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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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