to do now. If she "woke up"
she could resume her role as a barrister, and complete
her mission. If she stayed "asleep" the boy would bathe
her and she'd get to feel his strong hands running over
her body. For some reason she longed for that feel. She
decided to stay the way she was.
"Here comes father," said the boy.
There was a swish and the platform shook and rattled as
something heavy dropped onto it.
"Tarzan, my love," said Jane Parker in a voice full of
emotion. "Is all well?"
"Yes," he said simply, his voice deeper, but of the
same general timbre as his son's. "What have you
brought us Boy?"
"Mom will tell you all about it," said Boy. He wanted
to get on with his chore. He lathered up his hands and
placed them directly on Penny's breasts while his
mother repeated his story. He slid his soapy hands
across her chest and gently cleaned her throat and
cheeks.
Penny wanted to sigh. Boy's hands were so sure and firm
and they felt so good on her body. She heard Jane
telling Tarzan that she had told Boy to clean up the
woman before she woke up.
"But she's already awake," said Tarzan.
Jane turned to look at the woman, whose head was
lolling, eyes closed.
Tarzan went on. "Can't you hear her breathing? She's
not asleep."
Penny opened her eyes and Jane barked a laugh. "Well,
did you get an earful then?
Penny pushed Boy's hands away from her. It hurt her to
do so. She stood up, not knowing her cheeks and neck
were still soapy, and that she looked quite silly,
standing there naked. She held out her hand to Boy, who
took it and helped her out of the tub. She moved
regally, like she thought the Queen must.
"Good afternoon" she said formally. "I'm Penelope
Milton, of Hoffington, Burke, Jeffries and Bedletter,
of London. I have been dispatched to find you, Lady
Parker, to execute your father's last will and
testament. I'm sorry to inform you of his death. You
have been... incommunicado for some time."
Jane reached for a towel and handed it to Penelope. She
glanced at Tarzan, who was looking at the woman
curiously. He was NOT looking at her naked body. Then
she glanced at her son, who was looking at the woman
like a puppy looks at it's master. He WAS ogling her
naked body. And his penis was stiff again.
She sighed.
The proceedings went on as they might have anywhere,
except that everyone present was stark naked and they
were in an equatorial jungle. Business was conducted
and concluded. It appeared that Jane Parker had been
left a sizable fortune, which would need to be managed.
Jane would need to appoint a caretaker for all that
lovely money, which should, of course, be invested so
as to gain value. Commissions would have to be paid to
the manager, naturally, and Jane nodded, uninterested,
when Penelope Milton suggested that ten percent was the
'normal' fee.
They had talked for over an hour before Penelope Milton
thought to thank Jane for her reception.
Jane waved her hand. "We don't turn anyone away in the
jungle," she said carelessly.
Penny was startled. "But what it if was a criminal, or
tried to hurt you or something?"
"If he was a risk to health or safety then we would
simply kill him." said Jane, also carelessly. Her eyes
sharpened. "But we wouldn't just turn him away."
"Speaking of criminals, where did you find Miss Milton,
Boy?" It was the first thing Tarzan had said in over
an hour.
Boy closed his mouth, which had fallen open as he
stared at Penny's naked form. "It was over near the
border of the Luluas tribe," he said.
"And the cannibal was Wanatu?" asked Tarzan. "You're
sure he was Wanatu?"
"Yes father," groaned Boy. "You taught me how to
recognize the people of the jungle." He rolled his
eyes. "Why does it matter anyway?"
Tarzan's eyes glinted dangerously. "Because, Boy, you
and I are going to take his skull and weapons back to
his people, and remind them they are not welcome here.
If we can find them." he added as an afterthought.
"I took his knife. Will that do?" asked Boy.
Tarzan nodded. "I don't suppose you hung up the
carcass? That would make it a lot easier to find
again."
"I was sort of busy father. She was screaming and it
hurt my ears. Besides, all that noise was bound to
attract trouble," said Boy.
Penny jerked as she realized it was getting dark. She
also realized she was famished.
"Do you suppose you might have something I could eat?"
she asked meekly. Her job finished, she was again cowed
by being in the presence of a living legend.
Jane shook her head. "Where are my manners?" she asked
rhetorically.
Soon they were eating and then it was almost too dark
to see any longer.
Jane eyed Penelope Milton. "Are you... married Miss
Milton?"
Penny was glad it was dark. "No, I am not," she said.
"We have only two beds, Miss Milton. You may have one.
I assume you prefer to sleep... alone?"
Penny thought about that. She thought about it for so
long that Jane had to prompt her again.
"Miss Milton?"
"Please, call me Penny," said Penny, who was thinking
furiously. She knew she was perfectly safe here, and
that she could claim a bed and no one would mind. But
what had happened last night, in that cave, had been so
glorious and so wonderful. If there was any way she
could experience that again before she had to leave and
go back to civilization...
Jane had an idea what was going through Penny's mind.
"Would you feel safer if you did not have to sleep...
alone?" she asked.
Penny took the offered branch. "Yes, I believe I would
be more comforted if I were not alone."
Jane had to tease her. "Would you prefer it were I who
accompanied you? Or would you prefer a man? Tarzan, of
course, is not available, but I'm sure Boy might be
persuaded to... accompany you... if that would be all
right."
Penny flamed red now and was exceedingly glad for the
darkness. "Um... yes... I wouldn't want to keep you
apart from your... husband. If Boy would consent to
accompany me I would... like that."
Jane leaned close and whispered in Penny's ear. "This
is the jungle diary. Enjoy yourself." Then she kissed
Penny quickly on the cheek and took Tarzan's hand,
leading him to their bed.
Penny turned and said "Boy?"
"I'm here," came his voice. He approached and she
melted into his arms, feeling safe and secure.
Chapter 5
Tarzan held Jane close and stroked her, as he did most
nights before he mounted her and made love to her.
"What was that all about?" he asked as his fingers
played between her legs.
Jane spread her legs for him. "Our little boy found
himself a woman in the jungle... just like you did" She
kissed Tarzan and reached for his thick prick. "And he
did to her what you did when you found me," she jacked
his cock several times. "Like you're about to do to me
again."
"But won't they hear us?" asked Tarzan.
"I hope so," she breathed.
Penny was led through darkness to a soft bed, where she
willingly lay down with the young man who had saved her
life. She didn't wait for him to try to touch her. When
he got into the bed she climbed on top of him and
kissed him hungrily.
"I thought you didn't want to do this any more," he
said.
"I changed my mind," she said.
There was a moan that came from the direction of
another tree house.
"There they go again," sighed Boy.
She felt for his penis. It was inflamed and ready. She
notched it in her pussy and sank down on it gratefully,
releasing her own loud moan. His fingers found her
nipples and she moaned again as she rode him and let
herself enjoy the fabulous sensation of her pussy and
nipples being stimulated at the same time. This time,
as she rode through a gut tightening orgasm and heard
his rasping breath, she thought of babies.
"Give me your seed," she whispered into his ear.
He did.
***
Seven months later, the doors to the offices of
Hoffington, Burke, Jeffries and Bedletter, of London,
opened and J.P. Milton swept through them in triumphant
return. Her startling entrance was without warning, the
old men of the firm having given her up for dead long
ago.
Her entrance was both theatrical and eye catching. For
one thing she was dressed in a colorful caftan, with a
distinctly African pattern on it. Her hair was braided
in an intricate arrangement up on top of her head and
held there with carved wooden combs. She had in her
hand, a very battered and obviously hard-used
briefcase.
All in all, it was a magnificent entrance, and one that
the employees of Hoffington, Burke, Jeffries and
Bedletter would remember and tell stories about for the
rest of their lives.
Her entrance was enhanced, scandalously, by the fact
that she was heavy with child... seven months heavy, to
be exact. But she was one of those women who look
fabulous when pregnant, who bring to the loins of every
man who sees her the desire to make some woman look
just like her. And all four partners had dreamed of
making her look like this.
There was almost immediately an almost smell of male
resentment in the air as her bulging belly preceded her
fluid walk through the offices to that of Mr.
Hoffington himself. Everything was so unsettled by her
sudden and fantastic appearance that Hoffinfton's
secretary sat frozen long past when she would have
stopped someone from barging in on the senior partner
without an appointment.
Penny opened her battered and stained case, laid three
pieces of paper on Hoffington's huge oak desk and said,
"Sir, my assignment has been completed. Here is Lady
Parker's assignment of trustee for her fortune," she
pushed one piece of paper forward.
Hoffington took his pipe from his mouth and peered down
at the paper. "This assignment gives you full control
of that fortune," he grumbled. "This is very
irregular."
"And this," said Penny, pushing the other piece of
paper forward, "is my list of expenses. I had a bit of
difficulty finding Lady Parker."
Hoffington glanced at the figure at the bottom of the
paper. He grimaced. "We shall have to review these
expenses, of course," he said.
"Review them to your heart's content," said Penny,
putting her finger on the last piece of paper. "And
this is my resignation."
Hoffington was shocked. The firm would have taken half
her commissions as trustee of the Parker fortune. If
she resigned that could not happen. "Your
resignation?!" he barked, outraged.
"Yes sir," she said sweetly. She stroked her swollen
belly with both hands, pointing it at the married man
who had tried to get in her knickers. "I'd stay and
chat, but I have to catch a plane back to Africa.
There's a Boy there who I've become very attached to."
END
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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.
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