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.  There is a hint of Beastiality 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.

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   Jungle Virgins - The Barrister's Trial

   By Beating Off Bob (beatingoffbob@yahoo.com)

   Author's Note: 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. 
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   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 aservicable 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.  And, though 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 indestructable 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 Meeee" 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
smoulderingly 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 underestand 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.

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   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
dearie.  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.

   =================================================================

   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 magmificent entrance, and one that the employees of
Hoffington, Burke, Jeffries and Bedletter would remember and tell stories
about for the rest fo their lives.

   Her entrance was enhanced, scandalouosly, 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 preceeded 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." 


  
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