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Jane 2 by Waldo 2 All rights reserved by Author. Not to be read by minors or sold without explicit written permission of the author Chapter 1 - Home life 2 Chapter 2 - The Lost City Legend 15 Chapter 3 - Nasroi's Tall Tales 28 Chapter 4 - Kill the bastard! 45 Chapter 5 - The Waterfall 61 Chapter 6 - Acceptance of the new identity 74 Chapter 7 - Home at last 89 Chapter 8 - The barn 102 Chapter 9 - The letter 111 Jane by Waldo Chapter 1 - Home life From the upper window of his mansion, Sir Jerome Parker watched the unusually large party in the mansion's outdoor courtyard below his window. The mid-day party was to celebrate his only daughter's 18th's birthday. Or the birthday celebration was what the very beautiful and young Jane Parker was supposed to believe was the only reason for the party. While all of her exclusive Finishing School girlfriends and her relatives, as well as the communities social elite, were attending her yearly birthday party as usual, he had also found some way to invite the entire senior class of Cambridge University - the completely all-male class of 1889. All two hundred and twelve of England's most promising young men of tomorrow's generation were down in the courtyard. Some of them were destined as their natural birthright, to go on to become future leading English statesmen, following in their father's footsteps as they became the next generation of English politicians. Other young men, whose families weren't as well politically connected, would enter the scientific fields, becoming either doctors or architects or scientists or explorers. Most of them would return to live at their family estates, dedicating their lives to managing the large family estates that had typically been in their family for generations. Either way that their individual futures went, below in the brightly festooned courtyard were some of the most eligible single men in England - nay, below were THE MOST ELIGIBLE young Englishmen by Sir Jerome's very high social standards. He was convinced that Jane should be able to meet and find someone at this party that would satisfy even her very high personal requirements. If everything went the way that he planned it, the next time that Parker Manor hosted a large party, it would be to celebrate Jane's engagement. ****** "Jane, may I have the honor of introducing you to Harold Boswell the fifth, the eldest scion of the very honorable Lord Boswell, from Goswell County." The very beautiful and petite dark-haired young woman turned to face the properly dressed handsome young man that her older male cousin was introducing to her. Holding her fan demurely at her side as she had been taught in her Finishing School etiquette classes, she curtsied while the tall, handsome young man bowed as expected during formal introductions between proper young English gentlemen and ladies. Finishing her curtsy, she held her dainty wrist out, allowing the young man to step forward, and bow again as he lightly kissed the back of her china-white hand. After the formal introductions were completed, Jane smiled as she asked "Is your father_.?" "Yes. If the 1892 English elections go the way that my Father predicts, he will become the next Prime Minister of England. He'll move into Number 10 Downey Street while I stay at the estate, managing the beautiful estate that I'll eventually inherit." The young man replied in a rather haughty tone as he boasted of his father's current dreams. "Sounds very exciting. I wish your Father success." Replied the young woman as she adjusted her large, billowing skirt slightly and adjusted her parasol to keep the sun's damaging rays from touching her china-white complexion. She turned to walk slowly through the large courtyard garden, knowing that the young, dapper-dressed young man would accompany her as she strolled through the small groups of young people that were standing around the large garden talking. She knew her father had an ulterior motive - such as finding her a future husband - to inviting the twenty-some young women from her Finishing School and the two-hundred-plus young male aristocrats, in addition to her usual gaggle mixture of cousins and close friends. The additional new guests made the party somewhat more stuffy as they observed the expected formalities but it also made a ten to one male to female ratio. She wasn't upset with her father's actions although this wasn't what she would've preferred for her birthday. She knew that her father was worried that she would become an old maid - after all she was eighteen and wasn't even engaged yet. Jane was too much of a modern woman for her father. Instead of sitting home and working on her quilts, Jane preferred to sneak down to the horse stables and find a spirited steed that she would gallop across the rolling fields at breakneck speed, riding a man's saddle instead of the more normal ladies sidesaddle. She would hike her skirt up on the pommel to get it out of the way and prod the horse to run at breakneck speed as she guided the horse across her father's large estate. Or she would go down to the nearby river that flowed near the mansion and swim - as if she was a commoner. She had made herself something that she called a bathing suit - using pictures from an American catalog - and she would spend hours wearing that scandalous and revealing swimming outfit while she swam in the nearby river. Or she would spend all day hiking across the fields and bogs, returning home in the late evening, very muddy and tired from her strenuous exercise. It had only been in the last two-three years that her father had been able to convince her that proper women didn't wear pants and that ladies - especially ladies of his family - didn't work with field hands in the garden estates. If she wanted to get her hands dirty, she could work in her flower garden. Pulled from her reverie, Jane nodded to a giggling Sarah and Saddie who were surrounded by about ten young suitors. Both young women were obviously enjoying the attention of the young men. Saddie was her cousin and Sarah was her current best friend. She'd met Sarah in the Finishing School and her father had encouraged the friendship, as he attempted to push Jane and Mary Beth further apart. Mary Beth - like Jane - had been born and lived all her life on the Parker Manor Estate. Only Mary Beth was the daughter of the cook and one of the gardeners. She was one year older than Jane and was the person that Jane's father blamed for Jane's errant ways. Mary Beth had never been schooled in the proper manners expected of a woman - after all, she was only the daughter of a cook. Mary Beth was a tall, large-boned woman with a broad face, long blondish-red hair that she wore up in a proper bun, freckles, and had the heavy breasts, wide hips and long legs of her mother. Tipping the barn scales at one hundred and ninety pounds, the nineteen year-old six-foot-two-inch tall maid looked very intimidating in her starched black and white maid's uniform. Her wide shoulders and tall heavy body made her look like she could whip any man, while her actual demeanor was quite the reverse. She was a very tender and gentlewoman that wanted nothing more than to be the mother to a house full of kids. But to have kids, there has to be a father. So when a twelve year old Mary Beth first worked out the components of what it took to get pregnant, she began flirting with men - not for sex, but because she wanted to get pregnant. Over the years, Mary Beth had shared with Jane all of the details of her various lovers - she'd had five different men since her first man at twelve. Jane's father had forbidden Jane to talk with Mary Beth since that time that a fourteen-year-old Jane slipped out of the house at night and went to the local tavern with Mary Beth. When Jane's father learned that his only daughter had been seen in the local tavern dancing with local farm hands, he'd become extremely angry. He'd fired Mary Beth's parents and only recanted their dismissal when Jane promised to stay away from Mary Beth and to attend the Finishing School that she'd repeatedly turned down before. While Jane attended Finishing School to become a proper young lady, Mary Beth was given intensive moral's training by the local priests and only allowed to return to the Mansion as a maid with the understanding that she had to live a very chaste lifestyle or be permanently prohibited from the Mansion. Jane's attention was pulled back to the present when Sarah winked conspiratorially at Jane before returning her attention to the young man who was expounding his personal views as to why America would one day ask Britain to take the former colony back. Although Sarah's hand was spoken for, she was permitted to partake in the festivities, which were conducted under the clear oversight of the many chaperons that Jane's father had so thoughtfully provided. Sarah was the type of daughter that Jane's father wanted Jane to be more like - the proper young lady. Sarah liked to sew, experiment with the newest fashionable hairstyles, cook fancy dinners for her family, bake cookies for the church, and practice her piano and flute music. Unlike Jane, Sarah was engaged to a young man whom she would marry when he returned from his military assignment as an officer in Her Majesty's Service in India. Sarah had met the man on her fifteenth birthday and become engaged the same week, promising to marry him when he returned from fulfilling his military obligation in India. Jane kept asking Sarah how she could love a man that she'd only spent a total of ten hours in his company two years ago, which was shared with their ever-constant chaperon. Sarah explained by discussing the man's ancestors and his future place in London society once he returned from his current military officer's position. Jane asked about love, about knowing the person that Sarah had committed her life to, and Sarah responded by listing the man's pedigree again. "__.. and after I finished Eton, my father wanted me to attend a law school. But as I told dear old dad, England has enough lawyers. I convinced him that he should allow me to practice medicine. So after I finish my medical training, I'll return to the family estate as Lord and Master. But enough about me, am I boring you?" the young man asked as they scrolled beneath the upstairs windows where Jane could see her father watching the festivities as he smoked his cigar. "No, I find your story very interesting. Please continue." She suggested politely, as she tried to think of some polite way to get away from him. He smiled down at her. Everyone smiled down at her because of her very small body. Jane was a very petite five foot two inches tall and weighed only ninety-eight pounds. Her perfectly proportional body was slightly top heavy and her slender child-like waist looked so small that a lot of men imagined that they could encase her waist with their hands. Jane's small petite body was the same size as Mary Beth's body when Mary Beth was only nine years old. Even with her natural small waist size, Jane was forced into wearing a corset under her dress because slender waists were the fashion statement of the decade. "I'm very interested in someday being the Dean of a Medical School. I've always wanted to teach, ever since I was twelve when I__." He rambled on as they walked. ****** Sarah was holding her teacup above her saucer, her little finger sticking up as they'd been taught in the Finishing School. Beside Jane on the living room couch, Saddie was finishing her review of the different young men that the three of them had met during the afternoon party. "He was such a bore. Honestly, Sarah, I felt like choking you when you suggested that he join us for tea some afternoon. All he could do, was talk about his uncle and how the Queen had said or did this with his uncle. You'd think that his uncle was the only person that the Queen ever talked to." Jane piped in, trying to hide the sarcasm with her sugary tone "But Saddie, the three of us girls know that your father approves him to be your suitor. If you don't honor your father's wishes, you may miss marrying the most eligible bachelor in the world." "Jane!!! How dare you say such a thing? You've just about given your poor dear father a heart attack by refusing to choose anyone. After all, you're getting to be a rather - shall I say - aged person who still hasn't found her Mister Right." She giggled, amused at her own wit. The door opened and all three hushed for a second. A maid pushing a cart filled with fresh tea and cookies entered the room. Sarah continued her rating of the different young men as the maid replaced the half-empty teapot and began serving the cookies as she refilled the three women's teacups. When the maid handed Jane's small plate of cookies to her, Jane glanced at the maid and slightly arched her eyebrows in a silent greeting as she said "Thank you, Mary Beth." The maid's head nodded imperceptibly as she refilled Lady Jane's teacup and curtsied to her mistress. The other two women were laughing over Sarah's all-knowing description of one of the young men's fingers, about how thick and long his fingers were. As the maid left the room, Jane laughed also; not really sure why she was laughing but knowing that it was expected from her. ****** Her father was sitting in his private upstairs study, enjoying his customary after-dinner brandy and cigar. All of the guests had left and Jane had just thanked her father for the wonderful party. He had quizzed her about the young men "Had she meet anyone that she would like to meet in an appropriate social settings? What did she think of the young Boswell? Did Saddie behave herself?" She had done her dutiful daughter routine, telling him as much as she dared about the many young men that she had met that day. Then she had begged to turn in early - it'd been a long and tiring day. She'd gone straight to her room and undressed, being very happy to get out of the large and uncomfortable billowing skirt and other lady's unmentionables. Then she slipped into a simple cotton dress that her father didn't like to see her wear - one that was comfortable instead of fashionable. One that he permitted her to keep and wear only within the privacy of her room. She spent a moment brushing her hair and staring at her delicate china-white facial features. She opened a drawer, removing the small bag of makeup - makeup, which her father prohibited her from wearing because he thought that unmarried women who painted their faces were common sluts. She spent a few moments adding a little color to her high cheekbones and a little red to her lips then extinguished the candles within her room, as if she'd turned in for the night. Instead of going to bed, she tiptoed down the hallway to the Servant's staircase, which led her down to the empty kitchen. She slipped out the always-unlocked door and across the patio to the gate that led to the barn. She entered the large and dark barn, walking to the back of the barn, where the storage room was located. A glimmer of light escaping through a crack guided her to the storage room door, behind which she could hear someone talking in a low voice. She opened the door, causing the voice to cease. Sitting on haybales, were Mary Beth, a twenty-four year-old French maid named Dominique, a gardener named Jack that was the same age as Jane, and a forty-year-old horse groomer named Harry - her real friends. All employees of her father. Jack held up a glass, which Jane knew would be full of whiskey stolen from her father's liquor cabinet today. The servants enjoyed her father's parties because it gave them the opportunity to re- direct excess food and some of the better liquids to their hidden stockpiles. Mary Beth hugged Jane as she whispered "Happy Birthday." Jane laughed "Did you ever see so many pompous asses in one place? God help this country if they're the leaders of tomorrow. Harry, pour me a glass of that shit." Harry handed her a filled whiskey tumbler, which she downed with one quick gulp. Staring at the empty glass, she loudly declared "The men got to drink this good shit while the ladies had to sip on tea. I almost picked up one man's unguarded glass but I knew that Father was watching from his window. He would die if he knew that my virgin lips had ever tasted this demon brew. If I were a boy, he would've introduced me to its delicious taste as part of my twelfth birthday - my coming-of-age birthday. Instead he had Aunt Jessica tell me her confused version of the birds and bees story which is supposed to somehow reveal the truth about sex. If only the old biddy had known that I already knew that story, she'd had a heart attack." As Harry re-filled her tumbler, Jane sat down on a haybale and picked up Harry's pouch of tobacco. She expertly licked a cigarette paper, poured some tobacco onto the paper and rolled the paper into a cigarette. Harry struck a match and lit her cigarette. She leaned back against a hay bale, blew a cloud of smoke into the air and held up her refilled whisky tumbler as she declared "I think that you know that this is the birthday party that I preferred. Thanks for being my friends and understanding what I have to do to please the old man." Harry called "Cheers." and each of them downed their tumbler of straight whiskey. Jane spread her legs in a very unlady-like position and enjoyed another deep lung-full of cigarette smoke before continuing "Did you see that one asshole that monopolized me all afternoon? I tried everything to get rid of him except to tell him to go get fucked. If he wasn't talking about how great his daddy was, he was talking about how much greater he was going to be someday. When we were in the midst of a group, I even stood close to him and released a small silent fart, then looked at him as if he'd done it; hoping that I could embarrass him so that he stayed away from me. But he apologized to me as if the smell was coming from him and kept talking his silly garbage. God, I hope that he's got a dick underneath those expensive trousers, because he surely doesn't have a brain in his head. How can father expect me to marry someone that self-centered and un-worldly?" Jack laughed and started making an imaginary stroking motion as if he was masturbating "And I expect his lordship is lying on his silk sheets at this very moment, thinking of how much he impressed you. Glad that I'm not the one who'll have to clean his bed in the morning." Mary Beth put her hands under her large breasts, lifting them and pressing them up to form a larger exposed cleavage as she exclaimed "The lordship in question, kept staring down my dress as I served him. He like's boobs so he's got some redeeming qualities. Some of those other `gentlemen' seemed to prefer each other's body to my body. There was one flaming faggot that kept waving his handkerchief as if he was the Queen of England." Jane laughed loudly, the cigarette dangling from her red lips "I know which one of the pompous bastards that you're talking about. When I was introduced to one of his school friends, he smirked as if he knew that I wasn't any competition for his handsome friend's companionship. As soon as I finished my mandatory `how-the-fuck-are-you' introduction, I moved on while the little faggot rushed in to make sure that I hadn't contaminated his `special friend.' And the future Lord Boswell does like to look at women's breasts. He kept standing close to me and sneaking surreptitious glances down my bodice as if he'd never seen a perfect set of tits before." Harry raised his glass in a toast "I second that. You've got a perfect set of tits, second only to my wife's tits." Jane thrust her chest out and declared in mock anger "I've seen your wife's boobs. That's an insult to me and a fantasy for your wife." Harry replied in a solemn tone "It's been four or five years since I've last seen your tits, so my memory might be failing. Why don't you show them to me so I can re-evaluate you?" "Don't do it. He's only trying to goad you so that he can get a cheap thrill. Next, he'll next start telling you how he can trim a woman's pubic mound hair so that it's a perfect heart shape. The old bastard's only interested in getting to look at some real pussy. We know that his wife's cut him off again." Groaned Mary Beth as she lit her own cigarette. Jane laughed as she held her glass up to respond to Harry's toast "Truce. We're too good friends to fight among ourselves. A toast to good friends that know when to fuck with each other and when to respect each other's boundaries." After each of them emptied and re-filled their whiskey glasses, Jane's voice turned serious as she looked at each of her good companions "I'm sorry that I couldn't have the birthday party that I really preferred - here with you, my good friends. You don't know how much I appreciate your friendship. And I have some bad news, which I've been hiding from everyone because I didn't want anyone to try to talk me out of it. So I've save it for this moment. Tomorrow morning, I'm leaving." Jack jumped to his feet "Leaving? But why?" "I'm unable to continue being my father's daughter - or rather being the daughter that he wants me to be. If I stay here, I'll be married within the year to some pompous ass starched shirt that I don't love. A marriage arranged by my father who thinks that he's doing the best thing for me, ignoring my personal desires. My father thinks that I'm going to London to do some shopping for a week, but I've really booked passage on a boat to France, where I'll board a tramp steamer to Africa." Mary Beth's lips curled in a snarl "Africa. There's nothing but naked savages there and snakes. I could enjoy the naked savages but snakes is a different matter." "I know and that's why I going there. Reading my magazines, I've decided that France is much too civilized and America doesn't have any more wildernesses to explore. I want to go somewhere where women don't wear hoops under their skirts, where men don't dress formally for dinner, and where I can learn what it's like to be free. Some place where I can ride a horse without being looked at because I'm not riding sidesaddle. Some place where I can smoke a cigarette in public if I desire. Some place where I can swim butt-ass naked if I so desire. Some place where I can meet a real man instead of all those phony assholes who think that manhood is dependent upon birthrights. So I'm running away from my home to search for my dreams. I've made arrangements to join a safari where I'll travel into the darkest jungle to explore territory that only men have seen before. To get that deep into the jungle, I've accepted a job as secretary to the safari leader where I'll record our journey's accomplishments. I'm going to do some of the things that I want to do with my life before I'm forced to marry and bear some stuffed shirt's children." Mary Beth gave Jane an all-knowing nod "Aye. I've watched you grow up with me over the years. I've been allowed to do some of the things that I wanted to do because of my low station in life, while I've watched you suffer when you tried to get the same limited experience. I've seen you cry because you couldn't row your boat instead of practice your piano. I've seen your father get angry over men who would make you a good husband just because they didn't have the proper ancestors. I know where you're coming from and I wish you luck. I wish that I was going with you, but as you know, Jack's waiting for his uncle to die. When his uncle dies, Jack will inherit his house and ten acres of farmland. If we're still happy with each other at that time, we'll get married and fill that little farmhouse with our children. Think about us as you travel and take care of yourself." ******* Jane closed her diary and put it into her steamer trunk. The latest entry was dated four months from the entry where she'd described her two very different birthday parties and departure from Parker Manor. Since then, she'd filled several pages of her diary, with her travels from England to Africa where she met Sir Walter Desmond, the leader of the Safari that she'd accepted employment with. He'd been a little angry when he'd discovered that the J. Parker that he'd hired through the mail stood for Jane Parker instead of John. She'd been lucky because he wasn't able to find a replacement and had to take her along as his assistant. He allowed her to wear khaki pants and a blouse as they traveled during the day but insisted that she change into something more appropriate for the afternoon tea and dinner. They would sit around a portable table every evening, being fanned by the natives to keep the bugs away, as Sir Walter expressed his daily evaluation of that day's travels. Jane's job was to listen to him and record his thoughts in a journal that Sir Walter planned to present to the Queen. He was very impressed with Jane's vocabulary and skillful recording of his profound thoughts. In other words, she was writing the journal using her words and descriptions but he was claiming credit for her writing. She had grown quite fond of the older man, frequently being so personal as to advise him to trim his handlebar mustache when she noticed food residue among the thick whiskers. He confessed that he'd grown the thick handlebar mustache when he started planning this safari because "all jungle explorers" have handlebar mustaches. His mustache was quite thick because he had heavy facial growth that he shaved every day. Between his bushy eyebrows, his handlebar mustache, his daily stubble growth, and his khaki clothes, he looked like the explorers that she'd read about in her magazines. Following their normal camp rituals, as soon as they closed up his journal for the day, they would sit around the campfire talking. At first he chastised her when she used the word `damn', but after awhile he enjoyed being able to talk to her as if she was a man, so he permitted her to use any swear word except `fuck'. That word was too powerful and crossed too many social barriers for his very strict upbringing. He'd also been somewhat upset early in their travels when she pulled out a tobacco pouch and lit a cigarette one evening as he smoked his evening pipe, but as she pointed out to him, what harm did it do for her to enjoy that one nasty habit? He permitted her to smoke as long as there were no other people in the camp - savages excluded. Anyone who knew the former Lady Jane Palmer of England's Parker Mansion wouldn't recognize the new explorer Jane Palmer. Her exposed life-long pale-white skin had been burnt and then tanned by repeated exposure to the hot African sun, giving her face a new healthy looking copper-tone glow. Gone were her long billowing dresses that were stored at the base camp, with only two dresses packed into her trunk for emergency social functions. She wore either khaki trousers or khaki shorts that revealed her golden tanned legs up to her mid-thigh and a khaki blouse that frequently clung to her breasts when she was soaked during the sudden cloud bursts. Gone was the mass of curly hair that was formerly perfectly curled by a hot iron every morning; the hair reverting back to its normal natural straight style. The hot sun, frequent showers and rugged jungle life had taught her that the most practical hairstyle was the common ponytail or braided pigtails tucked up into her hat. The several months of hiking through the jungle had toughed her body and built strong legs that could walk all day long. As per their usual evening custom, they were sitting around the evening's roaring and bright campfire, enjoying their individual cigarette or pipe smoke-induced mild euphoria's when Jane saw the golden eyes for the first time. As usual, both of them were constantly aware of the jungle's wild animal sounds and Sir Walter had his loaded hunting rifle sitting beside him, as was his custom. In the dark jungle brush, they could hear the distant coughing of a large lion as it hunted its dinner and the other normal jungle night sounds. Jane observed the glimmer of the golden eyes of some animal just outside the flickering light of their campfires and pointed the eyes out to Sir Walter. They were both watching the eyes and trying to figure out what type of animal it was with their guesses varying from `a big cat' to `a big snake'. So it surprised both of them when an almost naked white man with golden eyes stepped into their camp. Startled at the unexpected boldness of their uninvited guest, Sir Walter reached for his loaded rifle as Jane slowly stood up to stare unafraid at their unexpected visitor. The young man's broad shoulders, tall muscular body, light mat of chest hair, lean waist, long solid legs, handsome face and thick head of hair wasn't the first thing that she stared at - it was the small loincloth that covered his waist that attracted her attention. His body was the first almost naked white body that she had seen since that time that she saw her childhood friend Jack swimming naked in the river. She'd seen so many naked black men since she arrived in Africa, that seeing a naked man was so normal now that she didn't stare at anyone's genitalia after the first cursory glance, unless the man had an exceptionally long or thick cock. But a white man dressed as a naked savage was new to her. Glancing up at the man's face, she was somewhat embarrassed when she realized that he knew where she'd been staring. He walked straight to their campfire, giving Jane the opportunity to notice that he was young - about her age - and was a white man although he was dressed as naked barbaric as the native porters. His skin was darkly tanned because of many years of exposure to the sun. Except for the small loincloth around his waist and a large knife in a scabbard attached to his loincloth, he was completely naked. He strode barefoot toward their campfire, walking as majestically as if he was the King of the Jungle and they were his subjects. He was tall - a little over six feet tall. His body was perfectly proportional with wide shoulders, narrow waist and hips over massive thighs. His muscular body showed that he'd worked hard all of his life instead of playing golf as so many of Jane's former English suitors - who pretended that swinging a golf club at a ball was adequate exercise. His chest was covered with just enough dark curly hair to be interesting to the young woman who had never seen a man so perfectly built or comfortable at being this naked. The young handsome barbarian stood just on the other side of the campfire, holding up his hands, letting the fire's light show that he came in peace. Then his deep baritone introduction was a simple "I'm Tarzan." Chapter 2 - The Lost City Legend Sir Walter continued to hold his rifle, not sure what to think of this naked white savage. He felt somewhat intimidated by the young man's appearance and attitude. After all, normal people didn't walk around the jungle dressed like that and without a rifle. Rising to his feet so that young man didn't seem as tall, Sir Walter cradled his rifle as he removed the pipe from his mouth "I'm Sir Walter Desmond, on an exploration expedition authorized personally by Her Majesty, the Queen of England. Welcome to my humble camp. This is Lady Jane Parker, my assistant. Now sir, why are you dressed like one of the savages?" A brief smile gleamed exposing a full mouth of white teeth as the young man replied in a deep but gentle baritone voice "Because I am one of the savages. I've lived all my life in the jungle and dress this way because normal clothes have a tendency to be destroyed as I live my life the way that I've always lived." "Is Tarzan your first or last name?" asked Jane, a little pique over this unknown, white person dressed like a savage, who just waltzed into their camp uninvited. He was very lucky that Sir Walter hadn't mistaken him for a wild animal or a thief and accidentally shot him. He turned slightly and bowed to acknowledge Jane's presence "You have keen eyesight. I noticed that you saw me before I really entered the fire's light. My name isn't Tarzan, but it's the only name that the natives have called me for so many years that I came to accept it as my real name. It means `white savage' in one of the local native dialects and I've become used to it being my only name. I've run across other people out here in the jungle who are also known as Tarzan for various reasons. My real name no longer means anything to me so I accept the name as if it was the name that my parents gave me at my birth." Before she could reply to his answer to her question, Tarzan turned back to Sir Walter "The jungle drums say that you're looking for The Lost City. I came to warn you that it doesn't exist and I suggest that you stop wasting your time looking for it and risking your lives entering dangerous tribal lands. You're only two days from Momgua territory and they don't like strangers. They especially don't like white strangers." Sir Walter's rifle made a soft clicking sound as he released the safety switch. Turning slightly so that the barrel was pointed more directly at Tarzan, Sir Walter asked, "Why are you here trying to warn us away? Is it because we're getting close to this place that you claim doesn't exist?" Tarzan's face never quit smiling as he responded "The jungle drums also describe the beautiful young lady. If she hadn't been here, I would've allowed you to continue and to meet whatever destiny is reserved for you. But I came to warn you that she shouldn't be here or accompanying you any further into the territory. Now that I've warned you, it's on your conscious. Good- by." Tarzan turned and walked back across the clearing into the dark jungle as Sir Walter stared at his departing back. As soon as he blended into the jungle foliage, Sir Walter issued a sharp command to the native bearers that resulted in them grabbing their spears and forming a guarding circle around the camp. Jane asked, "What is the Lost City?" Releasing the safety from his rifle, he responded "It's an ancient city. Some say it disappeared about the same time that Atlantis disappeared, while other's say it's a more modern city. Either way, it's rumored that this city is built on a gold mine that can make the finder rich. I know that you think that we're just wandering about the jungle, but I'm actually following a map. A map drew by someone who saw the city and lived to return to civilization. I think the city exists and that's why I'm here." "If your map-drawer saw the city, why isn't he rich?" "You wouldn't understand. A lot of men don't always have the strength or force of will to accomplish tasks. I have that personal strength and I'm determined to find the mine, to claim it as my own with the help of my bearers and to return to England as a very rich man." ****** Now that the real reason for the safari was exposed to Jane, a lot of the camp gear made sense. There were some explosives, a lot of weapons and some of the bearers looked more like mercenaries than explorers. For the next week following Tarzan's visit, Jane's private diary entries every night noted her rapidly increasing dissatisfaction with her role in this safari. It was one thing to explore, but another to be planning to rob and pillage a village of its native treasures. Every evening since then, they had sat around the evening's campfire discussing what Sir Walter planned to do if they found the long-lost village and Jane was now convinced that he would do whatever it took - even commit murder - to claim the Lost City's treasures. She still didn't know or care if it really existed. She just knew that she didn't want to be there when and if it was found. She made up her mind to leave the safari at the first possible moment. After Tarzan's visit, they had skirted around the Momgua territory until today. That's when Brad Johnson and his men joined the expedition. Sir Walter had given orders to keep the same camp for the last three days and each day, he'd marched off with a small group of natives leaving her in the camp. He'd returned early today and had paced the camp perimeter smoking his pipe as he stared into the brush. Then just before dark, Brad's safari of about forty armed men joined them. Brad Johnson was a swarthy, balding, overweight constantly sweating man that had a very obvious cruel streak. He'd been on his best behavior ever since his armed band of mercenaries joined Sir Walter's team, but something about him seemed so slimy and dangerous to Jane that she stayed away from him. He reminded her of someone that her father had fired one time for whipping a worn-out horse to death. Upon Brad's arrival, the normal camp-life changed. Instead of a quiet dinner at night, Sir Walter and Brad sequestered their selves in the large tent and whispered as they conspired over their plans. She quickly recognized that there was a dangerous side to the gentle Sir Walter that she hadn't recognized before. A side driven by greed. The next morning, the camp quickly packed up and headed straight into the Momgua territory. Brad took control of the bearers and forced them to cover twice the normal distance before he stopped to set up camp. He refused to allow campfires to be built so there was no warm food or relaxing after dinner discussions. Instead everyone but the guards turned in early to rest for another hard day's march. Per Brad's unusual orders that everyone sleep in their clothes, Jane was almost fully dressed as she slept in the privacy of her centrally-placed tent, a loaded pistol by her side. The pistol was more to protect Jane from her companions than from the unseen inhabitants of this section of the jungle. Jane was awakened during her sleep by a weird cry. Jumping to her feet, she slipped on her boots and rushed out of her tent to discover a crowd forming around something. Pushing her way through the crowd, she saw a bent-over Brad examining a native guard whose headless body was lying on the ground. Sir Walter saw her at the same time as she passed out. ****** When she woke up, she was surprised to find herself on a stretcher being carried by some of the native bearers as the packed-up safari wound its way through the jungle that was barely visible from the faint light of the sunrise. One of the bearers helped her to her feet as another one of the bearers went forward to find Sir Walter. He returned quickly to admonish her "Don't wander from the guards that's been assigned to you." "What happened to that man?" she asked, still feeling weak from seeing such a cruel death so close. "It was a warning to turn back. A warning that we've obviously ignored. We're continuing deep into Momgua territory and we're not going to let those stupid natives scare us." ****** The campfires were lit that night because there was obviously no need for secrecy now that their presence was known. Jane noticed that the guards were doubled around the camp that night. The next morning, there were no deaths, but they were short almost thirty porters who'd silently disappeared sometime during the night, reducing their total force to less than one hundred total. That day, they discovered another headless body tied to a tree in the middle of the trail that someone recognized as a former porter - one of the deserters. That night, Brad and Sir Walter alternated being up all night to keep the bearers from disappearing, but they still lost over seventy people whom deserted somehow during the night. The remaining safari of sixteen people discarded a lot of gear, taking only what was necessary - guns, ammo, food, water and Sir Walter's small trunk of maps and journals. Even Jane was pressed into service to carry food and ammo, leaving behind her small trunk; being permitted only to carry her personal diary. They pressed forward, refusing to stop for rests until everyone was almost exhausted. That's when the attack occurred. A lead scout fell over dead as the spear penetrated his chest. Jane dropped her pack and ran for shelter - a big tree. As she reached the tree, a painted native stepped out from behind the tree and clubbed her with his club. ****** Jane's head hurt. Everything hurt, but her head hurt the most. Her throat was dry and her lips felt parched. Ignoring her pain, she opened her eyes, discovering that her arms and legs were bound and that she was in a native hut. She tried to sit up but the way that she was tied prevented her from getting into a comfortable position. She humped the floor as she turned and rotated only to discover that another similarly tied prisoner was quietly watching her. He whispered "I think that they're all dead. It was a trap and they massacred us. It's only me and you." She recognized him as one of the guards that joined the camp with Brad. She whispered back "What about Sir Walter?" "I saw him run back down the trail with a painted Momgua right behind him. He's probably out there in the jungle with a spear through his back." "Can you untie me?" He shook his head no then whispered "They broke my fingers when they captured me." Their discussion was interrupted by someone lifting a tent flap and saying something in a language that she didn't understand. Then two men entered the hut and roughly picked her up from the floor, carrying her by her arms. She was dumped on the ground as if she was a sack of potatoes. A foot gingerly slipped under her chin and pried her face up. Staring up at the bright sun, all Jane could see was the outline of the foot's owner. Then a woman's voice asked, "Do you speak English?" Squinting into the sun, Jane was able to see that the voice's owner was a young black woman. Through her parched lips, Jane grunted "Yes, please help me." The woman replied "I'll do what I can but you're going to have to tolerate a little more punishment first before I can you to a safe place." The woman switched languages and began talking to someone that Jane couldn't see from her facedown position. As Jane listened to them talk, she could tell from her limited knowledge of African languages that the woman was haggling with some man over the ownership of Jane. Finally the woman's voice changed to English again "You were expensive - one pig. Just relax and wait because I can't leave until tomorrow. Until then, you're still their prisoner." She was carried back and dumped in the same dark hut. Only this time, she was all alone. They left her alone overnight, tied tightly with nothing to eat or drink. She allowed herself to pee on herself because she couldn't hold it back any longer. The next morning, someone came into the dark hut, cut her ropes, and handed her a bowl of gruel. She wolfed the gruel down while her unknown benefactor waited. When she dropped the empty bowl, her female benefactor said in English "The Momgua were going to kill you but I purchased your freedom. You belong to me - Understand? You show me the proper respect while I lead you out of here or the Momgua might not honor their portion of the bargain." The woman's strong hands lifted Jane's chin as the woman slipped something around her neck, then she fumbled with a buckle. When she was finished, she gave a little tug on a rope, almost pulling a very weak Jane off her feet. The woman repeated Jane's instructions "You come where I lead and don't say anything or look at them. I don't want you to accidentally insult anyone as we're leaving." Jane was led out of the hut, motivated by strong tugs on the rope that kept her moving. She paused for a second to stare at the dead body of the other prisoner lying beside the entrance to the hut but the sharp tug of the rope kept her going. The woman led Jane through the center of the village and down a path to a river where they climbed into a canoe. The woman handed Jane a paddle as she whispered "Keep it up for another twenty minutes until we put some distance between us and them. Then I'll stop and let you clean up some." Jane was weak and could barely hold the paddle, much less wield it correctly but somehow she found the strength to do as directed. It was with a lot of relief that the woman directed the prow of the canoe into shore about twenty minutes later. The woman unfastened the leash around Jane's neck, leaving the leather collar still in place "Keep this on and I'll have to put you back on the lease until we're really out of here. Get in the water and clean yourself. You smell like you shit in your britches." Jane fell in the water and just floated, letting the flowing water clean and refresh her. For several minutes, she just relaxed, feeling a little strength come back. She turned to stare at her benefactor - a young woman that could only be described as a black amazon. The woman's natural skin color was dark, not black like the Momgua natives. She was tall for a woman - close to six feet tall, slightly broad-shouldered, and had very long legs - legs that were strong and muscular like a man's legs. Her long dark hair was braided into pigtails festooned with bright ribbons. Her clothes were a simple mid-thigh skirt and a leather halter to support her breasts. Her lower arms were covered with a leather wrist guard. Around her waist was a short belt, which supported a scabbard- encased knife and a small leather bag. Jane asked, "Who are you?" The woman responded "I'm Laywan, a chief of the Thrudds. Whether you like it or not, you're now a member of the Thrudds. The Momgua territory completely surrounds our small village and we are allowed to come and go only as they permit." "I'm Jane Parker. My father is rich. If you can just get me to a large city, I can make you rich." Laywan laughed "What good is riches in a jungle? Can your money buy me a longer life? Better air, a good husband or remove this scar from my leg? Rich is a state of mind." "How did you learn to speak such perfect English?" "If the Momgua don't kill their captives, we buy them and adopt them into our tribe. Over the years, we've become a multiple language tribe because of the large number of English captives that have come to live with us - thanks to the warring nature of the Momguas." ****** Laywan did most of the paddling for the rest of the morning while Jane rested. Then they stored the canoe on the riverbank and started climbing a steep trail that quickly carried them up into the mountains. As Laywan walked up the mountain in front of Jane, the worn-out Englishwoman couldn't help but stare at the Amazon's muscular legs that were almost constantly at Jane's eye-level as they climbed the steep trail. Jane had seen so many naked women since arriving in Africa, that the sight of a woman's naked body no longer startled her. But this woman's semi-naked body was different because of her strong athletic build. Her lean body was the result of constant exercises, not dieting like Jane's friends did back home. The ebony's woman's body glistened with a light coating of sweat that further highlighted her muscle definition as the woman easily climbed the steep trail. Behind her, Jane admired the beautiful muscles her new "owner" possessed in her legs. Just looking at the very prominent hamstrings, Jane could tell that the woman had a lot of power available and ready whenever she needed it. Once when Jane was gasping for breath from her exertion, Laywan turned to face Jane and began flexing her quad muscles up and down to stretch out the muscles while she waited on Jane to recover her breathing. Jane could only stare at the expanding quads as they jutted out like a runner's muscles, recognizing that her own legs looked weak and undeveloped compared to her new friend's legs. They walked until just before dark when they reached a campground. A very weak and tired Jane didn't resist as Laywan tied Jane's hands and feet so that she couldn't escape while Laywan slept. The next morning, they continued their journey, reaching a steep cliff just before dark. Again, Jane was tied during the night. The next morning, Laywan guided Jane to a small trail along the face of the cliff. For hours, they walked a very narrow trail, hugging the cliff face until they reached a narrow rope footbridge across a chasm. When Jane reached the other side, Laywan said, "You're now in Thrudd land. That bridge is the only way in or out. Don't ever attempt to escape because we'll catch you." They went up and down more cliff faces until they stood on a small cliff overlooking a green valley with a beautiful river flowing through it. Laywan pointed to a small clearing, declaring "There is my home - The Lost City." ****** The next two days were a blur for Jane. They allowed her to rest because it was obvious that she was exhausted from her ordeal. They gave her a small hut and she spent most of the time sleeping. Laywan spent some time with her, telling Jane about the Thrudds and the Lost City. The Lost City really existed. It was in a mountain valley where there was only one way in - the rope bridge which was tightly guarded by both tribes - and two ways out - the rope bridge and the waterfall. The river flowing through the valley eventually ended in a four hundred-foot waterfall that flowed into the jungle below. Laywan noted that some people had survived going over the waterfall but most people didn't. The Lost City got its name because a former mountain trail collapsed, leaving the inhabitants trapped for almost a century before they found they could build a rope bridge at a certain point and get out. By that time, the residents were used to their privacy and new self-reliance. Where they had been descendants of the Momgua tribe, now they considered themselves to be a separate tribe. When they re-established relations with the Momguas, both tribes recognized each other's individual sovereignty. The Momguas didn't want the Thrudd's remote lands and the Thrudds enjoyed their isolation. There was a gold mine, but it didn't produce as much gold as Sir Walter imagined. Most of the gold had been removed over two hundred years before and now the mine didn't produce enough to make it worth mining. And the majority of the gold that had been removed had been used to trade with the Momguas or stolen by escapees. Yes, escapees. The Thrudds had early recognized that the isolation could produce too much in-breeding with such a small village, so they used the time-honored custom of raiding other jungle villages to obtain new villagers of breeding age. But the truce with the Momguas prevented raiding the Momguas tribe and other tribes were too far away. Their problem was resolved when the Momguas offered to give the Thrudds first choice on any captives that the Momguas didn't kill or want for their own breeding programs. The eight or ten people every year that the Thrudds brought back to their village were more than enough to provide the genetic difference to support their tribe's long-term existence and to give the tribe an understanding of world-wide changes. Over the last two hundred years, most of the people brought back to the village were either English, Spanish or Portuguese explorers, thus the reason that most of the current villagers were light skinned and spoke multiple languages. The Thrudds were unique because all of the village elders or chiefs were women. Apparently something in the water caused most babies to be born female and the females were normally larger and stronger than the men were. In this tribe, the women were the warriors and the men were the food preparers or farmers. Most of the men who were born in the valley were Jane's height while most of the women were Laywan's height and general build. Any male that was over five foot four inches had probably been born outside the valley. There were currently about sixteen hundred men and women in the tribe, with about seventy-five men that had been born elsewhere. Jane was the first white woman although there were about thirty black women who had entered the tribe through similar circumstances. And that's why Jane was there - to be the latest addition to their breeding program. Laywan told Jane that she would learn to love the new life. She would be assigned a different lover each month until she became pregnant. After her baby was born, she would again sample a different lover every month and repeat the cycle until she had born five babies by different lovers. Then she would be free to select and marry a husband if she desired. Until she had five children, she had to have a different lover every month, even if she fell in love with one of her lovers. Jane asked Laywan why she wasn't married. The response was "My blood is the blood of thousands of years of our village forefathers. I can only marry an outsider. And I have chosen my mate although he hasn't acknowledged my selection. He doesn't live in the Lost City and only visits us occasionally. When he visits the next time, you'll see why I lost my heart to him." Jane laughed at the irony of the situation. She had fled her father's estate because he wanted her to marry a young man of his choosing and to basically provide him with many grandchildren that he could be proud of. And here in the jungle thousands of miles from her home, it appeared that her destiny was to be a mother also. ****** She lost her virginity on the third night in the village. Not by her choosing or by her willing participation but because it was so mandated by the tribal council. Because she was a virgin, they awarded her as if she was a trophy to a male that was one of their top farmers. Laywan told her about the tribal decision then left her with two women whose jobs were to make sure that she didn't run away, that she was properly prepared to meet her new mate and that the de-flowering took place. The women shared their dinner meal with Jane as they talked about the decision but Jane didn't notice that a small herb was added to her meal. Twenty minutes after dinner was finished, a very complacent and happy Jane was more than willing to do whatever the women suggested. The women escorted the very glassy-eyed Jane to the river and bathed her, throwing away the clothing that she'd been wearing ever since her capture. They gave her some new clothes very similar to what Laywan wore but without the weapons. They also gave her some clothes that they laughingly described as "bedtime clothes". They washed, brushed, and combed her hair, decorating her hair with flowers and beads. Then they left a very warm, happy and slightly drugged Jane in her hut, waiting for her first man. Jane wasn't too thrilled when she woke up the next morning and saw the naked man sleeping beside her. She remembered everything that they had done together but it had seemed like a faint dream. Everything seemed so fuzzy but normal from the moment that the man entered her hut. She remembered welcoming him to her hut with a kiss and undressing each other before she proudly guided him to her bed. She remembered touching his throbbing manhood and enjoying the feel of the hard, heavy cock growing in response to her gentle touch. She remembered stroking his hard cock and seeing the look of pure satisfaction on his face as she played with him. She remembered guiding his very hard cock to that very private part of her body that she had protected for so many years - her vagina. She remembered the burning and hurting as he entered her, then remembered how the burning changed to a different type of burning - a burning where she couldn't get enough of him. She remembered the wonderful series of orgasms that accompanied her migration from virgin to womanhood. She remembered his energy-less collapse on top of her after he pumped his hot load deep into her and how she fought to keep him hard, to keep him thrusting into her as she begged for more. She remembered how they both fell asleep exhausted, his semi-flaccid manhood buried inside her. Pushing the memories aside, she slipped out of bed and examined herself as tears flowed down her cheeks. Was she pregnant? How could she tell if she was pregnant? Her legs were sore from the repeated pounding by his body and her breasts hurt from his repeated sucking and squeezing. Her dark mound of pubic hair was matted with his dried cum and there were bruises between her legs. She grabbed her new clothes and quickly dressed, then headed to the river to cleanse herself, leaving the man still asleep. The man whose name she didn't know. She undressed and dived into the river naked, letting the water cleanse her body and mind. When she finally felt clean, she dressed in her amazon short skirt, leather halter, and leather boots. She returned to her hut to find that the man had cleaned the hut before leaving. Later in the morning, Laywan talked to her but Jane didn't want to talk to Laywan or any of the other damned women. The most important possession of her life had been taken away from her and given to a complete stranger. All of her life-long romantic daydreams where she found the perfect man and they rode off into the sunset, had been destroyed. When the two amazon women came to prepare her for her second night to be the man's bed companion, Jane refused to cooperate with their friendly requests. She refused to eat or drink anything, knowing that was how they drugged her the previous night. Then the two women showed Jane that if necessary, they would use their superior force to gain her compliance. Jane fought them but their much larger size and greater strength quickly overpowered her, even though she fought like a trapped wildcat. She spat out the drug that they stuffed into her mouth, but they had a trick to get her to swallow some of it. Twenty minutes later, a more calm and slightly drugged Jane gladly accepted the full dosage of the drug, then let her new friends guide her back to the river for the evening cleansing. It was the same man in bed beside her when she awoke the next morning. She crawled out of bed and sat naked on the floor in the corner of the hut crying. Her sobbing woke him up and he slipped out of bed, pausing only long enough to grab his clothes before he slipped naked out the hut's door. Five minutes later the two amazon women entered the hut, carrying a glass of water. One of them softly commanded "This will take the hurt away. When you don't need it anymore, we'll stop it." Jane's shaking hands eagerly accepted the glass, knowing that it contained one of the mysterious drugs instead of water. She turned the glass up, drinking the liquid the same way that she used to drink her father's stolen whiskey - bottoms up. Five minutes later, the smile had returned to her face and she felt happy. She willingly accepted her friend's directions to visit the river and to clean her body. Then she returned to her hut and spent the rest of the morning in a semi-daze. At lunchtime, she eagerly accepted a second glass of the "happy water" as she called it. After her dinner and third, more powerful glass of "happy water", she was sitting in her hut waiting on the man. Her body was burning and itching for him. She felt a strong desire for him and couldn't wait for him to enter her hut. When he stepped into the hut, she attacked him with a passion that she didn't believe possible. She made love to him two long times before he rolled over to go to sleep off his exhaustion. She slipped out of bed and stared at the spare glass of "happy water" sitting on her shelf - the drugs that helped her overcome her reluctance. Standing naked in the center of her hut with her body coated with sweat and drying cum, she eagerly drank the glass of "happy water" then climbed back in bed beside the already sleeping man. As the "happy waters" warm buzz began flowing through her body, she sought new ways to entertain her man. She gently convinced him to roll over on his back so that she could stare at his cock that was just as asleep as the man. Not knowing what she was doing, she let her lips drift down his body until her lips were touching his shriveled cock. She remembered Mary Beth telling her about doing this to a man once. Chapter 3 - Nasroi's Tall Tales At the end of the week, there was only pure water in her glass, but Jane acted the same as if was full of the mysterious drug that they called happy water. As soon as the man entered the privacy of her hut at dusk, she attacked him with the same fierce passion as she had when she was drugged. The combination of drugs and sex had awakened a strong passion in her that had to be satisfied - the passion of sex. She now realized that the main reason that she had cried the first couple of times, was because this wasn't the way that she intended to lose her virginity. She also learned the man's name - Mogu. During the day, she enjoyed her new freedom. Yes, it was freedom because she was allowed to roam freely through the village or jungle as long as she fulfilled the role that that the tribal elders had assigned for her. It was freedom because there were no stuffy dress codes telling her what to wear. It was freedom because she was a woman - a member of the ruling class of the tribe. Even though she was a captive, her gender gave her more freedom than any man in the village. It was freedom because the women treated her as an equal. She enjoyed the freedom of going naked if she desired, letting the sun tan her body; knowing that somewhere in England, her cousin Saddie was struggling as she slipped into the crinoline skirt and hoops that the English society demanded from its young women. She enjoyed the freedom of sitting on a high cliff face and feeling the wind blow through her hair. She would leave the hut in the morning with a big smile on her face and strike off on her own, exploring the valley. As her legs became stronger from the weeks of strenuous hiking, she began pushing her body harder. She ran across the flat valley floor, enjoying the thrill of long distance running. She swam the river, enjoying the freedom of swimming naked or diving from the cliffs into the pools. She climbed the cliff, enjoying the danger of the steep cliffs, using her new muscles to pull herself to the cliff tops. She challenged the Amazon Warrior Women to foot races to test her speed and endurance against theirs. She practiced their warrior training with them, using their weapons, and quickly learning how to handle a spear and a knife. She enjoyed the adventure of climbing on top of an elephant and guiding the huge beast across the valley floor. She hunted with them, enjoying the thrill of participating in a boar kill with Laywan one day and the next - killing her own boar with only her spear as the sharp-tusked pig charged her. She enjoyed the freedom of her new life. By the end of the first month of living with the Trudds, there were more physical and mental changes in her. Anyone that had known the civilized Jane of the last several years wouldn't have recognized the new Jane. She proudly wore the short skirt and leather halter of the Amazon Warrior Women. Or she just as proudly walked around the village baring her perky breasts the way that most o