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Variations on a theme
VARIATION 9: IN CONFLICT 43
CAPTURE 2
9A. 43
9B. 44
00. 2
9C. 46
9D. 48
VARIATION 1: CRIPPLED 3 9E. 50
1A. 3 VARIATION 10: GROUP MEMBERS’
1B. 5 CONTRIBUTIONS 52
1C. 5
1D. 6
VARIATION 11: BROTHERLY LOVE 58
VARIATION 2: COMPLICIT 7 11A. 58
11B 59
2A. 7 11C 62
2B. 9 11D 63
2C. 10 11E 66
11F 69
11G 71
VARIATION 3: STRIPED 12 11H 74
11I 76
3A. 12 11J 78
3B. 13 11K 80
11L 82
11M 83
VARIATION 4: TETHERED 15 11N 85
11O 86
4A. 15
4B. 16 THE BEACH 88
4C. 18
12A. 88
VARIATION 5: INVADED 20 12B. 89
12C. 91
5A. 20 12D. 92
5B. 21 12E. 93
5C. 22 12F. 95
5D. 24 12G. 96
12H. 97
12I. 98
VARIATION 6: BACK-TWIST 25 12J. 99
12K. 100
12L. 102
6A. 25
THE END 103
6B. 27
VARIATION 7: MOCKED 29
7A. 29
7B. 31
7C. 32
7D. 33
7E. 34
VARIATION 8: CHILD’S PLAY 36
8A. 36
8B. 37
8C. 39
8D. 40
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DIY Tarzan story
Capture
Here’s an attempt at a novel approach to
Tarzan story-telling. The DIY Tarzan-tale. 00.
Build you own story. Like kids’ building It took only a split second for him to be on full
blocks. Lots of variations, lots of alert. But that was too long. It was the sudden
opportunities for the reader to customise their tightness of her hand on his stomach that
Tarzan story. whipped him suddenly out of his sleep.
Instantly he sensed danger like a prickling on
All stories have a beginning, a middle and an the skin. The gasp in her voice whipped his
end. This story has one beginning and one face protectively towards her.
end. And lots of middles. The new tale has He and Jane had coupled for the first time.
started with Tarzan being taken prisoner by an Late into the night, they had explored each
old enemy. It ends with Tarzan facing an other’s emotions and bodies until tired and
awesome challenge. exhilarated. And pleasurably sore from his
exertions, he had fallen into a blissful sleep. It
And in the middle, well, … the reader has a had taken him days before he had found the
choice. In fact, lots of choices. There are a courage to make a move. He had longed for
number of variations in Tarzan ordeals given, nothing else since he had found her
9 possibilities are offered so far. Readers can shipwrecked on the shore. He’d felt all the
insert in the middle section just one variation time that irrepressible tingle in his own loins at
of their choice. Or you might insert 2 or three. the thought of lying with her. But somehow, in
Or you could go for them all. Or add your awe perhaps of her beauty, he had held
own. himself in check.
And then he started to sense it from her, for
Personalise your story. Decide for yourself days he’d felt the strong attraction in him from
what you want your kind of Tarzan to endure. her. But somehow, he’d still held back,. In
Just how many and what sort of challenges do wonder at her splendour. Until it broke, until
you want your own personal hero to neither could contain themselves any more.
withstand? Tailor-make him for your tastes. That first clutch had been animal-like, later it
Do you fancy Tarzan facing brutalising had been tender. Varying, wild and
punishment from vicious foes? passionate, gentle and searching. And all-
Tom can work over his abs consuming. Deliciously exhausting.
Or someone could concentrate on his groin
What about Jane being forced to torture him? Protectively Tarzan’s eyes flashed open
What about forcing tears of humiliation? towards her. And beyond her Tarzan saw men
Alternatively there’s always the threat of rape brandishing spears towards them. She was
Or you might be inspired to write and insert looking over his shoulder, her face full of fright.
your own variation. Tarzan made to leap up. But suddenly the
On the other hand, you might like to sketch cold tip of a spear was against the back of his
out your own scenario for the lord of the neck. He held still, slowly he turned his eyes
jungle. Some one else might like to write it up. and saw another man, hefty, eyes burning with
determination. Standing over Tarzan, spear
If you do have ideas, please let us know. raised to thrust it at his stomach. And closer-
Interactive Tarzan story-telling. Eat your heart by another had his speartip pressed into
out, ERB. Tarzan’s neck. Slowly he lowered his
shoulders back to the earth. His hands balled
And the final chapter, Tarzan’s life-threatening into fists by his side, ready to attack. The
challenge, is one of the most gripping I’ve ever spear blade pressed to his throat. Tarzan’s
attempted. body lay still, all tension. Breathing lightly, in
slow deep pants, every sinew on alert.
Have fun!
Rendszeretlen Then over the back of a warrior appeared a
head. And Tarzan knew. Kwami had come for
him. Years later, resentment still burning,
Kwami had come for him. They had found him
in a moment of vulnerability The Mtwala had
found him slumbering after a night of love and
captured him.
Kwami sneered down at Tarzan pinned down
by a spear in his throat, other men poised to
attack.
“Get the woman!”
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Tarzan moved to protect Jane. But the spear over
his stomach pressed his back to the earth, the Variation 1: Crippled
blade in his neck nicked the skin, a small trickle of
blood running down his flesh.
1a.
A warrior grabbed Jane and yanked her to her “Let her alone, Kwami. It’s me you want”,
feet. He dragged her over to the chief’s son who Tarzan shouted out.
turned her to face her Tarzan pinned to the Kwami’s man dragged Jane over to the chief’s
ground. Tarzan shouted out threatening, lips son who grabbed her by the back of her neck
curling into a snarl. and turned her to face her Tarzan pinned to
“Give me no trouble, apeman, and she’ll come to the ground.
no harm”, Kwami, the chief’s son snapped. “It’s you we want. And it’s you we’ve got.
He thrust his hand at her shift and a hand
Tarzan glared back, his eyes flickering over to squeezed hard on her breast. Jane cried out
Jane’s terrified face. Then he nodded to Kwami, in shock and pain.
giving in. For now. And your woman will make sure you behave”,
Kwami answered back with a sneer.
“Let her go! I’m warning you!”
Tarzan jerked to rise, balled his fists but more
spears threatened his body back to the earth.
“Harm her, Kwami - and I’ll rip your throat
out”, Tarzan threatened.
Trembling with anger and anxiety for Jane,
struggling with the temptation to wrench the
spear out of his throat at any cost, Tarzan
threw an angry glare at Kwami. In response,
Kwami’s tongue licked up the side of Jane’s
neck. She shuddered in shock, Jane tried to
squirm away in fright and disgust. Tarzan felt
fury leap to his throat. Then suddenly he knew
to control himself. Tarzan knew Kwami was
taunting him. If he gave trouble, it would be
Jane who’d pay. He was incensed with Kwami
for using Jane. But a retaliation from Tarzan
only seemed to spur Kwami on. Tarzan
breathed deep, took another concerned glance
at Jane’s terrified face. He’d take it – for her
sake - whatever, Kwami had planned. If
Tarzan held back on his defiance, Kwami
would turn his attention back to him. Jane
would be safe. He took a deep breath to
restrain himself. His eyes shot back to Kwami,
still full of anger. Then Tarzan have a short
nod, agreeing not to cause trouble. Deciding
not to put Jane at risk.
“So be it. Over on your front, apeman”, Kwami
ordered.
Tarzan glanced over at Jane once more, gave
her a reassuring nod. The chief’s son still held
her in his grip, one hand around the back of
her neck, the other clamped painfully tight on a
breast. Her face was written with terror, barely
breathing, no idea what was going on.
Slowly, Tarzan rolled slowly over on his front,
every nerve still on alert, poised, ready to
attack. The speartip re-appeared, this time
Tarzan felt it pressed against the back of his
neck. Another cold tip of metal touched him in
the back of his thigh. A stab in his leg would
impede any chance of fight. Nevertheless his
instinct was still to resist the hands that
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grabbed him by his wrists. He had no choice. For Kwami nodded at one of his men. He was big
Jane’s sake Tarzan submitted to the hands pulling and hefty, heavy rounded shoulders, broad
his arms behind him, his wrists crossed over each back. And in his hand a thick stick. Too late,
other and tightly bound with rope. Tarzan realised what was happening. With a
deep rush of air, powered by a loud grunt of
“Drag him over here”. effort, the warrior swung the stick and smacked
Hands grabbed Tarzan by each foot, lifted them. it in the sole of Tarzan’s bare foot.
Tarzan grunted in protest as mocking they Unprepared, Tarzan jerked into the air, his hips
dragged him on his front over the clearing. He shot off the ground, a wave of heat shot the
had to raise his head to stop his face from being length of his body, the surge crashed in a
scraped on the rough ground. But the gritty earth sharp burst of pain from his throat. Tarzan’s
still tore harshly at his chest as he was pulled fists tied in his back knotted into a tight ball, his
along. Legs dropped, still face down on his front, whole body taut with pain. Rapid jagged
Tarzan quickly lifted his head to check on Jane. panting thudded in his chest. He blinked a
He noticed quickly they’d dragged him under a shocked tear from his eye.
tree. Then a foot roughly stomped on his neck
and ground his face into the grit. Again he caught sight of his attacker twisting
his whole back into the next swing. Tarzan
Kwami stared down at the body crunched into the was twisting protectively off the earth almost as
dirt under his foot. They were sick and tired of the stick smacked in the base of his foot,. But
this apeman’s meddling. The Mtwala were a there was little he could do. The stick caught
warrior tribe, they’d always lived by raiding, their him on his bare exposed sole. Pain lifted
riches came from conquering. But always this Tarzan’s back off the earth in a contorted
apeman showed up, inciting tribes to rise up and spasm, twisted him up on his shoulders. Pain
rebel. Talk of freedom from Mtwala oppression. jammed his mouth tight closed in an orgasm of
Rescuing slaves. And then there were those shock. A jolt slammed his hiss of pain into the
personal scores to settle. Between him and the back of his teeth. His torso, rigid with shock,
apeman. By the end of the day, they’d be even. shook, pivoted up on his shoulders, his face
creased with pain, the muscles in his stomach
From above him, Tarzan heard Kwami’s voice. turned to stone.
“The slavers have offered a good price for you,
apeman. Sick of you muddling in their trade. Tarzan collapsed back to the earth. Again and
Dead or alive, they said”. again, hefty shoulders slammed the stick into
Kwami added with an evil laugh, “What a choice!” his bare foot. Careless of the grit clawing at
His tone changed. Harsher. With no trace of his back, his ears ringing, deaf to the cries
humour. from Jane behind, Tarzan spun up on his
“You have cost us dear, apeman. Today you’re shoulders. Driven by searing pain. Each
going to pay. Settling scores once and for all. crippling blow sent flashes crackling up his
Everyone’ll glad to see the back of you”. legs, lifted his back off the earth, twisted him
Kwami’s foot ground Tarzan’s face into the dirt. with biting pain. Jolts of lightning cut up every
“But first, a little fond farewell”. nerve from foot to knee. Heat swamped his
torso in waves of fire. Kwami’s henchman
The foot lifted off his neck. Tarzan grunted at the ruthlessly whipped at the soft flesh in his foot.
kicks in his side till they rolled him over on his All his weight, all his determination to beat a
back. Above him, he saw two ropes dangling cry out of his captive. Repeatedly, agonisingly,
down together off an overhead branch. At the end , continuously. One foot after the other.
of each a noose. Again his ankles were grabbed. Slamming searing pain up Tarzan’s legs,
Instinctively Tarzan resisted when a foot was ripping blistering agony through his body. The
inserted into each noose and the knot pulled tight angry welts across his sole swelling, each
trapping them. A few kicks in the side reminded burning blow catapulting Tarzan into a
him of his agreement not to cause trouble. He backward arch in the air. Tarzan heard
watched with concern as the ropes were pulled up nothing but searing pain exploding in his ears.
and tied off with his feet in the air about waist Each blow drowning out his spluttered cries
height. that burst into the morning air.
He breathed slow and deep, the gritty earth At some point, the beating stopped but his
digging into his back, eyes fixed all the time on suffering continued. A searing agony burned
Kwami standing gloating beyond his feet. Then Tarzan up. His head shook wildly from side to
with a quick twist of the head, Tarzan checked side. Sweat-drenched his torso, his chest
Jane, standing behind his head, face contorted pounded for air, arms bound under him knotted
with worry, still closely guarded. against the furious throbbing, his trapped
hands bunched into fists against the blazing
Kwami’s mocking voice brought him back. pain. He’d not run on these swollen, burning
“Just to be sure you’re not planning to run away feet. He’d not put up a fight on agonised soles.
…”. Tarzan squirmed on his back, raging fires
devouring him from foot to knee.
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************ **********
1b.
Eventually Tarzan got his breathing back down, 1c.
but occasional loud rasping breaths still broke Water splashed in Tarzan’s face. He gasped
through a taut-open mouth. Without hands, in surprise. His tongue instinctively searched
Tarzan had to shake tears of pain from his eyes. out the liquid to feed his parched mouth, to
Determined to get some control back over the quench the burning fire in his raw throat.
scorching in his legs, he breathed in deep. Hard. Tarzan was ablaze in torment and pain. His
Slow. He felt like burning torches were held body lay in the dirt exhausted in his sweat and
against his soles, searing the skin under his feet. panting through the hurt, his feet still caught
The raging storm in his ears abated slowly, but his trapped off the earth in the nooses. Sweat
fists underneath remained crunched together lathered his body, the dirt clung glued to his
against the burning in his feet. Through bitter back. Through water-streaked eyes, Tarzan
tears of pain, Tarzan saw Kwami watching him could no longer make out Kwami relishing his
closely, observing with relish every moment of his agony. He was locked inside his own burning
suffering. hell behind a red-streaked bleary curtain where
liquid fire consumed him from foot to groin. His
And his attacker, his stick discarded, stood with head span dizzy with his suffering, no longer
his hands wrapped around Tarzan’s feet, palms hearing the knuckle-biting crying from Jane
covering Tarzan’s insteps. Then, without warning, behind. Alone in his torment, burning alive
Tarzan was lifted up by his feet, his back dragged from foot to waist. Lost to the world, unaware
scratching over the gritty earth, his hips pulled off that the beating had stopped. Till the water in
the ground. And rock-hard thumbs dug into the his face brought Tarzan back. Shook him with
battered flesh in the arch of his foot. Despite a start. Back with a jolt to the agony of his
himself, Tarzan cried out in pained shock. reality.
Brutalised tissue in the soles of his feet were
attacked by thumbs gouging and grinding into his Suddenly, hands were on his ankles again.
battered flesh. In pain, he lifted himself up on his Strong shoulders lifted him with a grunt off the
shoulders to escape the fiery agony that ground. Strong hands hauled on his burning
screamed in his bruised foot. Protectively he feet dragging his back through the grit till only
kicked with his knees, but the thumbs dug in his shoulders were touching the ground. And
deeper, harder, more painfully. A long jagged cry till coarse hard hands spread his feet wide
of hissing pain was twisted out of Tarzan’s apart. Instinct screamed at Tarzan through his
writhing torso. delirium and pain. Screamed at him to be
Up on his shoulders, flashes of indescribable pain alert. Warning him of danger. Something was
shuddered and spiralled down through Tarzan’s coming, more punishment, more pain. He
legs. His whole body trembled. Iron claws held forced himself to focus, to steel himself,
his feet in an inescapable crush. Gouging, nothing with Kwami would happen without
digging, rock-hard thumbs setting his nerves on reason, with causing him hurt. But that searing
fire. Tarzan’s head dug into the dirt writhing and pain was eating away at him, blurring his
rolling, broken groans of pain gurgled in his throat. thinking, dulling his senses. Torment sent a
Deaf to the sobbing behind, deaf to Jane pleas for powerful tremor through his body, diverting
them to stop. him, slowing his reactions. Crushing his
instincts between arms of muscled anguish.
Pain ravaged at Tarzan’s body. Lost to the world, He was exhausted with the agony in his legs,
lost to anything but the crippling pain stabbing at burning alive with fires that seemed to devour
his whole body. Lost to the fact that the gouging his very being.
in his foot had stopped. Or that the attacker had
picked up his stick again. Lost to the sound of the Kwami watched his man raise the apeman on
next whoosh cutting through the air. Jane cried his back till only his shoulders dragged in the
out when the first strike shot Tarzan without dirt. Dramatically, Kwami’s eyes locked on his
warning off the ground. She bit at her knuckles victim to catch the moment when the apeman
when a spine-chilling cry of shock shot out of her realised. The attacker spread the apeman’s
lover’s tortured body. She watched as pain drove legs. Kwami watched his kinsman’s chest turn
him twisting up on his shoulders. A cry of solid with the lift, his arms bulge with the
blistering pain twisted Tarzan round on his apeman’s weight. And then he bent his leg
shoulders. Held him up in the air, rigid with between the apeman’s legs pushing his big
agony, his back in a frozen twist, till released from bare foot into the captive’s groin. The apeman
the juddering spasms of pain ripping through his went taut with surprise. Kwami saw the
torso. Again, repeatedly, pain slammed into the instinctive look of fear flash in his eyes. A
arch of his foot. Continuously agony sent sizzle of pain quickly wiped the shock off his
crippling flashes up his legs. Tarzan’s groans of face. Tarzan gave a sudden groan of fear as
pain turned to hoarse ragged shouts, twisted out the large foot dug into his balls. A long grunt
of him by a torment that sent him writhing, - like a of effort broke from the warrior who began
wounded animal agonisingly thrashing in the dirt. pulling the apeman up in the air. A hiss of pain
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leeched from the captive as the attacker’s knee squatting by his waist rejoicing. A conqueror
straightened. The warrior’s thick muscled thigh victorious over his spoils. Tarzan felt his heart
pushed, crushing his foot down into the apeman’s leap, his blood boil, his spirit raged with
balls. Tarzan’s legs was being pulled up by defiance. Gut-wrenching agony threatening to
powerful arms, while tree-trunk legs were pushing overwhelm Tarzan. But he still found the
him down by the crutch. Tarzan’s groin the strength to endure, his spirit still flared angrily,
agonised breaking point in-between. Being his will to beat this pain was still burning bright.
squeezed, being crushed. Crunched in a muscled The resolve to pay Kwami back.
tug-of-war. “So here begins the apeman’s final march. On
crippled feet. With aching balls,” Kwami
The apeman cried out. A long broken cry as his mocked. “On hands and knees, he crawls
balls were slowly crushed under a foot spurred on forwards to his destiny. His end. An end
by his cry. Tarzan was being stretched both ravaged in weakness, agony. Hopeless
ways. His legs pulled up, his balls crushed down. despair”.
His crutch taking the pressure, bearing the brunt
of an agonisingly slow muscular duel. A large foot Tarzan curled his lips back from his teeth into a
grinding down into the apeman’s balls, his legs snarl. A snarl of defiance. Kwami was wrong.
pulling him hopelessly up in the air. With a grunt his fighting spirit not yet crushed. His animal
of exertion, Kwami’s warrior again forced muscle strength came storming back, his manly
power into his legs, drove iron into straightening assurance bunched fists for the fight. His pride
his knee. The apeman’s body went rigid with the thudding in his guts, his strength not yet spent.
pain, his face twisted at the grinding pain. His Anger welled up within him. Anger at this
balls crushed into a vice of muscular power. torture. At this wilful abuse of the woman he
Tarzan’s back arched backwards, his head loved. Incensed that Kwami was using Jane to
pressed shuddering into the earth. The vice-like blackmail him. He was terrifying her. And
crunch dragged long ragged cries out of him. what had she ever done to Kwami? Hopeful
Kwami’s faithful kinsman wishing only to please he would come out of this alive, Tarzan knew
his chief’s son. Seeking only to extract every bit in that moment he’d pay Kwami back. The
of agony out of Tarzan’s groin. time would come. He was forced to wait his
time. But his moment would surely come.
************ Then Tarzan went rigid. He briefly heard the
whoosh of the stick cutting through the air.
1d. Somewhere behind Kwami. Tarzan suddenly
Gloating Kwami had hunkered down right by his shot up with the shock of a blow shooting
apeman’s waist to take in this display of aching crippling pain into his legs. Another searing
pain. His man had released the crush on the blinding pain that threw his head back into the
apeman’s balls. Tarzan lay in the dirt, head dirt. Shot his hips off the ground. A blow into
shaking, his legs still up in the air, still trapped in battered flesh that punched an unwilling cry out
the nooses. He’d bent his body t forward, his of his throat.
shoulders forced off the earth, hands pressed
between his thighs in an attempt to nurse the His eyes closed in pain, his head rolled on the
screeching ache in his groin. Kwami watched dirt. Another whoosh, unheard in his writhing.
close-up with a glow of satisfaction the twists of Tarzan’s hip thrown upwards off the earth. A
pain that creased Tarzan’s writhing face. Before cry came flashing off the stick, a sharp bawl
the apeman had robbed Kwami of that slave girl, wrenched from deep in Tarzan’s gut. A split
she’d been perfect for just one thing. But Tarzan second later, another crippling blow to his foot
had taken her. It was fitting the apeman should hurled Tarzan’s back into the air, ramming him
feel Kwami’s loss in the same place. up on his shoulders. Pain jammed Tarzan’s
head back onto the hardened earth. The
On his signal, the apeman got more water in his agony in his foot catapulted him up twisting on
face to revive him. With a cry Tarzan spluttered his shoulders.
out of his pain-numbed trance to come face-to-
face with his tormentor again. Shudders of pain Wave after wave of agony slashed through
shook his whole torso, the claws of agony him. With blow after blow, cry after cry was
scratched their message across his face. The wrenched out of his shuddering body. A
burning in his feet, the agonising crush in his bewildering vortex of crippling pain twisted
groin. Intense heat swelled with the deluge of Tarzan in a whirlpool of gut-wrenching cries.
liquid fire in his legs. The fist-clenching ache that He was beyond thought, beyond defence.
ate at him from his balls into his guts. Then, Repeatedly his world exploded in his head.
shaking the tears of pain out of his eyes, Tarzan Crippling force in his feet twisted his hips into
saw Kwami’s eyes meet his. Triumphant. the air in cries of agonised shock. Kwami
Taunting. Crunched to sadistic slits. At once watched a trickle of sweated pain sizzle down
Tarzan’s chest pounded to take control of his Tarzan’s cheek. His feet were on fire. His
pain, a flash of anger sparked in his glare. He crutch screamed out its pain. Kwami smelled
looked up angrily, his eyes spat at Kwami
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the sweat of agony that hung on the air, thick and
cloying on that captive torso. Variation 2: Complicit
The apeman’s past antics had cost him dear. And 2a.
today, he would pay with his life. The pain that Tarzan felt himself shaking with anger.
flared in the apeman’s balls, the fires burning in Nothing would stop him from exacting revenge
his feet were but nothing to the agony that would on Kwami for the way he was mis-treating
eat him alive before the sun rose the next day. Jane. There he was still mauling her, his hand
tight into her neck, another clawing hard at her
breast. That soft breast Tarzan had claimed
The mighty apeman! Brought to his knees by a the last night, covering it with a thousand
pain in his foot! And when they dragged him to kisses. There was a spear still pressed
his feet to start his final journey, he’d cry out in against Tarzan’s throat, another aimed at his
agony. Each step he took he’d take in dread. stomach. But he’d have risked everything if he
He’d tremble at the thought of putting his foot to could have got his hands round Kwami’s
the ground, shrinking from the biting pain that shot throat.
up his leg. The world would see the lord of the “Give me no trouble and she goes unharmed”,
jungle snivelling, shaking with fear as he put one the chief’s son warned him. There was a cold
foot in front of the other. Spewing out his pain as edge to his voice.
he staggered on, flashes of pain crippling him,
knees turning to water. Face twisted, sweat It had been months since that latest incident
drenched, tears flowing. The apeman would know with Kwami over the slave girl. But there had
only the horror of suffering until he screamed in been many times Tarzan had gone rescuing
terror in the dying embers of the day. captives from Mtwala raiding parties, saving
men and girls from being sold for slaves.
Another slash sent Tarzan pivoting on his Losing the Mtwala wealth. Now it seemed
shoulders, crushing the strength in his body, they’d come for him. And Kwami didn’t play
twisting him on a sea of torment, choked in the around. Tarzan glared back, his eyes
waters of pain. Tarzan retched hopelessly like a flickering over to Jane’s terrified face. He
man fighting to survive. Drowning in Kwami’s could not risk provoking Kwami, he’d just take
torrent of torture. it out on her. Reluctantly Tarzan nodded.
What choice did he have? For now he’d
comply. But first chance Kwami gave him, the
(Fade out for Variation 1) man would pay!
*************
Keeping Jane safely at a distance, Kwami had
ordered Tarzan moved. Tarzan, continuously
watching every movement in Kwami for signs
of treachery, had let himself be bound on his
back on top of a fallen tree. If he stretched his
knees wide around the trunk, his feet just
touched the ground. And now, there were
hands down there tying his ankles together
under the trunk, keeping him in place. Glaring
angrily over to Kwami, Tarzan adjusted to the
strain of his arms stretched round and
underneath the fallen tree. The tree trunk
rested at an angle, Tarzan could see Jane
squirming uncomfortably under his enemy’s
painful grip, Kwami’s clawed hand still digging
into the back of her glorious neck. Tarzan
tested the ropes that bound his wrists
underneath the trunk. His arms knotted at the
pull on the rope that kept his hands underneath
at a level with his waist. No give in the bonds
at all, Tarzan knew he was going nowhere.
Angry, trying to intimidate Kwami with his glare
despite being helplessly bound to the trunk,
Tarzan’s eyes kept flickering again back to
Jane. Fear of the unknown, finger-crunching
confusion was written all over her tight face.
Kwami had brought her forward and they stood
either side of him, now that Tarzan was safely
bound to the tree trunk.
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searched and explored within her mouth, their
“Let me see what you saw in the apeman”. heads rolled against each other. Deep heavy
Kwami challenged Jane. She look confused, noisy breathing, a last chance, a burst of
frowned, trembling. desperation perhaps. Savouring this moment
“What was it he could do for you?” as if it could be their last. Jane’s way of
Jane was lost for words, not understanding, then bolstering his resolve to face this menace.
she froze in shock when Kwami grabbed her hand Possibly his last chance of being with the
and slapped it on Tarzan’s stomach. Jane woman he loved. For a moment. lost to the
gasped at the heat of his skin, Tarzan twitched in world, deaf to its threat. Without thinking, the
surprise. Then, despite herself, Jane found her fingertips of her hand slipped inside the
hand relax at the touch of him, soften, stretch a waistband and touch the tip of his cockhead.
little, stroking Tarzan gently. To re-assure him. Hot and hardening at her touch. Fuelled by the
She smiled at him wanly, unsure of herself. moan of pleasure that broke lightly from his
Gaining courage, lovingly, her hand comforted throat and flooded her with joy.
him gliding over his solid stomach, soothing the
flesh she had kissed passionately only hours Passion for her flooded his body. Boosted by
earlier. She feared he was to suffer, he’d given the reminiscences of their night of lovemaking.
himself to save her, she wanted to express her Oblivious his head rolled in fervour with hers,
concern, show she understood, express her his tongue fought within her mouth to prove his
thanks. Re-assuring him, comforting him. She love. To lift her spirits. Instinctively needing to
gave Tarzan a weak worried smile. Still shivering shield her from her fears, protectively to drown
with fright, her other hand touched him, gently out the threat around. Her hand flickering over
stroked over his chest. Tarzan offered her a slight his chest, lightly stroking him at his
smile to dispel her anxiety. To tell her, it was OK, strengthening nipple. Her velvety touch sent
he was there for her. He’d look out for her. tingles through his skin, his hammering heart
pumped life into his loins. The passion inside
Warmed by his look, conquering her fear of these his loincloth sprang to life at the touch of her
fearsome men, Jane’s hand tenderly glided over hand.
Tarzan’s chest and squeezed lightly on the mound
of muscle. Recalling the comfort she’d taken last Jane’s mouth was yanked away. A hand in her
night from the strength of his body wrapped hair hauled her wincing back to reality.
around her. Unconsciously her fingers stretched “OK, let’s see what he’s got under there”.
out and gently touched a nipple. A gesture of Kwami’s voice tore apart the illusion. Kwami’s
comfort, heartening him, strengthening him for the hand in her hair yanked her off her lover’s
impending menace he faced. Without thinking mouth. Jane uttered a light cry as a hand in
following pure instinct, she bent forward towards her hair pulled her away, their lips ripped apart.
his lips, a half-smile for him forming in her face. “Open him up!”
Then she hesitated, remembering his captors. Kwami gestured at Tarzan’s loincloth. Jane
Tarzan’s face lifted in welcome. Despite the looked confused, panting hard in shock,
threat they found themselves in, he softened at terrified. Jane bit on her lower lip.
the feathery touch of her other hand gliding over “Undo the knot!”
his sculpted stomach. A slight moan escaped his
throat when her hand slipped down and stroked She shot a look at Tarzan for re-assurance.
him, resting lightly just inside the waistband of his Fright and terror merged into one. Suddenly
loincloth. His heart raced in excitement and Tarzan jolted. He shot out a cry of pain. His
anticipation. Their lips touched - just. Jane froze. shoulders flew in shock off the tree trunk. A
Remembering their captors again. Expecting a snort of pain exploded from his mouth. And
slap from Kwami on the back of her head. then Kwami’s fist hammered a second time
into the apeman’s balls.
But it did not come. Their lips touched again.
Tentatively. Tension, expectation, worry battling “Open him up, I said. Untie him!”
in both their bodies. But nothing happened, no Without another moment of hesitation,
snap of disapproval, no slap from Kwami. Tarzan Tarzan’s face before her eyes writhing at the
felt Jane’s lips soften on his. He felt the shock of thumping to his churning balls, teeth clenched
passion. For a brief moment, they just touched. in stabbing pans, a tear watering his eye,
Then desperation burst on both their lips. Jane’s fingers went to the knot that held up his
Instantly the joy of the previous night came loincloth. Her trembling fingers fumbled. Fear
flooding back. In a second her mouth was full on shook her hands. She couldn’t undo the knot.
his, her lips parted and Tarzan was impassioned It was too tight, her fingers too awkward. She
inside. bent forward, her teeth struggling to undo the
taut leather knot. Against her cheek, she could
Driven by an inborn impulse to console him, her feel the heat of Tarzan’s passion for her
one hand rolled over the skin of his golden chest, burning hot and hard through the leather.
squeezed and massaged at ridged muscle. A Desperation sang in her heart, terrified whines
finger tip played soothingly over a nipple and escaped from her throat. .
flickered lightly at the nub. Tarzan’s tongue
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“Come on. Fold him back, then. Let’s see what a good catch after all. But they did not
your apeman’s got to offer”. naturally fall into his bed. Not like those two
Her heart was in her mouth. She sensed this was brothers over there, who’d been watching
just a beginning. She suspected Kwami was Tarzan’s growing bulge closely and sniggering.
going to torture Tarzan. There. There where last Good-looking, both of them, muscles seemed
night Tarzan had lifted her to the stars. The man to ripple on Mzama and Bukawa every time
she had spent the night of passion with. She had they blinked. With a touch of bitterness,
been yearning for him for days, willing him to Kwami resented that girls didn’t run to him like
make a move. When their lips met that first time, to them. And that slave girl had really got his
it was like a charge of electricity. When his juices going. Having his own girl on hand for
calloused hands stroked over her bare skin, she him every time he took to bed, now that would
felt she could scarcely breathe. When they made have been ideal. The apeman robed him of
love, it felt like two souls merging. His strong hard that.
body melted into hers. In intense all-consuming
passion. Light rapid whinings bursting out of her Kwami looked at the needle in his hand and
panting breasts. twirled it in his fingers. He shot a resentful
scowl at his captive. Tarzan was watching him
Now, with trembling fingers, with whines of fear in closely. He’d be wondering where he was
hear throat, Jane fumbled to undo the knot. going to get it, Kwami thought gleefully. A
Tarzan still grunted painfully at the hurt in his balls sneer creased his mouth. With his loincloth
close-by her sweating fingers. gone, with his tightening balls exposed, his
mind would be racing, fearing the worst. He
Kwami snapped, shot a look at the apeman’s woman. A beauty.
“Get on with it!” So it seemed the apeman could find himself
Carefully full of foreboding, Jane folded back the one too. A taste of bitterness stuck in Kwami’s
loincloth and revealed to his torturer Tarzan’s gullet. Everyone could get a woman. Those
private self. brothers any time they wanted. The apeman
too had his, - but he had robbed Kwami of his
slave girl. A mean thought came to him. Her
************ toying with her lover, getting him hard. Yes,
the apeman’s woman could stick it to him too.
2b.
“Nothing much there to get excited about”.
Kwami had grabbed Jane’s hand and gripped it Tarzan steeled himself. He was feeling the
tight within his. He’d rubbed it up and down, pump of blood in his ears. The point of the
clenching Tarzan’s thickening flesh. needle was pricking at his nipple. He bit a lip in
“Come on, work him up. That thing ’d hardly anticipation of the needle piercing the nub
excite a crab”, he mocked. His men sniggered. Jane had just aroused. Firm and meaty,
turned on by her kisses and loving touch. He
Tarzan fixed Kwami with an angry glare. glared threatening back at Kwami. Who just
Incensed at his rough treatment of the woman stood there, staring, gloating, a look of
he’d fallen in Iove with. Yet, despite himself, anticipated triumph in his eyes. Tarzan tensed
despite his temper he was reacting with instinct himself for pain.
and pleasure to her touch.
“Come on. Is this the best you can do for her,
apeman? Need some help to react to your Jane’s face went white at the grimacing on
woman?” Tarzan’s face. That face she had seen
Tarzan bared his teeth, defying Kwami to go one illuminated by their night of passion. The
step further. Yet knowing he could. Knowing he cactus needle had penetrated the meaty nub
would. Knowing he could not stop it. Kwami was on Tarzan’s chest. A small bead of blood had
back by Tarzan’s side. Tarzan noticed him take formed on the skin around the hole. Now
something from a tribesman. He held it up for Kwami was cruelly twisting and gouging the
Jane to see. She frowned. needle within the nipple. Extracting pain like
“You and me, we’re gonna get your apeman drawing blood. Prodding and twisting, wringing
excited. Seems your apeman needs some help”. out every bit of pain. Tarzan’s eyes were
Tarzan saw it too. A long cactus needle. screwed tight into slits. A sharp hiss broke.
“We’re going to get you hard today, apeman”, he Back teeth clenched to battle down the pain,
smirked at Tarzan. Kwami sneered. “Really hard. some beads of sweat breaking out on his
Hard like you’ve not been before. Who knows, forehead. Jane’s face was creased in disbelief
maybe hard for your woman for the last time”. at this incomprehensible torture. Why? What
was going on? What was it between these
men? Her fingers crunched tight together in
A malicious glee danced in Kwami’s voice. The worry for her man. He was taking it for her.
incident with that slave girl months before Kwami turned his wrist twisting the needle
symbolised everything he hated about this inside. Gouged the needle up and down inside
apeman. As chief’s son, he had his girls, he was Tarzan’s firm nub, setting his nerves on fire.
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Tarzan’s chin was down on his chest crushing the defiantly shook. She would not do that. She
groan in his throat, eyes now wide open, mouth would not torture him like that.
tight, his neck and shoulders stiff with his pain.
A knuckled fist rammed itself into Tarzan’s
Kwami gave another slow press, digging the punctured nipple. His shoulders shot off the
needle deeper, into Tarzan’s nub. Twisting it as it trunk with a yell. Pain exploded in his chest.
penetrated, grating the needle through screaming Nerves in his tortured nub burst like sparks in
nerves. Dragging out every bit of punishment as the fire, pain crackled down his arm. The
the needle scraped over her lover’s screeching unexpected bellow broke out at the
nerves. Despite himself, Tarzan released the unwarranted punch. Then Kwami’s knuckles
harsh rasping groan trapped in his throat. And continued twisting and gouging at the needle in
then the needle tore through the other side. A Tarzan’s nub. Knuckled fingers ground
sharp intake of breath into his mouth rasped in a tortured flesh against the needle, hissing
pain-stretched throat. Tarzan panted loud and sounds burst from the apeman’s mouth.
hard, his stomach pounding fast and fierce. He Tarzan rolled his head from side-to-side in the
twitched at the pain as, twisting on the needle, searing waves of pain that broke in his chest.
scraping it through tortured flesh, Kwami drove it Eyes screwed tight together. Against the pain
home. Head back on the trunk, fists underneath that drained him of strength. That drowned
clenched tight, an aching wave of pain building in him in pain. That sent flashes of searing need
his chest. Kwami waited, he let the apeman know into the tip of his cock.
every moment of pain scything through his chest.
“Your turn, I said”, snapped Kwami.
“Is that making a difference?” Kwami asked Jane. Jane bit on her bottom lip, forehead creased
He forced Jane’s hand on Tarzan’s crutch and with mental conflict. Either she herself would
crushed it within his own, pressing down her hand inflict pain on her lover or she’d have to watch
down on the captive’s groin. He wrapped her Kwami torturing Tarzan instead. She looked
hand around Tarzan’s burgeoning shaft. And down at her man for guidance. The corner of
rubbed it sharply up and down. Tarzan could feel his eyes were wet with the pain gouged out of
it was making a difference. He knew his own his punctured nipple. Tarzan gritted his teeth
body, he knew how it would react. To the together, shook clear a tear. Tarzan looked at
stabbing in his nipple, the continuing threat of her and nodded. He gave Jane permission. It
torture. The hot touch of his woman. But it was was alright to torture him.
with a sickening sense of unreality that he felt
Jane’s hand squeezed around his hard-on like ************
this. Pumping him to hardness, forced to work on
him, an accomplice in Kwami’s torture. The heat 2c.
of his bare hardening flesh under Jane’s palm His jaw set firm, steeling himself for more pain
burned anger into his heart like a coal. He fought wrenching at his nerves, Tarzan turned his
against his sense of anger, futility and Jane’s eyes to Jane and nodded. With a short but
humiliation. Yet his body responded with a rush determined nod he gave Jane permission. To
at the touch of her hand. Squeezing on him in torture him.
Kwami’s grip, bringing him to life. And Tarzan
was still struggling with that on-going ache from “Your turn”, Kwami had spat out at Jane and
the needle. Growing all the time, the burning pain handed her the cactus needle.
rushing to his groin. Instinctively Tarzan lifted his “Get your apeman hard,” Kwami snapped
hips – part in pleasure, part seeking relief - and again.
pushed his thickening shaft into Jane’s hand. The Jane had shaken her head. No, she would not
chance of him easing his own ache was out of the torture him like that. At which Kwami had
question. It seemed naturally, instinctive, to offer rammed his knuckled fist into Tarzan’s
Jane the chance to do it for him. It was inevitable, punctured nipple.
his hips had a life of their own. Again he lifted
himself. And again. It gave no reprieve for the Her face creased with conflict for him. Jane
aching in his punctured chest but his thrusts looked down at Tarzan for help. His legs were
promised release for the need growing in his still widespread around the tree and in-
groin. between, exposed by her own hand, lay thick
and hard that flesh that last night she had
fondled with pleasure. His arms were
“Your turn”, snapped Kwami. hopelessly bound underneath the trunk. His
Jane saw him holding up a needle for her to take. forehead beaded with the sweat of the burn
In fear she understood, in desperation she looked from his needle-punctured nipple and the
to Tarzan. Her face frowning, lost in her hammering to his balls. Tarzan’s face was
bewilderment She gave a quick shake of the creased with burning pain, the needle
head to Kwami, a frightened “No”. puncturing his nipple, a surging fire filling his
“Get your apeman hard”, Kwami snapped. shaft. His punch-aching groin was no longer
Jane shook her head. Tentatively at first, then his to command, struggling helplessly against
hard, more insistent. Again and again, her head the tingles in the flushed head of his thickening
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cock. Biting on his lip in concentration, Tarzan
nodded to her. He gave Jane permission to obey
Kwami. To torture him. (Fade out for Variation 2)
Jane’s needle was blunter. She could not get it to
break the skin. She repeatedly had to jab the
point at the other nub. She poked and prodded
the needle into his meaty flesh. Each failed
attempt brought a terrified whine from her throat,
each stab made him wince, hiss with pain. His
every wince stabbed her in the heart. Desperately
she pushed and pricked at the hardened nub with
the needle point to have this torture over. Her
own eyes filled with the pain written across his
struggling face. His chest now shone in the
morning light, a sheen of his sweat bathing him
with his pains. Biting on her bottom lip, torn
between stopping and having Kwami do this even
more viciously, she put a finger on the other side
of his firm nub to hold it, squeezed him between
needle and finger to break the skin. And Jane
pushed the needle in.
Tarzan’s head was back on the trunk, neck
arched against the grinding ache. His face
contorted with the pricking of the needle jabbing at
his hardened skin. His muscled upper body was
tight with the pain of her jamming the needle into
him. He tried to calm himself in comfort for Jane,
he could see his jolts as she stabbed him with the
needle pained her. But he was torn two ways.
The burning in the one nipple, the stabbing into
the other. And below he was reacting too.
The pains in his rigid body were coming together
in his cock, swelling in his burgeoning groin. Pain
rushed down through his arched torso, flushed
pained and crackling flashes of arousal up his
cock. Unwanted pricklings burst with each stab at
the tip of its head. Sweat formed on his brow, his
whole body a taut mass of straining muscle.
Breath held, ragged grunts escaping his tightened
throat.
A cry erupted from his pain-closed throat when
she broke in. When her needle broke through his
pain-hardened nipple. A cry of relief. Followed by
a loud inward hiss of pain as her cactus needle
ripped through nerves, set his chest on fire and
smacked thunderbolts to his balls. Shudders of
lighting flashed to the tip of his shaft.
Distressed at the pain she was inflicting, Jane
looked at her lover, sobs bursting on her every
short gasping breath. His face was covered in his
sweat, twisted with the unstoppable burning in his
crutch. His chest rising and falling. Covered with
his sweat, the pain she had painted him in. Fast
and hard came his every tortured breath.
His groin exposed, his cock hard. And Jane saw
Kwami’s eyes alight with fire. A tongue licked at
his lips. And in that moment, she knew this was
not over, there was more to come.
(Jane’s intuition is right. There is, much more.
But she’ll wait for another Variation.)
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Kwami noticed the apeman squirm to find
Variation 3: Striped some comfort in his body, his eyes drifted over
the torso tied horizontally to the tree, his eyes
3a. mocked the apeman as he shifted his hips to
His men had surpassed themselves. They had ease his legs that hung down to the ground off
taken the apeman captive. Taken him and the end. His men had done well to take the
controlled him. Promising Kwami a day when the apeman without a fight. They had known what
captive would feel only pain, defeat and they were up against when they had agreed to
humiliation. Till he learned his final fearsome end. help capture the apeman. Thanks to the
It was time to give them their reward. They woman, it had gone better than expected.
deserved it. Time to hand him over and give them
their own slice of the apeman’s pain. And now his men had a right to their share.
The apeman still had spirit. Though tied down,
“Still think you can’t be beaten, apeman?” his will still fought back, he still glared in anger,
Again Kwami’s smirk filled Tarzan’s face. his body quivered with his defiance. He’d
Crushing his anger between his fists, putting fire make them a worthy prize. Kwami would hand
into his belly, Tarzan stared back at Kwami. His the apeman over for them to break.
eyes put on a snarl of defiance. Trapped and
helpless defiance while Kwami still had Jane in his “The apeman who can’t be beaten!”
grasp. Kwami had left Jane under guard and now
faced Tarzan from the other end of the trunk.
At which Kwami just gave a laugh back. Kwami His men had gone off to equip themselves,
brimmed with his good luck. What good fortune Kwami was left alone with his prize capture.
that he had bided his time while planning to take Arms and torso stretched out along the fallen
the apeman. Finding him with his woman today tree trunk. Willingly putting himself there to
had made capture so easy. The apeman seemed save his woman, bent at the hips, legs hanging
prepared to submit to anything to save her. But down with his feet on the earth. His arse
there’d be no saving him. The apeman was still exposed. Naively believing Kwami knew how
lying on the ground where they had surprised the to keep his word.
two of them in their sleep. Kwami had hold of the
apeman’s woman to keep him under control. His Tarzan twitched as he felt Kwami’s hand travel
fingers digging hard into her neck. Tarzan was on down his backbone.
the earth where they had spent their night of sex. “Not so mighty now, apeman”.
Kwami knew it was the apeman’s last time with a Kwami was now behind him, his clammy hand
woman. stroking down Tarzan’s back towards his waist.
“Set me free, Kwami. Let’s find out”, he
Kwami could see the tension in the apeman’s snorted back in reply. “One to one. Again. I
arms steeling himself for attack. beat you once, I’ll show you again”.
“Take care. It’s you or her, apeman. Your Then he froze as he felt his captor’s hand on
choice”. the bare flesh of his backside. Instinctively,
Tarzan tightened his muscles against the feel
Tarzan’s eyes had flickered to the face of the of a sweaty hand on his bare flesh. His legs
woman he loved. Frozen with fright, fighting back bent over the end of the trunk automatically
her tears of fear. Tarzan’s spirit leapt to her closed together at the flicker of the hand at the
defence. He’d not provoke Kwami into taking it tops of his legs.
out on her. Glaring back at Kwami, incensed,
Tarzan had given a quick nod. To protect her “No intention of setting you free, apeman. I’ve
he’d give no trouble. got you where I want you. Where and how I’ve
wanted you for months”.
Kwami felt the thrill of power clutch at his groin
A fallen tree offered the perfect solution. Tarzan at the apeman’s futile curse. He had just used
was all tension while they bound him to the trunk. the apeman’s own knife to cut the cord holding
His eyes fixed permanently on Kwami holding on up his loincloth. With a single tug, he had
to Jane. As if to threaten him. Warning Kwami of exposed the muscled globes, letting the leather
the consequences if any harm came to her. And fall between the apeman’s legs.
fully aware of his own perilous situation as he felt
them rope him on his front along the length of the He glanced around at some of his men. He
fallen tree. Tarzan’s arms were stretched out in saw their interests rise at the prospect, he
front of him, a rope around the trunk pinning his noticed how the sight of the naked arse sent
wrists down. Tarzan’s stare continued to warn their minds racing. He had no interest in the
Kwami not to trifle with her as he felt another rope, apeman’s arse. He’d have his own prize.
this time around his waist, bind him further to the Later that day. He’d stripped the apeman
tree. because he could and because the apeman
could do nothing about it. A demonstration of
power – and powerlessness. Smirking at his
men, giving them permission with his smile.
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Handing that arse over to them. Kwami’s hands Shouts of encouragement from behind put
stroked over the naked backside, his finger glided extra muscle into the next swipes. Intense hurt
over the tightened muscled flesh giving them that seemed to cut through towards his very
ideas. He smirked at the hardening of muscle core. Smarting lashes that jolted Tarzan with
under the skin. Defenceless he might be, yet the surprise. Paining, cutting, slashing. Sharp
apeman’s instincts - and pride - were still intact, hurt lashed deep into his being.
still he bristled with anger, persisted in his fight.
Both were soon to be sorely tested. Because he There was a brief break as one tribesman
could, Kwami poked his finger playfully at the handed over to another. Ribald, coarse
apeman’s arsehole. comments from the impatient on-lookers joked
on what to do with the apeman’s arse. And
The apeman erupted in a angry warning. Futile, meantime, Tarzan clenched his teeth together,
meaningless, not one he’d be able to carry out. panted hard through tight jaws. Hands
But it showed his spirit was still burning strong. crunched into sweating fists, he was all the
Kwami grinned to himself. His hand stroking time aware of Kwami leering in his face,
lightly over his bare arse had forced the apeman delighting in every wince that flinched on his
into a powerless burst of futile anger. He had face. Kwami’s leering enjoyment of his
pulled the apeman’s strings and made him jerk. suffering made Tarzan more determined to bite
The apeman was dancing to his tune. There was back his pain. Biting down on his lower lip.
nothing the apeman could do. There, trapped, Suppressing the stinging hurt that burned like
because his woman was under threat. Helpless. acid on his arse.
Trapped in Kwami’s grip. Another flush of power
tingle in Kwami’s cockshaft. Tarzan’s new attacker went for him with the
Kwami nodded to his men. He handed the enthusiasm of a beginner. The first blow
apeman over. seemed to strike with more force than all the
previous one’s together. He’d ran at the target,
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3b. shoulders powered into the final twist. Tarzan
They had cut themselves switches from the threw his face down on the trunk to deny
nearby forest. Long thin branches a finger thick. Kwami the pain that shot through his body.
And full of bend, bristling with sting, whistling with Mocking laughter exploded behind. His
flexibility. Before Tarzan felt the first smarting forehead buried into the rough bark, the whole
lash into the bare skin of his backside, he heard of Tarzan’s face trembled, shook with the
Kwami's men whooshing behind him. Warming extremity of pain scything through his body.
up their arms, intimidatingly swinging their The next swish came before he could recover.
switches through the air. Testing their weapons. Pain threw Tarzan’s head up in the air, his
With mockery and cruel laughter. And letting body jack-knifed upwards off the rope around
Tarzan know. Letting him know they cared. his waist. And his involuntary gasp of pain hit
Cared for his pain. Menacing him. Cutting at the up at the sky.
early morning sun with a chorus of threatening
swishes. Seemingly dozens of disparate hisses And behind, another dozen men felt a surge of
competing to set his backside on fire. And in front need. The need to swipe their switches into
of him, at the other end of the fallen tree trunk, the apeman’s naked arse. He was theirs for
stood Kwami. Settled in to watch the performance the taking. Power to dominate that hated body
on his apeman’s defenceless arse. Settled to seized some in the groin. Some eyed his
watch the pain to be scrawled on Tarzan’s face. nakedness and felt an urge to go further.
Positioned to see every nuance of hurt. Rapt to Some were impatient to prove themselves.
see biting hurt accelerate into smarting pain. Jostled with others to make their mark.
Burning to see his apeman’s face as pain Burning to see his shoulders twist up in
transformed him to agony-made-flesh. unbearable pain like he’d just done. To hear
him cry out in pain at the swish of their arm.
The first swinging swipe took Tarzan by surprise. Each one intent on bettering the others. Each
A stinging burn across the tops of his legs. swipe intensifying his pain.
Unexpected. The pain sprang instantly to his eye.
His teeth clamped tight together, his jaw quivered Each watched eagerly learning from what
against the sting. Recovering quickly, Tarzan others had done, learning what hurt. Some
panted the pain hard out of his body. Just in time realising that later ones would have the
to hear another swish of impending threat slicing enjoyment of slashing stinging pain into
towards him through the air. already-burning flesh. All intent on dominating
The sting rammed his hips forward, jamming them the apeman, all aroused to break his will.
hard into the end of the trunk. Tarzan instantly felt Each burning to show him they were in charge.
heat slam against his forehead, felt the sweat He was theirs. His back - already sheening
break out on his face. Only two stinging blows yet with his sweat. His arse - already flaring with
already the sting had broken him out in a sweat. burning red swipes. And above all, every one
of them wanted to bathe in the apeman’s cries.
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torment was bringing out the worst in them.
“Still think Tarzan can’t be beaten?” Some men unashamedly had squeezed on
Kwami no longer cared that he could not see the themselves as they watched, their chests lifting
apeman’s face. About half of his men had lashed with increasing excitement, their ears ringing
out at his naked backside trapped over the trunk. with Tarzan’s pain, their loincloths lifting with
For a long time now, the apeman had kept his their depraved lust.
face hidden, buried into the tree trunk to hide the
pain. Under her breath, she’d cursed Kwami, called
But every twitch in his body betrayed his agony. him a monster. She’d pleaded with him but
Each stinging swish into his crimson backside knew it was useless. The sight of Tarzan
flashed uncontrollable spasms through the shaking with pain had him too quivering in his
trapped body. And in-between blows, the muscle excitement. She bit on her lip in her fear. She
on his sweat-drenched back shook with his shock. hoped Kwami could keep his men under
His skin flushed with the pain, glistening with his control. A cold finger passed down her spine
sweat in the morning sun. Some of the men had at the thought. ..... If Kwami even wanted to.
taken Tarzan slow. Letting the apeman feel the No, surely it couldn’t go that far?
full hurt of each lash. Letting him quiver in
helpless agony at each biting sting. Let crippling
pains tear into every bit of his trembling body. (Fade out for Variation 3)
Others, the younger ones especially, wanted to
hear his cries. Desperately wanted to be the first
to make him cry out. Frenetic beatings at the
burning arse, rabidly lashing away without a
break. Wildly slashing at his pain-streaked arse.
A stinging bite sending the apeman jolting into the
trunk. His groans lifted to grunts that then shot to
pained gasps. But sounds of pain that were
crushed at birth at the next stinging lash
frenetically slicing into burning flesh. Whipping
and lashing, sweat pouring until the attacker
collapsed and could do no more. Till they had to
hand the apeman over, tired out, gasping for
breath and laughing with friends at the frenzy of
their attack.
Jane could scarcely see for her tears. She’d cried
out several times at her lover’s shouts of pain.
She’d called out to Kwami pleading for him to
stop. But Kwami just stood watching, his eyes
ablaze with the sounds of pain shooting in the air.
His eyes filled with the crimson flaring on Tarzan’s
naked backside.
Jane thought Tarzan must have taken over a
hundred swipes there. She saw Kwami - unable
to stop himself - extended his hand towards
Tarzan’s sweated punished skin. Hot, crimson,
burning bright. And then in mock play-acting, he
whipped his hand away as if he’d touched burning
coals. Some of Kwami’s men roared out at the
joke. Jane bit down a sob. A joke at Tarzan’s
suffering expense. They were slapping arms
around each other’s shoulders, were bent over
double laughing at her lover’s hurt. And the next
man, encouraged, slashed with added ferocity at
the crimson backside. Roars of laughter burst
from the circle of cruel men. Triumphant over her
helpless Tarzan’s suffering.
But worse, she’d noticed worse. She’d seen a
terrifying look in some men’s eyes. At the sight of
Tarzan’s whip-lashed backside, the shuddering as
shock disabled his body. And she could not fail to
notice how that sight had brought bulges in some
men’s loins. This celebration of Tarzan’s sweated
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And sneered. With another snap of strong
Variation 4: Tethered arms into Tarzan’s ribs, the apeman crumpled
with a cry, his body twisted in a back-breaking
4a. clinch.
Tarzan threw an angry glare at Kwami. He
nodded reluctantly, agreeing not to cause trouble But Tarzan had found a lucky break, a kick
and not putting Jane at further risk. crippled Kwami in the groin. Then a fortunate
“I warn you, apeman. Try anything. And she throw dislocated Kwami’s arm. He went down
pays”. screaming in pain, defeated. Broken while his
Tarzan snarled with his eyes back at Kwami, people in pained silence looked on. In silence,
glanced at Jane’s terror-struck face. Kwami had shocked at their chief’s son crying out in his
her in his grip still and Tarzan was on the ground, pain. Beaten by the apeman, humiliated
spears held against his throat. He had to before his own tribe.
cooperate with Kwami for her sake. He gave a
short sharp nod again. He had no choice. “You stole my woman. Now we’ve taken
yours”, Kwami spat.
“Get him up!” “You said she’d go unharmed”, Tarzan span
Tarzan was still on the earth where he had slept round angrily.
with Jane. Spears had kept him pinned in place “Maybe I lied!”
while Kwami used Jane to blackmail him. At their
leader’s nod, the spears withdrew, Tarzan Tarzan rushed at Kwami with a roar. He was
watched their every move. A big hefty brute in nowhere nearly there when warriors threw
front gestured with his spear that Tarzan should themselves on him. Two men tackled him from
get up. Slowly, tense to every opportunity, Tarzan the side and they fell grappling into the dirt.
pushed himself up on one knee. Then up further They went down in a fighting heap, fists
to his feet. His eyes flashed to his right. A man thudding into his back, Tarzan’s legs kicking
had lifted his spear above shoulder height, posed out. More and more men poured on top.
to stab him in the shoulder, in Tarzan’s fighting Punches landing, legs flailing. They were too
arm, if he made a false move. Tarzan’s eyes many, his wrists were bound together, trapped
flashed from warrior to warrior, waiting to launch under him, he could not fight. Tarzan grunted
an attack, looking for a chance. under a pile of thumping warriors. Punches
pummelled into his back, feet stomped on his
“Hold still, apeman. Or she gets it”. legs, a club rammed into his neck. Till, half-
Tarzan did not look at Kwami. The big warrior stunned, beaten into submission, his writhing
came forward, rope in hand and bound his wrists stopped.
with rope in his front. Tarzan flexed his forearms
to pump up the muscle. But the warrior expected “Get the dog up. On his knees. And get a
that and tugged the rope tight, biting into flesh. branch for his arms”.
Rough hands grabbed at Tarzan and hauled
Hands tied in front, a length of rope was hanging him upright. His head span from the fists that
loose between his wrists, giving him plenty of had pounded at his skull, he swayed on his
movement. Tarzan knew that gave him fighting knees, a trickle of blood from a split lip.
chance, some hope of freeing himself. Roughly a branch was thrust between his
“So you thought you could steal my woman, elbows across his back, thrusting his chest
apeman”. hard forward. Tarzan’s face contorted,
breathily heavily to regain his senses. His
Tarzan remembered the incident. He’d known resistance as the branch was pushed across
Parowan since she was a small child. The Mtwala his back was only a token, pure instinct. He
claimed her as a slave, the price of tribute, a prize was still struggling with the dizziness of his
for the chief’s son, Kwami. Tarzan had consciousness. Lights flashed before his eyes,
championed her father. Offered to fight Kwami for grating noises rang in his ears. Till a stinging
her. His life for hers if he lost. They were bite slapped him across the face.
unevenly matched, Kwami was bigger than
Tarzan, heavier, heftier, taller. He’d used his Kwami had hold of Tarzan by the hair on top of
weight to his advantage. Tarzan knew had speed his head. His eyes creased into black slits of
on his side but the fight had not gone his way. A hatred. Tarzan panting, on his knees before
few well-timed blows had stunned him and slowed him, his strong chest thrust forward by the
him down. Then Kwami closed in and gripped pole. The back of Kwami’s hand splattered
Tarzan in a clinch to his chest. Close-up tight, punishment into Tarzan’s face. Pain slashed
face-to-face, crushing Tarzan in a hug around his hard across Tarzan’s cheek, sending his head
chest, Kwami had growled in Tarzan’s face. spinning to one side. Two more biting slaps
“I’ll have you for this, dog …”. cracked across the apeman’s face, each one
Then he snapped his arms. Cracking Tarzan’s producing a sharp hiss of pain. A half dozen
chest in a steely grip more had Tarzan’s cheek flaring crimson and
“…tethered like an unruly dog”. brought tears to his eyes. Kwami yanked
Tarzan’s head backwards by the hair and
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stared into his watering eyes. Fire lit up the
helpless apeman’s face. On his knees, looking up
into his attacker’s face, a defiance welled up in ************
Tarzan from the depths of his guts. This man
would die, Tarzan swore to himself. Yet a sneer 4b.
passed over Kwami’s lips as if he’d read Tarzan’s Kwami was back, close up to Tarzan’s chest.
futile thoughts. The look of a victor who knows he His eyes took in the helpless captive, hands
dominates a weaker man. tied in front, the rope strained across his
stomach by the elbows forced back. Kwami
“Bind his arms”, he ordered glaring back into the looked with a sneer at the strong muscled
face, staring up into his, teeth clenched, panting chest straining forward pushed by the pole and
rapidly. wondered again about humiliating his haughty
captive with those pouting nipples.
Tarzan glared fiercely into his captor’s smirking
face as thin cord was looped round each of his For now, he threw a noose of thick coarse rope
biceps and tightened to fix the branch in place over his captive’s head and yanked it scuffing
with a figure-of-eight. The rope bit into his arms into his neck. Roughly he pulled Tarzan’s face
and crushed the branch across his back. into his and smirked at the wince from the
Deliberately the cord was yanked tightly making scratchy rope burning on his apeman’s skin.
Tarzan wince in Kwami’s face. Kwami’s eyes Tarzan held his stare. Defenceless,
were illuminated with his triumph. His bitter hopelessly bound by tight ropes but
enemy, his body forced forward by the push of the determined not to be cowed. And Kwami just
branch, reduced to his knees, his face crimson sneered.
from the slapping, the man who’d dared humiliate “You deserve a fond farewell, apeman.
Kwami before his tribesmen and steal back the Something to remember us by”.
slave girl, - this man, this dog, this apeman, was
about to face his own ignominious end. And see It all happened unexpectedly in an instant.
his woman taken as a slave. Kwami yanked the rope down pulling Tarzan’s
head down to his waist and bending Tarzan
Kwami had had no plans for the apeman’s double. Without a warning, Kwami’s knee
woman, he’d not expected to find them together. lashed up into his captive’s gut. Surprised and
With growing satisfaction and a tingle of power in unprotected, Tarzan spewed out his wind with
his loins, Kwami watched Tarzan’s futile struggles a cry. Yanking down on the rope again, he
resisting the tightening bonds. When Kwami had jammed his knee up, hard, solid, catching
finished with him, when he had met his agonised Tarzan underneath. Kwami watched Tarzan’s
end, there’d still be his woman. Maybe he’d sell back jolt up under the power of his kick.
her to the slavers, she’d fetch a good price. Good Tarzan coughed and spluttered, still bent
looks, blond hair, soft skin. Or maybe he’d keep double, trying to catch his breath. A barrage of
her for himself, take her into his own household, knee kicks rammed up into his guts, battered
the apeman’s woman at Kwami’s beck and call. viciously into his side. Kwami watched his
Slave for him by day, serve him by night. captive’s back heave up and down, heard him
Tarzan’s woman dragged fearful to his bed, used heaving for air and felt a rush of power to his
and abused, to swallow his cock, shudder at his own balls.
touch time and again. Kwami nodded, there’d be
some justice in that. He’d be torturing the Still bent double, watching warily for more
apeman’s memory long after he was gone. blows, Tarzan fought to get his breath quickly
under control, trying to take long deep gasps of
His men stood back when the branch was tied air into his chest. Out of the corner of his eye
firmly in Tarzan’s back, thrusting the apeman’s though, Tarzan saw a rope ominously dangling
strong chest hard forward. Kwami could not resist by the side of his head, as thick as a man’s
a kick in his stretched stomach. Helplessly arm. And two murderous knots tied into the
trussed up, totally defenceless, the apeman had end.
no chance to escape.
“Let’s celebrate the apeman’s going!”.
“On your feet. Apeman”. Bent over, through gasps burning in his throat,
Kwami helped his captive to his feet by yanking Tarzan heard Kwami’s men shout in
on his hair. Enjoying the mixture of anger and celebration. The knotted rope swung out of
pain scratched across the apeman’s face. The sight. A sudden whack slammed him in the
struggle of effort as he stumbled up on his legs. centre of his back. He gasped out in shock. A
On his feet, still aggressively fighting against the leg faltered forward under the force. Just in
tightness of his bonds, Tarzan threw a quick time he recovered for two more hefty knots
glance at Jane. Her face etched with fear – for thudding into his backbone, pitching him
herself, for him. Her eyes lost in bewilderment, forward. His head reared up with each shock,
her knuckled fist pressed to her mouth. Tarzan the tight noose scraping into the back of his
feared for her now as much as he was troubled for neck. Followed by another downward jerk of
himself.
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coarse hemp. Pain ringing in his ears made him beaten into weakness, being pounded into
miss Kwami’s words, submission. Unbeknown to him, with every
“The apeman’s taking his leave. Let’s give him a step being led by Kwami closer to a pitiless
send-off”. death.
Another blow from the knotted rope smashed The Mtwala did not kill. They conquered and
across the tops of his thighs. In shock, Tarzan’s dominated, turned captives into slaves,
knees crumpled forward. Voices of triumph rang demanded tributes from the defeated. But for
all around, celebrating his pain. His fall was the apeman Kwami would break the rule. He’d
stopped by Kwami yanking on the noose, discussed with his friends his feelings of
throttling him and pulling his head back up to his hatred, he’d talked with his father of his rage
waist. against this man. Hoping someone would
explain his loathing for him. No one came
Suddenly Kwami’s face was in Tarzan’s own. close. His father was aged, dying. Kwami was
Squatting, Kwami staring coldly into Tarzan’s his rightful heir. His father was loved,
pain-filled eyes. He’d hunkered down on his respected, revered. But when people thought
haunches, his eyes lit up with the pain on of Kwami, they sniggered behind their hands,
Tarzan’s face. A rush of satisfaction warmed his they laughed behind his back because the
loins. apeman had beaten him up. In front of
“Still think you can beat me, apeman?” everyone. He’d taken Kwami’s slave girl,
Kwami’s fetid breath was hot on Tarzan’s face. broken his arm and shown him up.
He pulled the noose throttling-tight into Tarzan’s His arm was long since repaired but Kwami
throat, Kwami set his jaw and sneered. Tarzan would wake at nights, in sweats, clutching at
crushed the pain throbbing in his back between his aching shoulder, the mockery of their
his clenched fists and his eyes glared defiantly laughter ringing in his ears. His uncle, wise
back. Hate and rage eclipsed the crushing pain in beyond his years, explained his arm was
his back. healed but his spirit would not. Not until
Kwami could placate his grieving soul would he
Kwami returned his stare. Without breaking eye find peace. He filled his days with thoughts of
contact, he gave the order. revenge, plans of torture and how the apeman
“Another one”. would pay. He’d gain fame as the warrior who
Tarzan set his mind against the thud of the rope. had conquered the apeman. That’s what
His back was open, defenceless, he was bent they’d think of him. The one who had made
double by the noose round his neck. But the apeman pay the price. And the ferocity of
unflinching he glared his fury into Kwami’s eyes his death would silence their mockery for ever.
while his heart raced at the thought of another
killer blow smacking into his back. Kwami yanked again on the noose, digging it
Tarzan’s anger at this worthless piece of shit in painfully into his captive’s throat, his heart
his face shot up a notch higher. Then pain ripped leaping at the gagging from the strangled neck
open his mouth, his eyes flared. The knots below. Countless more blows had already
rammed into his back between the shoulders. His thudded into Tarzan’s defenceless pain-racked
whole body shuddered violently, the muscles of back. Battered at his flesh, pummelled into his
his neck smashed through his agonised rage. bones. On and on Kwami dragged him, bent
double, tethered like a helpless beast. The
Pain splattered across Tarzan’s face. Deep apeman’s back was an open target. Pitiless
laboured gasps exploded out of his chest. His blows thundered into him whenever any
eyes shot open wide. Shock splattered into warrior felt the urge. His arms still helplessly
Kwami’s face. But quickly Tarzan forced himself bound by the pole across his back, Tarzan
to recover, his eyes burning into Kwami’s, pain tottered on his feet under the crippling,
watered his eyes, he panted fast and hard. And heartlessly crushing blows. Sweat poured
still Tarzan mustered the strength to glare back in down his face, stung at his eyes. Fighting
anger. Refusing to be beaten. Yet his struggles against giving in to the pain, force blew out
only injected new vigour into Kwami and fuelled bulging cheeks, erupted in snorts from his
his determination to see his apeman break. nose. The heat in the jungle soared off his
back. The humidity roared in his ears. Close
to collapse, his vision swimming, Tarzan took
With a hard yank on the nose, Kwami dragged his another murderous thud on his lower back.
victim off to start his final journey. Led him away, His shoulders jerked up, the noose cut at his
tottering along bent double like his tethered beast. neck. Pain roared in this ears. This time
Agonised blows smashed randomly at Tarzan’s Tarzan failed to hold back the strangled cry.
back. Cripplingly thuds crashed into the bare He tottered, one foot thrown forward, a knee
flesh of his backside. Dense thudding knots threatened to collapse. Beaten and pounded,
pounded at the base of his bent back. Tarzan his back aching and burning, at times Tarzan
was being dragged away, doubled-up like an willed his mind to close down. He’d wish it to
animal on a leash, staggering on, devastating black out the throbbing pain, as he struggled
blows thudding regularly into his back. Being
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on under a barrage of murderous blows. But his might he brought the murderous knots down
wish would never come. on the base of the apeman’s back. He
watched the backside crumple, caught the
gasp of unbelievable pain spew onto the earth,
************ the collapse of the cursing captive crumpling to
his knees. His heart warmed at the smile from
Kwami when the apeman staggered with this
4c. tortured cry of pain. More men grabbed at the
“Still think I can’t break you, apeman?” apeman and dragged him back on to his legs.
Tarzan did not waste his words. In truth, he’d not Hands hauling at the branch across his back, a
manage to talk. He just clenched his jaw, his claw clutched at his scalp. Hauling him up for
heavy breathing cutting noisily between his teeth. more.
He felt on the point of exhaustion but he
summoned the strength to glare his anger back
into Kwami’s face. He’d been walked doubled-up A warm satisfaction rushed to his loins, Kwami
for hours, it seemed, his back ached maddeningly crouched down on his knees. He bathed his
from the unaccustomed bend. He was exhausted soul in the suffering of that groaning pain-
from the heavy thuds that regularly had pounded exhausted face. He nodded at his man for
at his back. Kwami’s men had stopped near a more. His balls strained at the power that
stream for water. Upright at last, stretching agony came stolen from the torture scything across
out of his back, Tarzan felt on fire, weak from a the apeman’s captive face. Another blow
hundred murderous beatings. But still he willed shook Tarzan’s head sideways, sweat spun off
his spirit, still determined to face up to his captor. his hairline. The slap of ponderous knots
Still he felt his angry hands forming fists. crushing into sweated flesh, skin drawn
defencelessly tight by the bend of the back.
Kwami looked into his captive’s eyes. Where he The explosion that emptied his captive’s chest
expected to see exhaustion, his gaze was met of wind splattered mouth-wateringly on
with fire. And that pleased him. Incredibly, there Kwami’s face. Filled with the lust of his torture,
was still fight in the dog. Fire, spirit, the burning Kwami hunkered down, unable to get enough
desire to retaliate. Exhaustion and despair – the of the apeman’s struggles, his losing the fight
apeman would know them soon enough. And the against his pain. Time and again, with the fall
fear - that too would soon eat him up. But for of each crippling blow, Tarzan shuddered at
now Tarzan signalled the battle went on. Kwami the pain, struggled to hold on to his cries,
would comply. And willingly. More of the same. battled with his gasping breath. And then,
If that was what the apeman wanted. glorious to behold, the apeman fought to
recover, he set his face, clenched his teeth.
He yanked on the rope, pulling Tarzan into his He stared back in insolent fury at Kwami
face. The apeman today had much to learn. For through pain-streaked eyes. And Kwami
now, Kwami would settle for respect. A tug on the smiled. With that glare Tarzan simply invited
hemp burned into the back of Tarzan’s neck, a more. Kwami luxuriated in the rush of
yank bending him down to Kwami’s waist again. excitement to his balls. This apeman was
“Another one”, Kwami snapped out. taking all he was given and was giving all he
Kwami stared at the sweat-drenched back with a had. A magnificent unruly captive to the last.
sneer. Today the apeman was finding out who Magnificent but futile.
was boss. His heart leapt at the tense change on
Tarzan’s red-blotched torso as he heard the
whoosh of the rope thundering towards his back. Kwami held up his hand in Tarzan’s face,
commanding one more blow. Because he
Kwami’s henchman was a big man, hefty could. His signal told the apeman he could do
shoulders. And all day he’d got excited by the whatever he wanted. He threw a sneering look
sounds of their captive’s cries. He’d grabbed of triumph into his apeman’s face, taunting
every chance he could at working the apeman him. Inviting his defiance, inviting the apeman
over on this journey. The pleasure of earning to stand up to him. Kwami was crouched
favours from their future chief had put extra down, Tarzan was bent double by the noose
strength into every blow. His strength had been throttling his throat. The cry wrenched out of
spurred on by the sight of the apeman tottering, his back brought cheers from the crowd.
weakening under his murderous blows. His In Kwami’s mind’s eye flashed an image. The
determination had been buoyed up by the cries apeman like a boy’s pet goat, tethered, held on
erupting from the battered back as it had faltered a short lead, trotting alongside like a tamed
under his own hefty knots. beast. A rush of satisfaction churned under
Kwami’s loincloth at the thought. No, a greater
He swung again the knot whip up high, the thick image. The apeman was his tamed bull. Once
knotted rope dangling over his shoulder slapped proud, once defiant. Now broken, controlled.
hard against his own back. Face taut with effort, Under Kwami’s absolute control.
teeth clenched with exertion, he summoned up his
strength, tensed. Then exploded. With all his
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Kwami stood up. Tarzan made to rise and ease kept beating respect into the apeman, crippling
his back. But Kwami yanked him back down, the him into submission. Teaching him his own
coarse rope burning painfully at the grazed skin helplessness. Teaching him who was boss.
on his neck. He gave another throttling yank, Kwami gave his crutch a strong twitch of
holding the noose tight, Tarzan’s head held back- satisfaction as the latest hefty knot thudded
breakingly down by his waist. Yanking on his between his “man-bull’s” shoulders. The
unruly beast’s tethered neck, keeping the tamed apeman was vanquished, humbled. Kwami
man-bull under tight rein. was the victor, the undisputed, undefeated
champion. That's how they would remember
Unable to stop himself at the sight of that tottering him, the man who vanquished Tarzan. His
weakness, Kwami powered his elbow into the ears sang with the sounds of the pained bull-
back of the bent neck. A bull-bellow erupted and grunt blowing out Tarzan’s cheeks, his
spat at the earth. Kwami felt another rush of suffering escaping in a messy snort through his
power. Domination, victory. He’d wrenched a cry nose. That time, Kwami smirked to himself, his
from the apeman’s lips, stunning him. Tarzan unruly man-beast had failed to hold onto his
stuttered forward, staggering on his feet. Right pain.
into the path of another blow. Driven by hatred
and a whoop of triumph. Kwami’s elbow smacked Kwami walked with a swagger, strutted
viciously into Tarzan’s back. A long deep grunt, towards his victory. Disdainfully he cast a
the apeman juddered, his knees nearly giving glance down at his stumbling bull being
way. dragged along. Staggering, half-stunned from
the blows to his back, Tarzan trapped by the
Kwami – for the fun of it - signalled for another neck, like a fatted calf led to his slaughter, his
swing of the rope. To feed his lust for victory, he back twisted with his agony, his torso covered
yanked his apeman firmly up his legs, kept him with his sweat. Tarzan battered, stunned,
bent. Setting him up, open-backed, vulnerable. disoriented by pain, barely knowing he was
The whoosh of a murderous killer-blow. Another alive, knowing he was not dead, hobbled on in
punishing blow battered into Tarzan’s inviting his exhaustion. In the distance, by the sea, a
back. He stuttered on his feet, already stunned by fearful destiny awaited him. The apeman’s
his torment, disoriented by the pain, faltering, determination not to be bettered had failed him
nearly throwing up. Then the tether cutting into today. And Kwami preened himself, it was
his throat again yanked upright. Staring into Kwami the son of the chief who had bettered
Kwami’s face, tears of pain unstoppably streaking him. Once and for all the apeman was beaten,
his face. The jeers of Kwami’s men pounded in Kwami knew he had broken him. The apeman
Tarzan’s ears, the cheers of the men sang victory was doomed. Kwami would watch him face
in Kwami’s face. the realization of his destruction, Tarzan
cramped with terror, seeing his very soul
Kwami washed his eyes in the pain in his face. clawed apart, his being inescapably stripped to
Soon, surrounded by these dozen warriors, the bone.
Tarzan was to be dragged away to meet his fate,
his woman shoved along, sobbing for him in the
rear. When she learned of his fate, she’d sob (Fade out for Variation 4)
from the bottom of her heart. When they reached
the sea, beaten into weakness, tethered and
bound like a broken animal, the apeman would
face a horrific destiny. By the time they arrived,
battered and pummelled on the way, mean thuds
from fists and vicious poundings from the knots,
the apeman would have been hammered into
weakness. For him, there was no escape. Soon,
after they had dragged him by the neck for back-
breaking hours, the apeman would know of his
final journey, he would learn of that merciless fate
waiting for him on the shoreline. The apeman had
sacrificed himself to save his woman. He would
roar in fury when he’d learned Kwami would now
keep her. He would quake in terror at the news of
his own end.
Curbed by the leash on his neck, like a stubborn
bull being forced out to the fields, they marched
him staggering on. Tarzan tottering – Kwami’s
man-bull. Kwami swaggering - the apeman’s
conqueror. Together, Kwami and the apeman,
inseparably linked on this fateful journey where
arrival spelled death. Hefty lashings on the march
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just had. And fitting for the man who had
Variation 5: Invaded robbed Kwami so humiliatingly of his slave.
(Might possibly follow on from Variation 3:
Striped) He looked at the body panting on the tree
trunk. Stretched out on his front, roped to the
5a. tree, trembling with shock, shaking with rage.
Kwami knew it was not over. His men had taken Tarzan’s face was pressed into the wood to
their lashes to his apeman’s backside. At least a hide his pain. But his agony was betrayed by
hundred times. Every swish bent with intent, the sweat on his back that shone in the
fuelled by mean and animal-like cruelty. morning light. Sudden shudders of shock.
Stretched out along the fallen tree trunk, the Every inch of him drenched with sweat.
apeman’s feet dropping to the ground, his naked Trickles running down his sides. The hair
arse invitingly exposed. Exposed to his men’s plastered to his head. The hair in the back of
switches, over a hundred times. The apeman’s his neck matted, lathered by his pain.
naked arse glowed angry and crimson before
them. Painfully. Exhaustedly. Invitingly. The
sweat of his exhaustion and pain shimmered in Tarzan felt a hand rest on his burning
the sun. Kwami had seen the effect the whipping backside. Kwami felt the apeman shudder at
had had on some of his men. He’d seen their the touch of his hand. His fingers slid down
hands having to adjust themselves in their into the gap between Tarzan’s legs. Without
loincloths. He’d seen some of their bulges after thinking, Tarzan squeezed his arse cheeks
they’d whipped his arse. He’d seen their eyes together. And hissed as his beaten flesh
eating up the sight of the pain on that naked flesh. screamed back. Pain like a torrent of scalding
He knew they wanted more. And, as far as water surged down his legs.
Kwami was concerned … yes, they deserved it.
Kwami did not fail to miss the move, his
Tarzan had given them no trouble, letting himself agonised apeman instinctively defended
be bound over the end of the tree trunk and himself there despite the agony of squeezing
beaten in the hope of sparing Jane pain. Tarzan on tortured flesh. His finger tips continued to
had sacrificed himself for his woman. He’d let flex and press down the crack towards his
himself be taken to save her life. The apeman, it apeman’s legs. Despite the onset of more
seemed, could have his woman but he had pain, Tarzan crushed his cheeks protectively
robbed Kwami of his slave girl. It seemed only together. Triggering further sharp shockwaves
fitting that he should pay for Kwami’s nights spent up his whiplashed backside. Gritting himself
alone in his bed. Yes, his men deserved it. into the pain, Tarzan squeezed and held
Tarzan deserved it. himself tense. Felt his heart pound against the
trunk beneath his chest.
Kwami had seen the lust in his men’s eyes the His head throbbed with a buzzing from the
more pain they had whipped out of the apeman’s lashings he had taken, hissing rang loud in his
arse. He’d let them freely slash their switches at ears. His backside was on fire, his legs felt
his writhing backside. But that experience, it weak. And it felt like an inferno burned on his
seemed, had only spurred them on. His howls of back. The whipping had seemed endless, the
pain had incited them, they wanted more. Kwami burning was eternal. Yet still he managed to
saw their gazes rooted on that inviting flesh, their contain the pain of fighting Kwami’s hand up
bodies inflamed to awkward hardening in their between his legs. He felt his breath lighten,
groins. Kwami himself was not interested in break down into short gasps spewing onto the
taking his captive like that. He had his own plans tree below. He jerked hard when a finger
for the apeman that would bring much greater lightly travelled up his arse crack. His growl
satisfaction. An infinitely greater thrill than a piece burst out angry, his voice broken. He clenched
of the apeman’s arse. But they wanted it, their his backside tight together. His breath coming
hands were not enough to satisfy their greed. light and fast. Feeling the escalation of
And Kwami could hardly deny the temptation of burning with every squeeze. He clenched his
such a deed. He felt aroused merely at the teeth at the pain from his stinging backside.
thought of it, just what that act would do to a virile And froze in anticipation.
man like the apeman. How being raped would rip
at the apeman’s soul. And being taken by a “They think you owe them more, apeman”.
dozen men! Kwami reeled with excitement at Tarzan in pain ringing in his ears missed the
what that terrifying awareness would do to his words, he did not understand what Kwami
apeman. A dozen men about to take him. To meant. But he heard the tone, more than a
tremble in horror at the danger to his arse. The touch of malice in Kwami’s warning. His finger
assault on his manliness. Virile, self-assured. Yet again gave a gentle flick up at Tarzan’s crack.
unable to stop them, Raped, again, and again. For Kwami. there was no hurry. This was a
And again. And the music of his screams as they moment to be drawn out. To savour the
took his arse apart. It was a punishment much growing awareness of the apeman. To relish
more devastating than the whipping his arse had his growing understanding of what was coming
next. The reality slowly dawning. Seeping
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through his pain-fogged mind. Working out how switches biting into his agonised backside.
many men were waiting to take him. His anger Angry growls mixed with hissing pain. Stinging
growing, throbbing through his blood. His fear of lashes sent him jerking in red-hot pain against
the pain building in his heart. Down in his front, the trunk. Their laughter turning malicious.
no doubt fear starting to fill him in his crutch. Tarzan was determined they’d not take him
Anger, dread and impotence flooding him down without a fight. And they didn’t want to, they
there, trapped against the tree trunk. Kwami’s wanted his futile retaliation, it spurred them on,
finger lightly flickered at the entrance to his it fed the hunger in their loins. They’d placed
impending humiliation. Savouring the feeling of the stakes wide apart. Laughing, they sweated
the apeman who was becoming aware of what as they fought to stretch him that wide, getting
was to happen, knowing he could do nothing to more excited and aroused at his futile attempts
prevent the pain, nothing he could do to escape to fight them off. With a growl of effort, Tarzan
this ultimate disgrace. He’d roar, he’d bellow. But tried to pull up the stake, his one ankle tied and
uselessly so. Deliciously uselessly so. He had spreading him wide. But they just grabbed his
virtually roped himself on this tree to save his other foot and tried to pull him wide apart
woman. He had made himself vulnerable to these again.
men. And whipping his arse had not been
enough. They wanted more and they would take Desperation flooded Tarzan’s veins. He
more. Knowing, fearing, dreading the pain of a bellowed in defiance, his body pumped up with
dozen men invading him. Men intent on relieving fury. Fear of mass rape swamped his free leg
their lust at the expense of his agony, clawing and powered it into furious kicks. The evil in
satisfaction from this shameful indignity, wallowing their lust-driven laughter sent tidal waves of
in his useless roars of anger. rage seething through his body. He’d not give
in. He kicked, he bucked. He cursed and
Tarzan’s heart rate spiked at the thought. For a raged.
second, more cold sweat filmed his back. He felt
that incomprehensible heat growing in his crutch But in vain. Both legs were spread
at this threat to his body. This assault on his uncomfortably wide, roped by the ankles
manliness. The abuse of his very being. Another outwards to sturdy stakes, Tarzan humped
light touch of the finger slowly taunting him ran the with his hips to fight his bonds. Stretched the
length of his sweating crack. And he felt a surge length of the tree, his shoulders lifted off the
of anger pulse through his blood, felt his heart trunk. He pushed on his wrists bound under
pound at the threat of rape. the tree, he heaved against the rope around
“We both owe them more”, he heard Kwami gloat. his waist. And his every futile effort was
He gave a playful slap at the apeman’s arse as he greeted with roars of laughter. At the muscles
hauled on his wrist ropes and strained at the rope of his back shimmering under his sweat, at the
around his waist. The kind of playful slap a man bulging of his shoulders trembling with his
can afford when he dominates a helpless victim. efforts. His shouts of rage drove hands to their
A sneer of anticipation creased his face. This day groins, the excitement growing, feeling incited
was turning out better than planned. by his struggles of helplessness. Spurred on
by the sight of him thrashing uselessly.
Hopeless yet fighting, trapped, under their total
************ control. His captive fury only arousing their
lust. It was their ropes that dominated him.
5b. Soon it would be their iron rods. His streams
They were useless. Meaningless futile gestures. of cursing only served to send surges of raging
But Tarzan could not let them get away with it, not energy into their loincloths.
without a fight. Waves of anger-powered strength
flooded his body and surged through his dread- Tarzan froze when he felt a hand passed down
drenched torso. Stakes were being pounded into between his legs and touch around his balls.
the earth by his feet. Tarzan lashed out “Still think you can’t be beaten? Apeman”.
continuously to kick the men away. Intense
energy pulsed into his thighs and his foot landed Tarzan growled in fury back at Kwami but the
powerful thuds at Kwami’s men hammering in hand underneath just stroked him taunting.
stakes to stretch his legs. And they retaliated, a Kwami felt the ballsack was tight. The dread of
dozen switches lashing into his burning backside. his rape had flushed the apeman out in the
Lashings and laughter mocking Tarzan’s futile crutch. The tightness of the skin betrayed the
desperation. Lust and bestiality fuelling their hardness in his front. The apeman had grown
moves. hard, hard in dread of the next move. At fear
of his arse being taken. By all these men.
And, secretly, the men were pleased he still had Kwami too felt a rush of domination down
fight in him. All the sweeter to mount an apeman below filling him out. He leant right forward,
uselessly resisting and roaring in helpless fury. twitching his groin into Tarzan’s burning arse,
When hands tried to bind rope around his ankles, and Kwami’s tongue gave a long lick up a
Tarzan thrashed out at them again. And with stream of sweat down the apeman’s back.
gusto and laughter they lashed back. Stinging Tarzan froze. Feeling Kwami’s evil crutch
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pressed against his arse. Feeling him hardened,
ready to lead the assault. Barely breathing, teeth ************
gritted, fists clenched waiting in fury for Kwami’s
attack on his arse. 5c.
Still touching his apeman’s ballsack with his palm, Kwami did not want a share of the apeman’s
Kwami stretched a finger forward and stroked. At arse. His moment of satisfaction would come
the tip of his finger, hot and hard, he felt the solid when they reached the beach and he saw the
root of the apeman’s shaft. He felt Tarzan twitch expression on Tarzan’s face. This time with
at his touch, felt the body beneath his own press the apeman was his gift to his men. His arse
away, trying to deny Kwami access to the trapped was theirs alone. Taking the apeman had
manhood. But Tarzan was trapped against the gone easier than planned, his woman had
tree. Back and forward, Kwami stretched out his made sure of that. Nevertheless his men had
finger and pressed on the hot hard flesh trapped come prepared to take the apeman on, geared
beneath the apeman’s hips. up for a dangerous fight, willing to slog it out
“You’re a dead man” snarled the captive with the fearless apeman. The apeman had
underneath his hardened crutch. given in surprisingly easily. But even then,
Kwami squeezed the balls in the palm of his hand. without them Kwami would not have his
Because he could, because the apeman growled revenge, they’d earned this reward.
back at him in retaliation.
“Not me, apeman”. He would not take a share of his arse. But he
Kwami had pumped fear into his apeman. He’d did yearn for the apeman’s pain. It was a
Tarzan so to tense that the apeman could no hunger he could not satisfy. He did deserve
longer hold back the fright that pumped fear up his that. He almost felt he wanted to wash his
cock. Tarzan knew fear. Fear of Kwami, fear of face in the apeman’s rage. Bathe in his pain,
his helplessness. Fear of pain, fear of the cleanse his soul in the apeman’s raped shame.
humiliation. The fear of rape. A rush of power So Kwami climbed up on the trunk, straddled it
flooded Kwami at the thought, a rush that he just in front of the apeman’s hands and settled
twitched against the apeman’s fiery arse. The back to watch. The best seat, the perfect view.
apeman’s solid sweaty cock had betrayed him. Right in the apeman’s face.
Revealing the truth that the apeman knew fear.
The apeman could not control the fear that The Mtwala were feared around. These men
flooded his cock. The fear Kwami had gifted him. had often been naked together celebrating
He knew it. Kwami knew it. Now Kwami’s hand their victories in their raiding parties, together
rubbing up and down the fear-flooded cock told taking the women in villages they had
Tarzan that Kwami knew he’d got the mighty captured. They were never averse to sharing
Tarzan frightened. an unruly husband who thought to protect his
women. Already, Kwami noticed some men
Pressing gently on the solid shaft, Kwami curled had brazenly stripped off their loincloths and
his fingers back pulling the apeman’s skin with were getting themselves ready, preparing
him. A long strong insistent stretch on the fear- themselves for the apeman prize.
filled cockshaft. Stretching the apeman far back,
releasing his cockhead from the skin. He felt the
body beneath him go stiff with anger. A smile But this fun was threatening to break down.
broke on Kwami’s lips. He leant forward and They all suspected the apeman’s arse to be
planted a single kiss on the burning flesh of the unbroken, every one of them hoped to claim
whipped backside. A kiss of domination. his virgin hole. A worthy prize indeed. Those
Because he could and the apeman could do two brothers Mzama and Bukawa were at it
nothing about it. He leaned his hips against the again, shoving at each other. Determined to
apeman’s arse, he gave a final shove with his beat the other to the apeman’s arse. True,
stiffening cock into his apeman’s backside. their competitiveness was deep-down playful,
Enjoying the tension of anticipation stiff against good-natured. But elsewhere the mood was
his own hardness. worse. Bad tempered exchanges broke out.
But Kwami didn’t want that, he’d rather watch. Men posturing, male egos bristling, chests
Watch the expressions of horror playing across pushed forward, some tussling and pushing
this captive’s face. Hear his growls of rage each other around. Hands shoving against
change into fears of helplessness, transform into chests, determined to be the first to plough
hisses of searing pain. Watch the body shudder pain up the apeman’s screaming arse.
with shock, wipe away the tears of humiliation and
anguish. His own pleasures came later, on the Kwami’s snapped order cut them short. He
shore. Kwami pushed himself up off the shouted at them to stop. And they listened!
apeman’s sweat-drenched back.. He gave the Kwami’s almost showed his surprise on his
whiplashed arse a fond slap. Wishing his apeman face. They’d stopped and listened! Suddenly
luck. And all the shame and pain in the world. Kwami had respect. They respected his
Kwami handed the apeman over. He stood aside authority! Kwami had the apeman to thank for
for his men. A dozen of them. A dozen men he this. Victory over the apeman, that’s what it
owed. gave him. Suddenly his men obeyed, they
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respected him, they listened! He was a chief muscles, growling back in anger, yet he knew
again! himself helpless, vulnerable.
Tarzan lifted his head at the sternness in Kwami’s
voice. In front of his face, just along the trunk, Tarzan could feel the man was not yet ready.
Tarzan’s arms stretched out towards Kwami He felt him lift his cock and slap it in place into
straddling the tree trunk. Tarzan’s wrists were Tarzan’s crack. Tarzan felt desperate to
trapped down by the rope around the tree, defend himself, but he knew the best he could
scraped raw by his body writhing under the lashes do was make it more difficult. Tarzan
to his backside. And just beyond them sat squirmed and wriggled with his hips against his
Kwami’s groin. Sitting up commanding his men. attacker, struggling to escape as best he could.
Seated as close as possible to catch every Till strong hands gripped him by the hips and
moment, an eager spectator for Tarzan’s mass pulled Tarzan hard towards the growing threat
rape. This man was sick. forced into his own crack.
Kwami caught Tarzan’s look. He saw anger fill The rhythm of the hot flesh rubbing itself
the captive’s eyes, he caught the jaw set firm, the through Tarzan’s whiplashed arse crack was
mouth harden. The apeman was giving him determined and slow. Tarzan still tried to
nothing. He was all attitude, despite the wriggle out of contact but fingernails dug into
whippings, despite the pain. Tarzan was all man, his hips and held him trapped. The hardening
not just physically. Mentally too. Determined, manhood slid easily through the slick of sweat
resolved, anger pounding through his blood. in his crack, the hands lifting on his hips
Admirable in another but today Tarzan would jammed Tarzan’s backside inescapably
learn respect for Kwami – just like his men had. against the growing threat. Feeling the
It was Kwami who ruled here. Kwami reached burgeoning weapon rocking against his own
forward. Slowly. Their eyes burning into each arse crack, Tarzan threw hatred into his eyes.
other. Kwami leant forward and grabbed Tarzan Fear and dread turned to anger and rage. He
by the hair. Pulled the head up so their eyes bored his eyes into Kwami’s face. Sitting there
would stay locked on each other in rivalry. almost drooling, watching Tarzan closely,
Enjoying the fight that glared back at him. noting every nuance of feared anticipation,
Enjoying the wince of pain from the pull on the waiting for every pained expression. Tarzan
scalp. Paired off for a fight, Kwami and Tarzan sent all his fury into that glance, enraged,
battling it out in the duel for the apeman’s arse. revenge burning in his heart. Tarzan swore to
Staring still into the hateful eyes burning up at himself, when this was over, he’d rip Kwami’s
him, Kwami sternly issued the order. head off, - whatever it cost. No matter the
consequences, if it was Tarzan’s last move in
“First goes Kwamodi”. life, Kwami would die by his own hands.
There were groans from the men, a few half-
hearted protests. Kwami continued to return the Kwami did not lift his eyes from the trapped
apeman’s glare. apeman’s face. But down the other end of the
“You all know why!” trunk, he heard Kwamodi moan as he grew.
His voice deepened, manfully, pleasurably.
They did, they all knew why. And the tension For Tarzan, ominously. Through his grip on
broke. Some laughed, others sniggered. the apeman’s head, Kwami felt pressure each
Kwamodi was enormous. Abnormally so. Girls time Kwamodi thrust, his manhood growing,
ran from him. What a starter! If they could not pushing hard and slow. He heard Kwamodi’s
take the apeman first themselves, there was no moans deepen, his pleasure lengthening with
better choice. Kwamodi swelled to an perverse his thickening shaft rubbing through the
thickness. He’d open the apeman’s gates. And trapped arse crack. Without needing to look,
how! The apeman would scream. His cries would Kwami could sense the growing arousal, he
have them all reaching to their groins in a frenzy. could hear his voice deepen in anticipation.
Kwamodi to go first! What a laugh! Then with five quicker deeper thrusts Kwamodi
A few remained disappointed but all bowed to reached his limit. He was ready for the
Kwami’s wisdom. Some called out their approval. apeman. Kwamodi, hero of the moment,
Kwamodi to go first. Inspired! claiming the apeman’s virgin arse.
Kwami tightened his grip in the apeman’s
scalp, pulled him up further by the hair. He’d
Kwami still had hold of an unsuspecting Tarzan by not miss a moment. He pulled up Tarzan’s
the hair, twisting his neck painfully up, eyes face and gave him his malevolent sneer.
burning. He’d keep the apeman like that so he Kwami did not want to miss a single look. This
could revel in the pain scratched in that face. He was the moment of a lifetime. When
felt Tarzan tense when a body pressed up against Kwamodi’s thickness gave the apeman the
him between his legs. Knowing the worst was shock of his life.
about to happen, Tarzan squeezed himself tight
there. But the stakes stretched him wide open,
offering him up. Desperately squeezing on his
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************ Tarzan felt he had been torn to shreds.
Tongues of fire raked through his arse. Claws
5d. of fire ripped up through his guts. The shock of
His hisses of pain, the cries of anger, his howls of the first abuser stretching his arse around an
agony ripped out off the tree trunk, - they were enormous cock had nearly disabled his mind.
doing the trick. The apeman’s suffering was He thought he’d rip apart. Tarzan had tried to
keeping them hard. He had lifted Kwami’s men to squeeze the monster out. But, legs
levels of body-blowing excitement. Tarzan was widespread, he’d had no chance. And when
driving them wild. Men still waiting their turn Tarzan thought he could go no more, the
clutched at tortured groins, hips drove into tight attacker had shoved himself in deeper. With a
gripped fists at the apeman’s torment. Kwami had roar of triumph ringing in his ears, Tarzan felt
hung on to the captive’s scalp a long time. He himself torn apart. His own roars of anger
had read every bit of pain that dripped off that turned to tears of pain forced from his eyes. It
shock-twisted face. Through his grip, Kwami had was like fighting against solid granite. He tried
felt the apeman shaken by violent shudders. to hold on to his pain in face of Kwami’s
Forces released by a torture that had stretched sneers. But the relentless drive of that
his arse beyond the limits. enormous spike pushing further in was
excruciating. And the attacks had gone on.
Pinned down on the tree trunk, Tarzan lay More and more. Men freshly filled with evil lust
incapacitated by crippling pain. Torn apart by and surging with malevolence. Wanting to be
shock and devastating shame. His head reeled, the one who made the apeman squeal. It felt
lurching in a slow dizzy dance. Half a dozen men as though his innards were being scraped with
had forced themselves on him, more to go. His fine sand. As though he was being stretched
rape had endured, it seemed, since a painful so far he was being torn to shreds. Tarzan
forever. The pain and shock, the trauma and tried gritting his teeth, he grimaced wildly,
shame that had battered his body and mind were uncontrollably. But nothing could stop the
almost too much for his consciousness to bear. shudders of shock, nothing took away the
The same scene had repeated itself over and unbelievable red-raw pain.
over; pinned down on the tree trunk, his legs
spread wide apart, one of Kwami’s men grasping And it wasn't just the pain alone. The jarring
at him by the hips and viciously thrusting at his thuds into his backside kept up the their vicious
hole. Hard mean-minded groins ramming into his pace, pain drove him towards agony as one
backside, driving malicious man-flesh up through attacker and the other forced himself on him
abused burning tissue. Intent on hurting him the further. No, not just the pain, it was the abuse,
most. Intent on driving his pain to the limit – and the humiliation, the inhumanity. Cries of
then beyond. His whip-lashed arse was pumped encouragement from the others cheered his
like a piston, each man vengefully ramming his attackers on. Tarzan grimaced at the jeers
evil cock in and out of Tarzan’s disgrace. that greeted his body shuddering with pain.
Rejoicing at the thrill that one of their own was
burying himself inside. That a brutal thrust
Tarzan thought he was coming apart at the brought shakes to Tarzan’s pain-crippled body.
seams. His burning arse throbbed agonisingly in Cheers for Kwamodi’s granite-solid cock
unison with the pounding of the blood in his ears. ripping Tarzan right through to his very core.
A half-dozen blades of serrated pain had stabbed Mocking him. Brutalising him. Abusing him.
up his searing raw arse. Dazed by the pain, Each attacker driven to beat his predecessor,
unmanned by the shame. A dizzying maelstrom their viciousness getting progressively worse.
of raw male anguish. Crippled in his mind by Tarzan’s cries of shock only spurring them on.
shame and impotence. Overwhelming His every hiss of pain erupting in jeers. The
hopelessness scalded his fiery guts. spasms of his pain urging them on, bursting
out in scornful laughter. The shame and pain
of his rape was feeding their mean-minded
Jane sobbed hysterically, driven insane by this aching loins.
inhumanity. They’d raped him, raped him again
and again. They were raping him for the pleasure The mighty apeman’s soul being destroyed
of his pain. He’d bravely tried fighting back, before their eyes! Ripped apart with the pain
roaring in fury, threatening with his curses. But up his arse. What greater sight! His
pain, shame and degradation were wearing him uncontrollable tears of humiliation kept
down. His tears of pain had her clutching her shooting surges of lust to the tips of their
hands to her mouth. His howls were driving her cocks. And there, sneering triumphant right in
mad. And he was doing this for her! And the his face, Tarzan saw Kwami gloating.
bastards were laughing. They kept on laughing!
They were laughing at him. Mocking him and
laughing at this inhumanity. They were animals. To be continued in a future Variation…..
Baying for his agony.
(Fade out for Variation 5)
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Variation 6: Back-twist
(Could possibly continue from Variation 1:
Crippled)
6a.
“Harm her, Kwami, and I’ll rip your throat out”.
Tarzan heard the croak in his voice betray the
pain from the burning pain in his feet. But his
anger at Kwami’s abuse of Jane made him
blurt out the threat, his lips curling back into an
animal-like snarl. They had thrown him on the
ground on his back, hauled his feet up in the
air and viciously whipped the soles of his feet
to stop him from running away. The assault
had been long, devastating and brutal. He was
burning up with pain. Tears streaked his face.
His hands tied underneath his back were
crunched tight to fight the blaze searing and
eating at his feet. And yet still Tarzan
controlled the tremble in his voice, enough to
warn his attacker. Watch out with Jane, he
threatened, we have a deal.
Kwami and his men had surprised the apeman
and his woman in their sleep. Taking them
together had been a benefit, Kwami had not
counted on the effect. He would never have
sacrificed himself for a woman in that way. But
– to save his woman from harm – the
apeman had let himself be taken and bound.
Kwami wondered – after the crippling beating
he had taken to his feet - whether that
weakness was something the apeman now
regretted.
In his anxiety for his woman, the apeman
betrayed his weakness. Kwami noticed the
apeman’s eyes flash over to her, he bit at his
lip in concern, weakened by the terror written
on her face. Her look of fear seemed to cripple
him into submission. Kwami had not worked
out what he would do with the woman when
Tarzan was gone. But she had led Kwami to
many tempting thoughts.
After releasing his feet from the ropes, Tarzan
had rolled himself into a protective ball on his
side. He lay in the dirt nursing his tortured
feet. The soles of his feet were on fire but still
he fought to keep his every sense on alert.
Like a hawk spying out the smallest chance.
Like a cat ready to pounce. And when Kwami
dragged Jane closer to him, Tarzan’s
protective instincts flared.
Then the others kicked him over again on his
back, trapping his tied arms underneath in the
dirt, the excruciating pain in his feet and legs
still torturing him, the burn inescapably written
on his face. Through watering eyes, Tarzan
saw Kwami with one hand in Jane’s hair pulling
her head back. The back-twist from her back
pressed over Kwami’s chest shot her breasts
forward against the thin shift, now wet with the
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perspiration of her fear. Drunk with exhaustion,
crippled with the pain in his feet, nevertheless Another brutal shove on his back knocked
Tarzan’s eyes instinctively caught sight of Jane’s Tarzan hard forwards. Instinct jammed his foot
fear-hard nipple. Straining against thin white into the earth. A sharp cry of pain erupted. As
cotton. A flash of memory of the previous night if he had stumbled onto a raging fire, hot coals
briefly illuminated Tarzan’s mind when his mouth searing at his feet, burning embers charring
had covered them with a thousand kisses. skin from his flesh. Mocking laughter greeted
his cry. Tarzan would run nowhere for a long
“Harm her, apeman? Why should I? She has too time. He froze and shuddered, so intense the
much to offer”, Kwami sneered at the doubtful pain in the soles of his feet. Shoved and
look on Tarzan’s face. Suddenly a knife was at jostled, hobbling on agonised feet, every step
her throat. Tarzan recognised it, his own knife. torture, every move torment. His arms tied
He was instantly on alert. helplessly behind, Tarzan was shoved limping,
“Make no trouble, apeman. And she’ll not be tottering and shuddering in agony towards the
harmed”, the chief’s son snapped back. trees.
Tarzan fought to calm himself. For Jane’s sake.
He’d get Kwami for this. He did not know how.
He did not know when. First he’d have to bide his Jane could not bear to look. At his first step,
time - for her sake. His feet were on fire from she had seen Tarzan’s body crumple in a giant
their beating, nagging aches gnawed in his groin shiver. That first touch of his whipped soles on
from when Kwami’s henchman had gleefully the earth turned his body into one muscled
crushed Tarzan’s balls, his ears hissed with the spasm of pain. That first touch of his foot had
sounds of his pain. But Jane’s throat rested at the seen him convulsed in a seizure of agony.
point of his own stolen blade, Tarzan would have She could not see his face but she saw the
to bide his time. Gingerly Tarzan nodded to whole of his body tremble in a fearsome
Kwami, agreeing not to cause trouble. He’d not spasm. And the torment of his pain was met
put Jane at risk. But, he swore to himself Kwami only with heartless laughs from Kwami’s men
would pay for this. and encouraged them into another shove that
“Get him up”, Kwami snapped. jammed crippling pain up through his other
foot.
Tarzan cried out at the total pain when they
hauled him to his feet. Crippling agony had him Jane looked away. The sight of his brave body
hobbling around on his feet. They had whipped creased in indescribable pain was more than
his feet countless times. When they pulled she could bear. He was doing this for her. To
Tarzan to his feet, he cried out, stepping gingerly save her. She too had suffered with him.
from one foot to the other. staggering on the She’d had to watch his feet being viciously
bruised and battered soles of his feet. whipped. Her heart was in her mouth at every
Desperately, he tried to find some place that did thwack of the stick into his soles, his every jolt
not cripple him with piercing pains, trying to stand of pain that cut through his writhing body tore
on the sides. Desperately he tried not to show his at her heart-strings.
pain. Yet it was impossible, he was unable to
hold back the hisses of pain that erupted from And now the laughter from his captors ridiculed
behind his clenched teeth. him as her brave lover stumbled painfully and
“And take care, apeman. It’s your life or hers”, humiliatingly on crippled feet. His anguish
Kwami warned. Tarzan, gritting his teeth together ripped her apart. She looked away, closed her
against the tears streaking his eyes, he nodded eyes to the horror around her. She fled in
his agreement. desperation to the glorious time only a few
hours ago when he had been happy, so
“Bring him over there!” Kwami ordered, indicating gloriously in love. She saw him again on top of
the trees at the edge of the clearing. Tarzan her, his kisses covering her navel. She saw
noticed Kwami stay out of the way with Jane, he the playful look in his eyes when he snarled
knew Tarzan would not make a run for it and like a young lion cub, baring his fangs at her.
leave his woman behind. He knew too Tarzan So sexy, so much fun. So much a man in
could not make a run for it on his tortured feet. loved. His teeth snapping at her in a teasing
threat, his lips nipping provocatively at her
Tarzan felt a shove in his shoulders. It threw him breast. And all the time, his hot hardness
forward hard onto a whiplashed foot. Despite rocking against her thigh. His promise of
himself, he called out at the pain. He doubled things to come.
over, for a moment incapacitated by pain. Tears
shot to his eyes. It was as if a red-hot spear had His tender animal-like snarls played with her as
stabbed him through the foot. A tooth-edged his body crawled up hers, his lips on her neck,
metal blade cutting through the soles of his feet nipping and snapping at her under the ear.
sending shudders of pain up his legs. Red-hot She could feel her excitement at his hotness
metal rammed upwards, piercing him up through sliding slowly up her leg. Sometimes, the
to the knee. Crippling pain cut into the sinews of passion overtaking him, his hard flesh needing
his legs, threatening to fell him to his knees. the feel of his push strongly against her thigh,
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deep smiling sighs, a moan of need resounding in
his throat. Two or three long hard pushes of his ***********
manflesh against her leg, long deep moans as he
revelled in the touch of her velvet flesh against his 6b.
burning mushroom head. Once she’d closed her Tarzan watched. At the second attempt, the
legs around it and trapped him between her rope had snaked over the branch overhead
thighs. Her heart soared at the moan of pleasure and trailed back downwards towards his back.
she gave him as she squeezed against him. A Kwami was staying at a safe distance,
broad smile shone down into her face, his eyes Tarzan’s own knife in his hand still threatening
alive and sparkling as he absorbed the look of Jane and keeping Tarzan under control. A
wonder in her face. punch in his back knocked Tarzan forwards, he
hissed as his weight thudded painfully into his
She remembered the hard tip of his manhood battered foot. He had felt angry at himself as
tapping at her door. His hips slowly gyrating, his they shoved and jostled him towards the trees.
hardness tickling at her damp opening. It was her The pains in his swollen feet had had him
moans that now drifted up into his face. It was her stumbling and shuddering at crippling shocks
hips that lifted. It was her moves that captured that threatened to fell him to his knees. He
him and invited him to enter. Tarzan waiting, knew not to show them his weakness but the
smiling, held up above her face on his strong stabbing pains were excruciating. With every
arms. Their eyes met. He had slipped inside, just step he took, his mouth creased with the pain.
inside, and then stopped, waiting. Asking Despite himself he could not hold back the
permission. Waiting for her invitation. Holding gasp when a shove slammed the sole of his
himself back. Their eyes, longing, needing, foot hard into the earth. Behind his back
explored each other’s souls. Tarzan towered over hands quickly had his wrist bonds tied to the
her on powerful arms, looking down into her very overhead rope. A quick yank pulled Tarzan’s
being. The world outside had disappeared. She arms up his back, another pull had him bent
had lifted her head, her lips had planted a soft kiss forward doubled-up. The forward bend pushed
on his chin. Lifting her hips, she had taken him in, him onto his injured feet. Tarzan shifted
clutched at him and taken him into herself, already desperately trying to find some position that did
soft for him and moist with his seed. Claiming not cripple his feet with pain.
him. As one, their bodies had melted. A softness
illuminating his face, Tarzan had slowly lowered Then Kwami was suddenly there, his hand
into her. Claiming her, as she claimed him. gripped Tarzan by the hair and yanked his face
Together their moans of bliss had drifted gently on upwards, twisting his neck painfully against the
the balmy night air. pull of the rope on his arms. Teeth clenched,
face written with the drag on his scalp, Tarzan
Jane snapped back to their horrifying reality at stared back angrily into Kwami’s eyes.
Tarzan’s cry. Another stab from another shove
ramming his tortured feet onto the earth. His “The beginning of the end, apeman”, Kwami
arms were behind him, they had now tied his predicted in his face. “Your end”.
wrists to a rope, thrown the other end over an Tarzan could not avoid displaying the pain
overhead branch and pulled his arms high up twisted in his arms and strain in his back-bent
behind his back, bending him forward, folding him neck. He regretted it - but could not prevent
double. There was some history between Tarzan those signals of pained weakness in his face.
and this tribe that she did not know. But nothing His feet were on fire, his torso ached with
could justify this inhumanity, this mean-minded exhaustion and the sweat of pain dripped down
torture. This was unimaginable, their savagery his face.
beyond belief. They were monsters. Forcing his
weight full onto his beaten soles. Tarzan had “Still think you can out-smart me?” Kwami
sacrificed himself for her. Every time Kwami sneered.
threatened her, Tarzan gave way. Out of his love Tarzan briefly caught the nod to someone
for her, Tarzan was submitting to a merciless behind him. He heard the swish of danger
torture. cutting through the air. And then he cried out
with the shock of lashing pain. A stinging slash
They had him bent double, a rope pulling his arms cut like a knife blade into the bare flesh of his
up his back. Pushing him pitilessly onto the soles exposed backside. The smarting pain,
of his whip-lashed feet. He was doing this to together with the crippling force behind the
protect her. Out of love for her. These men were blow, knocked Tarzan forward on his feet.
animals, heartless. His suffering was a torment. Double pain met a third jolt flashing up his leg.
To him, to her. She forced herself to watch. Out His whole body spasmed into unbelievable
of respect, after all he was going through this for shock. The sole of his foot jammed into the
her. Where, though, she wondered to herself, earth. A jarring stabbed him sharply in the
where would this end? Her knuckles dug into her foot. He froze. Tremors of indescribable pain
mouth in her anxiety for him. She suddenly bit her ripped up from his feet, paralysed his body with
lip to suppress her gasp of shock as her man its own pain.
again cried out his love for her.
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“Still think you’re indestructible? Apeman?” Jane bit at her knuckles in horror. The two
Kwami pulled upwards on Tarzan’s hair, men behind were laying into Tarzan’s bare
threatening to rip the hair from his scalp. backside with split canes. A continuous salvo
Tarzan glared back but an unstoppable tear of biting pain slashing at his pain-reddened
watered his eyes. He failed to notice Kwami’s flesh. A singeing molten glow spread from his
next nod to the attacker behind. Suddenly, as if a arse to his knees. A low cutting blow behind
sword blade had sliced open the skin of his naked the knee threw Tarzan forward, his legs
backside, Tarzan cried out in shock and pain. sprawled towards the dirt. She gasped at his
Kwami’s man wielded a split bamboo that slashed double cry, his hiss at the sting of the cane, his
into the flesh of Tarzan’s bare backside. Smarting shout at the jolt in his shoulders.
pain cut through to Tarzan’s very core. He fell Seizing the moment of his weakness, with the
forward onto his foot. Pain ripped a cry of violence of a jungle storm, the rain of the
agonised surprise out of him. Despite himself, canes erupted. Tarzan hung helpless off the
pain crumpled his legs out from under him. His rope, his feet trailing uselessly in the dirt, every
knees gave way, he collapsed forward onto his slash of stinging canes ramming painful jolts
back-twisted arms. Shocks rammed themselves into his arms. A smarting blow threw up his
through his arms, his whole body suddenly head in pain. Jane saw the look of total agony
yanked down on his back-stretched shoulders. scratched across his face. Mouth frozen open,
Jarring pain ripped up his back-bent arms, cheeks convulsed by pain, eyes bulging with
lightning flashes crackled in his hands. horror. Then he leapt up with shock and then
Tarzan pulled hard on his pain-filled arms to right fell down again, his whole weight braked
himself, desperately he fought the stabs piercing agonisingly by yank of the rope. The jolt cut
his shoulders. Before the next attack, Tarzan massive flashes of pain up the length of his
struggled to haul himself back onto his burning arms. His tortured cry was cut short by the
feet again. In desperation, he was forcing himself next stinging lash biting at his backside.
back onto his agonised feet. Every move was Sending his body jolting up. His sharp cry
pain, every twist was agony. He jammed his slicing at the air.
knees straight to support himself. Suddenly he
shot up on his toes, searing pain again crippling An endless cycle of twists and pain, a
his feet. continuing string of jolts and agony sent
Tarzan’s head spinning in conflict and
On and on, the splitting canes slashed onto his confusion. Pain had hold of his body. Fury
bare backside, stinging lashes cut pain into the took possession of his mind. Fury at using
backs of his thighs. Everywhere stinging hurt. Jane, threatening her, frightening her. Fury at
Sweat streamed down Tarzan’s face. Pain his inability to hit back. Fury he could not
screeched through his torso. Thunder crashed in defend her. Rage at Kwami’s victory over his
his ears. His feet were on fire. His backside tortured body. The rope caught him again with
ablaze. His body riven with pain. a painful tug on his back-bent arms. Another
broken cry spewed unstoppable onto the earth.
Tarzan was wild with the pain that slashed and Torn by his fury, ripped by salvoes of stinging
thrashed at his twisting body. His back felt on fire. pain. Bent forward, his exposed backside was
Every forward jerk threw him onto his feet. Every flaring crimson-red. Ablaze. Tarzan jerked
jolt flashed tremors of incredible pain crackling up uncontrollably, dancing helplessly to Kwami’s
his legs. His head was in a spin, his mind tune. Back-hanging, sweating and exhausted,
delirious, within a dizzying vortex of seemingly twisted off the rope up his back. Throat on fire
never-ending pain. His hands still bound behind, with his cries. Flames licked up his legs. A
bent double, Tarzan dreaded landing on his feet, firestorm raged in his whipped backside.
so weakening the pain. So blistering the agony. Murder seethed in Tarzan’s heart.
Another powerful blow, this time slashing into the Kwami felt a rush of excitement at the
back of his thighs, crumpled Tarzan at the knees. apeman’s cries. A tingling in his loins at the
Down he collapsed. His legs gave way. Jerked to apeman’s groans, the spray of his sweat off his
a stop by the rope up his back. Jarred to a halt pain-licked face. Tarzan looked beyond
with stabbing jolts into his shoulders. Sharp himself with torture and pain. Kwami knew,
flashes of lightning crackling up his arms. before another day dawned the apeman would
Hanging back-twisted off the rope, his feet know worse, much worse. Such unspeakable,
struggled for purchase in the dirt. Desperate to be unbearable pain. Every sinew in his body
on his legs before the next devastating blow again would screech out its agonies. His very being
sent him spinning with pain. He straightened his shredded, his fabled strength, his toughness,
knees and stabbed his feet down into the earth. his will to win destroyed before his very eyes.
Agony shot up from his feet. A cry broke from his
lips. Searing flames ignited in his legs. A heat Tarzan gave another sharp cry spinning off the
that seemed to suck the life out of him. Energy sting on his arse. The sounds were music to
poured out of him like a flood. Kwami’s ears, a drug, an echo of pain that
could only spur him on. Another sharp yelp
flushed to his loins as the apeman fought to
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get his legs under him. His only chance to stand
on the agony in his feet. A lash of the cane into Variation 7: Mocked
his bare backside threw Tarzan with a cry into the (Could easily follow on from Variation 5:
air. With a crash, he landed on one foot. Pain Invaded)
erupted from his twisted torso, spewed in a sharp
snort onto the earth. Pain that crumpled his knee. 7a.
In support Tarzan jammed his other foot into the If Kwami had to give out a special prize for
earth. And hissed out loud. Pain went crashing originality in topping off the apeman’s suffering
through his body like he was being scalded with that morning, it belonged to young Ngaia.
burning oil.
Ngaia had been kept out of the action when
(Fade out for Variation 6) they had taken the apeman captive. Kwami
had used experienced warriors when they had
found the apeman and his woman asleep.
Ngaia should never have been with the raiding
party, he was too young, too inexperienced.
As it was, the apeman had given them no
trouble in binding him over this fallen tree in
order to protect the life of his woman but still
Kwami had chosen to punish the captive with
his ablest and strongest men. Ngaia never got
a look-in at the capture. And when his men
had started invading the apeman’s arse over
this tree trunk, of course precedence had gone
with seniority. He’d have to wait his turn. And
there’d be a dozen warriors to take the
apeman before it came to Ngaia’s turn.
It was almost comical, though, to watch the
boy’s increasingly insane struggle with himself.
Kwami had noticed Ngaia getting more and
more frenetic. The youth had never known
such a frenzy of bloodlust as Tarzan’s capture
had aroused. He found it hard to cope. He
had paced up and down, clasped his hands
over the back of his head in frustrated despair,
he shook his head wildly from side to side. As
if the youthful erection jutting off his stomach
was torture to him. He kept grasping at
himself, giving himself hard squeezes, at times
he was pumping away at himself like a boy
possessed. As if demons had seized hold of
his body and he was burning with tongues of
fire. Pacing up and down in frustrated
impatience, he shook his head to dispel the
torment that held him crippled. And again he
was pacing up and down. Like a man
demented. Short desperate paces, breathing
heavily, sweat sheening off his face.
Strange behaviour but the youth had never
before known anything like the tortured lust he
was experiencing today. The sight of the
apeman repeatedly raped before his eyes.
Knowing he too would know that honour. But
when…? Seeing his tribe’s enemy destroyed
up the arse right in front of him. Hearing the
trapped and helpless roars of fury at the first
thought when Tarzan knew he was to be
raped. Seeing him shudder with intense pain
as Kwamodi buried himself to the hilt. Blood
pounded in Ngaia’s loins as the apeman’s
bellows of defiant fury were crippled by pains
and anguish. He could not control his hands
when the legend of the jungle’s rage was
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reduced to whines of agony. His tribe’s triumph apeman was demeaned, he appeared broken.
over their enemy as the apeman was shaken rigid His defeat locked in a body incoherent with
by every movement up his arse had Ngaia’s palm shock.
squeezing frenetically at his solid cockhead.
Blood thudded in his head at the frustration
pounding in his guts. His turn would come. But Truth be told, Kwami had earlier felt slightly
how much longer …? disappointed. He’d expected more. More fight
from the apeman. More rage, more fury. This
For now, Kwami had eyes mainly for the apeman. crippled flesh was not what he had promised
He seemed to be on the brink of physical himself. The apeman, lifeless and crushed, lay
collapse. All the earlier pain and torture was like motionless on the tree trunk. Kwami saw his
nothing next to the unmitigated brutality now being muscled back, quivering not with strength but
taken against his arse. Again and again and with the shock of rape. Every slight move of a
again. His torso bound over the top of the fallen warrior penetrated the apeman’s being with
tree trunk, his backside hanging freely and agonising pains. But, for Kwami, there was no
invitingly off the end, many of Kwami’s men had disappointment now. His men had annihilated
already rammed themselves up his backside. In the apeman. Where now was this fabled
rivalry with each other, vying to out-do their resolve? What had happened to his fearless
predecessors, each warrior had taken the fighting spirit? Where was the unbreakable
apeman, viciously trying to stamp their mark on courage? A sense of overpowering dominance
the apeman’s pain-writhing torso, each one swept through Kwami and took root in his loins.
determined to beat the others and drag an even There was no fight left now in the apeman,
more jagged cry of torment out of his captive soul. there was no fearsome roar.
Driven like animals, crying out for his pain, lusting What Kwami saw before him was a pain-
on his agony. drenched torso, a crimson red whiplashed
arse. His broken apeman had taken a
For a long time, Kwami had kept his grip of his ferocious whipping. His arse had been
apeman’s scalp, enjoying the intensity of his pounded by a dozen vengeful horny warriors.
gurgled groans and the ferocity of the convulsions Pain, agony, degradation and humiliation had
scratched across his face. No pain on earth could taken its toll. It was too much, - even for the
surpass the agonies shredding the apeman’s legendary apeman? On the tree trunk in front
mind and body. Every bit of flesh and bone was of him, Tarzan’s pain-drenched torso
burning, creating an inferno through which he shuddered again. A warrior had finished with
could barely see or hear or think. His guts, his him. Even the withdrawal of a flaccid warrior
legs, his arse were ablaze in sheets of fire. His cock sliding out through the red-raw flesh
smothered cries, his strangled curses of pain inside sent the apeman into quivering spasms
came wrenched out of an agonised soul. of whining pain. He was beaten. The
apeman’s cries coming broken and hoarse,
In a sudden body-wrenching convulsion, Tarzan’s cracking from his throat in strangled yelps.
suffering torso froze an instant. Just for a split
second. A white-hot sheet of pain filled him
inside. Turned him to solid muscled rock. There was a sob from behind. Kwami turned,
Freezing him into paralysis at the pain searing it was the apeman’s woman. Kwami had
through his innards. Then the agony released thought he’d hand the woman over to slavers.
him, seized him, shook him. Sending white-hot A bonus when he’d finished with the apeman.
pain surging through his limbs, roasting his guts, With that firm body and the long blond hair she
burning up his torso from the inside. Bursting was sure to fetch a premium price. But the
through to the surface in a gut-wrenching, mind- thought grew. To keep her in his hut. The
devouring firestorm that tore at his whole body. apeman’s woman - his own pet-slut. To keep
He shook frenziedly in his restraints, shuddering her as a constant reminder of this, the
violently the whole length of him, Sweat pouring, apeman’s final pain-filled annihilation. To take
the gurgling cries of his agony splitting the air. her up the arse in memory of his men’s rape of
the broken apeman. To remember through her
cries the apeman’s pained jerking on this trunk.
Kwami had released his head. The apeman lay To re-enact this scene at will, to re-live the
prone on the tree trunk. No resistance, no fighting apeman’s crushing defeat. By proxy to rape
back, no more bellows of anger. Only a gasp of Tarzan again and again in Kwami’s mind,
bleak dismay when the next cock slid inside him, weeks after the apeman had met his agonised
gliding in on the slip-stream of man-seed seeping end.
out of his hole. With each solid cock forced up his She was more than a prime piece of slave
hole, it seemed the apeman’s hold on sanity flesh for sale. She was a commemoration, a
wavered in the blistering heat of his pain. Shock celebration, a proxy. Through the woman,
had almost disabled his mind. Pain had taken its Kwami would take the apeman nightly up the
toll on his body. The degradation of rape had arse for days and weeks after he had met his
slashed at his soul in spirit-crushing ferocity. The terrifying end.
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Kwami’s attention was caught by a fracas down Then need got the better of him. He paced
the end of the tree. Ngaia had thrust himself wildly up and down, his hand squeezing
forward. Unable to wait his turn, the youth had uncontrollably at his cock. Till there was
shoved away the warrior who was finishing off nothing he could do to stop himself. His hand
with the apeman and Ngaia had elbowed his way had a life of its own. He told himself it would
in front of the next in line. He was already be alright to spill the demons tormenting his
thrusting himself inside Tarzan when angry hands cock onto the dirt with his seed. He’d get rid of
started to pull him away. Kwami held up his hand. that burning need. It would still be all right.
No harm done. The youth was desperate. Out of He’d still perform when they handed the
control. Let him go. apeman over to him. He was confident his
cock would not let him down when his turn
came. But there was no release. They would
************ not let him go, those fiends. The devils had
him in his grip,. He pumped like crazy but the
7b. demons would not let him go. There was no
Ngaia thought he’d go crazy. Devils had seized release. The fiends had him in their grip and
hold of his crutch, demons were torturing him by they would not let him go. There was just no
his cock. He had never had a hardness like it. seed spilt on the earth. No amount of
And it would not go down. He’d never felt a lust hammering away at his solid erection would
that could cripple and hurt like this before. Since release his ache. He was close to tears with
taking his turn at whipping the detested apeman’s the ache that had his body in its grip. A sob
arse, his cock had been solid like carved ebony. escaped his throat. Then he noticed another
It refused to go down even though he’d had to warrior was finished, pulling out of the
wait a long time for his turn. Tortured frustration apeman’s dripping arse.
had taken possession of him. Like sharp pincers
digging into his shaft. The thought of that pain With the horny desperation of a lust-crazed
clenching the apeman in the arse when his youth, he shot forward, pushing the sweating
brothers forced themselves up inside kept sending kinsman aside. With the frantic luck of the
incontrollable urges seething up his youthful shaft. young, he was inside in an instant, slicking in
He needed to be part of that torture. Frantically. through the stream of man-seed seeping out of
This day’s sights left him breathless and eager for the hole. His spirit soared at the cry of pain
the taste. The captive body writhing under a from the apeman as he rammed himself inside.
warrior’s throbbing cock violently thrusting into In another instant, he had shot through to his
him up his arse. The apeman’s cries of pain, the hilt. Shocks of surprise erupted at the grip of
violent shudders in his body, the sounds from a the apeman on his shaft. Sparks flew like in
lust-driven kinsman searing his manhood into the the night fire, lightning crackled down his legs.
captive’s raw-rubbed arse. These sights had He was lost to the world. His body ablaze with
been driving Ngaia crazy with need. To be part of desperation, his head on fire with need.
this!
Deaf to the shouts of protest from the next
The violence of his urges left him pacing up and kinsman, not feeling the angry hand on his
down. Over the edge, beyond control. Burning shoulder pulling him away, not seeing Kwami’s
with need. Achingly horny like he’d never dreamt hand ordering them to let him stay. Driven
of. Yet he was the least of all these men. Barely only by the need to rape the apeman. To free
in manhood. He had raced after his older brother himself from the demons’ grip. Ngaia thrust
when the men left, pleaded with Kwami to let him himself with all his might into the apeman’s
stay. He was there under sufferance. It was his arse. Desperate to release the devils torturing
duty to go last. his cock. His eyes closed, fists clenched, his
whole body rammed itself into the apeman’s
To exact punishment on the hated apeman was a arse. His torso rolled like the waves on the
chance beyond his imagining. But when …? His sea. His manic body drove with the pounding
balls churned. His cock ached. He was horny force of the surf into his hips, forced by the
beyond his knowledge. He needed release. He powers of the waves up to his hilt into the
needed the apeman’s arse. He needed to let go. slurping pain-cramping backside. Ngaia’s eyes
He needed to dispel the demons that possessed nearly pooped out of their sockets when pain
his loins. They were driving him crazy. First he spasmed the apeman’s arse around his aching
had wanted to save his strength just for the cock. Explosions of pained sound from his
apeman. He had wanted to prove he was as helpless victim escorted his thrusts as he
good as the rest. He wanted all that virility crushed the demons on his cockhead viciously
pounding ferociously in his groin saved up to into the apeman’s arse. He pulled out again
hammer pain and agony into the apeman’s hole. and with a fresh grunt of effort rammed himself
He was desperate to match his brothers. Frantic inside, trampling the evil fiends under the force
to show that he could make the apeman suffer as of his thrust. He jammed the demons into the
well as the rest of them. captive arse ignoring the yell of pain beneath.
Ngaia buried himself to the hilt in the apeman’s
clinching arse. His youthful body rippled with
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muscled effort, every lean sinew pounding to and swelled like through fierce surf. Mindless
release his need. Burning flesh gripped at his ferocity and overwhelming need powered
domed seething head. Pounding surf roared maximum brutality into his groin. His face was
through his legs. Excitement shook him rigid, his raised to the sky. But unseeing. All his being
knees turned to water. Elation trembled through was focused on the power surging at the end
his every sinew, dizzy with exhilaration. His of his shaft, the bulging force swelling in his
fingers turned to claws digging into the cockhead. All his body’s purpose focussed on
whiplashed arse to ram himself in. Ngaia was a spewing his seed into the hated enemy. Yet it
god! was over in seconds.
Tarzan felt gouged raw. His arse was drowning in Kwami watched with smiling benevolence the
the acid seed of uncounted assailants. Countless youth discharge within his apeman. The boy’s
thrusts had grated open wounds through the face erupted with a look of ecstatic disbelief.
sensitive flesh inside. He was red-raw. The His body went stiff for an instant. Before he
slightest move stung cripplingly. At the smallest again thrust and thrust again. Wildly, furiously,
twitch his innards shook with searing pain. Tears emptying his load into the apeman. Each
flooded his eyes. He was a mass of smarting eruption of pained force into the apeman’s arse
spasms. Every nerve was raw. And now again, met with an grunt of relief, a cry of success, a
inside, his guts screeched at the pain of hard billow of self-fulfilment.
uncaring thrusts shoved agonisingly over pain-
shrieking tissue. As if his raw bleeding wounds
were rubbed in fine sand. One hard thrust Ngaia had found paradise. His head rang with
following stingingly fast upon another. Jamming the sounds of birds. His legs quivered with
his grazed hips into the end of the trunk, scraping super-human power. His chest was so full to
the flesh on his stomach raw against the trunk. bursting he could scarcely breathe. The sense
He cried out as talons gouged into his whiplashed of fulfilment was greater than anything he had
arse. Every rape-raw nerve in his body burned, ever known. He stood, his cock still locked into
every cell trembled. The ferocity of the thrusts Tarzan’s backside, his whole body gasping for
tore rough bark into his chest, bleeding wrists breath, sweat ran down his face. His arms
scraped raw against rough rope. Head down on raised above his head in triumph, Ngaia shook
the trunk, every muscle in his face twisted with with a heavy breathing that rocked him from
unmatched pain. crutch to hands.
But inside a river of fire consumed his guts. His Slowly he came round. Slowly his ears filled
innards were all anguish-quivering strain, fists with shouts of approval. Slowly he heard the
clenched together, arms turned to iron at the pain other men calling out his name, saw them
twisting through every flaring nerve. Crippled in pumping the air at a job well done. Dazed still,
body, broken in mind. Searing pains ripping down he looked around. Beaming. He’d won their
his muscled back. Claws of agony gouging at his approval. His kinsman were bawling out his
crippled will. With every twitch reminding him of name. Celebrating his success. He’d raped a
the agony he’d endured. Torturing him with the captive. He’d taken a captive and made him
shame of his rape. With every blistering pain- his own. He’d raped the captive. And that
filled moment, every spasm of agony-consumed captive’s name was … the apeman. The
muscle. Hissing at searing pain, groaning as mighty, the invincible, the glorious apeman–
another heaving cock scraped him raw, red the tribe’s hated apeman. Raped by him, his
stinging-raw. Bleeding raw. The strength in his arse taken by Ngaia.
muscle-layered arms useless to him. His power-
laden back taut under his helpless stretch, tense When Kwami asked him later where the idea
with burning pain, ripped apart by powerless came from, Ngaia did not know. But it was
shame. Overloaded with torment, his fighting inspired. The sounds of approval ringing in his
spirit impotently scraped searingly-raw, rammed ears, his youthful chest bursting with their
up his own screeching arse by a dozen of affirmation, he cupped his hands around his
vengeful lust-crazed men. . Like never before, mouth. And Ngaia gave out the apeman’s yell.
Tarzan wanted to die. The apeman’s yell of victory. The apeman’s
call that would resound through the forest at an
************ enemy’s defeat. Ngaia stood there, his cock
still thrust up the apeman’s defeated arse,
7c. cupped his hands around his mouth and
Ngaia was beside himself. Need had taken over. bellowed the apeman’s yell of victory.
He didn’t know but it took only two thrusts to bury
himself to the hilt into the apeman’s backside. He He’d taken a captive. And that captive was the
didn’t hear his own joyous groan of elation, it was apeman. He’d raped the apeman. He’d
like an eruption of lust that had a life of its own, wrought the ultimate triumph. And he bawled
something he had no part in. With another half- the apeman’s own yell of triumph over his
dozen thrusts, a life beyond himself was tumbling vanquished body.
like wild water through his cock. His body rolled
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The others roared their support. Fists punched middle of Tarzan’s back. Hammer-fists
the air, hands slapped him on the shoulder. thudded into an unsuspecting backbone.
Young Ngaia was one of them. A man. Ngaia the
boy who had inveigled himself into this raiding Kwami sat just in front of the apeman’s bound
party had their shouts of approval ringing in his hands, his legs straddling the tree trunk. He
ears. He beamed about him. He was one of nearly jumped in shock when Tarzan’s head
them! He bathed in their adulation. He soaked up shoot up. A long punch of agony spewed
their laughter, he wallowed in their elation. He’d towards Kwami’s crutch. The lifted head froze.
raped the apeman. He’d taken him. He’d taken The apeman’s cry disgorged in an endless
him up his arse. And he’d mocked the apeman stream against Kwami’s legs. The look on the
with his own cry of victory. apeman’s face was one of absolute agony.
Mouth gaping wide-open, muscles in the face
Ngaia raised his hands to his mouth again. frozen, eyes bulging in their sockets. Tarzan
Together the whole raiding party gave out the yell. had thought there was no more pain left for
In unison. The men bawled the apeman’s cry of him in the world. But Ngaia’s hammer-blow
victory to the sky. Together their chorus mocked taught him otherwise. For a moment the whole
the apeman’s defeat, in screaming mockery they torso bound to the tree trunk froze. Then it
rejoiced at Tarzan’s agony. With his own cry of broke into a thousands rapid shakes. The
victory, they roared out his shame to the jungle hands trapped at the wrists shook in
air. Their victory, his degradation. uncontrolled violent shudders.
Ngaia raised his arms in victory. Shouts of Ferocity shook the whole body. The cry came
approval surrounded him. Sleek, youthful, arms wrenched ragged out of Tarzan’s throat.
up high in triumph, the sweat of his victory Broken, tortured. A cry torn from the depths of
glistening in his armpits, Ngaia looked about him. his agonised being. Then with a loud grunt,
He shook his arms overhead in triumph. He was the apeman smacked back down groaning
one of them, he was a warrior. Accepted. He had onto the trunk. Long, cracked agonised
raped the apeman. He still had his cock up the groans. A chorus of his victory cry rang out
apeman’s arse. And then he had mocked the over his head, their mockery drowning in his
apeman with his own victory call. And the ears.
warriors had followed his lead, they had bawled
out the apeman’s victory cry with him. They had
followed his lead!! He was accepted. He was one **********
of them. They had celebrated Ngaia’s triumph
with the apeman’s call. A feeling of power filled 7d.
Ngaia like he had never known. Approved of, Ngaia had shown them what to do. Now they
accepted, one of them. A warrior. With his all wanted a go. His youthful naivety had
victory-proud cock still stuck up the apeman’s shown them they way. He’d shown them the
arse, Ngaia punched the air in triumph. right way to finish off. He had done with the
apeman’s arse and so he had finished off.
A groan from below. The apeman in pain, the Finished off with his taunting imitation of the
apeman feebly protesting. The apeman beaten. apeman’s cry. Followed up with the crippling
His crippled body crushed by Ngaia’s cock up his hammer-blow into his back. Everyone wanted
arse. Then it was as if another power took over a piece of it. Men who had ploughed the
Ngaia. His hands joined themselves above his apeman’s arse once jostled to have him again.
head. His kinsmen’s endorsement pumped This time with a finishing-off victory cry. They
strength into his arms. Their acceptance flooded wanted to bawl their triumph over the apeman
his veins with fire. Ngaia’s power-filled being to the world. They’d lead the chorus as the
joined his hands above his head and fell forward others mocked the apeman with his victory
in an arc. Still coupled to the apeman at the arse, call. Everyone joined in. With every fresh
Ngaia saw his arms come into vision. Hands rape, they all taunted the apeman with his yell
clutched together, falling in a double-fisted of triumph over his crushed and defeated body.
hammer. His arms bulging with manly certainty And then double-fisted, their hammer-blows
and might. His shoulders filled with the power of thudded heartlessly into his tortured back.
the others’ approval. Ngaia fell forward at the And, in unison, Kwami’s men roared with
hips. laughter at his bellow of agony when he called
out in his unending pain.
Ngaia’s double-handed hammer-blow smashed
into Tarzan in the middle of his back. The whole Time was pressing on. Kwami knew it was
of Ngaia’s weight powered the blow into the time to move. His men had taken the apeman
backbone between Tarzan’s shoulder blades. His time and again. They could have gone on all
new-found strength smacked into the apeman’s day. Frenzied with lust to hear his bellow of
back. All the weight of the others’ approbation fell pain, frenetic with need to bawl their victory
in a devastating arc from above his head. His over his crippled defeat. Vicious cruelty had
fresh-confirmed manliness splattered into the them by the balls. But the apeman had his
appointment with death. Kwami had to get the
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apeman in place on the beach in time. In face of taunted him with his own collapse, it echoed
their mutinous disappointment, Kwami promised mockingly in his black realisation of defeat. It
his men something else when they got him down grew into a howl. Taken up by a snarling pack
by the sea. The apeman’s woman. There’d be of wild animals. Howling out at the defeat of
plenty of time for them to take his woman while their prey. Snarling pitiless beasts ripping into
the apeman spent his last agonising hours a fatally wounded prey. Howling out their
awaiting that terrifying end. Kwami would hand triumph at his defeat.
the woman over to his men while he enjoyed the
knowledge written on Tarzan’s face. While Kwami In the blurry depths of his awareness Tarzan
lusted at the awareness of horror when Tarzan knew too this yell for a warning. Foreboding of
came face-to-face with his fatal defeat. When another crushing thump into his back. The
Kwami would see that life horribly finished before powerhouse of another hammer blow. A
the next day dawned. massive thud into bruised bone. A crippling
thump into pummelled flesh. Nothing he could
do to stop it. Barely enough strength in his
A river of flames consumed Tarzan’s guts. An being to register the threat. Another blow to
agony that scorched his entire arse, a cripplingly crush again his chest into the tree. Expelling
burn that ate at his whole insides. Ripples of fire his wind with the power of a thunderbolt.
that turned into furnaces of agony as they Ripped out of his throat with the sizzling force
consumed his heaving guts. His legs were weak of lightning.
from the blinding blaze of mass rape. Sweat
poured off his face, his head faint in the grip of a In the depths of his soul Tarzan swore
consuming fever. somehow he’d survive. The agony, the
exhaustion, the crippling weakness. All that
Kwami smiled to himself. Is there anything more he’d overcome. To get his hands on Kwami
mind-crippling for a man of Tarzan’s virility than and rip his heart out. If it was with his last
the act of rape? For a virile male like Tarzan, breath, by his own hands, Kwami would die.
strong and proud, used to leading, dominating and
winning? To be taken more than 20 times? Each The hammer blow landed. A firestorm hit
time more painful than the previous, more red-raw Tarzan in the back. His head snapped up. A
and agonising. What is more devastating to his thunderclap cracked in his throat. Lightning
body, to his sense of manliness. Tied down, flashes spat through his head. His life force
incapacitated, raped repeatedly. Taken by men spewed out of him, splattered onto Kwami’s
driven with only one intent. To humiliate and to legs. Hatred tore at Tarzan’s heart, agony tore
shame. Restraining him to dominate him, to at his throat. With his roar, the last of his
break his fury, to cripple him with his own futile crushed spirit exploded out of him. Finished,
rage?. To shame a man like this with his own Tarzan’s cheek lay in a pool of his vomit, his
sense of powerlessness? To mortify a virility such face streaked with remnants of his will to fight.
as this? To bend him, to force him to accept the
ultimate indignity? Other men forcing their way up
his arse. Viciously, meanly, callously denying him **********
his power. Kwami’s own bulge against the tree
trunk surged at the thought of the total dominance 7e.
he exercised over his broken apeman. Kwami towered over his victim flushed with a
sense of power. Tarzan was kneeling before
Questions like these were beyond Tarzan’s him, faint with exhaustion, head down on his
asking. The torrent of fire in his backside chest. His entire body trembling with pain.
overwhelmed his being. The firestorm of Tarzan’s insides were on fire, like burning with
helplessness crippled his mind. And the barrage acid, on his knees he swayed threatening to
of beatings to his back pounded the wind out of collapse. Kwami yanked on the noose he’d
his chest, battered the strength out of his will. His thrown around his apeman’s neck. Forcing
fury at the indignity of rape had crumbled. The him to rise struggling to his feet. The coarse
shame at his powerlessness had withered. rope burned painfully at the skin on Tarzan’s
Tarzan’s being lay stripped bare, useless and neck till he rose to his feet. He struggled up
devastated on the tree trunk, all feelings of painfully slowly, every move a torture.
shame, rage and indignity fused into a single Maliciously Kwami gave another upward yank
sensation of crushed helplessness. There was no on the reluctant victim, choking the noose tight
day, no night. Time had stood still, no past, no into Tarzan’s throat. In a body incoherent with
future. Only an all-consuming sense of mind- shock, Tarzan stumbled weakly to his feet,
crippling defeat. And an eternity of white-hot fire every move a lifetime’s effort.
burning in his backside.
Rocking on his feet, Tarzan breathed with the
gasping loud pants of exhaustion. Half-faint
In the deepest reaches of his consciousness he with a stinging burn in his arse. Tarzan had
heard the yell. His own victory call. His call cried lost count how many times men had thrust
out in triumph at an enemy defeated. The call cocks into his whiplashed arse. He had no
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idea how many times vengeful double-handed on the shoreline. The apeman had sacrificed
fists had thudded cripplingly into his back. His himself to save his woman. He’d roar in fury
head dizzy with his weakness, his legs threatened when he learned Kwami’s men would have
to collapse. Innumerable times he had cried out her. He’d bellow in rage when he discovered
in futile anger at their abuse. Times without Kwami meant to keep her. He’d quake in
counting his fists had clenched together against terror at the news of his own end.
more raw burning pain thrust up his arse.
Rape had only happened once in his life before. The hefty kinsman with the switch responded
Only once before had a man forced himself there. with vigour at another nod from his leader, at
Tarzan had scarcely believed the fury that had another chance to tame the apeman’s arse.
been unleashed when he had worked himself Sweat sheened off his captive back. His
free. Bestial rage had seized his being, he had loincloth was back on but red-raw whiplashed
ripped the man apart without knowing. That too flesh still peeked out at the sides. The sight of
would be Kwami’s fate. Tarzan had raged in fury his helplessness only seemed to fuel the
at his own impotence. He had cried out in anger power in the kinsman’s arm. From behind the
at their abuse. It seemed his bellows of rage had swaying apeman, Kwami’s man swung back
just fuelled their desire and ferocity. And still his his switch. He raised it above his head and
ears rang with their mocking laughter. But Tarzan lashed out with malevolent force at the
swore to himself, his time would come. Kwami unsuspecting bare flesh. The switch whistled
would pay for this. through the air, a high-pitched threatening
shriek. But the apeman, struggling on his feet,
Kwami yanked on the noose and jerked Tarzan’s seemed too exhausted to react.
face into his. Through bleary eyes, Tarzan saw
the sneer illuminate Kwami’s face. Head nodding The switch caught Tarzan on his arse’s
heavily with exhaustion, he saw the scorn in burning flesh. Instantly his knees shuddered.
Kwami’s gaze. Sweat stung him in the eyes, The sting took his legs out from under him.
weakness had hold of his legs, panting hard and Kwami let him go. The apeman crashed with a
slow through his exhaustion. Kwami gave another sharp cry down to the earth. His head shot
tug, yanking on his tamed beast’s tethered neck backwards, his knees collapsed, his back hit
till they were head-to-head. the earth.
Noses nearly touching, Tarzan felt Kwami’s breath Kwami stared down at his victim in the dirt
hot and malignant in his face. His missed the where he belonged.
signal. For the fun of it, Kwami commanded “More!” He said. Quietly. Determined. In
another blow. Just to feel the slice of pain in control.
Tarzan’s body shudder through his own arm. A “ Give him more!” he commanded.
stinging swish slapped into Tarzan’s raped
backside. The crippling pain on Tarzan’s rape- Men ran forward with their switches. A barrage
agonised arse threatened to cut him away at the of stinging pain slashed into Tarzan’s body.
legs. But Kwami yanked on the noose and dug He jerked and jolted. He squirmed in the dirt.
the coarse rope burning into Tarzan’s neck. The His bound hands wrapped over the back of his
knot cut into Tarzan’s throat till he could not head, he threw himself into a ball on his side
breathe. Kwami held his choking apeman up by through the rain of lashes. Spasming under a
his strangled throat till Tarzan found the strength barrage of pain. Yelling out in devastated
to stand. weakness. Salvo after salvo of stinging lashes
sliced into his thighs. Mercilessly bites cut into
Kwami smirked at his prize. Kwami and the his arms. Crippling slashes catching his rape-
apeman. If only his tribe could see this now. raw backside.
Kwami powerful, in charge, dominating the lord of
the jungle, struggling with his pain, battling with Tarzan lay panting on his side when the
exhaustion. Soon, surrounded by a dozen beatings stopped. Pain burned on every part
warriors, Tarzan would be dragged away to meet of his skin. Inside his guts were ablaze like a
his fate. His woman over there would be brought seething cauldron.
along to watch, sobbing for him in the rear, to be
used as a toy, used to keep his men amused Kwami gave Tarzan a hard kick in the back.
while Kwami and the apeman fought out their Another solid foot thudded in between his
unequal duel on the beach. shoulders. More feet lashed out, more kicks
When they reached the sea, beaten into stomped till Tarzan was rolled over on his
weakness, bound like a broken animal, the back. Till Kwami could see the pain written on
apeman would face a horrific destiny. For him, his face. On his back, chest lifting in deep
there was no escape. He would die. Horribly, agonised pants, Tarzan looked up through
slowly, screaming until he could scream no more. pain-stained eyes into Kwami’s sneer. Every
And still the pain would endure. Hour after muscle in his shattered body sweated out his
mesmerising hour. Yes, soon Tarzan would start pain. Gritty earth stuck to the sweat on his
his final journey, hustled and beaten along a skin. A long jagged groan escaped his mouth,
merciless path leading to the fate that awaited him ripped out of his soul, seeped from his throat.
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“Still think you can’t be beaten? Apeman?” Variation 8: Child’s play
8a.
(Fade out for Variation 7) Tarzan knew he had no choice. Not if he was
to get Jane out of this unscathed. It was bad
enough that he’d allowed himself to drop his
guard and be woken up surrounded by
Kwami’s men. The spear at his throat had
forced his back uselessly down on the earth
when Jane had been yanked away from him.
In helpless anger his hands had crunched to
fists when Kwami had grabbed her and pulled
her to him.
“It’s her life or yours, apeman. Now, what
d’you say?”
Tarzan had nodded, he’d not make any
trouble. Not until .., - he’d thought to himself, -
… not until Jane was safe. And then Kwami
would regret his blackmail.
Jane still held pressed against his front by
Kwami’s arm around her waist, Kwami
returned Tarzan’s angry glare.
“Right, apeman, up on your knees. Slowly”.
Tarzan let Kwami's warriors grab his arms and
bind his wrists crossed over in front of him.
The end of the rope was lashed over and
between his hands, tying off the knot out of his
way underneath. For a moment, Tarzan was
curious about the long length of rope left over
that dragged in the dirt as they pushed him
over the clearing towards the trees. All the
time Tarzan kept his eye on Kwami and Jane,
warning Kwami that, though bound and
captive, Tarzan meant to keep Kwami to his
word about Jane.
The reason for the extra length of rope quickly
became clear. It took only one go to throw the
other end over a branch and pull his hands up
above his head. They kept pulling till his arms
were straight and his ribcage starting to lift with
the stretch. Kwami was going to give him a
beating, Tarzan thought. He’d taken worse.
As long as he could do something to rescue
Jane. With some puzzlement, though, he
watched one of Kwami’s men loosely tie his
ankles with rope. With his hands bound above
his head, surrounded by a dozen warriors –
and in particular, with Jane in Kwami’s grip, -
he was unlikely to make a run for it.
“What is it you want, Kwami?”
His captor had approached now that Tarzan
was safely trussed up. He still had Jane, he
held her by both shoulders and stood behind,
using her like some human shield.
“What I want, apeman, I’ve got. You”.
Kwami’s answer had that tone of superiority
when an enemy feels completely in control.
“Then let her go. She’s nothing to you”.
Kwami ignored Tarzan. His words had the
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tone of an order that made Kwami’s forehead standing astride the branch, tied from and
wrinkle in annoyance. behind to a tree at waist height.
Tarzan had become curious about what Kwami’s Kwami noted with interest how this twist
men were up to on the ground. At his feet men exposed his captive’s stomach and nodded
had lashed pieces of rope to both ends of a strong knowingly to himself. The thought made him
branch. The end of one piece of rope had been want to press on. Jane’s gasp brought Tarzan
lashed around a tree trunk in front of Tarzan, back to the here-and-now, he twisted back
about waist height. round again. Kwami had stripped her shift off
her shoulders and dragged it down to her
“Oh, but think of her safety, apeman”. waist. Exposing her to the sniggers of his
Kwami’s mocking tone brought Tarzan back to his men.
captor. “Kwami!” Tarzan threatened.
“… The jungle’s a dangerous place. Especially for Tarzan felt his eyes flash to her silken breasts
a beautiful women like this”. His hand fondled her and in the same instant he felt anger at Kwami
shoulder provocatively, making Jane squirm with burning in his throat.
disgust. “You choose your women well, apeman”.
Tarzan’s attention was split between Kwami’s “I warn you, Kwami”.
taunts and his men’s activity. They had just slid Jane’s arms had flashed protectively across
the branch between Tarzan’s feet and, pulling on her front.
the other end of the rope behind him, they were “Warn me? Again? Warn me? With what,
raising the branch up between his legs. apeman?” Kwami spat back. “What do you
“ … You never know what she might meet in the propose doing?”
jungle”, Kwami oozed with mock concern. Tarzan “When this is over, Kwami, I’ll be coming for
shot his attention back to the discomfort in Jane’s you”, Tarzan snarled.
face. Kwami’s hand circled her waist, fingers
sliding downwards over her stomach. Tarzan In response, Kwami’s hands circled Jane’s
glared at him commanding him to stop. front, grabbed her wrists and forced them
“Or whose hands she might fall into”. Kwami down by her side. Displaying her totally, giving
cackled. his men her full nakedness, reminding Tarzan
of what last night had been his for the taking.
“I warn you, Kwami…..”, Tarzan started to blurt His eyes snapped in anger at the guffaws of
out. He stopped in surprise when he felt the laughter from Kwami’s men, their eyes leering,
branch pulled up between his thighs and touch his sniggering greedily at Jane’s nakedness.
crutch. “When this is over, apeman …. You’ll be going
exactly nowhere”.
“Warn all you want, apeman”, Kwami mocked
back. **********
“You’ve got me” Tarzan retorted angrily. “Now let
her go”. 8b.
“Do you plan to kill me”?
Tarzan gave a frown as the branch was raised Kwami smirked at the naiveté of the apeman’s
further, pressed up into his crutch and lifted him to question. Was he really that dim? It amused
his toes. him. Of course he meant to kill the apeman!
“I’ve got what I want, apeman”, Kwami sneered”. In a way that was beyond his worst
Kwami watched his men tying off the other end of imagination. Not yet, though, he sneered to
the rope to the trunk high behind Tarzan. His himself. When this is over, yes. But I’m in no
eyes scoured Tarzan, now standing with his arms hurry, apeman, his eyes pouring over the rich
trussed high up above his head uselessly out of pickings on offer before him. Tarzan, powerful
the way, the branch between his legs pressing up arms raised helplessly above him by the rope
high into his groin. pulling them straight up, muscle lengthened
His face twisted into a satisfied sneer. but strong. Straddling the branch strung
“Just what I want. You. Tarzan. Lord of the between the two trees. Having to stand on
jungle”. tiptoe because the branch between his legs
His eyes flashed down Tarzan strong body. pressing up into his groin. His legs strained,
Forced on his tiptoes, astride the branch in his his muscled arse pulled together tight. He
crutch, strong leg muscles stretched and straining. noticed Tarzan breath in deeply, determined to
stay in control of his anger, trying to get back in
“… and I’ve got you just how I planned”. charge of his emotions. For how much longer,
Trying to understand what Kwami was up to, Kwami smirked to himself.
Tarzan looked up at the rope on his wrists. He
pulled hard on the rope and found he was tightly There had been a silent stand-off between
bound in place. There was no give. Looking for captor and captive since Kwami’s last words,
another option, he twisted round. Tarzan saw that ”When this is over, you’ll be going exactly
the branch digging into his crutch had been roped nowhere”.
behind him to another tree. With him, on his toes,
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A silent war of looks and angry glares between her back onto him, he squirmed against her,
the two of them. Tarzan’s body taut with anger. moaned threateningly. Despite herself, her
Helplessly bound in body but defiant and eyes pleaded with her lover. Torn by the fact
determined in mind. And there, stood in-between Tarzan knew he was helplessness to help.
them - Jane. Tarzan’s gaze weakened when he Torn by the threat of his torturer’s hot flesh
took in the terrified figure of Jane, stripped to the writhing against hers.
waist, hands held out to expose her to Tarzan’s
view. Stripped for the leering lusting eyes of Tarzan’s eyes flashed.
Kwami’s men. A confusion of conflicting emotions “Kwami, you’re a dead man!”
flared in Tarzan. Anger at Kwami, fear for Jane, He pulled on the overhead rope as if to break
fury at his own helplessness. Tender memories of free. And then Tarzan yelled out. An
last night. Unbeknown to him, Tarzan’s furious unexpected explosion burst in his lower back.
glare for Kwami softened at the reminiscence of A blast of pain that had him arching his back
her velvet skin under his fingers, the silky texture and loosening his grip on the overhead rope.
of those breasts under his calloused hand, The club smacked into his back had him leap
contrasting with the suede touch of her nipple. in the air and swung him to one side swaying
Unwittingly, his tongue wetted a lip, recalling that off the branch. Sweat burst, his arms yanked
last night when his mouth covered hers with his to halt the branch swinging wildly under him,
tenderness. unbalancing him.
There was a gasp in front. Kwami’s arms Pulling on his arms, Tarzan slowed the
encircled Jane’s waist. His eyes on Tarzan for the swaying, his whole body rigid with his efforts.
effect, Kwami’s tongue licked slowly up the side of Suddenly he understood what Kwami was up
Jane’s neck. She squirmed helplessly in his grip, to. His back-stretched feet forced him to sit
disgust written all over her face. with his body tipped forward, he was crushing
“Kwami! You have been warned!” Tarzan shot his balls under him. The blow in his back
out. slammed his body weight forward, crunching
“Get his legs”, Kwami snapped back. him painfully onto his balls, grinding them
against the branch on which he swung. To
Kwami’s order yanked Tarzan back to the reality ease the discomfort, he tried to pull back his
of his helplessness. He was suddenly aware that feet but his legs didn’t move. A quick twist
his memories of that last night had started him round showed that the rope between his feet
swelling against the branch pressed up into his had been tied up behind him securing them to
balls, the first signs of a hardening at the the branch. Forcing him permanently to tip
memories of their passion. Painfully aware of the forward and crush his balls under his own body
contrast between last night and this morning since weight. Tarzan got the sight of the grinning
he awoke. And awkwardly aware of the Kwami henchman who had whacked him in the
unwelcome tingling in his groin at his recollections back. Waiting behind with a club in his grip,
of that wonderful night. tapping it impatiently into the palm of his hand.
Shocked, he grunted out at hands grabbing his Waiting for the order for another hammer-blow
ankles and pulling them backwards off the ground. into his back. It was a beating all right but not
Feet held in the air by the warriors, the sudden one Tarzan could do anything about. He was
movement tipped him forward unbalancing him. trapped on the branch, swinging in the air,
The branch between his legs swayed like a swing, tipped forward, his body weight crushing his
he yanked on the overhead rope to keep himself balls underneath him, waiting for another
upright. He fought conflicting sensations at once. clubbing from behind. To take off the pressure,
His feet were pulled back off the ground, thrusting his strong arms heaved on the overhead rope,
him forward. He struggled for balance. He fought easing his balls a bit off the branch beneath.
the pressure the weight of his body forced forward Biting on his bottom lip at the exertion of
onto his hardening groin. Swaying on the branch, pulling himself off his balls, Tarzan glanced
he put his strength into his arms pulling himself up forward at a cry. One of Kwami’s hands was
off the branch, relieving his balls. Pulling himself wildly digging into Jane’s breast, fingers madly
up off the crunch in his balls and instinctively squeezing at her sacred softness, a thumb
saving himself from falling. crushing on a divine nipple. Through cheeks
taut with effort, Tarzan commanded,
“You’ve chosen your woman well, apeman!” “Get your filthy hands off her!”
Tarzan’s attention was dragged back to Jane.
Her face was written with her discomfort, Kwami Kwami nodded. Tarzan exploded in a flash of
was pressed up tight against her, pulling her waist agony. The club hammered again into his
into his. lower back. Force lifted his body. Pain sent
“This one. She knows how to inflame desires”. him reeling. Shock unbalanced him, set the
Tarzan saw Kwami thrust his hips forward. Twice. branch swinging. Tarzan pulled up on the
His moan of pleasure was breathed down Jane’s overhead rope. To control the wild swaying of
ear. Her eyes pleaded with Tarzan. Through the the branch he yanked on the rope. He pulled
thin cotton shift, she could feel Kwami hot and with his arms, lifting his chest, extending his
hard pressing into her backside. His arm pushed ribcage, opening his stomach. And another
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club, from the front this time, unexpectedly and uncertain, pounding into his ribs, smashing
hammered into his exposed stomach. Tarzan the club into bone. Then switching back just
dropped off the rope. He crunched onto his balls as fast to crunching thwacks into an gaping
with a grunt. He retched forward under the pain. stretched stomach.
Control was lost. He folded over the club that
disappeared into his exposed stomach. His arms Tarzan fought the wild swaying of his swing
lost grip, his guts heaved. Tarzan fell forward, underneath. His face ran with his sweat, his
crushing his balls with his own weight with a sharp throat burned with his grunts. The attackers
grunt of surprise. The branch lurched wildly kept changing rhythms. Tarzan was learning
beneath him. Bellowing from the air that had fast but he always one step behind. He’d
been forced from his chest, Tarzan again hauled learned not to grab at the safety of rope above.
up on the overhead rope. Exposing his stomach. He knew not to expose his stomach to the
Gasping for air. Exposed for the next attack. growl of the club. Then another back-breaking
thud in his kidneys jarred his weight down
********** crippling his balls. Then he was lurching out of
control on the swaying branch. He’d grab up
8c. at the rope. After dozens of determined blows
“Do you plan to kill me?” the apeman had asked. with a club to his ribs, his understanding
Of course, Kwami answered to himself. What is seemed to falter. He was losing the thread of
this all about? But first, Kwami had other things in where the attack would come. Held two-
mind. The interference in their raiding parties, the handed, Kwami’s man in front again thudded
humiliations to the pride of their warriors, the the club into stomach-taut muscle with all his
defeats, the slaves rescued by the apeman over force. He twisted his body into the swing, his
the years - all that had to be re-paid, that’s what own weight following through. Pitching the
his men had come for. Kwami’s father was old apeman’s weakening muscle strength against
and dying. These men could give their chief no his own force and the relentless power of the
better parting gift than the knowledge that – at the club. Sweat leapt off Tarzan’s face with each
tribe’s own hand - the apeman had paid the thud, clenched cheeks exploded with the
ultimate price. His men were here for their old power of escaping wind. Force folded him
chief, to pay the apeman back for him. And when forward over the club, sharp loud grunts
that final moment for the apeman came, Kwami bursting from his crunched balls, the branch
was there to make sure it would be long and slow swinging uncontrolled under him.
in coming.
Blow after blow, Tarzan’s famed muscle
Tarzan had tried to lean back taking his weight on strength fought an unequal battle against
his arse. Suddenly he was thrown forward by unforgiving blows. His attackers never tiring,
another whack of the club in a kidney, the force Tarzan’s determination was exerted to the
swung the branch wildly under him. Instinct limit. Attacked on three fronts. The blows
grabbed madly up at the overhead rope. The bursting on his back, the thuds now breaking
other club slammed immediately into his up- through his stomach strength. And the burning
stretched stomach. It all happened together, in ache of his own body weight crunching down
one split second. A sharp grunt from his back, a on his balls. Every whack to his stomach
forced cry from his guts, the whoosh of pain from folded him forward, throwing his weight onto
his chest. The hefty club across soft tissue at his the branch, crunching his crutch under his own
waist folded Tarzan forward, the wind erupting body, crushed painfully under the force of his
loud from his chest. collapse.
The blows now came slow and calculated into
On and on they attacked him on two fronts. At his tiring body. They let him take the full pain
first, the attacks came random. Choosing of every thud. They let him know the full power
moments of his weakness. Resolute, Tarzan of each blow. They let Tarzan writhe on the
steeled his stomach to counter the force branch, his mouth wide-open with a stabbing
pulverising his guts. Hard muscle against dense pain he had just crunched into his groin. His
wood, contracted strength against determined head rolled, the face creased with the torment
body weight, an uneven contest but he hardened that seared through his back as he fought to
muscle to protect his guts. But there was no right himself on the overhead rope. And fires
resistance against the crack of a club into his roared in his guts as he gasped for breath, his
back. The hurt jarred him forward, the force reddened stomach heaved.
unbalanced the swing. And his attacker in the
front kept switching tactics, sometimes On his signal, they’d stopped a while for
pummelling the stomach, sometimes aiming his Kwami to enjoy the sight of the apeman’s
club with a thwack into Tarzan’s ribs. Pounding groaning pain. Tarzan’s vision slowly cleared,
solid wood hard onto defenceless bone, he wiped an eye on a sweat drenched arm.
pulverising flesh between club and bone. And the Face taut and creased with pain, mouth gaping
shock throwing Tarzan up, grabbing at the rope, wide to gasp in air, his vision cleared to show
setting up his stomach. Blows came alternating Kwami standing, holding Jane. Groaning,
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gasping, sweating. He saw her, arms held out to exploded in a bellow out of his pain-twisted
the side giving her beaten lover the best view of mouth. His lower back bent over on the
her nakedness. Then, as Tarzan’s breathing branch, his shoulders collapsed rigid with the
settled, as the pain of the blows subsided, his crippling firestorm that cut open his guts.
heaving chest slowly, he saw Kwami give the next Beneath Tarzan’s crushed nuts shrieked.
nod. The signal just before the whoosh of the
club behind. Kwami let him swing, he held his men back.
The apeman coughed and he heaved.
The nod that heralded the club hammering into his Inhuman sounds like a retching beast. His
back. Tarzan took the thwack unexpectedly back, marked with thick welts of pain, ran with
across his shoulders. Pain smacked across his the sweat of his pain. Bent forward over his
muscled back, hurt propelled him forward and aching nuts, he spluttered, spewing his agony
down, force crunched him onto himself onto the earth. The apeman’s body swung
underneath. A sharp cry erupted at pain punched madly on the branch, bent up double, his balls
into his tortured balls. Like a club driven up into shrieking with the pain of their crunch. Too
his guts. Like a dagger cutting down his thighs. absorbed by the agonies in his stomach to stop
Then the thunderstorm broke out. A jungle himself, too paralysed by pain to move.
rainstorm of blows erupted. Another strike
thudded into his bent-over shoulders. And
another blow that hammered him downwards, **********
ramming his own weight onto the branch. And
again. And again, blow after blow hammered into 8d.
Tarzan across the shoulders, pounding into his Kwami waited patiently, enjoying watching his
upper back, each hammer blow smashing his apeman suffer. The branch swung more
balls into the branch gently now, his wild writhing from the ferocious
beating had settled. But Tarzan’s head hung
The storm of blows stopped as sudden as they’d down low, his shoulders bent, he had no
started. A howl of pain threw Tarzan upright. energy to lift himself off the gnawing ache in
Shrieks in his balls threw him up to grab the rope his crushed nuts. His hair hung forward
and heave him off that agony. He writhed open- covering his face, matted with his sweat. The
mouthed, for a moment unbearable pain closed head hung slumped between the up-raised
off his throat trapping his cry inside. Agonised arms. Powerful, dangerous but today useless
torment yanked on the rope and pulled him up off against this punishment. His face hung hidden
the searing pains that stabbed at his groin. by pain-sweated hair yet the sounds of his
Recklessly, his body tore at the rope, the branch breathing escaped in raw ragged gasps. His
swaying wildly underneath. Survival hauled on his back ran with his sweat, shuddered
bound hands to yank him off his tortured balls, convulsively in pain and shook with shock.
head back, eyes closed. Tears of pain streamed
down his twisting face. Tarzan’s head went back, Tarzan’s feet were still drawn back, pressing
mouth gaped open and released his ragged howl his whole weight onto his balls. On fire,
of pain, his whole body pulled up, rigid, shaking in repeatedly battered and crunched by Tarzan’s
shock at the dagger-thrusts in his groin. own body weight, waves of fire spread out from
them down his legs, blazing flames tearing
Kwami’s other kinsman in front saw his chance. through his guts. Yet still he just hung
Club already swung in readiness over his helplessly, crunching them beneath. Swaying,
shoulder, his eyes pinpointed on the upwards body trembling with his shock, a furnace
straining stomach. His eyes bore into the writhing burning him up inside, yet his flushed skin
mounds of battered muscle and he let fly the glistened with the cold of his sweat. Tarzan
tension in his arms. Two-handed, unwatched by was strong, Kwami knew he was remarkably
his pain-blinded victim, the club’s growl cut strong. Tough and resistant to pain. But even
menacing through the thunderous air. The thick his resilience could not last him forever. Not
club blurred in the light, powered by a sudden under the relentless battering his men had
twist in the shoulders. The blow caught the given out. He was defenceless and
apeman up into the gut. He felt the thud into unprotected, battered in the back, pulverised in
vulnerable muscle shudder through the club. the guts, crunched in the balls. Kwami had
Thwacked right into the up-stretched stomach. known that even this tough body had to give in.
He’d planned it this way. He smirked at his
Tarzan’s roar spewed into the mid-day light. He success, it was just a matter of time. And a
collapsed forward as if struck by lightning. The little good planning.
club disappeared up into his guts as his bursting
chest bawled. An irresistible firestorm raged up Tarzan had sunk under a fiery flood of agony.
through Tarzan’s innards and exploded in his His senses drowning in a burning river of fire.
lungs. Bent over, doubled up in excruciating pain, Eyes open, he did not see. Mouth open, he
his lungs emptied in an agonised roar, thudded by heard no sense, just unearthly pained groans.
a battering ram into his chest. A cry raw with Drowning in a fiery viscous sea which engulfed
flames of fire seared through his throat and his nerves and overwhelmed his brain.
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Impatient, Kwami forced control on himself, he like the snap of a whip burst on his cheek. A
made himself wait and he let his apeman suffer. cry of unexpected pain burst from his throat.
Kwami let Tarzan’s head work out for itself his
helplessness, let him come to terms with the Kwami would no longer contain himself. He
inevitability of defeat. had grabbed at his apeman’s hair and slapped
his face back to life. The head span out of his
At last, slowly, Kwami noticed, Tarzan seemed to grip. Kwami’s heart leapt at the apeman’s
be drifting upward from the dark depths of his surprised shout. Again, he grabbed at the hair,
suffering to the noisy surface of his gut-wrenching yanked the head backwards and raised his
pain. A hiss of pain broke under the mass of hand again for another stinging slap.
sweated hair. The shoulders trembled as pain
shivered over the skin. A long hard groan seeped Straining through the grimace in his eyes,
from every pore of this pain-throbbing physique. Tarzan blinked hard and stared back at the
He hung lifeless, tortured and swayed exhausted triumphant eyes sneering at him. Suddenly his
on a swing of anguish. Not one muscle in that eyes filled with hate. Suddenly his guts fired
famed body of strength did not ache with its with fury. Kwami stood there, come back to
message of pain. Tarzan looked spent by his gloat, hand upraised in another threat. Anger
beatings, crippled and weakened by the crunching flooded Tarzan’s being. This man who had
of his nuts. But Kwami was not finished with him had Tarzan heartlessly tortured. Had cruelly
yet. threatened Jane’s life. Who had held Tarzan
captive by threats to her life. And who now
A dull rhythmic slapping seeped slowly into stood there gloating. Triumphant, wallowing in
Tarzan’s consciousness. Lifting his head slowly his victory. Fresh life surged through Tarzan’s
weighed down by tiredness and his heavy aches, blood. This man thought him defeated. This
peering exhausted through strands of thick matted man dared sneer because he thought Tarzan a
hair, he saw Kwami’s kinsman slapping his club broken man. Fresh defiance pitched through
into the palm of his hand. A slow menacing slap Tarzan’s body, fresh determination flooded his
of wood against flesh, presaging more to come. veins. New courage to see this through. See
That hard wood against his burning flesh. Hidden this through and take revenge. Kwami would
behind his veil of matted hair, Tarzan’s face die. If it was the last thing Tarzan could do, by
creased uncontrollably at a sudden paroxysm of Tarzan’s own hands Kwami would die.
pain. A hot molten glow ate mercilessly at his
crutch. The beatings had thudded him repeatedly Kwami sensed the change. Through the grip
downwards crushing his balls under his own in his hand, he felt fresh life burgeoning in his
weight. A continuous nerve-gnawing ache apeman captive. The head that had hung in
coursed in his groin, inside his arse he felt like it exhaustion and shame lifted, new strength
burned with acid. straightened the back, fresh power surged in
Yet he still managed to find the strength to lift that battered broad chest. Oddly pleased,
himself up. Grimacing with the effort, his eyes Kwami gave a twitch on the muscles in his
warily on the slapping club in front, his arms groin. There was more life in the apeman yet.
toughened and hauled up to ease the searing The battle went on. He was not giving in. This
agony gnawing relentless in his crutch. Pulling on duel was not yet over. It was in his loins that
the rope, sheets of agony seemed to flare in his Kwami gave his response to the captive’s
chest, bands of iron crushed at his ribs. Pain challenge. The apeman had not given up.
reverberated around his pummelled ribs and He’d been savagely beaten, his back was
enclosed his body in tight bands of fire. Every striped with angry welts, his ribs burning with
breath brought pain. Every time he filled his chest agonised bruising. But he refused to lie down,
with life-restoring air, his battered ribcage Tarzan bristled with anger, he surged with
screamed in protest. His stomach seethed in defiance. He’d thrown down the challenge.
deep searing pain that reached through into his
guts, his body groaning continuously buffeted by Kwami picked it up. He took up Tarzan’s
waves of anguish and torment. Overloaded with challenge and gripped it to his chest in delight.
messages of torture, pain was everywhere, deep Slowly he lowered his threatening hand.
inside, on the brutalised surface of his flesh. His Calmly, in control, his eyes returned the look of
whole tenderised torso squirmed in a mass of fury in his apeman’s eyes. His loins responded
aches, shook in a sudden shuddering of blinding to the intensity of that defiant glare. Yes,
pain. Kwami would take up the apeman’s challenge.
The apeman swayed on his branch, defying
A hand grabbed at Tarzan’s hair. Sharp yanks Kwami to break him, bristling with his anger,
pulled his head upright, he winced at the sudden pumped up with his daring. He wanted a
pain in his scalp.. And then through rivers of battle. So be it, the fight went on.
stinging sweat in his eyes, Tarzan caught sight of
Kwami smirking direct in his face. Holding him
upright by his scalp, gloating. An explosion in his Snapping to from his pain-drenched delirium,
cheek wrenched Tarzan’s head sideways. A sting Tarzan twisted his head out of Kwami’s grip.
Remembering his duty, his eyes flashed over
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to Jane. Kwami’s kinsman held her close, her His men took up the call. The clearing roared
hands trapped down by her side. Tarzan’s anger with harsh shouts.
soared at the sight of her terror-etched face. He
knew not to retaliate to Kwami’s taunts, it only “Die! Die!”
served to spur him on. But he was furious at Fists punched out the menace, feet pounded
Kwami for using her, terrorising her in this way. the shaking earth.
She was an innocent victim in their fight. Tears “Die!”
streaked down her face, her soft mouth taut with Calls joined together in a chorus of loathing.
alarm for the pain of her man. Stripped to the Jane’s face turned into a mask of terror, her
waist for the salivating snarls of Kwami’s men. heart pounded at the grating sounds of
Tarzan’s eyes took in the tremble that gripped her, murderous cries.
the terror that shook her naked breasts, her “Die!”
nipples hard and strong in fear for him. He felt the She saw manly faces turn mean with hate,
anger burning in his heart adding to the agony fangs bared, a dozen snarling faces rabid for
seething in his back. Tarzan’s death. She saw muscled arms
beating the air, solid legs thumping at the earth
For a brief second he remembered their moments with their feet in time to Tarzan’s death march.
of happiness. The feel of her velvet skin under
the calloused touch of his hunter’s fingers. The “Die! Die!”
weight of her breast against the move of his hand. Grating cries echoed through the trees. A
Suddenly, anger burst into his chest. Anger dance of death beat at the earth. Warriors
fuelled his return to strength. He was taking this baying for his blood. In vicious unison.
beating to protect her, he had submitted to Kwami Burning eyes thunderous with hate.
in order to save her from something like this. Yet Tarzan and Kwami were locked together in the
still Kwami persisted in torturing her with the grip of his jaw. Like blood-crazed beasts, at
vision of his suffering. The sight of her tormented war through their glares of rage.
by his pain filled Tarzan with regret. Anger and
regret. And guilt at his powerlessness to protect “Die! Die! Die!”
her fuelled his recovery. Anger at Kwami and his A chorus of hatred rang in Tarzan’s ears. Feet
own futility pumped life and determination through stomping in a march of death. Tarzan tore
his blood. Kwami would pay. With his own away Kwami’s grip and glared around at the
suffering, Kwami would pay for Jane’s torment. If savage faces calling for his blood. Anger
it was the last thing Tarzan did. pounded in his ears, his veins throbbed with
defiance. In face of this chorus of hate, his jaw
“So the apeman thinks he can’t be beaten?” jutted out in an enraged glare, his face spat his
Kwami grabbed Tarzan by the chin and wrenched fury back at the crazed animals snarling for his
his face into his. The two of them glared fire at death. Rabid beasts in a blood-thirsty frenzy.
each other. Kwami’s other knuckled fist dug into
Tarzan’s battered ribs. Round and round, hard “Die! Die!”
knuckles poked into Tarzan’s battered bone. Watching, Kwami chose that moment and gave
Despite himself, Tarzan twitched at the pain. The the nod. Under the cries of hate, lost in the
grip on his chin turned into a claw, holding him snarls howling for the apeman’s blood, the club
firm. Slowly, increasing the pressure on his ribs, from behind bared its fangs and whooshed
Kwami’s fist jabbed at bruised bone, prodded through the air.
knuckled bone into brutalised flesh. Enjoying the
involuntary grimace in the face he gripped.
Unable to stop himself a fist punched hard at
Tarzan’s battered ribcage. (Fade out for Variation 8)
Tarzan gritted his teeth together determined to
fight the pain digging into his face.
“Do I plan to kill him, the apeman asks”, Kwami
called out to his men.
“What do you say, brothers? Do we plan for him
to die?”
Kwami and Tarzan were eye to furious eye, the
claw of Kwami’s grip digging into Tarzan’s jaw.
“What do we say, my brothers”? Kwami called
out.
“Die!”
A single ragged cry snarled the answer. The one
voice energised others.
“Die!” A powerful fist punched the air.
“Die!”
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his torturer’s attention. He grinned back at
Variation 9: In conflict Tarzan. Telling him he knew. Telling his
(Might possibly follow on from Variation 2: victim he had spotted that vulnerability. And
Complicit. But not necessarily.) he’d use it. Tarzan stopped squirming, he held
himself still not wanting to put ideas in Kwami’s
9a. head. But deep down his instincts about this
“Coming up nicely, apeman”. man knew better. If Kwami’s plans had not
Tarzan shot a look of anger and disdain at the included that mushrooming bulge under the
sneering Kwami. He lay rigid with the nagging loincloth, Tarzan’s reaction to the torture in his
pains, his back crushed into the fallen tree, legs chest was already giving him ideas. He had
and arms bound round the trunk keeping him in noticed Kwami’s eyes light up at the press of
place. His teeth were tightly gritted together Tarzan’s hard hot flesh against the soft leather
fighting the pains that gnawed in his chest. The of the loincloth, he’d seen that malevolent grin
two cactus needles Kwami had punctured through when Tarzan tried to relieve the strain of his
the thickness of his nipples ached like fury, a fiery trapped cock. Tarzan knew full well his
agony that had long been sending unwelcome hardness would only inflame Kwami’s craving,
flashes to his groin. Kwami’s face had been it gave him another chance to hurt. And he’d
creased into a smirk of domination, piercing make full use of every chance. He had willed
Tarzan’s nubs slowly, agonisingly slowly, his groin not to react but the nagging ache of
wrenching every last bit of pain from the nerves those cactus needles through his nubs made it
bundled within. Sawing the needles slowly back irresistible. The agonising sawing of rough-
and forth, his heart soaring at the winces on edged needles through his punished nerves
Tarzan’s face, at the sound of his unstoppable left him no choice. They’d made him hard.
hisses of pain. Tears had leapt unwanted to the Solid, obviously hard. And Kwami’s smirk said
corners of Tarzan’s eyes. And still a continuous he would make the most of it. Lips pursed into
grinding ache burned from the nubs on the the biting pain, Tarzan glared in tense defiant
muscled ridges of his chest. It burned, god how it anger back at his torturer.
burned. And still fist-crunching aches seethed hot
and needy, ablaze at the end of his growing cock. Jane tried to flinch away at Kwami’s grip
around her hand. He had forced her to strip off
Tarzan had seen he had no choice but to give in Tarzan’s loincloth and reveal his private
to Kwami and his men. Once they had surprised burgeoning self. The torture was making
him and Jane from their first night of love, Tarzan Tarzan erect, his firmness lifting strongly off his
knew they’d threaten her life unless he gave them stomach and then Kwami’s hand forced Jane’s
what they wanted. He had to let himself be taken hand onto Tarzan’s pain-hot groin. Jane
to save her. He’d been forced to submit to being whined in protest but she could not resist
bound on his back over this tree trunk to protect Kwami’s determination. Trapping her hand
the woman he loved. Angled up, fully displayed inside his grip, Kwami wrapped her fingers
for Jane to watch. For her to shake in fear at his around Tarzan’s pain-tightened balls. And
torture. Tarzan’s legs were bound either side of squeezed. Tarzan squirmed uselessly with a
the thick trunk, his arms trapped by ropes gesture of resistance. Jane gasped, her hand
underneath. Kwami had attacked the nubs on his seemed to burn on the hardness pressing
chest with those torture needles with malicious against her palm. She trembled at the thought
gusto. Sawing the needles back and forth, of what a man like Kwami would make of it.
relishing every grimace and every twitch of pain She shivered with horror at Tarzan’s hiss. A
he could yank out of that trapped muscled flesh. grimace creased his face when Kwami cruelly
Making Tarzan pay the price for the love of this crushed her lover’s balls painfully within her
woman. hand.
”Please, please”, she pleaded. “No more”.
Tarzan saw Kwami’s eyes focused on the As if complying, Kwami’s hand let her go. But,
straining loincloth. His legs were widespread by caringly, her hand stayed there. Now able to
the trunk, the effect of that barrage of pain could be gentle, now soothing, now loving. Her hand
not be missed. Instinctively he had been stroking kindly where it had been the night
squirming with his hips to accommodate the before, before the threat that now seemed to
growth of his bulge trapped within his leather engulf them both.
covering when he caught Kwami grin. From the
first signs of himself growing hard there, Tarzan
had felt a sense of dread. He knew Kwami would “But we can do better than this, apeman, Can’t
make the most of it. The grinding burning flashes we?”
from his punctured chest had got him worked up. He sneered into Tarzan’s face creased with
Born of torture, a sexless fire had leapt to his loins pain and losing control over the fiery burn in
and surged to unstoppable life between his his chest that he could do nothing about. An
widespread legs. There was nothing he could do unbelievable burn that Kwami had inflamed at
to prevent it. And there was no way to hide it. just two sensitive points of his chest. And a
That activity down in his groin had not escaped burn that Kwami had used to send inescapable
signals to enliven his conquered apeman’s
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groin. Agony in the chest had tightened Tarzan’s fighting his fear of anticipation, watching the
balls in their sack. Balls that Jane’s hand just sliver scraping at his precious flesh, crushing
crushed within Kwami’s gleeful fist. The needles’ the stinging pain welling in his eyes.
pain sent powerful signals rocketing to Tarzan’s
loins. His crutch was now broiling with the agony “A man’s greatest dream. Hard as ebony”
of the torture Kwami had blessed him with. And Kwami hissed. “Solid as a rock! What a
this was just the start. triumph! What a way to go!”
Tarzan was hard from his torturer’s pain, yet Suddenly Kwami’s hand slapped backwards at
singing with bliss at the gentleness of Jane’s Tarzan burgeoning shaft. A hard slap that
touch. Conflicting sensations fought it out within threatened to snap Tarzan at the root.
his body. His body thrashed in confusion to Tarzan’s body instinctively leapt, a grunt
comprehend the double turmoil of his joy at Jane’s sprang from his chest.
touch and also the fear of more impending torture “You’re sick, Kwami”, Tarzan cursed with a
from Kwami’s plans. For a moment the lovers’ shout of anger
eyes met over his tortured body. A softness
momentarily crossed his face and he sighed at the In response, Kwami grinned. Tarzan, rigid with
coolness of her hand on his tortured manhood. fear, held himself still. The jagged cutting edge
Under Jane’s palm, he instinctively pushed up his of the sliver was pressed to the tender
hardening shaft for the closeness of her touch. underside of his cockshaft. Tarzan looked
With a moan of pleasure at pressing himself down, his body tense with the threat. It would
against her soft hand, Tarzan breathed heavily, take only a slight sidewards movement for the
ignoring the reality of the moment, taking some sliver to cut through into his cockhead. A few
brief consolation from her closeness at his sawing moves and Kwami could slice him off.
enforced hardening. The razor-sharp toothed-edged sides pressed
ominously under the mushroom of Tarzan’s
Then his eyes flashed in anger at Kwami, his cockhead. Heat flushed to his head, blood
teeth bared in burning fury. Kwami who had pounded in his ears at the thought. His
threatened her, who was terrifying her with stomach tensed, pulling in futilely in defence.
watching this mindless torture. Her hand still His eyes were riveted on the crude saw poised
stroking him gently, his body responding to her to slice through his soft precious flesh. Tarzan
touch, yet Tarzan’s spirit also flashed with fury at sensed Kwami’s eyes on his face, Kwami
the man who could do this to them. knowing full well the thoughts broiling in
Tarzan’s head.
Kwami hovered over the lovers, breaking their
moment of tenderness. With a sneer Kwami Then Tarzan shot out of grunt of relief. Kwami
ominously snarled to Jane. had let him go. Tarzan’s eyes flashed to his
“With a bit more help, we can have your apeman assailant. A knowing snigger filled Kwami’s
harder than ever before”. face. Kwami had accurately read every
moment of fear that flashed through Tarzan’s
His eyes cold, he returned the glare in Tarzan’s mind. Tarzan’s heart filled with rage at
eyes. Kwami’s triumph over him.
“Just think of it. Apeman. Hard. Harder than she
got you last night. Hard as rock, stiff as ebony”. Then Kwami was back by his chest, twirling the
Tarzan clenched his fists under the trunk. “True sliver between finger and thumb.
….,” Kwami went on smirking, “ … it will be your “Let’s get you hard, apeman”, he snarled,
last time ever. But what an end! Harder than “Really hard”.
you’ve ever been before”.
Kwami taunting held up his hand. His next ************
surprise for his captive apeman.
“When you are lying in wait facing your inevitable 9b.
death with terror pounding through your blood,
just think of it! “ Kwami taunted. Kwami pressed the bamboo sliver on the side
Tarzan, panting strongly, looked and frowned. of Tarzan’s chest and slid it forward, the tip
There was a long slim sliver of bamboo in targeted at Tarzan’s punctured nipple.
Kwami’s hand, longer than a man’s hand. Readying himself, Tarzan felt the jagged tooth-
edged sides of the skewer scrape at his skin,
He stared down the length of his naked body. coming to a halt under the deep ridge of the
Kwami had pressed the side of the sliver against muscle of his chest. He lifted his head to look,
Tarzan’s cockshaft till he stood fully upright from tensed, held his breath when the sliver tip
his stomach. Sliding the bamboo downwards, pricked at his sweating skin. In readiness,
Kwami slowly released Tarzan’s cockhead from Tarzan clamped his front teeth hard together at
the skin. Tarzan hissed at the smarting pain. He the feel of the sharp point pricking-in under the
looked. Thin trickles of his blood dribbled down ridge of his chest. Tarzan held himself tense,
the shaft, the skin sliced open by splinters on the waiting for the push of the bamboo into his
side of the wood. Tarzan bit on his upper lip, flesh. He swallowed hard, bit on his lower lip.
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He saw the tip lost under the ridge of his muscle. back the pain. Swallowing pain down hard
Tarzan felt his heart beating harder in his chest. with great noisy gasps of breath.
Instinctively he was holding his breath, his hands
bound under the trunk balled into fists of iron with Kwami could afford to wait. Dread, he knew,
anticipation of the pain of ripping flesh. was every bit as effective as any instrument of
torture. Dread of the next move, dread of
And then Tarzan let out a long slow groan. The taking more pain. He watched closely the
bamboo tip had penetrated his flesh. He gave out tension-taut face beneath, letting Tarzan feel
a guttural controlling groan released through every bit of the pain ripping through his
clenched teeth and closed lips. A crescendo of a muscle, squeezing every bite of pain from each
moan as he tried to control the pain. The sliver little move. He’d let Tarzan get his breathing
was digging in under his chest. Miniscule-by- under control, adjust to the level of pain
miniscule pushes it penetrated under his building under his nipple. And then he’d give
anticipation-tense muscle. A grin on his face, another twist.
Kwami pushed slowly the jagged bamboo sliver
into Tarzan’s flesh. Tarzan’s hard muscle Suddenly their eyes met again. Fire burning in
stiffened to resist, yet the razor-sharp tip insisted. Tarzan’s eyes. In response, Kwami rested his
Pain burst on the surface of Tarzan’s skin as other hand on Tarzan’s crutch. Tarzan threw a
muscle and needle fought it out. Sweat burst on mountain of anger into his glare. Kwami
his pain-tensed face. The needle-sharp point returned it with a look of power, disdainfully
broke further through, Tarzan jolted suddenly at a thrown down by a man who knows he has total
pain. Slowly the bamboo sliver carved its path control. And gave a squeeze on Tarzan’s
into hard resilient muscle. Slowly the tooth-edged rock-hard cock that burned like fury down
edges shredded open his flesh. Tarzan’s below. To show Tarzan they both knew what
fingernails dug into his palms. Torturously slowly was happening. To let Tarzan know where this
the skewer opened up his skin. Sharp spiky was going. To reveal this torture was not
edges of split bamboo scythed viciously and about skewers in Tarzan’s chest, it was moving
painfully through solid muscle. Each miniscule further down. Tarzan gritted his teeth to bite
movement planned to drag every bit of pain from down the pain. To control his sense of
the nerve-taut fighting muscle. A long pained helpless dread. Kwami returned the move with
snarl broke from Tarzan’s chest, growling in anger another sharp twist of bamboo into hard
at a pain he could not defeat. Jagged splinters muscle. Twisting jagged splinters grating
slicing him gradually open, cutting searingly through the apeman’s tortured nerves. And
through muscle, tearing flesh open bit by bit. Kwami grinned at the broken curse that
Agonisingly slowly, excruciatingly, little by little erupted off his trapped captive on the tree.
ripping Tarzan apart inside his muscled chest.
Kwami observed, with a rush to his own loins,
Watching the slow punishment of the apeman with the pain beading on Tarzan’s face, the
a glow of satisfaction in his loins, Kwami saw his resisting bite of his jaw into the pain. He felt
apeman looked down at the instrument of torture the apeman’s solid flesh, hot and burning in his
through pain-filled eyes. Small trickles of blood hand. Slowly, again his other hand twisted the
formed around the bamboo sliver. The sliver had skewer under Tarzan’s nipple , the apeman’s
slowly impaled itself inside Tarzan’s chest and the intake of breath turning into slow jagged
tip now rested right underneath a punctured groans of pain. A spasmed twitch of life
nipple. Sweat glistened on the apeman’s skin jumped through the cock in his hand. Rough
sparkling in the sun breaking through the trees. splintered edges cut agonisingly slowly through
Kwami watched the face tight with pain, teeth tortured muscle. Bit-by-bit clawing a painful
gritted, Tarzan struggling to crush the hurt path under agonised flesh, every muscle in his
between his clamped teeth. His breath bursting in captive’s torso taut with Kwami’s gift of
rapid noisy pants to fight the pain. The rivals’ torment, every sinew bunched with Tarzan’s
eyes met each other. Tarzan flashed again with pain. Kwami sensed with each twist a rush of
anger and defiance, Kwami’s mouth cut into a heat into his hand squeezing at the rock-solid
sneer. shaft. Rough bamboo splintered-up combat-
built muscle, maliciously it scraped Kwami’s
Tarzan gave a sudden jolt upright. A wince of domination over his apeman through Tarzan’s
pain broke from his throat. Kwami had twisted the chest. Sending new surges of heat through
skewer between his fingers. The rough razor- the bulging cock into his hand. Tarzan’s head
edged sides tore against the tight grip of Tarzan’s was rocked from side-to-side by his pain. A
flesh, jagged splinters of the bamboo grinding crushed moan escaped his throat, water had
open the fresh wound within the chest, grating sprung to his eyes, sweat glistened on his
viciously through tortured nerves. Tarzan’s head throat. In his loincloth, Kwami felt a hot rush of
was back on the tree trunk, eyes closed, arms power flush through his groin. The apeman
knotted in his fight against the smarting seething was suffering. Really suffering. Finding out
pain. His breathing had picked up pace, panting how much he could take. Knowing he was
hard and fast through tight clenched teeth to beat reaching his limit.
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But this writhing was only the prelude for a much sizzled through his torso and were filling his
worse fate. A torture of such immeasurable shaft to bursting. He was hard. Unbelievably
suffering that was the apeman’s due. A fate he’d hard. Hard like he thought pressure would
meet before the next dawn broke. The apeman’s burst through his cockhead. And the twisting
final dawn. Tarzan had humiliated Kwami before of the skewer went on. With evil chuckles,
his own people. At that thought, Kwami gave Kwami kept scraping the bamboo through the
another push with the sliver up under the muscle. inside of his chest. The force at the end of his
The apeman jolted and gave out another clenched cock felt it might split open that precious flesh.
hiss of agonised pain. He lay, head thrown back,
seemingly crushed by sharp pains stabbing him Suddenly Tarzan lost control. He cursed
deep under the nipple, panting fast to beat the Kwami. He bellowed his fury, roared in
agony. Pain that filled his balls, agony that frustration at his bonds. Driven by rage and
flooded his cock. Kwami smirked. He couldn’t get pain, his shoulders thudded up and down on
enough, he gouged the rough bamboo coarsely in the tree trunk, anything against which he could
his apeman’s flesh, shredding at his nerves, pound out his anger. Kwami let his captive
scraping into the open wound under the famed rage. He let his men snigger at the apeman
hard muscle. Weakening him, defeating him. raving out of control. Yet helplessly raving and
Tarzan might fight back with fast, forced pants of fully under Kwami’s control. Till Kwami had
breath, hoping against hope to beat the pain. But heard enough. Till he crushed his hands into a
the apeman’s chest was burning, on fire, his head fist. And slammed his punch hard into
was ablaze. His purple-bloated cock was ready Tarzan’s chest. Punched hard on the tip of the
for his woman. Kwami gave another shove. bamboo skewer. Smashed hard onto Tarzan’s
Hard, deep under the muscle. Tarzan cried out. centre of pain. Kwami was rewarded by the
A rush of power flushed in Kwami’s balls at apeman’s defiance twisted into a roar of pain.
another shudder of the apeman’s pain. Encouraged, Kwami pressed his knuckles into
the nipple. He thrust a knuckle in deep, poking
and searching till he felt what he wanted. The
************ tip of the bamboo skewer, buried deep in
Tarzan’s chest. Then Kwami pressed hard on
9c. the skewer end. Gouged hard with his
“He wants you. Lover-boy is ready for you”. knuckle. Tarzan growled, howled, hissed.
Jane cringed at the snide tone in Kwami’s voice. Kwami pushed and poked as he tore tortured
“Look at him”, Kwami invited. nerves against the vicious tip of the skewer.
He reached across Tarzan’s trapped body and Agonisingly he scraped pained nerves over
grabbed Jane by the hair, holding her head over bamboo splinters. He ground and grated
Tarzan’s groin. Stiff, bloated, turning dark screeching flesh through flesh-shredding
crimson with bulging strain. needles. And Tarzan threw back his head, his
“He needs you. Did he ever need you so much?” fit of rage broken into excruciating bawls.
Beneath them, Tarzan scowled, panting hard in
his struggles, his solid cock reaching for the skies.
Kwami’s mocking tone changed. Tarzan lay back on the tree, panting wildly,
“Woman. Your man needs you. Do your duty”, open-mouthed at the pain that had shredded
Kwami snapped. ”Give him your mouth”. him inside his chest. He was burning up as
Confused, Jane did not respond fast enough. pain exploded at the tip of his bulging cock.
Kwami twisted his hand in Jane hair and made Kwami smirked, Tarzan was ready for his
her cry out. Then with a shove, he forced her face woman.
down onto Tarzan’s bloated shaft. “Woman. Let him feel your mouth”, Kwami
“Give him your mouth!” he yelled. bawled angrily as he thrust Jane’s head down
Enfeebled by his aches, Tarzan still called out at on Tarzan’s purple-bloated shaft.
Kwami in warning, then he gasped as Jane’s “Apeman is ready for you!”
mouth swallowed his cockhead. Tarzan jolted with a mix of fury, shock and
elation at the wet saliva of Jane’s mouth
Pain from the skewer slowly twisting in his chest swallowing his cockhead. Primeval need
had fed his groin. The sliver of bamboo had been rushed to fill his loins. A riptide of welcome
viciously tearing into hard muscle, ripping in pleasure rushed along his cock. The chance
through nerve-shrieking flesh, tears of pain of relief from the burning ache in his shaft. Yet
watering Tarzan’s eyes. Twirled one way and fully aware that no pleasure could come from
then the other, slowly turned in Kwami’s fingers, this. Aware that this was part of Kwami’s plan.
extracting every bit of pain from Tarzan’s tortured Yet the burning need at the end of his shaft
chest. Each twist crackled in tingles of shock in burst on him. Only one thought dominated his
his balls, each turn yanked sizzling flashes of pain instincts. The need to cum. Any way. Even
up his cock. The jagged edges turned in the better to cum within his lover’s mouth. The
wound, ripping at muscle inside, widening the need to release this aching need that jammed
channel of burning pain. His bound arms were painfully tight his throbbing cock. To let go the
taut with his tension, the prolonged pain was shackles of this enforced hard-on, to return
feeding his crutch, searing aches from his chest control back to his own body. Through a
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swirling haze of pain, confusion and lust, Tarzan’s frenziedly trying to force his cock back into
body craved friction. The need to burst out his control.
seed. Like nothing else, his cockhead craved
touch, her magical touch, the key to relief from so Yet every sinew in his body demanded
much unmitigated pressure in his cockshaft. With release. Every cell in his flesh knew only one
a cry of desperation, his hips pushed upwards way out. To let go, to give in. To savour the
forcing himself mindlessly into the tightness of her pleasures of Jane’s tongue. The pressure at
mouth that enveloped his throbbing ache. the tip of his cock deep in her mouth felt about
Careless of his situation. Primordial need to split the skin. It screeched out its plea to
exploded from the pains in his chest. The brutish vent that pressure. Give in, let it rip. Just lay
rage in his loins blindly craved release. back, it murmured seductively, give in. His
loins were on fire, his head was in turmoil.
Jane’s pained sobs of terror, her choking and Every sinew in his body knew only one
gasping at his thrusts into the back of her throat release, skidded headlong for the one way out.
served only to deepen Tarzan’s desperation. But Tarzan dared not grant Kwami that victory.
Racked with pain, torn with reckless need, his He dared not give him that. Not that triumph,
every muscle and sinew trembled with frustration. driving every bit of Tarzan’s being to that one
Fear that Kwami might stop this before he was end. Kwami’s end. The goal that Kwami was
finished drove Tarzan on. Rumblings deep in his forcing on him. Using Jane against him,
balls sent spasms of hope and pleasure flashing making use of a man’s most instinctive, most
to the furthest reaches of his body. He felt a natural need, the need to spread his seed.
familiar rush, a huge swell from deep within that
presaged imminent release. Needful pleasure More than anything in the world, his body knew
welled insanely within Tarzan’s head. what it desired, - to burst forth. To come inside
the mouth of the woman who loved him.
The offer of eruption was almost irresistibly Whom he loved. But then Kwami would win.
building up pace. Then suddenly Tarzan grabbed Kwami had him hopelessly bound, he had him
hold of himself. With the clarity of a thunderbolt, wincing in pain, he had skewered him in his
he remembered why this was happening. He chest. Kwami had him bursting to cum. He
remembered Kwami, he flashed back to reality. was forcing Tarzan to give up his manseed at
This was no reprieve, this was Kwami’s torture. Kwami’s command. To dance to his tune.
Kwami was using Jane to manipulate him. It was Dominating the very manly core of Tarzan’s
Kwami in charge here, using Jane’s mouth on his being. Ruling over even his most private
cock to dominate and control. Using their love to thoughts, his most loving feelings. Cries of
exercise power over Tarzan – body and mind. frustrated desperation broke from Tarzan’s
Give in to his body’s most demanding urges and chest, ripped out of his tormented loins, every
Tarzan gave in to Kwami. Battling against his muscle twitching with agonised need to cum,
own desperate need, struggling against the his lust just driving him on. It would be so
strongest drive in his body, Tarzan knew to claim easy. Just to give in to the softness of Jane’s
his body back. A fight against almost impossible mouth. But he would not give Kwami that. He
odds. A battle against man’s nature. Tarzan could not afford that. And yet … And yet…
clenched tight every muscle in his body. Tarzan There was nothing his body needed more.
had let him fool himself, he’d nearly let himself Energy boiled in his nuts, his cock was
lose the battle, giving in to the excitement of her seething to finish. There was nothing he need
throat tight around his cockhead.. But now do to stop. The pressure was all there. Her
Tarzan fought back for control, now he re-doubled mouth was hot on his cock. The slickness of
his efforts. Now he battled against giving in to the her saliva coating him was irresistible. He only
overwhelming drive ablaze at the tip of his cock. had to lean back and let this happen. He was
Tarzan crushed himself back onto the tree trunk. burning for it, he was aching for it. And he was
Kwami had nearly got him, Kwami had just about so tantalisingly close.
manipulated Tarzan’s every move. It was Kwami Gasping, trembling in every reach of his body,
who had planted this crushing need in his cock. It fighting nature and instinct itself, Tarzan
was Kwami who was calling the shots. It was screamed out.
Kwami holding Jane down on his shaft. His “Jane, get off!”
torture was driving Tarzan out of his skin. This His trapped body shook with desperation. His
was indeed a torture, of the worst kind. It was his voice broke. A plea. Battling against manly
enemy’s attempt to dominate Tarzan, conquer his forces raging in his crutch, almost sobbing,
whole body. Kwami had flooded Tarzan’s being Tarzan begged,
with an uncontrollable urge. And now he was ”No more, Jane”.
dominating Tarzan by using the woman he loved. The cracked cry of a man drowning in a sea of
Yet Tarzan could not let him, he could not afford puzzlement and anguish.
to let Kwami win. Not this battle. Battling against “No more!”
despair, Tarzan shrieked at his own body.
Fearing the unstoppable urges driving him on into
Kwami’s clutches, fighting against nature’s most ************
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9d. a desperate plea. But she couldn’t, Kwami
Hot tears of distress dripped freely from Jane’s was forcing her throat up and down on Tarzan.
eyes on to Tarzan’s straining stomach. Her Her mouth wrapped strongly around the pain-
mouth clamped deep around Tarzan’s throbbing throbbing dick, Jane did not know what to do or
shaft, the burning full head filling the back of her what Tarzan wanted. But Kwami’s hand left
throat, she felt tears trickle from her eyes and her no choice. His hand clutched in her hair,
drop onto the Tarzan’s red-hot sweating skin. he was forcing her up and down on Tarzan’s
Intense sobs dribbled out of her mouth as she cock. Tarzan’s hot pain-throbbing strength
slobbered for air around his tortured heaving filled her mouth. And she so wanted to please
manhood. Above her, he hissed in discomfort at her man, to thank him. Down below, she knew
the torture to his chest and his inescapable herself to be moist with excitement for him.
groans at this pleasure-torture rippling through his
chest burned like acid in her ears. She didn’t But was this what he wanted? Why did he
know what she should do. Did Tarzan want this? want her to stop? She suspected Tarzan too
Was this torture for him too? Had Kwami turned was confused. Wanting one thing. Then
her mouth into his torturer? demanding another. A man drowning in
confusion under this hateful torture. He had
Kwami had forced her to go down on Tarzan’s stopped lifting into her, his thrusting up into her
throbbing cock, twisting his hand in her hair, mouth had stopped, he’d gone still. Quivering
Kwami had filled her mouth with her lover’s with strain. Savouring the moment, as if he
straining cock. Her heart soared when Tarzan knew he was about to cum. About to cum
gasped out in pleasure at that first touch. Bloated lovingly in her mouth. Like the joys of the last
solid with his pain, the flesh he had used with her night. The pain agonisingly dragged out of his
so lovingly had been forced thrusting up hard into chest by the skewers making him torturously
the air. Flushed and filled by the agonies from the hard, but the pleasure of her tongue on his dick
tortures to this chest. Grabbing Jane by the back giving him welcome comfort. Suddenly she
of her head, Kwami had forced her mouth around knew, Tarzan needed her, he needed her
that bulging thickness of her man’s throbbing pain. loving touch. Her man was being pitilessly
With guilt, she’d felt Tarzan shudder at her tongue tortured. This was her chance to show him her
scraping over the skin Kwami had scuffed raw loving care. Her tongue slurped on him with
with that bamboo knife. Then she heard him vigour. He didn’t know himself what he
groan with pleasure as she swallowed his wanted, he was being tortured, his mind driven
hardness whole. and confused. He was in a turmoil of mixed
emotions when he called out for her to stop.
But now Tarzan had shouted out a warning. But he deserved her love. He needed her
“Jane, get off me!”. A desperate cry, a tortured loving touch. She wanted to give him her love.
plea. Jane froze at his call. Unsure, uncertain She’d show him she cared. She’d show him
what Tarzan meant. About to do as he said. But he mattered to her even in this direst situation.
then Kwami’s grip forced her mouth further down He needed to know. This was the only way
onto him, making her gag. And Kwami held her she could show she cared. Her mouth gave
trapped there, his hand twisted in her hair. Tarzan what he deserved. It might be their last
Forcing her mouth down on her man, pumping her chance of happiness for some time. Who
mouth on him till she could barely breathe. knew?
Through her slobbering, she heard Tarzan
groaning with pain and despair. He was hard and His body said go on, his voice cracked in a
bulging, filling the back of her throat.. Solid and plea to stop. “No more”, he’d begged. But he
hot. Like a man bursting with his love. Kwami needed this. He deserved this. He was taking
mercilessly pumped her throat down on Tarzan till this torture for her. Deep down on his shaft
Jane thought she’d be sick. Hand hard on the she descended. Her tongue squeezing at the
back of her head, forcing her up and down over fullness that was hard in her mouth, taking him
Tarzan’s bulging cockhead. Pumping at the solid deep within her throat. Suddenly she felt a jolt
flesh she worshipped, thrusting it deep in her of excitement tingle in his cock, her own loins
mouth. flushed at the electric that tickled deep down in
her throat. Tarzan had told her he wanted this,
And did Tarzan really know what he wanted? he needed her. Asking her to show she cared.
Unable to read his face, she did not know what his With renewed vigour, her mouth showed him
cry had meant. Everything about his body told her she knew the cost of his suffering for her. That
he welcomed her touch, she heard his moans. she loved him for it. Her ears listened for the
She felt his body quiver at her mouth. And she moans of his pleasure, yet still she heard only
wanted to please him. She so wanted to please his bewildered groans of confusion.
him. He was going through this for her. She felt
him writhing inside her mouth. She felt him filling Kwami stood by his captive, one hand in his
to her touch. Tarzan trembled in pleasure yet his woman’s hair, the other twiddling on the
tortured hisses left her confused. Tarzan wanted bamboo sliver in Tarzan’s chest. Twisting it to
this, his body ached for this, she knew. But then jerk him into another shudder of pain. Turning
he’d cried out for her to stop. His voice cracked in the sliver through screaming nerves to send
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another shock of excitement into the woman’s a stabbing ache juddered through his head.
mouth. The thought amused Kwami, him His mouth shot open. His dick jerked into the
twiddling the skewer in Tarzan’s chest, the mouth of the woman he loved. Paralysed with
apeman’s woman getting his surge of heat at the pain. Reeling with confusion.
back of her throat. Kwami was pulling their Jagged grunts fighting their way out of his
strings, both of them. Tarzan dancing to his tune. pain-closed throat. Unable to resist, Kwami
His apeman now lay trembling on the tree trunk, gave him another jerk of uncontrollable agony
every taut muscle spasmed in agony. Agony, when his fingers poked for the tip of the sliver
resistance, frustration and need. Wanting, in his apeman’s chest. Into the heart of his
battling, defying, struggling. Eyes closed, teeth muscle. Fingers jabbing at the tip of the buried
gritted, head rocking from side-to-side, the skewer, screeching nerves grinding against
muscles of his neck trembled with his pain. He splintered bamboo. Pain whipped mindlessly
had been famous for the power of his body, famed through Tarzan’s chest, sliced up his torso like
for the strength of his fighting will. He was whirring blades of unbearable pain. Jabs,
renowned for winning the day, his determination sudden and sharp, rushed at once in a
to prevail fired every bit of his being. But this cascade of flashing sensations to his loins.
double attack on the apeman was wearing him Trying to fight back, Tarzan’s chin jammed
down, leaving him broken. Kwami knew Tarzan itself into his chest, his eyes glaring in disbelief
had tried fighting these moves to break him. But at the searing pain inside his chest. His eyes
his woman’s own mouth firing up his loins was watered. Muscles in his neck juddered in
proving too much. Maybe Tarzan could fight the torment.
agony burning in his chest, but he was failing to
resist the hot slurp of his woman’s mouth. The Then the fingers poking at Tarzan’s chest were
apeman had called out in desperation pleading gone. A moment of reprieve. Tarzan gasped
with her to stop but every twist of Kwami’s sliver out hard, cried out loud and breathed wildly
gouging slowly through his chest flashed into the crippling pain. Head back, mouth wide
irresistible urges to the end of his cock. Every open, gasping greedily for air. And then a
turn pulsed a surge of excitement from the burning need at the end of his cock burst into
apeman flashing down her throat. And the slick life. Jane was slurping even more greedily on
coat of her hot tongue on his lust-crazed manhood it. Unstoppable energy lifted his hips to her
was driving the apeman out of his mind, robbing mouth. Fresh pain erupted in his crutch. The
him of all strength to fight back. Kwami smiled at agony in his chest burst like a thunderclap in
his ingenuity. his balls. He cried out. It flashed briefly
through his mind, Kwami was going to win.
Yet Kwami saw Tarzan was still trying to resist. Flashes of lightning sizzled through his shaft.
The battle still went on, there was fight left in him. Jane’s tongue, cool against his burning
His hair was now plastered to his scalp, pearls of hardness, soaping him in loving gulps in this
sweat joined together on his neck. But the heartless pleasure-pain torture. Her nose
apeman was on the losing side. Tarzan gasped in nuzzling into his cock hair, her throat
an enormous intake of breath for live-giving massaging his thick bulging head, till he could
strength. And Kwami smiled that the rise in his no longer contain himself.
chest shook him with a spasm of pain, the
needles and skewer scraping into raw bleeding Tarzan’s heart leapt under the bathing of her
flesh, setting nerves sizzling. The apeman’s body tongue. Unconsciously, his body let drop of
was all pain. Kwami saw the knotted shoulders murmur of blessed pleasure, a surge of
stiffen and pain lift his victim off the trunk, his irresistible excitement. But that sound rang
arms wrapped under the tree coated with his like a warning snarl in his head, it made him
sweat. Tarzan was nearly done-in. Exhaustion, catch himself. He remembered where this was
frustration, his own woman’s mouth were wearing going, why he was here, what Kwami was
him down. doing. Using Jane for sexual torture, to
And still his woman slurped greedily on that cock humiliate him, to dominate him. To prove
of his, confounding the apeman’s mind, Kwami could do whatever he wanted. Fingers
conquering his will to resist. Intense pain in his clutched into fists, Tarzan fought like crazy
chest, intense need in his groin. Unstoppable against the eruption he felt churning in his
need in his balls. crutch. He was losing this fight, he was
inescapably so close. So nearly, so almost
It was irresistibly delightful to watch. The apeman irresistibly there. Every bit of his mind fought
tortured on his cock by his own woman. But back, determined not to be manipulated. His
regrettably it was time. The apeman had his mind fought against nature’s will. And every bit
appointment on the beach. Kwami’s fingers gave of his powerful body battled with his tortured
another slow turn on the sliver, twisted it slowly, mind to give in. This was a battle of wills
pushed it forward, the tip gouging a new agonised between him and his enemy, between his mind
path under the centre of the apeman’s muscled and his lust. More than anything in the world
mound. Kwami jolted at the shock. That last twist he feared that Kwami would win. He felt his
did it, Tarzan lost it. A screaming ache flashed balls contract, his thighs shimmer. He groaned
through his chest, sparks crackled down his arms, desperately, it was happening, Kwami was
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going to beat him. Now that seemed inevitable. She’d hesitated at Tarzan’s tortured writhings
This unstoppable rush of energy through his loins to escape from under on the trunk. Uncertain if
nearly crippled his mind, this overwhelming need that really was what he’d wanted. Then
in his body that was taking over his mind. Kwami’s hand had grabbed at her hair and
Kwami’s torture was making him cum. Against his heaved her off her man’s tortured shaft. She
will. Tarzan groaned. In panic. He was losing it. saw it throbbing in front of her eyes, painfully
Kwami was controlling his cum. Controlling every engorged, purple with strain, glistening with her
last vestige of his once powerful body, conquering saliva. Despite himself, Tarzan’s bewildered
his mind. Kwami had taken control of his body. body threw itself up after her escaping mouth.
Kwami was exerting every last bit of control over It burst out into a jumble of short desperate
his life. Kwami had conquered his very cries. The shaft looked solid like granite. The
manliness. pressure in the cock so strong it felt like the
Gasping in panic, Tarzan pressed himself down flesh might split apart. It needed release, it
into the tree trunk to escape Jane’s mouth. His searched for hope, friction. In writhing
head writhed wildly from side-to-side, denying this desperation the body lifted its hips and
was about to happen. Yet he was helplessly thrashed them up into empty air. Seeking
trapped by Jane’s impassioned mouthings giving Jane again. The cockhead searching for her,
him a last chance with his woman. Over and left insanely teetering on the brink. Thrusting
over, her mouth dragged him closer and closer to hopeless, needy, frustrated and tortured, into
the brink. He tingled and shivered to every wet the air.
caress. He so wanted it. Her hot wild massage
down there on their last night together had been a “Your seed dies within you, apeman”, Kwami
dream-come-true. But with the last vestige of his mocked cruelly and shoved Jane roughly to the
sanity, his mind screamed out not now, not like earth. Her eyes streaming with tears, Jane
this. Tarzan could feel himself losing it. In his roughly pushed her hair from her face and,
head he roared in frustration against the idea that gasping through her sobs, she looked up back
Kwami would beat him. Kwami. With horror, she saw him standing at
Tarzan’s hip, his fist poised for a punch.
Yet his cock asserted its rights. His balls ached
for release. Cries of conflict escaped his throat. Kwami’s eyes flashed at Tarzan’s straining
A tumble of frustration and confusion. He wanted groin, at the cum-packed balls laid out for him,
to cum. He needed to cum. Yet he feared his at the prize on offer between the out-stretched
body’s betrayal. He dreaded the feel of his lust legs. His purple-straining cock grabbing at the
giving in at the touch of her tongue and breaking air in need of friction and release. Searching
him down. Letting Kwami claim control over him, for her mouth, yearning for her touch. Any
he dreaded that crippling fear at losing this fight. touch. Needing friction to finish him off. Balls
Every sinew in his body went stiff, every bit of his pulled up painfully tight, contracted, his cock
concentration was forced into willing back that monstrously bursting to erupt, craving Jane’s
imminent eruption seething and churning at the ministrations. A sneer of unrelenting cruelty
root of his cock. His mind renewed its efforts and filled Kwami’s face, a powerful sense of
screamed to force himself to do the impossible, to mastery flushed through him when he saw the
struggle against the inevitable and hold on to his wild look of recognition in Tarzan’s face. Wide-
cum. Yet as he fought, another cursed twist in eyed in shock, Tarzan saw Kwami’s fingers
his chest made his cock swell even harder within packed into a knuckled fist, his arm tense for a
her throat, throbbing stronger against her tongue. downward punch. Tarzan knew what was
Head swaying wildly from side-to-side, desperate coming next. A punch-packed fist thundering
groans flooding his throat. That fear and this down at his cum-swollen balls. Defenceless,
dread driving him insane. His cries punctured the unable to fend off the crippling blow. Just grit
air with anger, need, desperation and fear. his teeth and scream. An inescapable power-
Almost delirious with conflicting wants, in punch of pain into his defenceless churning
bewilderment and frustration. Tarzan was crutch.
drowning. In a torrent of confusion and torment.
Tarzan looked away at her call. Jane had
cried out. She gave out a sharp cry as she too
9e. realised what Kwami intended. The chief’s son
“Your seed dies with you, apeman”. too threw her a contemptuous glance. On her
Kwami’s threat came out snarling and hissing. knees, eyes wide apart in her horror, hands
Jane gasped. A loud ragged intake of breath pressed in terror into her face. He threw a look
when she realised what Kwami was going to do. of disdain at her distress. And then, to prove
to her his mastery, he turned back to the
captive.
Jane had stopped sucking on Tarzan’s hard “It dies with you, apeman!”
hotness when he had again called out in a Kwami rammed his fist into Tarzan’s balls. To
tortured plea. show her, to show her what he was made of.
”Get off me, Jane”, he’d groaned. “Get off me”, he Hard. Powered from strong brawny shoulders.
had implored. Powered by months of resentment and anger.
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His body weight lending force to gravity. Kwami’s lover’s face staring in crippling disbelief at the
fist, hardened knuckles first, flashed through the threaten of the fist. Bravely fighting the
air, powered by his malicious grunt of effort. hideous firestorm ravaging in his balls. Bravely
steeling himself for Kwami’s next thunderbolt.
Tarzan’s bellow exploded in the air. Sharp jagged Inescapable devastation. She saw her lover’s
edges of pain cutting at his throat, ripping at his abs futilely tighten, taut as a drum, his eyes on
mouth, spewing agony into the air. His torso flew that fist, no way to protect himself. Then
off the tree. Then in recoil the back of his head Kwami’s explosive release shuddered through
cracked into the trunk, his back arched in agony Jane’s arm. Her scream of horror broke the air
off the tree. And then he hung there, arched, with Tarzan’s bellow. United with her man in
paralysed, his mouth locked in a silent scream. torture, crunched together by Kwami’s
Paralysed by the lightning flashes that ripped him resentful fist. Smashed by Kwami’s punch.
apart at the tops of his legs. The thunderbolt that Rammed into Tarzan’s cum-laden, pain-
tore through his guts. Every muscle in his body devastated balls. Tarzan bawled. An ear-
turned to quivering liquid granite, stone trembling splitting blood-curdling bawl.
in an earthquake of agony.
Kwami felt of rush of mastery to his loins. His
apeman paralysed in exquisite torment, crippled (Fade out for Variation 9)
by the force of Kwami’s fist. Dominated,
vanquished. His punch driven by months of
resentment smashed straight into Tarzan’s
churning cum-laden balls. His apeman’s body
shaken by mind-crippling pain knocking his head
violently from side-to-side. His apeman’s body
riven by absolute pain.
Jane knelt at Kwami’s leg, her hands clutched
over her ears so as not to hear any more the pain
erupting from her man.
“He’ll not need those again”, he threw down at
her.
Kwami showed her again what he was made of,
the man she would serve in his hut. His power-
punch again crunched at the captive’s pain-loaded
balls. Tarzan’s cry flew up into the air. Birds took
to the air screeching in fright. But Tarzan’s yell of
utter agony would not be drowned out. His tight
tortured balls flashed in absolute pain. Shaking in
torment, torture-riven in every nook of his body,
ripped apart by the pains of hell, his bawl burst
long and curdling. His yells of agony were ripped
out of every torment-flooded muscle in his body.
“Please! No more!”
Kwami looked down at Jane sneering for this
woman slobbering for her hero. Her arms were
wrapped tight around his leg. Her face pressed
against his buttock, her hot imploring tears wet
against his skin. He threw another glance of
contempt at his captive. Eyes screwed tight with
his pain, mouth wide open in a silent scream of
pain, shoulders and chest shaken with the pain
ripping through him. Tarzan defeated. The lord of
the jungle vanquished by him.
Jane overcame her horror of this monster torturing
her man. In terror for Tarzan, she clutched at
Kwami’s leg sobbing, begging for mercy, pleading
for her man. She offered any, anything if he’d
stop. She gasped, she felt again a tenseness in
Kwami’s leg. Horror-struck, she felt Kwami’s body
lift. Jane shot out another cry. “No! Please no!”
She saw in her mind’s eye his arm raised, the
knuckled fist poised. She saw razor-sharp her
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Variation 10: Group members’ contributions Tarzan hazily trying to hold his head up
proudly opens his eyes.
Tom-mellish "It really is a shame that such a beast cannot
Tarzan's muscular arms are tied over his head be trained for servitude", he snarled. Stepping
stretching his torso to the fullest. His closer again to admire the job on his bruised 8
symmetrically exposed 8 pack is totally pack of abs, he licked his lips in an unusual
vulnerable to his tormentor who is anxiously sizing manner. Childlike and deranged he nodded
up his helpless victim. Kwami approaches Tarzan his head towards his men and Tarzan's arms
and starts to gently probe each of his well defined fell to his side as the ropes were cut.
abdominal panels. Tarzan shutters as his
tormentor continues feeling his abs and notices Wrsl4fun2002
the apeman's rhythmic breathing. Kwami Tarzan makes a move forward but is seized by
continues as he probes around Tarzan's navel both arms by 2 natives, Kwami advances
surrounded by just a rift of pubic hair. At this towards his striking foe.
juncture, Kwami starts slapping Tarzan's abs with "You seem not pleased with the company
resounding thuds indicative of the fine here".
conditioning of Tarzan's muscular abdomen. To show Tarzan who is still in control Kwami
Kwami continues his probing by lowering Tarzan's strikes Tarzan in the abdomen Tarzan buckles
loin cloth to expose his lowest set of abs. Tarzan only the natives are holding him up. Kwami
breathing speeds up as Kwami applies more force takes Tarzans chin in his hand "Apeman, I toy
on his exposed lowest abs. Tarzan is preparing with you, not you with me'"
for the worst now at this point. He delivers one more blow, then orders the
natives to drop him, his limp ragdoll of a
Suddenly, Kwami swings back his massive arm body hits hard to the ground.
and brings it forward forcefully burying his fist
deep into Tarzan's navel area. Although Tarzan Our Tarzan is lying in the dirt hurt and helpless
had prepared for this assault and had tensed his his naked body rolls around in pain. He comes
abs, the power of Kwami was overwhelming. The to rest on his back his tight stomach has a
tormentor's fist had sunk in deeply into Tarzan's rather large thick member lying on it, Kwami
muscular stomach and had knocked the wind out reaches down...
of him.
Kwami continued as he viciously alternated
powerful punches to Tarzan's solar plexus and Boundunder66
navel area preventing the apeman from breathing. Quickly seizing the muscular extremities of the
Kwami rejoiced at the obvious pain Tarzan was in weakened Legend, the savages drag our hero
as he noticed Tarzan's uncontrollable rapid and place him on a large, waist-level rock
heaving of his entire abdominal area which was nearby and re tie his wrists and pull each
now turning red after this continual beating. But direction to secure around the trees.
Kwami would not stop. He continued to look at "I have waited too long for this jungle man. Ha!
Tarzan, face to face, as he continued his assault You're little white tramp will make a fine slave
on his victims now mushy abs. All anyone could for my tribe and an even better treat for my
hear was the grunts and the explosion of air starving and very naughty followers."
erupting from Tarzans battered abs. But the
vicious onslaught would continue as fist after fist Tarzan with this leaped in a sudden burst but
found their mark on Tarzan's heaving and did not move no more than a few inches when
weakened abs. his back just fell back on the rock. His poor
innocent Jane. At least his final moments, if
The abdominal assault would continue until indeed they were, had been spent sharing the
Tarzan mercifully collapsed and fell into intimacy of a true man and woman. Kwami
unconsciousness. reached for his face and poked his fingers into
his mouth and reached his neck with the other.
Boundunder66 "Your big arms and rock hard chest are
Indeed the next several minutes felt like an impressive. I bet the lady loved this body very
eternity as Tarzan received blow after blow to his much", running his finger around his nipple and
ever-reddening abs. His wrists becoming numb staring into his chiselled, almost boyish face.
from the tightness of the rope, slicing into his skin “What good is a man though if he cannot take
and cutting circulation. Kwami snapped his finger care of his bitch?” the finger turning into his
and was immediately brought fresh water for his hand. Kwami's eyes snickered as his eyes
throat. looked down and then back into Tarzan's. He
"Your body is most impressive, apeman. Regular shook his head and did not enjoy this new
men would have completely caved in and prayed quietness.
for that final blow to end it all."
"Let's see the rest of him, my brutes. Dying is
not enough."
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With that 2 of the warriors approached and reffohtrig
grabbed an ankle. Wrapping tough vines around
each his left leg was pulled and tied to a tree. >I guess, this will be variation 5E<
What could a man possibly want? Kill me?
Tarzan thought. Kwami had picked the final warrior that would
His other ankle in place, Kwami invited the spirits violate Tarzan. He was the youngest of the
of the volcano to come join. Warriors, and by now the most horny, mostly
because of his youthful sexuality, and because
“I believe you hold great energy and will make a of the savage gang bang of Tarzan, he had
great present to the gods”. witnessed. But that was not Kwami’s only
Retrieving a large blade with a skull on it he reason for making this youthful young powerful
places it to Tarzan's chest and starts moving warrior wait for sloppy lasts. It is not only the
further down his chest. So smooth and with dark longest penis, but the one with the most girth
skin that was previously flawless the knife of all the tribal members.
reached his navel. Tarzan grunted and spit wildly
realizing where this was going. Trying to close his The only thing Tarzan could do was to
legs the guards pulled his knees open, spreading whimper in humiliation and shame, and
him wide. Kwami slices each band holding up his unbearable agony. Tarzan, was not fully
loincloth and steps back. Savouring the sight as aware of the fact that the last sadistic brutal
he stares between Tarzans huge tree-trunk legs invasion had ceased. The pain had consumed
he can see very little peach fuzz and sweat his Muscular body and his strong-willed mind.
glistening off his thighs. Tarzan was delirious, it took several painful
“Now, let's really hurt you”. slaps to his face, as Kwami pulled his head
Taking the blade and lifting the loincloth up as if back, till his muscular neck to the breaking
Tarzan was some helpless female having savage point before he realized Kwami was talking to
eyes that lusted to see what's up there. him.
" Well ape-man, I had saved the last, for the
best" Kwami said with a hearty laugh. Slapping
Tarzan's bruised cheek one more time, to
make sure he was aware of what was about to
happen. " Well maybe it won't be the best for
you, but I can assure you, I in my Warriors will
enjoy this spectacle, as will the your woman. "
Kwami motioned his approval to the young
warrior.
The young warrior started to slap, open hand
blows into Tarzan's already whipped and
violated ass. Powerful stinging blows how only
redden the muscular buttocks more crimson.
After 25 torturous slaps, the young man's
strong fingers grabbed the inside of Tarzan's
ass cheeks, prying them painfully apart, his
long sharp fingernails dug into the tortured
flesh, exposing the puffy Raw and swollen
anus of Tarzan's. Then he moved his drooling
pee slit up against Tarzan's burning, pulsating
hole.
Then with a savage grunt, an a extremely
powerful thrust forward, he drove halfway into
the hollowing ape-man. Grinding his hips and a
circular motion, thrusting forward harder and
harder, the young warrior was still not able to
penetrate Tarzan more than halfway on to his
sexually enrage shaft. The young warrior grab
Tarzan by the hair, then wrapped his other
muscular arm a round of Tarzan's throat and
pulled back. Both of the young naked man's
straining with their efforts. One to escape
excruciating pain, the other to cause the
excruciating agony.
With the young man's toes digging in the dirt
for more leverage, with Tarzan's naked torso
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and crotch rubbing against the rough bark of the ribs each time before he assaulted Tarzan.
log, it was an epic struggle of survival, with the The other Warriors cheered at words of
sadistically sexually stimulated youth slowly and encouragement to the younger warrior as he
painfully winning the battle. beat that helpless ape-man impaled upon his
erection.
With the other Warriors cheering and encouraging
the young the warrior to do the dirty deed on the The jungle was filled with the sounds of the
already violated, many times violated, and young man's fist pounding Tarzan's sides, as
tortured ape-man only added more lust and they became black and blue from the pounding
brutality to the young warriors rape of Tarzan. fists. The slab, then thud sound of the young
Poor Jane had crumpled to the ground, sobbing warriors knuckles slamming into Tarzan's
incoherently. One hand trying to cover her eyes battered Rib, quickly followed up by Tarzan's
from this in human act of sexual molestation of ground, then the young warriors grunt as he
her man, whilst her other hand tried to cover her drove his loins forward smacking against
ears from the animal like screams that came from Tarzan's beaten ass. Then the high-pitched
Tarzan's raw throat. squeal from Tarzan as a young warrior was
completely embedded into Tarzan.
After several minutes of pounding Tarzan's ass
hard, the young warrior leaned over Tarzan's And finally in the young warrior grabbed
muscular sweating back and whispered into his Tarzan by the hair with both fists, pulling his
ear. pain wracked face up for Kwami to see as he
knew he was sneering has orgasm.
" Ape-man.....Hun......, your man pussy is.... hum
........an.....hun......loose.... tightened it "See ..........hun my......King......I.....hun .......
up......hun....so..... so I can ......hun...... deposit to broken....hun......the
my man seed....hun...... in your apeman....hun.....for.....hun.......You......he......h
bleeding.........hun.......cunt... um......like.....OOOO,.....HUM.....HUM.......WO
HUN......BITCH........HUN...!!! MAN......HUUUUNN
> N.........AAAAAHHHH......!!!!!!!!!
Humiliated, exhausted and tortured Tarzan, had The warrior screamed....... has words barely
lost complete control over his body. His mind was audible....over Tarzan's shrills of agonizing
no longer able to control its muscles, his mind was pain, humiliation, and physical exhaustion.
totally engulfed in pain. The only thing that
controlled his body now, was the pain. His body A young warrior, collapsed upon Tarzan's
could not react to anything, except the pain. muscular sweaty back, and moaning in sexual
gratification, still very deep into Tarzan's, once
As the young warrior, pushed himself off a virgin hole.
Tarzan's muscular back, to wipe the sweat from
his brow. The fingernails of his other hand Kwami got up and pushed the young warrior
scraped along the muscular bruised and beaten off of Tarzan . Getting yet another agonizing
back of Tarzan. His fingers formed into a claw to scream from Tarzan as the young warriors
dig into Tarzan's beaten, sunburned skin. A new penis was ripped out of his behind.
area of pain on Tarzan's body, made him flinch.
Kwami prided Tarzan's ass cheeks apart...... to
The young warrior felt Tarzan's stretched and see blood and the thick white semen oozing
abuse sphincter muscle contract around his cock. from the red and puffy irritated hole..... he
So now the young man instinctively realized how laughed loudly
to get Tarzan to comply with his wishes. He
smiled, sadistically knowing, thereby causing the " Well ape man with a hole like that....... you
ape-man more pain he would be able to satisfy his shouldn't have any trouble...... shitting in the
sexual need. jungle for the next couple of months...... if you
live that long......."
Making a fist , he punched Tarzan and his lower
rib cage. Tarzan grunted in pain, his body Kwami then yelled to several of the
involuntary spasmed, causing his muscles to Warriors..... "Flip him over.....!!!!"
contract. At the very second, the young warrior
trusted forward with all 220 pounds of this lean
muscular body, driving deeply into Tarzan. Tarzan
wailed in agony, Jane screamed disgust, the
young warrior groaned in sexual satisfaction. When the final of Kwami's warriors, rapists,
had finely finished with molesting Tarzan's
Making a fist with this other hand, are warrior once virgin hole, the youth collapsed upon
punched Tarzan again, thrusting harder into Tarzan's broad muscular and beaten back.
Tarzan. The young warrior used to Tarzan's The youngest of the Warriors, was forced to go
bound body as if it was a drum. Beating his lower sloppy lasts, not because of his youth or
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inexperience, but because of his length and girth. pulsating Rosebud of the ape man. The thick
Kwami new to save the most painful to last. Plus white sticky substance mixed with Tarzan's
he feared that youth's enormous size would cause rich red blood. As this substance bubbled out
too much damage to Tarzan's Virgin hole. Kwami of the tortured an stretched hole with each of
knew from experience, that Tarzan's Virgin Tarzan's grimaces as pain wracked his
FUCKHOLE needed to be a stretched and muscular naked body, flowing out like hot lava,
lubricated by the other older warriors penises and slowly dripping down on to Tarzan's almost
seamen. The youth would have ripped Tarzan a hairless scrotum sacks.
part. The two sweaty naked bodies, laying on top
of each other on the log, looking as if they were Suddenly, Kwami could not resist the desired
oiled down for a muscular physique contest, very to hurt Tarzan more. His big bare foot shot
lean an muscular bodies covered with a shiny out.... kicking Tarzan in his swollen and
sweat. The young man lay on top of Tarzan's bleeding FUCKHOLE. To Tarzan the pain was
naked body, exhausted from the physical effort he worse than if he had been kicked in the
put into brutally assaulting Tarzan's ass. Not to testicles. The powerful kicked seem to jar
mention, the marvellous sexual gratification he felt every internal organs in Tarzan's tortured
from brutalizing the Tied down and tortured ape body. Tarzan screamed till there was not a
Man. The young man thought to himself, as he lay whisper of air left in his lungs. Tarzan could not
panting on top of the wincing and moaning victim. catch his breath, the overwhelming pain was
making it impossible to control such a body
"Surely, I have proven to my King and fellow functions.
warriors, that I am truly a man and a warrior how!"
Kwami looked over at Jane. She had crumpled
No only did the young warrior double the amount to the ground, crying hysterically, like a small
of time it took him to finish raping Tarzan and child. Jane was in shock! Being forced to
deposit his healthy load deep in to Tarzan's bows, witness this brutal gang rape, to the man she
as of his nearest competitor, he was much more loves so deeply, was just too much for her
physical, brutal and sexual in his assault. Plus, he mind to take. Watching the De
was also able to get the most excruciating whale flowering of Tarzan's manhood, was just too
of agony from Tarzan as he ejaculated into the much, it drove her to insanity.
tortured hole. That vigour of the assault left the The humiliation Tarzan was helplessly forced
young man exhausted. He was on able to get up to endure, the pain he was
and pull out of the ravaged anus of Tarzan. Along being subjected to, and the animal like
with the physical effort that the youthful warrior screams that came from Tarzan's now raw
exhibited as he pulled back Tarzan's head throat, was too much to witness. Jane was
backwards. Grasping the ape-man underneath his crazy! It was just too much for a civilized
chin with one hand, almost breaking the man's woman's psyche to endure. She snapped. She
neck. While his other fist slammed repeatedly into was drove insane watching the brutal sexual
Tarzan's lower rib cage. While performing all of molestation that she was forced to witness.
these vicious acts, as he ploughed harder and Helpless to stop it. Her begging, her pleading
harder into that once tight ass. He was getting the with them to stop these sick acts on the
most wild animal like shrilling screams from his helpless tied down, naked muscular man that
helpless, tied down victim. she loved so dearly, only made them more
violent. Causing the savages to humiliate the
Kwami stared down at the two young naked men. ape Man more with their sick perversion.
Tarzan in bondage, tied to the FUCK log, and
then the youngest of this warriors, to sexually Kwami went over to Jane and dragged her to
exhausted, spent, and comfortable with his her feet, as some of the Warriors lifted the
still semi hard Dick still buried into to Tarzan's limp, raped body of Tarzan from the FUCK log.
sloppy, stretched and bleeding FUCK HOLE. Jane is suddenly went into a zombie like
Kwami took a moment to savour the ape man trance, she sunk deeply into shock.
pitiful whimpering groans of agony and
humiliation. Before shoving the muscular, well "Let's go get a better look at the ape Man,
hung youth off of Tarzan's broad back. Which only Bitch. I think my warriors might enjoy you two
caused the ape Man to scream a loud in agony, having sex. They are finished with his ass for
as the young man's semi hard erection was ripped now, but watching you two might excite them
from his tortured hole. to have another go at him when you're
finished." A sadistic man said laughing.
"Flipped him over."
After witnessing this sexual molestation and
Kwami ordered to his warriors. He was now torture of one helpless loving man, she now
standing behind Tarzan. Tarzan's powerful know why these people were called savages.
muscular legs in bondage, it's spread wide apart Forcing her to watch as they reduce the man
and exposing his great swollen shit hole. Kwami that she loved to nothing more than a
smiled sadistically, seeing the thick white cum of plaything, a sexual toy to abuse. A muscular
his warriors, oozing from the stretched and and brave man, to torture, to endure extreme
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excruciating pain to save her. Turning the ape a clump of Tarzan's pubes up off the log and
Man into nothing more than a cheap whore. holding them under James nose.
The front of Tarzan's muscular body was a mass "Smell familiar, did you get any of these stuck
of bleeding scrapes and bruises. The ape Man between your teeth last night ?" Kwami asked
looked as if someone had taken a sharp food Jane.
grater and used it all over the entire front lean
muscular naked body. From shoulder Jane was in such a deep stupor of shock, she
blade to crotch, many places on the muscular was unable to respond to the rude comments.
definition of Tarzan's muscles, were rubbed raw Now as Jane glanced over at Tarzan’s
by the rough bark of the log. tortured, bleeding muscular , naked body, she
didn't even gasp horror. She cannot even
The damage was caused as Tarzan's muscular respond to this site of Tarzan's bleeding torso.
naked body was being pushed forward by the
Warriors as they sadistically ploughed his virgin Several of the half-dozen needles in each
asshole. As one after another brutally raped him. nipple and large aureoles, that Jane had
Then only to be dragged back over the rough previously been forced to torture Tarzan's
surface, while he was still impaled on their rigid chest with, were broken in half or have been
cocks, that were so brutally being stuffed back up painfully ripped out as his muscular chest was
into his tortured opening. being scraped back and forth over the rough
bark during the numerous rapes.
As they started to pull out, to Tarzan it felt as if
there dicks were trying to rip his intestines out Some of the needles that caught on the rough
through his shit hole. Then to only seconds later surface, cause the needle's to rip bigger holes
to have them to brutally slam back into his in the sensitive tit flesh. Not only was Tarzan
bleeding anus. being humiliated and raped, his large sexy
nipples were being constantly tortured during
Each warrior had a different technique of his molestation. The larger holes in Tarzan's
FUCKING the ape Man. All were very rough and large aureoles caused Tarzan's rich red blood
savage in their style of FUCKING. For many of the to mix with his sweat, then cascade down over
Warriors it was the first time that they ever had his bulging pecs then down over his rippling,
sexual intercourse with a man. But they all got beaten and bruised abdominal muscles. And
great satisfaction in knowing that this was the then slowly seep in and disappeared into
ultimate humiliation for another male to Tarzan was once thick pubic bush.
experience, not just once, but numerous times.
They all knew that this made it more degrading, The skin above Tarzan's pubic bone was also
more humiliating and more disgusting to the rubbed raw and oozing blood. And some of
helpless victim. Tarzan's curtly pubic hair was sticking to the
open wound. Kwami was staring at Tarzan's
As Kwami passed by the FUCK log, a group of crotch, he noticed that Tarzan semi hard penis
warriors was starting to help the youngest and was scraped raw in several places. Kwami's
final rape us to his feet. They were all giving him sadistic lust grew as he noticed several
congratulatory slaps on the back, praising him on scrapes around the partially exposed pee slit of
his brutal attack on Tarzan's un circumcised penis. Kwami yet got
Tarzan's ravaged hole. As the young man stood greater satisfaction in knowing that Tarzan's
there excepting their praise, not only was his pride mushroom shaped helmet head of his uncut
swelling, and so was his newly discovered Fuck cock had been pounded into the rough surface.
tool. It seemed like the young man had a natural
talent for such sadistic acts of rape and torture. The spectacle of his warriors lifting Tarzan up
by his hips, suspending his naked groin
Kwami glanced down at the log, noticing how it several inches and above the rough bark of the
was stained with Tarzan's blood and semen from log, before slamming their hard dicks back into
his warriors. Above the stains, he observed Tarzan was molested hole. Crushing Tarzan's
several clumps of wiry pubic hair, Tarzan's pubic crotch back to the rough surface. Tarzan's
hair. Pubic hair of Tarzan that had gotten snagged naked muscular body was being crushed
on the rough bark, as his muscular body was a between the log and their heavy muscular
being of rubbed back and forth over the rough weight. None of the Warriors weight less than
surface, as he was being brutally raped over and 220 pounds. Some of the very muscular
over. warriors weighed over 300 pounds. Tarzan's
Most of Tarzan's pubic hair had been ripped out, poor tortured hole.
roots and all.
Kwami was becoming more excited knowing
"Looks like you should have trimmed him up last that no one, other than this ape-man, could
night before having you let him fuck you." injure such endless pain and torture. No one
other than this hated enemy of Kwami's
Kwami said to the zombie like woman, picking up deserved such a gruelling excruciating rape.
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The muscular naked ape Man refused to pass out,
to slip into the mercy of unconsciousness. Tarzan
would only suffer and scream in total agony
before Kwami’s lusting, sex crazed eyes. Others
would have given up the will to live long ago.
Others would have been wishing for death. Others
would have been begging for death, asking their
torturers to end it, to kill them, but not Tarzan.
Kwami saw that somehow that this lean muscular
naked body still had some fight left in it. As Tarzan
stood weakly before him, struggling slightly
against the two quarters holding him in place.
Standing bow legged, on wobbly legs, with all
kinds of sticky fluids oozing down the back of his
muscular thighs.
Kwami was willing to give the Tarzan more, much
more. Much more, as much pain as it would take.
As much pain as it would take to break him, or
killed him in doing so. Kwami still had plans for
Tarzan's body even after death! Kwami was going
to use Tarzan's dead muscular body to do terrible
and horrible sick things. He was going to use
Tarzan's dead carcass till there was nothing left.
"Tie the ape man down and" Kwami ordered.!
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Variation 11: Brotherly love Kwami had known the pair all his life. And
secretly he’d always resented them. For their
11a. build, for their looks, their strength. For their
Kwami heard a resounding slap. He waited. easy success with the girls. But for today, they
Another one. Two, there were always two. Then were perfect for their task. And they’d brought
he turned round. And grinned to himself. Two, some much-needed amusement for his men
there was always two, they couldn’t stop on this hot arduous march.
themselves! Kwami didn’t need to turn really, he Kwami had grown up with them. Two brothers,
knew what was going on. But he did. He saw now full in their manly prime. Born only weeks
Tarzan fall forwards under the force of the slap apart, same father, different mothers. And
across the back of his head. It was that pair of since childhood they’d been intense rivals with
brothers again. Still at it. They’d been like this each other. Kwami remembered how Bukawa,
the whole march. Neither could be beaten by the still a boy, bragged he’d had his first girl. A few
other. Kwami congratulated himself on putting weeks’ later, Mzama was telling everyone the
them in charge of the apeman on the march to the girl he’d had was having his baby. It was all
beach. It was a stroke of genius. Tarzan had lies. But it was typical, whatever one did, the
hardly got a moment of peace. other had to top it.
Kwami had ordered a rest. The march to the Like today. Kwami had made them
shore so far had been long and hot. It was responsible for the apeman on this march.
unbearably hot, sweat hung on every one of them Bukawa had stolen the chance and grabbed
like a second skin. When Kwami had called a the rope binding Tarzan’s wrists and tied the
rest, a couple of his men had whooped for joy and other end to his own arm. And then sniggered
threw themselves headlong into the river to cool at his brother because he had won control over
down. the apeman. Next minute Mzama appeared
with rope, bound a noose around Tarzan’s
Not the two brothers, of course. They were taking waist and tied the other end around himself.
their charge oh-so seriously. Or rather neither With a mocking nod, he taunted his brother. If
was going to take the risk of giving his brother a Tarzan made a run for it, he’d have Mzama to
chance to get one over on him. Tarzan was their contend with.
bone. And like two dogs, they’d fought over him
all morning. And so the whole morning had gone on. Out-
doing each other all the time. Bukawa would
They’d secured Tarzan now in some shade under suddenly take it on himself to punch the
the tree. The rope on his wrists was over the apeman hard in his ribs. So then Mzama
branch above him, securing his hands just above punched the apeman so hard in the shoulder
his head. And the other brother Mzama had Tarzan’s arm went dead. Constantly all
loosened the noose around Tarzan’s waist, morning, they’d been at it. Tarzan was their
lowered it and tied it round Tarzan’s ankles. Not battle ground, their chance for one-upmanship.
really necessary but because his brother “owned” Not that Kwami minded. It was his apeman
the wrists, he was in charge of the ankles. The who was on the receiving end, all day on the
apeman would not run away, Tarzan wasn’t going march Tarzan had been getting continuous
anywhere. punishment. And his other men had enjoyed it,
they had kept up the cajoling. Egging the
And when Mzama had finished tying up Tarzan’s brothers on, encouraging one to give it to the
legs, he’d stood up and slapped Tarzan hard in apeman harder than his brother. The men had
the face. Just for the sake of getting one over on hooted at each ripple of pain from the apeman.
his brother. The first slap Kwami had heard. For They’d not had to say much to wheedle
no good reason. Except to get one over on his another apeman grimace of pain from a
brother. Who promptly stepped up to the apeman brother. With much laughter and good-natured
and gave him a resounding slap on the back of his rivalry, the hot sweaty march had passed
head. Even harder. And glared back with a look faster than expected. And there was nothing
of victory at his brother. So there! the apeman could do about it. He just had to
grunt and bear it.
Kwami saw a heavy-muscled arm tighten and
Tarzan’s head flew to one side. Under Mzama’s But the day was hot. They needed water, they
next stinging backhander into his cheek. In needed to cool down by the river.
retaliation. Mzama sniggered back at his brother. “OK, you two. That’s enough. Get some rest”,
Then Tarzan’s head flew forwards. Under Kwami shouted over to them. They’d trussed
Bukawa’s punch to the back of his neck. Tarzan up securely, they could get a break.
Mzama grinned and nodded back to Kwami.
“Mzama! Bukawa! Enough!” Kwami shouted out. And then he span round towards Tarzan and
“Get some rest!” without warning slammed his fist into Tarzan’s
guts.
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With a bellow of shock, Tarzan collapsed forward. crouched down up to her shoulders in the
His chin pressed down on his chest to hold onto water, pretending she was cooling herself
the pain. He’d taken the punch in the middle of down.
his stomach. For a moment, shocked reflexes
had cut off his breathing. Winded, his legs bound When she stood up, she realised what she had
together, his knees jarred up under the shock, he done. Every eye shot to her. She might just
swayed grunting and gasping off the overhead as well have gone naked. She saw it
rope. Tarzan struggled for breath. Unprepared straightaway in the men’s eyes. Eating her up
for any attack, it felt like the punch had sunk deep with their eyes. And she shivered. Her white
into his belly. Pummelling his insides. shift clung to her, she was practically naked.
She was showing everything. Kwami could not
Bukawa stood behind the apeman. Over Tarzan’s take his eyes off her. She saw it and shivered
bent-over back he scowled at his brother. He’d despite the stinking heat. Defensively, one
got one over on him. And so he powered his arm crossed over her breasts, the other hand
elbow hard into Tarzan’s vulnerable neck. slipped to the tops of her legs, she strode self-
Another bawl of shock escaped the apeman’s consciously out of the river as if she was
throat. His knees nearly collapsed as he fell naked. Self-consciously she struggled out of
forward, rolling off the rope. the knee-high water feeling eyes burning into
her back. The thin white shift clung to her,
And then the brothers looked at each other and every curve, every shape revealed, every
laughed. They were even! And even in that move emphasised. She could feel the eyes of
moment, between them, the apeman struggling their captors burning into the sway of her
for breath, another challenge sparked to life. The backside, salivating at the rolling cleft as she
laughter stopped, they looked at each other, they walked. In that moment, Kwami knew he’d not
looked at the river, their gazes transfixed. An sell her to the slavers, this was too good a
unspoken challenge rang in their heads as clear chance to miss. They’d not expected to find
as a bell. Like cheetahs bursting into attack, they the apeman with her. Kwami had thought her
charged. Last one in the river was stupid! a bonus, thought he’d sell her off for a
premium price. But the sight of her convinced
Kwami shook his head in amazement. They him. And what better irony! The apeman had
never stopped, always trying to out-do each other. robbed him of his slave girl. Kwami would
Sons of his father’s greatest warrior, they’d been have his woman in his bed. Abusing the
born with muscles. As boys, they were naturally apeman’s woman long after he was gone!
gifted with bodies to envy. And with their intense What a prize!
rivalry to be better than the other, they’d worked
hard, hunted hard. No physical challenge was too
much if it tested their strength. If it proved one Mzama and Bukawa were doing their jobs
better than the other. As men, they turned every dutifully. Their eyes only occasionally leaping
woman’s head. They only had to look at a girl and to the woman quivering nervously under the
she was in their bed. To Kwami’s eternal trees in her sodden dress. One held the water
resentment. bowl to the apeman’s lips. While the other
held the bone to his mouth to let him rip off the
Every bit as strong as the apeman, every bit as meat, Bukawa’s eyes tore again over to the
powerful in body, obsessively competitive in spirit. woman, eating her up. The apeman needed
Kwami watched their powerful bodies streaking his strength, he had an ordeal to face when
over to the river. Powerful legs pounding, they got to the sea. Kwami wanted him strong,
muscled arms pumping, careening to the river just he wanted to see his apeman suffer long and
to beat the other. Like kingfishers their lithe lingering into the night.
muscled bodies flew through into their dives at the
same moment. They seemed to hit the water in But the pair of them could not stop themselves.
the same instant. They were always evenly They were brothers, they wee rivals. Bukawa
matched. Their heads came up out of the water. removed the bowl of water to let the apeman
Instantly grinning. Kwami turned back to Tarzan swallow. And grinning at his brother holding
still groaning and gasping for breath. Kwami had up the bone of meat, he slapped Tarzan
been wise to put them in charge. It was the across the back of his head. The man who
apeman who was paying the price. owned that woman got it in the back of the
head. Tarzan lunged forward under the sting
of the slap. Recovering, he glared angrily back
************ at Bukawa.
At which point, Mzama retaliated. His brother
was not going to get one over on him. His
11b knuckled fist dug hard into the unsuspecting
Jane knew it was a mistake as soon as she stood apeman’s ribs. And Mzama laughed out
up out of the water. She had been dying to take a snorting uproariously.
pee, but she wasn’t going to do it in front of
Kwami and his men. So she went in the river and
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Bukawa grinned back at his brother. And Unmoved, untouched, more encouraged by his
slammed his fist hard into Tarzan’s neck. Tarzan apeman’s anger.
called out in shock. Just as the other brother “Maybe, I lied”, he taunted.
jarred his knee into Tarzan’s thigh. Momentarily
Tarzan faltered, swaying on his bound legs under Then, almost imperceptibly, his hand moved.
the surprise attack. The two brothers laughed at Almost imperceptible but Jane felt it. She
each other’s success and quietly went on feeding twitched, a sharp whine leapt to her throat.
their captive. She’d felt the clammy hand move on her leg.
She tried to pull her hips back. Her eyes
flashed to Tarzan for help. But then seeing the
The thought of the apeman’s woman and her futile anger in his face eating him up, she
nakedness drew Kwami in. He glanced over at looked up at the sky, she looked away. Biting
Tarzan, his arms uselessly bound over his head at her bottom lip. Tarzan seethed with anger,
and got an idea. So he went over and sat down with powerless, frustrated anger. There was
next to Jane. And his heart rejoiced at the look of nothing he could do for her. And it was
his captive’s eyes instantly burning into him when burning him up.
he did so. Trussed up but the apeman was still
thinking he could defend her. She had not even “Kwami, you’re a dead man!”
touched the food, no appetite. Like Kwami. He Kwami’s eyes had not left his prisoner. He felt
had no appetite for food either but the thought of a power that was almost sexual surging in his
playing with her was feeding his other appetite. groin. It was not a hotness for this woman,
Tempting him, giving him ideas. To torment there’d be plenty of time to settle that urge. It
Tarzan. For the moment he did not ache to lie was his pleasure in tormenting this captive. He
with her, but, he knew the sight of her near- had pulled the apeman’s strings, Tarzan had
nakedness and the threat of Kwami leering over jumped to his command.
her would get her man excited. As soon as he “Dead? Not me, apeman. You. Before the
approached, she had pulled down the sodden day is out. You. And brutally so.”, he
shift over her legs as far as she could. Yes, she’d answered coldly.
got the idea already! Tarzan too, Kwami could
see, from the intent stare he threw from his bonds. He groped his hand up the hot inside of the
The shift clung to her like a second skin covering woman’s thigh, his eyes never leaving his
only half her thigh. Protectively, her hand shot to captive. He felt the sodden shift wet against
cover what was obviously showing through at the his hand.
tops of her legs. “Kwami, I warn you!”
Kwami turned his head to his trussed up captive. Kwami looked back, held the apeman’s
And smirked menacingly. Tarzan had stopped incensed glare.
gnawing on the bone. He was now watching “Shut him up”, he ordered quietly.
Kwami’s every move. Kwami leered to himself.
Tarzan thought he knew what was going through Bukawa reacted first. His fist hammered into
Kwami’s mind. So Kwami would play him along. Tarzan’s lower back. Pain shot him upright,
It wasn’t Jane he was taunting, though, it was her shock clenched his teeth tight together.
useless man. He put his hand on Jane’s thigh. Surprise snapped Tarzan up into a backwards
She froze, the arm across her breasts clutched arc, his waist shot forward, shoulders back.
into a fist. Mzama was only a split second slower. His
“Don’t even think about it, Kwami!” punch hammered into Tarzan’s extended
Tarzan’s voice shot into the air. Kwami had pulled navel. His fist disappeared into the
his string in the first move. unprotected stomach, drove in deep to find
Tarzan’s backbone.
Kwami turned to him. And returned the apeman’s
stare. Long and hard. And he smiled. With the Tarzan collapsed forward into the punch, his
look of a man who has all the power. Assured he wind exploded out his chest. The overhead
could dominate. Communicating his mastery over rope shook violently under his weight. Wildly
this uselessly bound carcase of muscled meat. he swung off the rope, coughing and
And slowly, demonstratively, his fingers stretched spluttering, gasping for air.
open, defiantly his hand slid down between Jane’s
legs. His eyes on Tarzan all the time. Her skin
felt velvety and soft, white and alluring against his Kwami watched and waited. He gave the
hard calloused hand. Kwami spread his fingers apeman time to catch his breath. He wanted
and clutched at the tender flesh. him watching. Helplessly watching. Burning
up with the inability to defend his woman. This
“You promised, Kwami. I warn you!”, Tarzan was not about the woman, this was about
yelled. torturing the apeman’s mind with his hopeless
Fire burned in his face, the hands above his head inability to help. His fingers kept the woman
clutched into fists. Kwami stared back. trapped, shivering in dread of his hand. He let
Jane take in the sight of her lover aching with
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the punch in his guts. Aching with helplessness Kwami looked her in the face. Calmly, no
for her. Kwami had time, it was hours before the expression. His hand was near the top of her
apeman’s rendezvous on the beach. His eyes did thighs. He could feel the heat radiating off his
not leave the apeman’s heaving chest. His spirit target. Then his eyes slid down. He filled his
fed off the pain twisting in his face, the grunting vision with the sight of her hard nipples
chest. pressed against the wet cloth. The deep
brown hard circles now exposed through the
Those two brothers could pack a tidy punch. wet cloth seemed to beckon his mouth. Or
They were impressive. Both had a powerful solid summon the hand she held trapped under hers
build. Mzama’s necklace of white beads on her shimmering thigh. Tauntingly, he licked
highlighted his great physique, drawing the eyes her lips and returned his eyes to hers. He
deliberately to his thick muscular chest. And stared hard into her. With a sense of
again the two of them were grinning at each other. satisfaction he felt her eyes wilt under his
They enjoyed their duels. For a change, they had gaze. Long and hard, he stared into hers.
worked out the benefit of working together. Waiting. Waiting for her to give in. Waiting for
Normally they just competed against each other. her to let him. For her to release her hand and
But they were fighting it out together this time. offer herself up.
And Tarzan was on the receiving end. And they
liked what they saw. The apeman gasping for But she didn’t. Her lip trembling, the grip on
breath under their fists. Shocked by their one- his hand quivering with her fear, the woman
two, a surprise punch in the back, a hammer-blow was not going to give in.
to the gut. They grinned as he writhed to their “Another!” he snapped.
punishment. Grinning at each other, the pair of His eyes did not leave Jane but hers shot to
them gave each other a quick flex, playfully Tarzan.
turning their muscles to rock on either side of their
spluttering captive. The brothers had learned the technique. One
In fact, Kwami saw with undisguised envy, there in the kidneys, a split second later another in
stood three impressive figures of men. Defined, the guts. Two quick reactions. A grunt of
etched, not much extra on any of them. Every bit surprise, then a bawl of pain.
of there torsos framed with muscle. Every one of
them able to pull in the girls. Not much to tell any Jane jerked at the sight of her lover shooting
one of them apart. Except it was Tarzan, their upwards. A solid knuckled punch in the lower
victim, who was squirming with their pain. back, followed by another under his ribs. The
fist had been rammed upwards into his gut, it
seemed to disappear deep inside. Tarzan’s
Kwami saw that Tarzan was again staring him feet were lifted off the ground with the force
down. His stomach marked with one red fist, the into his stomach. These two men were
red blotch still pounding in and out as he fought powerfully-built, every bit as much as Tarzan,
for breath. But the apeman’s eyes were back on they were giving him everything they had.
him again. Angry, warning. As if his eyes could The knuckles again hammered into his bent
stop Kwami’s hand. As if he was trying to work back. A split second later all his wind
out all the ways he could kill Kwami – and which whooshed out with the explosion into his waist.
would be the most painful. The air was busted out of him with a loud cry.
His body crashed forward into his attacker. His
Jane felt it before Kwami’s hand actually moved. grunt spewed down onto the man’s shoulder.
A tightening of a clammy hand on her skin. Her Coughing and spluttering. Till another punch
heart gave a leap. An almost imperceptible move hard into his back collapsed Tarzan to his
that made her skin creep. And then Kwami’s knees. A thunderbolt into his backbone that
hand slid upwards, under the wet cloth that was crumpled his knees. He hung there in mid air,
her only protection. Again her eyes shot pleading his face held up to the sky, twisted by his pain.
towards her captive lover. Then again she His knees would not reach the floor, bound feet
flashed them away. Not wanting to torture Tarzan were dragging behind. Stretched, face twisting
with her demands. She held herself rigid as the and contorting as he gasped in air, tears of
hand slid up. Head up, not looking. But her shock streaking his face. Jane gasped as
mind’s eye seeing everything, imagining noisily he heaved in breath. Gulped and
everything. Slowly, torturously slowly, the clammy gasped. Deep agonised breaths. His heaving
hand slid up the inside of her thigh. Under her and gasping stabbing her in the heart.
clinging shift, ever closer. She stopped breathing.
Her heart thudded. She bit down on her lower lip In fear for her man, her hand slid off Kwami’s
in barely controlled terror. giving him free access. He could take her. If
the punishment of Tarzan stopped. Kwami
Then unable to stop herself, she clamped her kept his eyes on her, she’d given herself to
hand down on Kwami’s. She gripped him as hard him. A little bit further up her leg and his finger
as she could. She dug her fingers into the back of would disappear into her wet hotness. A slight
his hand to stop his move. move and he’d slick through to the apeman’s
treasure trove. But he didn’t, he didn’t want
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that, not now. There was time for that. When she jarring strength when their knuckles pounded
waited in dread for him in his hut. Night after at his flesh. Faultless male specimens. That
night. was just Kwami’s point! They were solid
muscle machines that packed more than a
He just kept his fingers there. One finger powerful punch. And they were to be turned
drumming rhythmically to remind her could. If he on Tarzan. Tarzan had taken those half dozen
wanted. And her precious apeman could do punches just before, since they arrived at this
nothing to help her. In fact, Kwami realised resting place by the river. The one in his gut
Tarzan still held the power to get to him. He might had taken him unawares, no warning. A fist
be swaying in pain off the rope, his back hurting, had hammered straight into his belly button.
his guts on fire. But the apeman still thought he Unprepared, he’d tensed too late and it felt like
could answer back. Kwami had had complete the fist would come out the other side. Tarzan
mastery over him now for hours. He had bent had felt the power that packed those perfectly
Tarzan’s body entirely to his will. But the apeman sculptured shoulders, that tapered down over
still thought he could stand up to Kwami. powerfully muscled backs into tight waists and
Kwami’s eyes took him in again. Tarzan’s eyes exquisitely carved stomachs. All man, both of
angrily glaring back at him. Still panting from the them. Under those few punches, Tarzan’s
surprise attack, still hanging off the rope, his face had twisted into unstoppable grimaces,
muscled perfection stretched. All his strength on they’d had even him gasping for air in rasping
display by the upward pull of his bonds. Etched hoarse breaths. His back had jarred, his chest
and defined to perfection. Bulging with strength, had heaved, his own strong stomach pounded
pumped up by anger. But that muscled strength in pained throbs to get that aching burn under
was useless to him. It was bound and helpless. control. Just a few solid punches and his guts
All he had left was his anger. That muscled had nearly emptied into his throat with the
strength had been mastered, even the futile anger force that was driven up through his insides.
had been subjugated by Kwami’s ropes. But he
still refused to recognise Kwami’s supremacy. And that unexpected hammerblow. Those
The apeman needed teaching another lesson. thudding knuckles into his back had collapsed
And these two muscle-bound brothers were just him to his knees.. No warning, no defence. His
the ones to use. They had just given Kwami an legs had just given way under the shock. The
idea. force seemed to exit from his eyeballs. With
renewed interest, Tarzan was eying the
************ menace of their thick shoulders and arms.
Deep valleys separated every muscle,
everything seemed to ripple even as they
stood still. And very soon, they’d not be
11c standing still. Very soon, they’d be turned on
Jane could not believe her ears. The way these him.
men were shouting at each other. Screaming and
shouting, hysterically laughing. What they were
suggesting. And getting excited at! They were When Kwami gathered his men around
monsters! The noise of men’s voices bawling Tarzan’s trussed up body and made his
each other down. The dozen of them all crowding suggestion, he knew he was on to a winner.
around Tarzan trussed up under the tree, the They loved it, they loved him for the idea.
men’s hands slapping enthusiastically to seal ther Almost straightaway, someone started taking
wagers. Fingers jabbing, faces mocking each bets. Which of the two brothers was going to
other as they made their bets. The animals! They win? The men were buzzing with excitement
were making bets on Tarzan’s pain. about the match. The two brothers had shown
only intense rivalry over the years, the men
Tarzan eyed the two brothers more cautiously knew them well. They’d known these two all
now he’d heard the plans. He had reason to their lives, they would give their all, neither
examine them in a new light. He’d been putting would want to lose to the other. And it was to
up with their slapping all day since this march had be the apeman on the receiving end. What a
begun. First one, then the other. He’d had no laugh! The brothers were constantly looking
choice. Just grin and grimace. Whenever they for ways to battle it out and prove which of the
felt like it, a punch in the side, a knuckled fist in two of them was best.. This time, it was the
the neck. And they hit hard, very hard. He looked apeman who would give them the chance.
at them through fresh eyes. The pair of them And experience said neither of them would
were all muscle. Tall, sleek, big built. And muscle back down.
fought with muscle for space. Rounded bulges
topped their shoulders, the slightest movement Tarzan watched disbelieving, stood trussed up
seemed to turn them to stone. The way they at the heart of this showdown.
moved was intensely masculine, powerfully male. “But first a couple of ground rules”, Kwami
Not a bit of spare flesh anywhere. Tall, cat-like in interrupted with a grin. He understood the
their movements. Grace matched with strength, intense rivalry between the two. They would
power rippled in perfection. All power, solid do anything to win, especially in a public test.
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No tactics would be left untried, no manoeuvre them, his arm suddenly raised punching the air
would be off-limits without some rules laid down. at the thrill of the contest. Warily Tarzan took
And Kwami needed his apeman strong for his own in a massively muscled shoulder framed
ordeal at the end of the day. Tarzan needed to against the sky. Sleek, solid, all power, all
survive this. But a bit more punishment on the motivation. A slick surface of cold sweat lined
way would not go amiss. Teach him who was Tarzan’s face.
really in charge here. But to make sure Tarzan
was still up to his evening’s ordeal, Kwami knew “And the one who gets the apeman to cry out
these two brothers needed some rules to keep first – wins”
them under control. The men roared their approval. This was what
He was standing alongside Tarzan and put one they enjoyed.
hand just below his captive’s ribcage. “Not a grunt, mind you. A shout. A full-
“Between there ….” blooded cry of pain”.
The other hand tapped against Tarzan’s stomach Blood-lust swarmed within the group. And a
immediately above his crutch. thrill for the match. The hated apeman and the
“… and there. All blows are to fall between these excitement of these two pitched against each
two points”. other! Kwami’s men were taking sides already,
they roared on their own champion. These two
Kwami’s face turned into his apeman’s. And brothers were always good fun. Immensely
smirked masterfully. He kept his lower hand in good-natured and fun-loving with each other.
place. Tarzan felt Kwami’s hand pressing against Brothers of the best sort. Yet enormously
the root of his cock through the loincloth. Tarzan competitive. They’d go for it hammer-and-
glared back at him. Kwami’s face creased into a tongs. Neither would be beaten by the other.
sneer. The back of Kwami’s hand felt the strong They’d give it their all. They’d put in maximum
flesh through the leather. Then slowly he brushed effort. And put on a good show. The
his hand down the flaccid shaft. His glare competition of a lifetime.
softened into a smirk. Telling Tarzan who was in And it was the hated apeman on the receiving
charge. Telling him this was his game. And, for end.
Kwami, for the apeman, in this their personal war,
there were no-holds-barred. This was a lesson for ************
Tarzan to learn. Once and for all. With a flick on
the back of his hand, he swiped it down the
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Tarzan caught sight of Jane. She stood
For now the rules were set. He was pitting surrounded by these jabbering men, her face
Tarzan’s two brothers against each other. In a creased with her anxiety. She’d heard what
competition. A punching competition with the they planned, she knew what was coming his
apeman’s guts as the target. Instinctively, way. She alone in this crowd feared for him,
Tarzan’s eyes flashed to the two preening men. the only person in this jabbering excited heap
Eying them with new interest. He swallowed who did not wish him evil. Who would cry out
intently at the solidness of that muscle. He took in hurt when he hurt. Jane, the only one who not
with studied concern the definition in those arms, cheer at the shock of his pain.
knotted even at rest. He’d felt the power, he’d
suffered the force. The thought of those solid “Mzama goes first”, shouted Kwami.
shoulders hammering a sustained attack into his Bukawa cried out triumphant. Mzama
stomach was going to be more than a challenge protested too late. He’d had been momentarily
to his own strong muscle. absent-minded. His eyes had been taking in
the glory of his apeman target, hands above
“First goes one brother, then the other”. his head, vulnerable, his face wary, tensely
Kwami held out his hand. Tarzan could see a waiting. Mzama’s eyes had stroked greedily
handful of small white pebbles taken from the over that strong chest, fondled those broad
river. shoulders. But more importantly his gaze
“One pebble for each punch. No more. Once all lowered to that stomach. From the side, he
the pebbles have got from my one hand to the lost himself in the way it seductively tapered in,
other, the next brother takes over”. a deeply satisfying groove running
impressively down his sides framing strong
Tarzan looked down, he reckoned there were ridges, thick muscle standing out. Jutting out
about two dozen pebbles in Kwami’s hand. Two like carved from wood. Hard with his tension,
dozen blows in each round. He could feel his firm with his resolve. From the front, deep-cut
heart pick up the pace. Two dozen gut-wrenching cleavages sank in-between the six mounds
blows from each of them. From each of these above the waist. Glistening drops of sweat
muscle-bound men. Then one stood down and let sparkled there as they caught the light of the
the other muscle-force take over. And then the sun. The raised arms had let the loincloth drop
first muscle-mountain came back again, a bit revealing the start of another strong pair
refreshed. For a renewed attack. Tarzan was in of muscles, now tight with his nervousness, not
for the beating of his life. His eyes shot to one of rising and swelling with his breath. What a
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feast, a mouth-watering challenge. Those all here, apeman. This is what you are getting,
muscles tight now, soon they’d turn to stone with total power. All man.
his flexing, solid as the apeman rose to the
challenge and came fighting back. With the only And then he grinned. Warmly, kindly. Then he
weapon he had. relaxed and smiled. Tarzan felt confused, he
was steeling himself to fear this man, he was
“Why me first?” he protested. gathering together his dread of the punishment
Mzama had already worked out that the later you and his fear of that force and funnelling it into
took on those muscles, the more chance you had strength of will. Turning dread into purpose.
of taking the prize. And then turning his strength of purpose into
“Mzama is the oldest”, Kwami explained to the gates of iron that would keep those pounding
excited crowd. The others laughed out. Only a fists away from his guts. And yet there stood
few week’s difference between them. Their horny his attacker smiling at him. Kindly. Friendly.
old man was known to be always at it! The two of
them the same age, same strength. Same He came up close, real close. Tarzan could
determination to be the best. feel his own body taut against his attacker’s
“The oldest always goes first”, Kwami laughed. chest. Solid, dense, closely packed, both of
Bukawa made a silly face at his “big brother” like them impressive. His attacker stood very
they did when they were infants. Mzama’s face close, chests nearly touching, that strange
creased into a full brotherly smile, likewise softness still playing on his face. A hand went
childishly he shook his fist in a warning. around the back of Tarzan’s head and gently it
pulled their faces forward, almost nose to
“Besides”, added Kwami, “… it’s my game! I nose.
decide. All my decisions are final. First round!
Mzama, step up.” “We’re gonna give them a show, you and me,
The men applauded Mzama as he sauntered up apeman”, Mzama whispered in Tarzan’s ear.
to Tarzan. He acknowledged playfully the crowd. Then Tarzan felt the fist pressed against his
Bulging muscles ripped in his shoulders as he stomach. He tightened, locked in a brotherly
flexed them for the start of his attack. Then he embrace yet expecting the thumping to start.
stopped and turned face-to-face with his victim. “Y’see, we’re gonna win this, you and me.
And stared. Hard, long, nothing said. We’re not gonna let that young puppy brother
Tarzan looked at his attacker with fresh eyes. of mine take you, are we?”
Tenser with nervousness now it was about to The voice down Tarzan’s ear was playful,
start. He’d taken these men’s punches all day, conspiratorial. And all the time, Tarzan could
he’d felt the power of their fists. But now they tensely feel a big strong fist pressed against
were going to slog it out against each other and his belly. Rhythmically, Mzama pressed in
his stomach was the prize. Kwami’s new game – against the solid strengthened belly. He felt
and Tarzan the ball. With new interest, he eyed the stomach respond, knotted muscle pushing
this one lined up in front of him. He walked with back, tight with tension, returning his menace
the grace of a cheetah, smooth muscled power with determined super-strength.
that rippled as he moved. That chest got you first. “I’m gonna work you over. Good and fine.
Massively defined and muscular. Like rounded Y’see, that’s how it works, that’s the rules. And
square mounds finished off with meaty nipples on then that young puppy will come and take you
the sharpened ridge. But more threatening today on. But you’re gonna last out till I come back
the hard sleek chest was topped with menacing for you”.
rounded bulges in the shoulders. Solid hard The voice down his ear sniggered like
muscle there that swelled out beautifully to the schoolgirls sharing a secret. And all the time
side, broad powerful chest, tapering to slim hips. the pushing into his belly was getting firmer,
But above all, Tarzan eyed the power in those the fist testing Tarzan’s strength, assessing the
shoulders, the force that they could let fly, the determination of Tarzan’s resistance.
strength that was about to be unleashed on
Tarzan’s stomach. “Because, if you do, if you last out till I come
back for you apeman, then you get a prize. If
Curiously a warmth spread over Mzama’s face. you last out till it’s my go again, I’ll make sure
As if he knew the apeman was scrutinising him. you get your reward. I’ll work it so you lie with
And feeling impressed, feeling a chill of her again”.
nervousness shiver down his back. Mzama took His head nodded in the direction of Jane. The
both his hands and scraped them back over his fist in Tarzan’s belly turned a knuckle into the
shaven head, arms bulging, rippling and tense. belly and gave a light jab. It flicked uselessly
Showing off. Posing for his victim. Impressing off rigid resisting muscle.
the apeman with his build. Warning him of what “She’s yours for the taking”, the voice
he would get. Then hands on the back of his sniggered down Tarzan’s ear. “I know you
head, Mzama held them there and froze. want it”. Joint conspirators, men in this
Posturing, giving Tarzan all he had. Squeezing together, we men understand about such
muscle power out of every corner of his body. It‘s things. “Just hang on for me. And then she’s
yours”.
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First of all, with a grin on his face, he gave
Jeering voices from behind punctured the air Tarzan a shove in the chest. Tarzan rocked
taunting Mzama to get on with it. Tarzan was not back on his bound feet. Swinging back,
fooled for one minute. Kwami would never let him Tarzan tensed expecting the fist to come flying
be with Jane. There was no deal to be struck with in. But Mzama, a teasing grin on his face,
these men. Besides, he’d assessed these men’s feasted on the sight of Tarzan pulling himself
strength, he’d felt the power of their punch. It back on the rope, hard as a rock, every muscle
would take all he could do to last out and save his tight on the return swing. Tarzan’s stomach
guts from being pulverised. For how long he taut, waist pulled in, six blocks of muscle
couldn’t know. bulging, threatened by the menace of his fist.
But Mzama raised his eyebrows in a smile.
Mzama looked Tarzan in the eye. With a Another shove in the chest sent Tarzan rocking
backward flick of the head, he acknowledged the back again, tensing as he pulled himself back
crowd's demands to get on with it. A shrug of the upright, preparing himself for Mzama’s fist on
shoulders told Tarzan regretfully he had no his return. Laughter broke in the crowd
choice, the crowd demanded they start. He gave behind. Mzama shook his head at his joke and
another half dozen rhythmic soft pushes into gave Tarzan another backwards shove. A
Tarzan’s taut belly. He looked in his victim’s eyes, harder shove in the chest. On the return swing
nodded knowingly. Nodded appreciatively, Tarzan was still ready when the thunderbolt
acknowledging respect for his opponent’s hit. Fun over. The attack began. A massive
strength. Then his hands went, he held them up, thud of knuckle into flesh. The prepared
flat, empty, no threat. But he had no choice. sculpted stomach put up a solid wall of
Mzama raised his eyebrows in a question. Did defence, Tarzan’s body shuddered under the
they have a deal? Mzama then turned to face the impact. But again nothing got through.
jeering good-natured crowd. And took his bow.
He was ready. Mzama’s method was slow, paced and hard.
Slow enough to throw everything into each
And quick as a flash, Mzama spun on his heels. punch. Shoulders bulged to mountains, arms
And smashed his fist into the middle of Tarzan’s blurred with the speed. His exertion exploded
gut. He’d tried the trick before when they’d first with a loud grunt. Determined, single-minded.
arrived by the river, Tarzan was ready for him. Standing up close, every blow smacked
Stomach flexed, waist tight in, his muscle turned resounding on flesh with his every bit of effort.
solid the instant Mzama’s shoulders began to turn. The apeman’s belly called out invitingly. It was
But the punch was equally solid. It thudded into like an untouched animal skin, framed in
the middle of Tarzan’s belly. His strength locked marvellous symmetry. And Mzama targeted
out the force of the thud but no one could miss the on just one small bit. He landed every punch
quiver of effort that passed through Tarzan’s on exactly the same spot. Determined, power-
body. Mzama registered the effort it took to keep packed. Into Tarzan’s belly button, in the
his punch out. One punch! One punch only had middle, the weakest spot. The air cracked as
taken that much work. And there were plenty bone slapped into hard flexed flesh. Followed
more to come. by Tarzan’s grunt of effort, the retch from his
gut as he caught his breath. Mzama let the
Mzama’s eyes glistened, his mouth creased in an pain of each blow sizzle through the targeted
appreciative smile. Respect for the apeman’s muscle. He waited until the shudder of pain
determination. Appreciation of that strength there. eased. Then he lined himself up again,
The blow had landed with a resounding smack on signalling his next move. And then Mzama
solid muscle. His eyes travelled down to the shot a devastating straight again direct into
target. Knotted, each proud ridge of muscle Tarzan’s navel. Strength against strength,
separated, deep grooves cut in between. The resolve against strong will. Rivals in equal
apeman’s gut was hard, really tough. His determination. Each punch landed with a deep
defensive resilience was impressive. He gave sensuous thud.
Tarzan a quick nod. Then his elbow snapped
back and ricocheted in. The power of the jab Mzama was in no hurry. Every time he let the
again was met with iron-taut muscle. Tarzan’s apeman buy time to recover his breath. The
throat leapt with a sharp grunt, his eyes bulged. apeman, he was sure, would hold out. His
The same shockwave trembled through his chest, stomach was well-defined, almost as good as
shuddered in his effort-tight arms. his own. He still had to hold out to face
Bukawa’s round. Mzama gave him his
Mzama turned to his audience and mockingly strength but not his best, he held something
blew on his hot knuckles, shaking his head in back. The apeman, Mzama knew, could last
pretend surprise. Peals of laughter greeted his out this round but then he had to last out
joke, voices mocked the apeman’s efforts. against his brother. No point in Mzama
weakening the apeman with his best and then
Grinning, Mzama stepped up to Tarzan. handing him gasping over to his brother to
“OK. Come on, apeman. They want some fun. finish off. Because, afterwards, after Bukawa
Now, let’s give them a show”.
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had given his all, Mzama would come back and Into Tarzan’s unsuspecting guts. A punch of
claim the apeman’s pain for his own. fury, a bony-knuckled fist, hammered in anger
into the middle of his gut. Instantly, his chest
Kwami stood by the side. He could see the power shot forward. His belly crumpled in under the
bulging in Mzama’s arms, he watched the snap of crippling fury of the force. His knees shot up,
muscle when his shoulder exploded forwards. He Tarzan doubled up in pain under the
heard with relish the smack of fist on resilient overwhelming power of Mzama’s punch. And
flesh. His eyes flashed with pleasure at the Tarzan’s roar exploded into Mzama’s chest.
grimace of effort on the apeman’s face. It took a
lot of effort to keep these punches out. How much
had the apeman got? How much could he take? ************
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What did the apeman have? Kwami’s heart leapt Uproar broke out. Those who had betted on
with every smack, with every shout of joy from the Mzama screamed in protest. “Foul!” Kwami
jeering crowd. His blood thumped in his ears at had ruled. His decision was final. That last
the excitement of his men, baying for the punch was a foul. Bukawa’s backers roared in
apeman’s cry, like hyenas salivating from their approval.
fangs at every shock in his face, cheering at each
unstoppable grunt of pain.
Mzama’s punch had made the apeman cry out
Tarzan felt a wave of heat with every punch. He in pain. So Mzama claimed he had won.
tightened in time, managing to match the force Tarzan’s body had collapsed into his attacker
that beat at his solid flesh. Knowing he had to and flooded the air with a shocked bellow of
keep up the strength to protect his insides. But his pain. He had crumpled in pained surprise
each punch demanded effort, tremendous effort. into Mzama’s chest. Jubilant, Mzama threw
The man landed a punishing fist with devastating him off and, beaming in astonishment himself,
force. It took all of his efforts to block out that raised his arms in victory at the hollering
strength. On Mzama’s signal, he held his breath, crowd. His eyes glaring back at his brother in
turned muscle to steel and called upon an iron exultant triumph. He’d won, won in the first
will. The slap of the fist jerked his body, round already. The apeman had offered up his
shockwaves juddered through his torso. A grunt pain. Before his brother could throw a single
smacked unstoppably into his throat. Long, punch.
ragged and tortured. Then Tarzan gasped out
noisily for air. Countless punches into his belly But Kwami ruled the contest was not finished,
button swamped him with the heat of his the competition went on. Mzama’s had thrown
struggles. Mzama was now well into it. His eyes an extra punch, it did not count. Bukawa
were glazed over, his body permanently hard with jigged in a taunting dance of triumph before his
tension between punches. Tarzan warily waited glaring brother. Mzama pushed him in the
for each moment when Mzama’s shoulder would chest, the other pushed him back. And again.
explode again. Tarzan’s breath between each And then they collapsed in each other arms,
blow came now in rapid noisy pants through an slapping each other’s back in their uproarious
open mouth. Till, on signal, he steeled himself laughter. Kids at play. The fight went on.
again. Mzama’s jaw was clenched. His whole
body rigid with hard intent muscle, his face set, “And for a punishment, Bukawa gets five extra
eyes stared fixedly determined at Tarzan’s belly blows!” announced Kwami laughing, holding up
button, his whole body rapt in smashing through the fingers of one hand. Mzama roared in
Tarzan’s defensive wall. mock protest. Kwami was enjoying this taste
of power. He had these men eating out of his
“Stop!” hand, everything he did, with every move
Kwami’s voice split the tension. Shocked Mzama against the apeman he had them begging him
span round. Angry surprise filled his face. for more in this game. Today, Kwami was their
“What?” he called. Angry at the interruption. leader, he was staking his claim to his
Kwami held up his empty hand. inheritance. After today, no one would
“Finished”, Kwami said. Mzama’s round was remember his defeat at the hands of the
finished. With a gasp, Tarzan relaxed. Round apeman. Kwami the victor they’d name him.
One done. Worthy to be chief! Thanks to the apeman’s
Mzama shouted out in protest, “What!” suffering in today’s deadly game.
“Finished, puny brother. Step aside”, taunted
Bukawa. Five extra blows! Bukawa pushed at his
“No!” protested Mzama. brother’s chest. Five penalty blows! Holding
“Step aside. Let a real man in!” mocked Bukawa. up his stretched hand, a grin all over his face,
“No!” roared Mzama. Bukawa danced around, mocking his brother
He span on his heels and furiously smacked a with his five fingers.
killer blow into Tarzan’s guts. ”Five extra blows”, he sang.
With the speed of an attacking snake,
Mzama’s arm snapped out, curled around his
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brother’s neck and jammed his head down by In face of his fresh adversary, Tarzan pulled
Mzama’s side. Before he could blink, Bukawa himself together. His head was still reeling
was bent double in a headlock, his brother’s fist from the shock of that punch that had gone
threatening to smash him in the face. But through. But already here was his next
Mzama’s face was creased in a big brotherly grin. attacker, observing him, his efforts to recover
An instant later, the two had their arms around under close scrutiny. Fresh, strong. Watching
each other, locking the other to his chest, hands him for weakness. Seeing how long it took to
slapping each other’s back and roaring with recover, judging how much he hurt. Pulling
laughter. himself up, Tarzan tightened his gnarled
Grinning, Mzama shook his head at his brother’s stomach and set his jaw in a defiant stare.
childishness. Would his little brother ever grow Bukawa nodded knowingly, showing he’d
up! Over to you “baby brother”, he thought, let’s seen. He’d seen it for himself. The apeman
see how the apeman stands up to you. hurt. Then he turned to the crowd.
Gesturing, Mzama stood aside. Your turn, lets’
see what my baby brother can do. “Stand back in amazement, brother”, Bukawa
jeered. “See what a real man can do!”
Tarzan was still struggling for air from Mzama’s Bukawa faced the crowd to take their cheers of
punch through into his guts. He’d relaxed at the encouragement. He raised his arms in manly
end of the round, he’d gratefully taken a breather bravado and showed off the strength in those
at the news that Mzama’s round had finished. shoulders. From behind, Tarzan took in the
He’d not seen the punch coming. A bitter punch sight of the broad back, the thickly muscled
flashing with Mzama’s annoyance. The fist shoulders that now would have their turn. And
landed solidly on his injured flesh. Mzama’s then, knowing the apeman’s eyes were
resounding smack shot deep into Tarzan’s watching the power in his back from behind,
unprepared gut. Hammered straight into his Bukawa bunched forward, he brought his
navel. Hammered in, belted deep within. The clenched fists together in front of his chest.
wind had been knocked out of him, his knees Seemingly performing to the cheering crowd,
threatened to sag. A thunderstrike that thudded he tensed, knotted his arms together, every
the wind from his guts. A body-blow that powered muscle in his back standing on edge. His
the air from his chest. Collapsing over Mzama’s classic pose to show off the strength in his
fist, Tarzan had doubled up as if the muscles of muscles, he’d done it for the girls many times.
his stomach were gripping hard at the fist buried His backers roared. From behind Tarzan
deep inside him. The fist pounded punishingly watched the menace of that power on display.
into his unprotected guts. His doubled-over torso Muscles in his attacker’s shoulders seeming to
emptied Tarzan’s lungs onto Mzama’s chest with burn with threat. The back seemed to be built
a roar. out of rock. Those ripped shoulders, that were
about to pound the shit out of him, heaved with
Ignoring the mock row and jubilation prancing malicious force. Deep furrows between
before him, Tarzan’s face was still twisting and muscles screamed of manly strength. Huge
contorting at the pain raging in his guts. The force biceps growled with male menace.
had got through. The fist had taken him
unawares. The hurt told Tarzan what he knew Bukawa’s backers roared their approval at their
already, that his stomach strength was not muscled champion and laughed taunting at
invincible. This man could pack a punch, his Mzama. The apeman had already taken one
brother too by the look of him. Mzama’s punch round of devastating blows. Mzama had kindly
had been backed by his anger and frustration, a softened him up for his brother. Many thanks
killer blow that had pummelled and weakened for that crippling foul punch! Now it was up to
Tarzan’s insides. His overhead arms were still their man Bukawa – just as strong, equally
tightening to fight the pain storming through his determined, a mountain of male-muscled
body, his hands bunched at the shockwaves perfection – who would strike out a deadly
shuddering through his tight-muscled physique. drumbeat on the apeman’s weakened
stomach, who’d beat ruthlessly at his reddened
And then, groping still for air, Tarzan saw Bukawa flesh. And then their hero Bukawa would claim
standing, watching him. Bukawa spotted the fresh the apeman’s prize.
twist of pain in the face. His attentive eyes were
taking in the straining effort in the stomach Bukawa turned. Without even looking Tarzan
pumping for fresh air. Deep-cut ridges pumping in the eye, he rested his left hand on Tarzan’s
strength-restoring breath back into the body. A chest, drew back his other arm. And
tight angular body, tight-muscled in its pain, a hammered home.
strong lean body that was showing the first signs
of a struggle. Twinges cutting across the Bukawa’s arm flashed in the sunlight.
apeman’s face with each heaving breath. The Lightening fast. His fist punched hard into
stomach muscle, sharp and defined as if carved in Tarzan’s stomach, just below the ribcage.
wood, was now colouring up red, contorted with Already Tarzan readied for the next. Bukawa
effort to ease the pain, coiled, corded pain. landed it - exactly on the same spot.
Workman-like, efficient. Tarzan grunted hard
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and controlled it. The air resounded with the thud go stiff as he glared at Tarzan twenty paces
of a solid fist against equally hard muscle. Tarzan away. His shoulders bulged and hardened to
gave a grunt, a grunt of effort, not one of pain. iron as his eyes glared.
Tarzan looked equally determined, he grunted, Jane shot her gaze back to Tarzan. His face
expelling the pain, not losing his wind. But the struggling with his pain looked worried.
next punch came there, too. Belted out into the Understanding seemed to be written large in
same spot again, just under the ribcage. Bukawa his eyes, then his body went taut. She saw his
leant his left hand on Tarzan’s chest and rammed arms pull tight on the rope, his chest harden,
another fist in. And again. Fast. Jabbed, hard, the stomach turn to rock.
crushing. Tarzan for a moment struggled to
breathe. In desperation when Bukawa turned She gasped when she realised.
away to the crowd, he gasped out loud to catch The attacker exploded. Like a broken spring,
his breath. Bukawa held up his out-stretched the man snapped. He launched himself at
hand, his extra five penalty blows. Many thanks, Tarzan. Arms pounding, legs pumping like
big brother! Five hammer-blows, five weakening fury, he sprinted between the lines of men.
body-blows. Devastating thunderbolts. Bukawa Like a charging muscled bull, he raced the
haughtily sauntered back down towards his twenty paces back to Tarzan. And smacked
brother, his hips rocking, shoulders tauntingly full tilt into Tarzan’s chest.
rolling, mocking his brother with his grin. Five
penalty blows. Thanks, big brother. The men Tarzan saw the brother charging. Fast as
parted in the middle letting him pass to go and lightning he conquered the dread. Feet bound
tease his “big brother. together, he rooted them firm into the earth.
His arms gripped with determination on the
Fighting to catch his breath, teeth clenched at the overhead rope for strength. His body
burn on his flesh, Tarzan watched Bukawa automatically stiffened to take the charge, his
shaking his teasing hand in front of Mzama’s face. stomach hardened to receive the blow.
Five extra penalty blows. Punishment for Bukawa was body-charging him.
Mzama’s mistake. The rest of the men laughed
good-naturedly at the fact that Mzama had given The pair collided with a collective “Ooff!”
his brothers five extra thumps. Tarzan grimaced Tarzan took Bukawa’s solid shoulder in the
at the ache in his belly from those five extra chest. The charging force hammered into
blows. The area over his belly button already Tarzan’s muscle-hardened torso with a
burned from the first round. Now the other one resounding thud. The impact sent them
had started to work on his upper stomach. Tarzan tumbling, Tarzan’s feet snapped back. The
knew he was strong there. Even at rest, his collision cracked like a tree snapped by
stomach always looked as if pythons squirmed in lightning. And Bukawa’s fist followed through.
his guts, straining against the tight flesh that kept The punch hammered up into Tarzan’s upper
them prisoner. But the impressive gnarled wall of gut. Like a thunderclap, up under the ribs.
protection had just taken a powerful battering. Fuelled by the force of the charge, powered by
Tarzan knew he was not invincible. It was only the speed of colliding bodies. The impact of
muscle. Pounded by solid bone. He’d felt the the charge and the force of the punch lifted
weakening impact of that one break-through. The Tarzan up in the air.
intensity of all the blows had been brutally
forceful, pitilessly hard. If more of them got A sharp shard from his stomach cut up his
through, they’d weaken him so much he’d never throat. The punch felt loaded with rock as it
manage to escape. The air had echoed to the met newly-solid muscle. His chest lifted on the
thud-like sounds of hard bare knuckles slamming force of the fist forcing him into the air. Pain
into seemingly impenetrable flesh. Seemingly shot to his eyes. Shock closed his throat. The
impenetrable, but it had hurt. It had cost effort. grunt of pain exploded in a snort through his
And, despite his resistance, the pounding of his nose. Tarzan slumped spluttering and gasping
belly still sent twinges of pain through his flesh as over his attacker’s shoulder.
he fought to catch his breath.
Bukawa broke loose, tossing the heaving
apeman off. To sounds of him coughing and
Jane watched this heartless mockery between the gasping behind, Bukawa backed away down
two brothers. While the pain in his stomach wrote the lines of men, soaking up their cheers.
itself on her man’s face. Yet about twenty paces Eyes scrutinising his victim closely as he
away, his two attackers joked and played with backed away, soaking up the messages of
each other, uncaring about the mindless suffering weakness at the impact of his charge and the
they were dishing out. And for what? For a weakening power of his shock punch.
game. For a bet. Bukawa’s face was lit with the triumph of his
Now the new attacker had turned and was facing attack. It had nearly worked. The charge
Tarzan. It was starting again. Standing between followed by the punch. Bukawa was glorying
two lines of men, he seemed to be working in the apeman’s face turned into a mask of
himself up. With increasing fear, she saw his jaw pain. He saw shocks shoot sharply through
set firm and prepare himself, she noticed his arms
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Tarzan’s body, the apeman could barely draw enough? She willed him to think, she willed
breath. him to understand.
But no, there he was again, struggling to raise
his head. Planting his feet firm on the earth,
Heaving in air, snorting breath in through nose readying himself for another charge. His
and gaping mouth, Tarzan watched his attacker stomach pounded for air. The red blotches
back away through bleary eyes. Mouth wide from their fists screamed back angrily, flashing
open, painfully sucking in air. He’d taken a winces of pain to his face. Jane wished him to
thunderous body-check from the heavy-muscled give in. Just take the next blow, shout out and
man. A tree-trunk of solid strength slammed into end it all. But the look growing in his face
his chest that would have flattened him without spelled defiance. Pride. Stubbornness. His
the rope. Then lightning fast, a hard thud into manly pride would not give in to this! She saw
shocked stomach muscle. The body-check had his jaw set to stand up to this barrage of pain.
shocked him, he’d let himself go. There been little
time to brace himself before his belly took the Give in, her heart shouted. Cry out. Just
belting in the guts. And it had hurt. It had really once. Out-smart them, she pleaded. But
hurt. The fist had nearly broken through. And Tarzan sucked in air, wincing at the jabs in his
now it hurt again, it hurt like hell. He’d managed belly, and painfully took on air to get himself
to protect his guts, instinct had flexed muscle. But back under control. Jane looked at his
he’d felt that give. He felt the strength there stomach. Powerful and etched, but pained and
weaken under the double-attack. And the next bright red from this horrendous abuse. She
time? Or the one after that? Another two dozen knew he was tough, he had nothing to prove.
to go. As he weakened, as his body reeled under She loved him, he did not have to prove
the force of those body-slams? Fist after fist himself to her. She knew it was astonishing
pummelling his guts. Smashing his insides. The that he accepted these punches. To protect
thought threatened to unnerve his resolve. her. But it didn’t make sense. He didn’t have
to prove himself. Not to these men. It was
Tears of pain blurred his vision as Tarzan heroic that he stood there readying himself
watched his attacker saunter slowly away with gritted teeth and tightened jaws. But
backwards, watching, scrutinising. Grinning from think! Her mind screamed at him. Desperately
ear to ear, triumphantly accepting slaps of she willed him to think, be rational, she willed
approval on his shoulders. And watching closely him to give himself up, to give in. Just one cry,
the pain course though Tarzan’s body. Tarzan did just cry out once. Is that such a terrible defeat,
not know how many more of those he could take. she pleaded with her eyes? Lose for now,
The pain did not fade. Gasping deep and slow, triumph later.
he doubted he could contain many more slams
and find the strength to protect his guts. He But she could see that Tarzan had eyes for
gasped out loud as his battered stomach painfully only one man. His attacker, standing at the
sucked in air. end of the lines again, wallowing in the others’
praise. Accepting a punch of approval in the
In horror Jane had eyes only for her man. He shoulder from his brother. Tarzan was on his
hung forward off the rope, head drooping between feet again, his chest rising and falling as he
his raised arms, eyes fixed warily on his attacker. filled himself with new life. As he strengthened
Face buried in his sweat-matted hair, she could himself with new determination. As the
still hear his desperate heaving for air. That attacker at the end of the line pumped himself
glorious body she had worshipped only hours ago up, filled his heavy-muscled chest, found the
was drenched in sweated pain. His shoulders will to hurt.
shook as he gagged for breath. Those tight What was it about men, Jane wondered in
muscle-wondrous mounds in his stomach that panicked exasperation? Couldn’t Tarzan see
she’d covered with her kisses pounded and the easy way out?
heaved. It was blotched and angry now, painted
fiery-red with his pain. On his bound legs, her ************
lover swayed, exhausted, coughing, spluttering.
Suffering to protect her. A game! An inhuman
game! Kwami was a monster. 11f
From the end of the line of Kwami’s men,
What was it about these men? What drove them Bukawa eyed the apeman with determination,
to hate so much? What was it between them and his own torso pumped up with muscular
Tarzan? resolve, quivering with trapped tension bursting
And what was it about Tarzan? What drove him to break free. Tarzan down at the other end
to stand up to them? Why? Could he not realise? could feel Bukawa’s sense of triumph, could
If he cried out only once, this bestial game would sense the taste of winning that pumped him
be over. One cry and it stopped. One cry of pain up. Tarzan feared just a few more mean-
and it was finished. Had he lost the ability to think minded body-crippling slams like that last one.
that out for himself? Or was he under so much It wasn’t the losing in to this man. It was the
pressure just to cope? Surely he’d suffered body-shattering damage he’d do on the way.
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And Tarzan would need his strength to help Jane
get away. But he could see Bukawa was Bukawa knew with supreme confidence, a few
confident victory was his. His every muscle was more charges like this and the apeman’s cry
primed to manful perfection, primed to unleash his would split the air. Bukawa would claim his
power, primed to spring into attack like a cheetah victory. The apeman would still be heaving for
pouncing on its prey. Fists bunched tight in front, breath and slobbering off the rope when
arms solid like ebony. Face written with Bukawa claimed his prize. He’d demand the
determination to make this count. Bukawa stared apeman’s woman. The sight of her wet from
back, he could sense the fear lifting off the the river had fuelled his loins. The sight of her
apeman as he tried to face down the dread of near-nakedness in that clinging shift was
another charge. A body-slam that would throw motivation indeed to be the first to beat a cry
him off-guard. And crumple under that guts- out of her man. Surely his efforts to crush the
winding power slamming deep into his stomach. apeman deserved such a reward. He’d beat
Smashing though his innards, crumpling him at the apeman. He’d beat his brother. He’d claim
the knees. Bukawa knew how impressive he the apeman’s woman. And gleefully he smiled
looked. He knew the ripped ridges of muscle on to himself, that was another one over on his
his shoulders spoke to the apeman of menace, brother! One he’d never match.
threatened him with painful defeat. The huge rigid
mounds of power surging and rippling within his Kwami almost jumped when Bukawa charged.
chest must be filling the apeman with fear. He Bukawa had stood there for some time, all
could see the futile stiffening of the apeman’s tension, all trapped power, all coiled muscle. A
body, hoping to block the power of his charge. silence had settled on the crowd like the
Bukawa knew he might be able to resist the force crackling in the air before lightning, a tense
of a few charges. But not the battering from moment of anticipation, the still before the
sustained attack. storm. Bukawa glaring his determination to
hurt down the lines of men at the apeman.
Staring the apeman down, Bukawa felt luck was And then he was gone. With a grunt of effort,
on his side. He had feared his brother would cry muscle sprang into action. A snapped spring.
foul at his body-slam. He had expected Mzama to He’d covered three steps already before
protest more forcefully to Kwami at the way he Kwami realised. Strong muscular thighs
had body-charged into the apeman. But Kwami powering him forward, the battering ram of his
had said “blows”, not punches. mighty shoulders raised, clenched fists
Indeed, Mzama was taken back in amazement at pumping by his sides, clearing the distance in
his brother’s ingenuity. He was taken by the a blur. A solid muscular thunderbolt. Face set,
sheer look of torture on the apeman’s face when body thundering in a determined stampede A
the upward punch lifted him in the air. Mzama solid mass of human muscle launching itself in
could see his brother was on a mission. Envy at a brawny attack at its defenceless victim. His
his brother’s imagination and fear that Bukawa feet thudded into the earth, a stampeding
was going to win mixed confusedly within him. rhino, all bulk, all muscle, all brawn. Bearing
But he had to admit, Bukawa had got it right. The down on the helpless apeman.
apeman could not take many of those. He And then Bukawa exploded. Suddenly, he
watched Bukawa staring down the line of Kwami’s cried out. He shouted out in shock and
men at his prize at the far end. The apeman tumbled sprawling in the dirt.
looked strong, he’d proved during his ordeals he
was tough. Standing tense waiting for the next Jane’s heart was in her mouth. The sight of
charge, his hard-muscled strength quivered this pounding mountain of muscle thundering
defined and defying. But Bukawa and Mzama towards her man. The malicious sound of his
had practised this kind of trial many times. feet thudding into the earth. And her fear at
Mzama knew how Bukawa could hurt. Bukawa the force that would smack into her lover’s
had tested Mzama to the limit many times. He chest – she could barely breathe.
knew what it took to resist the forces of his And then with that stampeding mountain of
brother’s force. And the apeman had no muscled power only steps away, she saw
defences. He could only stand there and take it. Tarzan snap. He pulled hard on his arms.
Till his legs gave way, till the strength in his Feet lifted off the ground, legs up high, knees
stomach gave in. Till those 6 mounds had their bent. And in the last second, he kicked out.
last strength pounded out of them and he cried Tarzan’s heels caught his attacker in the chest.
out with the hurt pounding through his guts. The force of the collision punched the charging
Mzama just hoped he had the strength and brother like a cracking thunderbolt in the chest.
determination to last out these body-slams till it The power of Tarzan’s kicking thighs smacked
was his next turn. But his heart was in his mouth. into Bukawa’s charge and sent him careening
It was the challenge of a lifetime to take this kind in the dirt. Over and over he sprawled, his cry
of punishment from Bukawa. All of a sudden, this splattered out of his chest. Charging muscle
round of Bukawa’s had become a big threat to rolled and somersaulted wildly, tumbling over
Mzama’s hope of winning. Keep it up, apeman, and over in the dirt. Flying into the legs of the
Mzama willed. Do everything you can. Show us watching men who collapsed crying out on top
everything you’ve got. of him. A pile of men crumpled, shouting in
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shock, landing on top of Tarzan’s sprawling only through his upper chest, his stomach
attacker. guarded, solid and ready.
The tension cracked like lightning. Suddenly He felt Bukawa back away a bit and his eyes
everyone was roaring with laughter. Even Jane in slide away. Down to Tarzan’s sucked-in
her terror found room to smile and gasp with stomach, tension-packed hard and wary. A
relief. The men on top of the attacker hooted with long slow glare that Bukawa focused on the
laughter and slapped their hands at the flailing target, front teeth clenched with the anger
Bukawa. Hysterical laughter filled the air. boiling in his blood. Tarzan could almost feel
Everyone was roaring at the apeman’s joke. the stare burning into his upper belly. Like hot
iron branding into his upper stomach where
Everyone was laughing but Bukawa, Jane saw Bukawa’s punches had slammed into him
his face. He forcefully shoved the men on top of earlier. His stare at this target, taut with
him off. Pushing men aside, he fought his head Tarzan’s apprehension, bulging with the
out of the sprawling teasing mass pinning him to apeman’s determination not to give into his
the ground. His ears burned at the mocking punishment, only served to inflame Bukawa
taunts, his heart seethed at the pointing hands. even more. Tarzan heard him breath in deep,
And Bukawa glared in hatred at Tarzan. A look of noisy and strong, his chest filling with potent
pure hatred. Pure intense rage. A look that said, fury, the shoulders swelled with pain-
now he’d take Tarzan apart, piece by piece. A threatening rage. In readiness, Tarzan held
look that signalled only unmitigated revenge. his breath a moment, flexed his muscle even
stronger, contracted there even harder.
Showing off what he had got, his only weapon.
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guarded and ready. Defiant - but secretly not
undaunted. Tarzan had before felt the power
11g of this man’s fist and he could feel the rage
Bukawa now stood less than a threatening arm’s radiating off his flesh, the fury that would fuel
length from Tarzan, still panting from his exertions the next punch. But Tarzan was going to be
at fending off Bukawa's charge. He approached no push-over, he signalled back. He’d give
aggressively, chest thrown out in anger, chin back all he’d got.
jutted forward, his hands balled into fists. Tarzan
could see the anger bulging in his shoulders and Bukawa’s first punch landed with destructive
tensed, expecting him to throw punches force. Tarzan’s hands clenched into fists with
straightaway. But long and hard Bukawa glared his efforts. Exertion shot a grunt to his throat.
into Tarzan’s face. A boiling rage sizzled beneath His eyes never flinching, Bukawa stared at that
the surface of his skin, Bukawa made no attempt crimson point just below the ribs. Tarzan saw
to control his temper. Bukawa was letting his the arm flash back in a blur. In time, he
anger rage in his guts, letting his fury power into stiffened as hard as he could. A loud smack of
his arms. He offered up his body to the rage solid knuckle on hard contracted muscle
arming him for the revenge that the apeman was clapped in the air. The force of the punch
due. His chest rose slow but hard, barely popped in Tarzan’s eyes. His body rocked
containing the temper boiling in his blood. under the force meeting his iron-tight
Tarzan’s glare did not back down. A battle raged resistance. Quickly Tarzan loudly sucked in
between them, a battle of muscle against muscle, air.
injured pride against determination not to give in.
Tarzan’s stare did not flinch, his glare did not wilt And then Bukawa smacked out another. Once
under the fury of Bukawa’s eyes. His whole body unleashed, his attack took on its own lease of
gave back the message, he was no push-over. life. Working both arms, muscled power
He give back as hard as he took, Tarzan knew the jabbed into the reddening flesh. Right fist first,
risks in this comeback but in his own anger and smacking hard into resisting tightness. Left
pride he glared defiantly back. hand next, solid and unrelenting, merciless
jabs. Alternating, blow after blow, pain gaining
So in retaliation, Bukawa got in his face. Right up in intensity. Jolt adding to jolt. Fury took him
close. Nose-to nose, so close Tarzan could feel over, revenge had Bukawa in its grip.
his hot angry breath burning on his own face. Slow, methodical, he laid into Tarzan. Slow
Fiery eyes smouldered into Tarzan’s stare. enough that Bukawa loaded maximum force
Without flinching from the glare, Tarzan sensed into each muscled punch. Not slow enough for
the heat sizzling off that muscled body taut with Tarzan to recover each time. Slowly and
rage, he felt Bukawa’s fury stinging at the sounds meticulously Bukawa tortured the gnarled
of his friends still mocking him from behind. He muscle with a long run of excruciating jabs.
felt it growing, pumping anger through the blood, Hard and powerful, he kept up the pace to
flooding Bukawa’s need to settle the score in that deprive the aching lungs of precious air. Every
anger-quivering muscle. Steeling himself, Tarzan blow precisely smacked onto hard etched
was all apprehension, wary, breathing in lightly muscle, at the same spot each time,
disciplined power concentrated behind each
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and every blow. Blistering strength and steely Tarzan’s pain. He had no idea why Bukawa
purpose behind each crippling fist. had unaccountably stopped. But thank god, he
had. He stared at the impressive mountain of
Tarzan burst out when the punching stopped, strength only a short arm’s length away. The
gasping loudly for air, rapidly gulping down wind. stomach lifting in and out, the muscles rippling
Probably only the chance of a second. Till he had at ease as he gathered his breath. A luxury
to be ready for the next. Each fist had landed with Tarzan could not afford for himself, waiting
crippling force in exactly the same spot. Sweat ever-tense, for that fist to jab out and hammer
painted his whole torso. He’d had to hold his maliciously into his guts. A niggling voice at
breath to deflect the power of the fists, he’d had to the back of his mind pointed out how relaxed
contain each sickening thud and fight to keep up the attacker looked and how much Tarzan was
his strength, yet unable to breathe between each hurting in his own stomach. Tarzan blocked
blow. He’d needed to grasp in breath, he’d out his doubts in fear his attacker might read
desperately needed to expel his air and double- the weakness in his mind. But he was not fully
over a bit to relieve the hurt. But the speed of recovered when he saw the signal. Bukawa
Bukawa’s attack had precluded that. No sooner was starting again. Swaying on strong legs
had one fist come out than the next had gone from side to side, building up his resolve, filling
smacking into struggling flesh. Till he stopped. his shoulders with his determination to hurt. A
Unaccountably Bukawa stopped. But before, it big knobbly fist rocking slowly before his chest.
had felt like Bukawa aimed to take Tarzan’s guts Threatening, warning. Promising.
apart, punch by crippling punch.
Then the forearm turned to stone, Bukawa’s
Over and over, his stomach had been pummelled. face hardened, grim with intent. The arm
He kept the pain out but at a cost. Now briefly, flashed, Tarzan quickly turned his stomach to
mouth wide open now, Tarzan heaved in much- rock. A split second before his own grunt of
needed strength with his air. He began to realise effort smacked in his throat, Tarzan heard that
he was in severe trouble. He’d not been able to loud slap of a fist striking his sweat, smacking
breathe, leaving him feeling weak. He was light- firm flesh tightly drawn over rock-hard solid
headed with lack of breath, much needed air to muscle. For the first time, Tarzan felt a shock
fend off the strength of those blows. He’d been of pain shuddering under the fist. His body
struggling to maintain the super-human strength shook with the impact, the punch exploded in
needed to fight back the devastation of this his head. The fist felt loaded with iron as it
unmitigated attack. If it had gone on a few blows connected with a solid thud. Tarzan felt for a
longer, the assault would have broken through, he shocked first time a give in the solid muscle
knew. His chest heaved up and down in massive wall. A fiery jab as the punch exploded on
gulps. All the time watching for it to start again, all well-bruised flesh. Bukawa’s slow methodical
the time poised to flex. Bukawa had allowed no rhythm was back. Each explosive punch came
weakness or shown mercy in his torturous attack. launched with Bukawa’s grunt of effort.
And he’d not show any again. Maximum effort, maximum force. Too fast for
Tarzan to recover, slow enough for Bukawa to
Bukawa had no idea how many punches he had give his all. His arm jabbed forward like the
thrown, he just kept up the punishing pace snap of a biting snake. His eyes fixed on
knowing the apeman would soon give in. But it Tarzan’s rigid muscle burning bright red,
had been at a cost. Sweat had flowed off his Bukawa got off another devastating pair of fists
shaved head. The sight of those mounds
reddening under his blows had blurred as his eyes Then, once, just once, his fist seemed to
stung. Using both hands, he swept the sweat disappear with a sickening thud. The
from his eyeballs with the heel of each burning apeman’s resistant-stiff body seemed to
hand. Then slowly, deliberately, he swept his tremble with pain. The punch had broken
hands back till they rested behind his head. down the wall, pain had crippled the muscled
Giving his victim full sight of the power-house that defence. His eyes popped with the shock.
had him under attack. He pushed the threat from Surprised at his success, Bukawa hesitated.
the strength in his shoulders deliberately into the He was breaking through. Encouraged, he
gaze of the trussed up apeman. Let him get a full- then readied all his strength, he briefly flexed
on view of his power-punching chest. Get an eye- his shoulders, they bulged into mountains, his
full apeman, this is what you’re gonna get! arm turned to iron. And then, fired with
Bukawa was aware of how relaxed his own pose malicious intent, tasting the chance of victory,
was. Showing off his power. And, by contrast, the Bukawa’s fist slammed out another killer blow
apeman only an arm’s length away. Tense, alert at the apeman’s gut.
for the next jab of his arm. On edge for the next
thunderstrike into his gut. Tarzan had sensed the danger. He’d felt the
weakness give in his muscle, Bukawa’s
surprised hesitation had given Tarzan a
And Tarzan was aware of Bukawa still observing chance. He gasped in much-needed air, he
closely, wiping the sweat from his eyes, getting concentrated all his strength into that one small
his breath, sizing up the impact, assessing part, he shot an iron wall out in defence.
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Tarzan could see from the muscles bulging on shaven head with his forearm. His armpit
Bukawa’s body pulling back the arm that Bukawa glistening with his effort. And then he slowly
had the stamina to sustain this pace. He could tell walked up to Tarzan. She saw him grab
from the strength of the punch that Bukawa could Tarzan by the chest, she saw a sudden look of
keep this up. Tarzan saw the arm flex into a exhausted pain cripple her lover’s face. A loud
mound of twisted veiny muscle gathering up its hiss of pain sucked in though clenched teeth.
strength and, quick as a flash, Tarzan steeled In fear for him, again she buried her face in her
himself against the devastation. The force of hands, wondering what else that murderous
Bukawa’s fist was all-powerful, the shock of the attacker might still do. But still curious, still
thwack inescapable. Tarzan’s chest shot forward fearful for him, peeking though her fingers, she
under the force. His back smacked backwards as saw the attacker pull Tarzan closer, lean him
it curled up under the blow. A body-crippling blow forwards on his bound feet. And then spoke
that sank into his belly.. His wind escaped sharp something into Tarzan’s ear. A few
and long, his knees softened, his eyes seemed to indistinguishable words that ignored the pained
pop. The punching stopped, the two of them expression creased across Tarzan’s face.
clung, chest-to-chest, clinched together like
twisted lovers. Tarzan rigid and shuddering with They were nose-to-nose again, Bukawa and
effort, trembling with pain, his stomach still Tarzan. Tarzan panted fast and heavy. His
wrapped around the punch, clutching at Bukawa’s face twisted at the pain. Bukawa murdered
fist. him with a long hard stare. But it was
Bukawa’s grip in his chest that had Tarzan
With a shove of the victorious on the fist buried in grimacing. Sucking in breath at the crushing
Tarzan’s stomach, with his other hand pushing pain. Underhand, Bukawa’s fingers had slid
Tarzan upright by the shoulder, Bukawa under the ridge of one of Tarzan’s chest
separated them and pulled his elbow back for a muscle and dug his claws in. His thumb dug in
second killer blow into the weakened gut. and squeezed into the top of Tarzan’s hefty
chest. And again Bukawa’s fingers dug in
harder under the chest muscle, dug in and
“Stop!” Kwami’s voice cut like a knife into Jane’s clenched at the solid flesh. Tight, hard.
distress. Clenching, crunching. Tarzan’s hissing in his
“That’s it”. ear bought a rush of excitement to Bukawa’s
Groans from the crowd. Bukawa had nearly done loins.
it. Encouraged, his fingers dug in harder, his
“Mzama’s turn!” Kwami called out. forearm turning to rock, an iron claw crunching
pain out of Tarzan’s chest. Exhausted from
Jane thought she heard a tinge of relief in the pummelling he’d taken, Tarzan sucked in
Kwami’s voice. Pleased Bukawa had run out of another pained hiss through gritted teeth.
time. He’d be sorry to see this punishment stop. Encouraged Bukawa’s fingernails gripped at
He was thrilled that time had robbed Bukawa of the other chest, crushing Tarzan in a vice-like
success. She trembled for her lover in his pain, grip. Screeching pain broke across both
about to face another punishing round. If only Tarzan’s chest muscles. Bukawa’s forearms
he’d see sense! She could see Tarzan was failing turned to iron, fingers clawed deep into
under this systematic battering from that attacker. Tarzan’s pain-shocked flesh, screeching in
Barely getting his breath, barely recovering exhausted pain, watching the apeman’s eyes
between each blow. She had prayed for him to screw into agonised slits. Panting out loud
give in. She tried to catch his eye and tell him to against the pain, Tarzan felt himself yanked
give up. But it would have only taken a few more forward on his feet. Jerked forwards by claws
blows from that brother, she thought. And then mauling at his chest. Tipped suddenly forward
mercifully all this punishment would have been all on bound feet into Bukawa’s fury-creased face.
over for her lover. But regrettably it was not to be. His body supported by the tension-claws
Tarzan had to face another round. With the next clenching in the chest. Painfully crushed in
brother refreshed and more determined than ever Bukawa’s talon-like grip. Tarzan’s face was
to win. She thought she clearly heard pleasure fighting searing pains in the once-proud solid
colouring Kwami’s voice. Because for Kwami this muscles of his chest. Bukawa’s eyes turned
torture would have to finish when Tarzan into those of a snarling leopard. He held
regrettably sang out his pain. He was in luck, Tarzan forward by the crippling clench in his
Tarzan’s torture went on. chest and pulled his victim’s ear against his
mouth. And growled his promise into Tarzan’s
But why, why-oh-why did Tarzan not give in? ear. Suddenly, Bukawa let him go, pushing
What did it cost him? And how much it would Tarzan hard away. Jane saw Tarzan fall
save him! Just one cry to save him from this forwards on his trapped feet, losing his
inhuman beating. She saw Tarzan’s attacker balance, swinging on his front off the rope.
snatch back the punch that was aiming for his
fiery-red midriff. Panting hard, recovering, getting Tarzan gasped out the pains from the talon-like
his breath, Tarzan groaned in aching relief. Jane clench on his chest as his legs fought to right
watched the attacker wipe the sweat off his himself . The stretch on his stomach ripped at
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tortured stomach muscle as he struggled with the they had not been brothers. To feel a fist
rope. Stabs shot up his clawed flesh, strain pounding on the gut, to feel the crunch, to
punched flashes of pain into his punished guts. sense the limit of pain. And yet still to be
Tarzan, pulled hard on the rope to right himself, rooting for the victim, the one you were
fought the bites of pain as he struggled to restore punishing, willing him to succeed. Never did
his balance. the two brothers feel so close.
And in his ears rang Bukawa’s malicious promise.
Spoken softly, just for them. Menacingly soft.
Spoken threateningly slow. But that intimacy was not reserved for the
“Don’t go away, apeman I’m gonna get you. I’ll apeman. With him it was something different.
be back”, he’d whispered. Mzama and his brother were not working the
“You’re mine”, he hissed with a guttural snarl. apeman over as partners. This was war. A
battle against each other, a fight for the
apeman’s pain. They were battling it out
************ against each other, competitive as ever. But
the ultimate goal was not to hear the apeman’s
one yell, in reality, it was to feel his pain.
11h Surprised at first by Kwami’s announcement,
Mzama knew all about being smacked in the guts. Mzama had not panicked when he’d been
He and his brother had tested each other for as called to take the first round of punches into
long as he could remember. First they done it to the apeman’s belly. He knew he himself could
get the girls. As a young man. he’d stand with his take fifty of his brother’s hardest punches. He
back to a tree, holding a bit of rope in his hands knew at his own cost how hard Bukawa hit.
round the tree. Conscious of the girls in the But the apeman was built well there too.
village watching and drooling over his near- Perhaps not as strong but they’d seen his
perfect, near-naked body. Subtly flexing, giving stomach take some knocks that day. He could
them his all. And then he’d let Bukawa hammer take it. Mzama reckoned he’d last out till
away at him. As hard as he could into his Mzama’s next turn came round again. But this
stomach. As many as Bukawa could give or until was it now, his second round, Mzama knew
Mzama crumpled to the earth. Which of course he’d have to go for it. He’d have to lay into the
he never did, not in front of the girls. Then they’d apeman, beat the living daylights out of him.
swap over. The girls in the village would watch on Because, if Mzama failed in this his second
mesmerised by this show of manly strength as his round, his brother would undoubtedly win. The
powerful shoulders gave his all and Bukawa apeman would not last out another round from
grunted back with his efforts. Getting the girls hot his brother. Certainly not if Bukawa came back
for them with this display of super-manful at him with the body charges. Or something
courage. worse.
And when the brothers challenged any of the Mzama would not get another try. This trussed
other boys to step up to the same test, suddenly up captive was remarkably strong, the apeman
the other boys like Kwami evaporated. No was tough, he’d proven that today. He had
wonder, the girls swooped on their bodies like come through these ordeals better than most
flies! men. But strength alone could not last forever.
The apeman was only flesh and bones.
More recently, the brothers had rather done it in Mzama knew he had to make this second
private. It was a kind of practice between each round count. It was make-or-break time with
other, a trial, a discipline. A test of their strength, the apeman.
seeing how much they could take. A mark of their
courage, to prove their worthiness. Their father The brothers always learned a lot from each
was the chief warrior for Kwami’s father. But the other, all their lives they had helped each other
chief was infirm, Kwami would soon take over and out in becoming the finest physical specimens
he’d want a new, a younger chief warrior. Both in the tribe. And again Mzama had just
brothers vied to carry on the family tradition. learned from his “baby-brother” something
new. A “blow” is not a “punch”. All the “blows”
Oddly, both brothers felt a peculiar intensity about were to land between ribs and crutch, Kwami’s
brothers smacking each other in the gut. It was rules had said. That attempt at body-slamming
strange to think that one brother inflicting pain on the apeman had mis-fired. Lucky for Mzama.
the other in that way could arouse feelings so Because the apeman would never have held
intimate. But afterwards the two of them felt very out. A barrage of combined body-slams and
close. So unbelievably close. Afterwards, punches from Bukawa would undoubtedly
sweating from their efforts, their stomachs burning have got through. Luckily Bukawa’s temper
with the power of the other’s punches, they’d hug had got the better of him. Instead of risking
each other in thanks. Supporting each other another kick of humiliation from the apeman,
against the other brother’s attack, encouraging the he’d punched relentless at his gut. And even
defender to withstand the pain of the attacking that too had nearly worked. But, from his
punch. Helping a brother to reach his limit - and “baby brother” Mzama had just learned, a blow
go beyond. It would have felt almost sexual, - if
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is not only a punch, there were more ways to hurt Smacked cruelly into hardened muscle below
the apeman that with just a punch. the navel. Tarzan tightened his stomach and
scrunched up his face with effort. Tarzan had
quickly learned that a tightening in the grip on
Tarzan noticed there was no banter from Mzama his shoulder signalled a kick was coming and
this time, no offer to set him up with Jane. He’d concentrated on contracting his muscles there.
not believed it the first time but this time there
seemed to be something different going on, Mzama was equally determined, he had to
Mzama was more workman-like, more earnest. finish the apeman off – before his brother’s
More distant, more determined. Mzama had next round. He was on a mission, he’d not be
watched the apeman closely during his brother’s denied, Tarzan was going to be his. The
attack. Like himself and his brother, the apeman apeman had put up a good fight, he was every
seemed to have super-human resilience in his bit as tough as Mzama and his brother. But
gut. The strength in his stomach stood corded, Mzama was confident the apeman had his
like six solid fists pushing outwards against the limits. Clenching his teeth, he set about to find
skin from the inside. With the eye of an expert, them. With gritted determination. Mzama
Mzama observed the deep cuts ran in-between twisted his body and slammed his knee hard
muscle, separating the mounds that swelled with into the flesh below the apeman’s belly button.
Tarzan’s pained breathing. Mzama had noticed His eyes never left his victim’s face, registering
with astonishment from the side how they strutted each bit of effort needed to resist, spotting
proudly out, stomach muscles pushing almost as each flash of pain. With sickening resolve, he
far out as the chest. It would take more than went to work on this hard-arsed muscled slab
ordinary punches to break those powerful hard of beef, with unrestrained ferocity. Harder and
muscles down in this one round. But Mzama had harder he kept slamming his knee into the
to do it in this round. Otherwise his brother would straining muscled gut.
take the challenge on. And undoubtedly win.
Mzama was grateful for his brother’s timely Tarzan was finding it increasingly hard to flex.
lesson. There were more ways for Mzama to hurt Knee thuds exploded like lightning strikes in
Tarzan than with just his fists. his belly. Force pounded like thunderbolts on
his flesh. His body was hard but this attack
Mzama stood close by his target, he made a fist of needed steel. It shuddered with every
his hand and pressed it against the hot rocks of sickening kick. Each thud drove the air up into
Tarzan’s stomach muscle. Pained and battered, his throat, the hardest kicks puffed out his
bruised, hurting now. Hot to the touch. Tarzan cheeks, exploded through tight-clenched lips.
automatically contracted expectantly but Mzama He was feeling dangerously light-headed from
threw no punch. Mzama pushed in and out holding his breath under the battering abuse.
repeatedly against the resistance, moving from Each knee-kick hurt successively more, each
one solid mound to the other. Feeling the one got a more pronounced grunt. Worryingly
resilience in each bulge strengthening against the Tarzan sensed his defences were slowly giving
knuckles of his fist. Muscled flesh straining way. Slowly but surely. And when they did
against the threat that pushed into the skin. give in, pain would erupt like an explosion.
Mzama pushed, feeling for weakness, listening Pain would smack into the backs of his as the
out for signs where Tarzan might hurt. Feeling for knee kicks devastated his insides. And
hot bruised skin, picking out weakened flesh. His Mzama would batter again and again,
fingers slid knowingly now over sweat-slicked smashing at his insides, crippling and
flesh, around bruised blotches turning bright red. weakening him until Mzama got his cry. A
Punches targeted here on this battered muscle hammer-blow into Tarzan’s lower stomach
would only increase the apeman’s suffering, only folded him as far forwards as the rope allowed.
weaken his resilience. Suddenly he feared there was a hole in his
stomach. His eyes popped, his innards hurt
Mzama nodded at Tarzan, his hands lifted and like hell. He sensed his attacker encouraged
grabbed at Tarzan’s strong rounded shoulders. through eyes red with his salty sweat.
And then with a quick sideways shift, his knee
snapped. Quick as a flash, the knee hammered Mzama spotted his chance. He believed that
into Tarzan’s navel. Tarzan had already the gut was the centre of every man’s strength.
contracted and tensed. But he was not ready for Mzama was sucking the apeman’s strength dry
a hard knee kick into his guts. He felt a hot shard in this brutal round of blows at the pit of his
of bile burst in his throat as Mzama drove his knee stomach. Changing hands, he wrapped a
hard into Tarzan’s loincloth. hand around Tarzan’s neck. Tarzan winced at
the sharp twist of the hand in the hair at the
Not expecting the power of a kick, Tarzan grunted back of his head. With the next kick, Mzama
guttural and hard. Mzama smiled that his first kick yanked down on Tarzan’s head, folding him
had wrung a massive groan from deep in the forwards. And jamming the apeman’s stomach
apeman’s throat. But, though surprised and a bit down into his pounding knee. Tarzan felt the
winded, Tarzan was far from being out of the fight. knee viciously smack into his stomach, felt
The next knee kick met equally strong resistance. himself lifted off the floor with the force, his
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back grunted up into the air under the thud from Bukawa had an arm around his brother,
the knee. consoling him. In genuine sympathy, not a
trace of rivalry now. Not even a single teasing
Mzama heard the pained grunt splatter against his smirk. He loved his brother, he’d given his
chest, he yanked the face back up. His heart best, it was just bad luck the apeman had
leapt at the grimace of pain on the apeman’s face, managed to last out that last punch. Mzama
the tear of pain streaked down his face. knew he was going to lose. His weak smile at
Tightening his grip on the back of the head, Bukawa said it all. And Bukawa knew he was
Mzama jammed the apeman’s head violently going to win, he’d have that apeman. He’d
down again, smacking his body down onto his promised this unconscious captive he’d be
own knee. Pounding with all his strength the knee back. And he was,. Fired up and ready for
up deep into the weakening gut. Tarzan’s back him.
lifted off Mzama’s chest with a sharp grunt as the
wind slammed out of his guts. The strength from his muscled brother
clutching Bukawa to his own powerful chest
Mzama got into his stride. He knew he was nearly betrayed Mzama’s reluctant admission. He’d
there. A few more and the apeman would yell out lost. It was just bad luck, he’d run out of time.
his pain. There was no longer so much resistance Bukawa had to admit to himself he’d had his
against his knee, each kick was hitting home, heart in his mouth. He looked over his
smashing through the apeman’s innards. Only a brother’s shoulder at the apeman. Blacked
matter of time. He gave the apeman’s face a out, collapsed on the rope, his bruised and
quick look. Eyes closed against pain, teeth beaten stomach vulnerably stretched by the
clenched at the burning in his guts, sweat hang. He stared looking at him exposed like
streaking down the face. Mzama fancied he could that, the muscle in his stomach protruding, the
almost hear the silent torturous scream that surrounding flesh defenceless. And an idea
begged for this punishment to stop, that begged slowly formed.
for mercy. The thought encouraged him. The gods had been truly kind to Bukawa. With
In one swift athletic move it happened. Mzama’s his eyes still taking in the stretched protruding
hand pulled back Tarzan’s head, arching the stomach, he saw again the way Mzama’s knee
apeman’s body now backwards, roped feet almost had thudded up into Tarzan’s gut, the way the
lifting off the ground in surprise. Mzama forced apeman had been lifted off the ground by the
his victim upwards, he arched Tarzan bent force of the kick, the “Oooff!” of air smashed
backwards and forced to open up his crimson- out of his bent-over stomach. Bukawa had
blotched belly. Mzama’s knee lifted, his body been convinced his brother had it. He’d been
twisted. Mzama’s powerful knee-kick, the twist of lucky that his brother had not squeezed that
his body, the stretch of Tarzan’s stomach all shout of pain out of the apeman. That pain
combined. They all met. The force of a had closed down the apeman’s throat so he
thunderbolt hit Tarzan in his up-stretched could call out. It had been perilously close.
stomach. The smack of a club rammed right Mzama’s knee was continuously breaking
through the muscled wall of his exposed stomach. through that wall of muscle, the apeman no
Pain jack-knifed him forward and smacked his longer had it in him. Not surprisingly, Mzama
forehead into Mzama’s skull. Wind splattered out had gone at him like a demented dog. It had
through Tarzan’s nose, a grunt of wind sprayed only been a matter of time, - and that was just
into Mzama’s face. Lights flashed inside Tarzan’s what Mzama didn’t have. He had had just one
head. Agony threw Tarzan forward, he crashed more pebble left when the apeman had
hard into his attacker and slumped with a grunt blacked out. Lucky for Bukawa, the pain from
over Mzama’s shoulder. that slam into his back-bent open guts had
been so intense it had shut off the apeman’s
Mzama pushed hard to shake off Tarzan’s weight. throat. Trapped his cry of pain in his throat.
The apeman was heavy, limp. He slid lifeless off The explosion of pain in the apeman’s head
Mzama’s shoulder. Mzama held him up by the had knocked him out. Pain driven him into
grip in Tarzan’s hair. Sweat wended its way down welcome unconsciousness.
the lifeless torso, painting his skin with silvery His brother still clutching Bukawa in a tight
highlights. Tarzan’s legs had crumpled, his knees clench, Bukawa’s eyes roamed over the
bent. Mzama let go the head. The apeman fell, apeman’s bruised and battered stomach. He
his stomach hung stretched and lifeless off the felt the idea taking shape in his head. It had
overhead rope. Tarzan had passed out. been lucky for Bukawa, really lucky that that
trapped cry did not end the game. Bukawa
gave his brother a friendly sympathetic slap
around the shoulder, it was just bad luck. But
now luck played no part in it, the apeman was
************ his, his for the taking. He’d promised the
apeman he’d be back.. It was his turn. The
apeman’s final round.
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Jane looked beyond the jubilant scene to her hung in screaming torment as waves of pain
lifeless man. Around her, warriors clucked in cut through stretched tortured muscle.
sympathy with the brother who had been brutally A couple of bowls of water were held to his
jarring his knee into Tarzan’s stomach. She had lips. Greedily he slurped on them, water
yelped out in horror at the ferocity of blows that slopped over his chest, trickling down his
had crumpled her lover up. She was speechless muscled front. Cooling his tormented flesh as
with terror when Tarzan’s body had been it hit the searing heat on his stomach.
smashed down into the path of the attacking knee.
Her eyes streaked with pain for him. Tarzan hung Bukawa took his time. The apeman was his,
unconscious beyond this crowd of jabbering there was no hurry. Before Kwami had
sympathising men. Slumped limp and lifeless off counted all his pebbles, the apeman would be
the rope. The powerful stomach that she had his. He would have yelled out his pain and
lovingly caressed hung red and battered. The handed Bukawa victory. Victory over his “big”
sculpted muscle she had covered with her kisses brother. He took another bowl and slopped it
was strained, stretched to the limit. She had over the apeman’s scalp. Greedily, his victim
loved the solid feel of those rows of solid muscle dropped his head back and let the cooling
under her finger tips, she had giggled at his waters wash over his face. Bukawa held his
hopeful face when her hands stroked at those hand out for another bowl. And let the water
lower mounds, her fingers flicking playfully at the trickle refreshingly over the apeman’s face.
bush of his hair. But that stomach now hung Almost tenderly he eased the hair off Tarzan’s
lifeless and tortured, his loincloth had slipped face, so Bukawa’s eyes could bathe in the pain
down revealing those lower muscles she’d cutting across the apeman’s exhausted
joyously played with. Teasing him with the hope features. But Bukawa wanted him revived. He
that her fingers would carry on further down. wanted an opponent who’d stand up to him, he
Brutally beaten, those glory mounds she had love. wanted a worthy victory, he wanted Tarzan
Burning crimson and bruised, those solid bulges putting up a fight. He wanted Tarzan to meet
her fingers had played over. It was the sweat of his downfall with strength, facing it with full
his pain that now played on his abused muscle, awareness. He wanted him to know Bukawa
his head hung limp, his face lost behind sweated was paying him back, punishing the apeman
lank hair, his body exhausted, that glorious torso who had kicked him in the dirt - Bukawa
viciously brutalised. These men were animals. wanted him to face with full consciousness the
punishing moment of his defeat.
Mzama knew he might just have done it. A few Considerately, Bukawa assisted Tarzan to his
more kicks. He’d felt the give in the stomach, he feet when he struggled to stand. Helpfully,
was nearly there. But he’d run out of luck. He’d Bukawa steadied the apeman as he swayed
missed his chance. The apeman had passed out on his bound feet. He held his victim firm by
with just one more kick to go. That one last blow. the hips till he seemed able to support his own
His killer-blow. But the apeman had passed out. weight. Then he demanded more water and
Mzama decided to pass on his final kick. No point himself assisted the apeman to quench his
in bringing the apeman round just for one final thirst.
blow. He conceded the round. It was Bukawa’s
turn. Probably the last round, the victory round. Tarzan shook his head to clear the cobwebs
Bukawa’s victory. Unless the apeman could pull from his mind, with mounting concern he knew
off a miracle. But looking at him now, battered, he should be studying his attacker, trying to
exhausted, every muscle in that famed strong piece together what this attentiveness meant.
body crippled and weak from the pounding he’d The man seem very assured, he seemed
had, Mzama was convinced there was little totally confident he was about to win. He was
chance of that. being almost tender, considerate. As if he was
regretting that it would soon be over. Tarzan
It took three bowls of water in his face before shook his head and tried to understand what
Tarzan came round. And when he did, the pain was happening next. The man might win this
hit him like a punch. Straight in the guts. Tarzan idiotic contest. That didn’t matter but Tarzan
crashed upwards from the dark soundless depths had his guts to protect. Before lasting damage
of his oblivion and broke through the noisy surface was done, before he was beaten to pulp and
of gut-wrenching pain. Taken unawares by the left crippled, unable to fight his way free and
shock, in an instant, he was groaning, his face help Jane escape.
creased with pain, head rolling with blood-curdling He could not suppress, though, the winces of
groans. Pain was waiting in ambush for him. pain that creased his face from the
Hanging collapsed off the rope, his battered belly bludgeoning he’d taken. A number of the knee
muscle was strained to the limit. Bruised and kicks had got through, sent violent shockwaves
battered flesh stretched on its rack shrieked out in through his body. Hard vicious thuds that had
agony. Yet he could not find the strength to push pounded at his innards leaving him aching and
in his knees and relieve the strain, his legs felt like hurt. That was the very reason he had to
water. Knees collapsed, stomach racked, he defend himself against this man holding him up
by the hips. More blows like those kicks and
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he’d be done for. His mind reeled with faintness, gritted his teeth, he’d taken powerful punches.
his stomach churned with burning aches. He But there was nothing to stop the release of
could not help showing weakness as his face that pain. The first aches grew to gnawing
scrunched up with residual pain cutting through pains; pains in his exposed muscle swelled
his legs. Or the nerve-wrenching burning in his quickly to burning agony. His face creased, his
stomach. He knew his guts were alight with his eyes turned to slits. Fighting to beat the
pain, he knew too they were in for another nagging torment that ground pain like broken
battering. glass into his elongated belly.
He saw Bukawa eying him closely, watching, He knew he had to toughen up, prepare
learning. Giving Tarzan chance to recover, to himself to face what was coming. He knew to
clear his head, to catch his breath, to find his turn his stomach to rock. He also knew it
second wind. And using the chance to watch how would be harder to contract. But there was
he hurt. Watching where to inflict the pain. He less strength after the beatings, but now there
seemed to be taking all the time in the world. was little contraction, stretched like this there
What was coming was his, no need to rush to was little ability to flex. And what strength he
claim his prize. And then Tarzan noticed the had was battered and weakened. Stretched
hush. The other men were waiting in complete his every stomach muscle protruded. No
silence. Some with arms crossed over their longer proud and tough, a sight to arouse envy
strong chests, others with hands dropped by their in men, to bring out love and tenderness in
muscled legs. But watching in rapt silence, the Jane. Crimson-red, anger-blotched, viciously
jeering had gone, the rowdiness was no more. beaten and abused, horribly bruised. And now
They stood in spellbound attentiveness, waiting. vulnerably stretched. The kicks had focused
Watching and waiting for the ultimate moment. It their attack on his lower gut. Their destructive
was almost religious, mystical, a sense of awe at power had driven in with such brutality that
the victory to come. At the demoralising, some had penetrated through to the pit of his
overwhelming beating for him. Waiting to catch stomach. These weakened muscles hung
Tarzan’s cry in his moment of torment. The stretched and defenceless. Burning waves of
moment when Bukawa would beat that promised pain rolled over his sculpted guts. What before
cry out of his tortured chest. had seemed impenetrable was stretched and
vulnerable. Battered and weakened. Aching
Tarzan glanced at Jane. Brought forward, next to and burning. The pythons of corded muscle
Kwami to get a good view. To watch that final that his tight skin had held prisoner now waited
moment of Tarzan’s defeat. Her eyes streaked limp and helpless for Bukawa’s killer blows.
with her tears, her glorious hair matted against her Helpless, defenceless and inviting. Tarzan
face, her hand pressed to her mouth, teeth biting was susceptibly open, totally exposed, fearfully
her soft lips. In fear for her man. The only one vulnerable.
here who did not wish to see his hurt.
And Kwami. Tarzan saw the look of exultation in
his eyes. His gaze taking in Tarzan, exhaustion- 11j
personified, struggling on his feet under the rope. Bukawa stood chest-to-chest with his apeman
His satisfaction at the fiery-red battering in foe. Tarzan’s feet were hardly off the earth,
Tarzan’s stomach, the once-invincible muscle though despite his straining his toes could not
pounded and near-broken. Kwami burned like a make contact. They stood face-to-face, strong
rabid wildcat to see this prey finished off. muscular looks, men aggressively sizing up a
bitter rival. Tarzan knew he was weak and
Bukawa decided it was time. His eyes roamed a exhausted but there was no way he was going
final time over that struggling torso hung up to test to give in to this kind of scrutiny of his resolve.
his resolve. They took in the blotches on top of He returned the look with equal intensity, long
blotches, the bruises layering on top of bruises, forceful stares exploring the other’s
the colouring of crimson and blue. Then ready, determination. Deep searching looks intent on
with a nod, Bukawa gestured to two friends. As judging what each one had. All expression
agreed, they hauled on the rope. Tarzan looked focused solely in the eyes. The eyes probing
up, he’d felt the rope tied to his wrists tighten. His deep into each other’s core. Probing,
heart sank. In a moment, the slack in his arms questioning. There was no sign of threat in
was gone, then his chest was being pulled up. A Bukawa’s face, no anger, no malice. Just
moment later, he was at full stretch. And then his determination and obsessive exploration. And
feet left the floor. the frightening look on a man’s face who is
telling his rival he has won. He has got the
Instantly, he moaned at the pull. Taut and other beat. And, under the bravado, under the
elongated, battered and bruised, his pulverised apeman’s stare, Bukawa sensed he read
belly was pulled tight on the rack, his damaged wariness on the sweating face that stared back
muscle stretched to the limit. And it released its into his. He turned slightly sideways and
gut-wrenching pain. He knew not to show it. smiled kindly at his brother. A slight bow, a
Tarzan knew not to give them that satisfaction. nod of the head. In acknowledgement of
But there was nothing for it. He was tough, he’d Mzama’s efforts, it had just been his bad luck.
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He’d nearly won but time had not been on his performing to Tarzan to impress, to intimidate
side. Bad luck, brother, now the apeman is mine. him with the power that their muscled bodies
Thanking Mzama for the punishment he had that were about to unleash. About to let rip on
dished out, grateful for his role in giving Bukawa him. While he was hung tied-up. All this
this prize. Mzama nodded back with a generous precisely because he was tied-up, defenceless
smile, conceding defeat. Over to you, baby and aching.
brother. He was impressed by their build. Straining off
the rope, mouth set hard into the grinding
Bukawa signalled to his brother to approach. aches that tore his guts apart inside, Tarzan
Mzama frowned in uncertainty, shook his head in could not fail to be impressed by this display of
decline, But, gestured again, he came forward raw male power. No one could fail to be over-
and joined Bukawa. Without a word, Bukawa awed by these stomachs that turned to perfect
broke into a flex, grinning all over his face. He six blocks of jutting rock. Glistening in the sun
jabbed his arms up and showed off the force in his with their proud effort. But with a surge of
bulging strength. Mzama extended his hand and resilience building in his spirit, Tarzan knew he
squeezed at the solid arm muscle. Pursing his was not impressed with them as men. They
lips in a mock whistle, a grinning and admiring were tools, weapons, empty muscle-heads. As
Mzama showed his approval. Then Mzama such, as Kwami’s muscle and henchmen, they
returned the favour. Up went his arms, his could astound. This is what they lived for,
shoulders turned to stone. With grins beaming in these muscle-freaks. They had muscles but
their faces, the men turned to their victim and nothing else. Tarzan knew they could
gave him a show. intimidate. But there was nothing in them to
respect. And as such, he felt a resurgence of
Tarzan hung there, his feet just off the ground, the determination not to give into their stupid
whole of his stomach hurting with grinding aches game. They’d have to take him, he’d give
gnawing deep into his guts. Mzama’s knee kicks them nothing. He’d fight them every bit of the
had pounded and smashed at him inside. Now way.
the brothers were torturing him again, leaving him They had done what they had to him –
hanging, his muscles groaning, his strength tested because he was tied up and helpless. The
to the limit while they put on a show. Their show power in those shoulders jutted out like carved
to remind him of what had beaten him. A display with a knife edge. But they’d beaten him
of the collective power that was turning his nearly senseless only because he could not
invincible strength into mewling mush. They were reply. They’d tied him up so he was unable to
mocking him, these bastards. He’d put up a fight, retaliate, only then did their courage bulge on
a fight against the odds. He’d taken more than their muscles. And then, when he could not
most. But he taken it like the best. respond, they had beaten him black-and-blue.
And now these kinsmen of Kwami dared mock his Free him – and these over-muscled cowards
efforts with a display of the power they had would run a mile. Just one step behind Kwami.
unfairly thrown at him. Free of these bonds, he Impressive bodies. Not remarkable men. He
would take them apart. Pure anger raced through wondered, if the case was reversed, if they
Tarzan’s veins, pure fury shot through his battered could take the same as he had.
guts. But they would not, they dared not, they
feared to take him on as a freed man. Tarzan felt Suddenly the show was over. Tarzan readied
his will strengthening, his determination gaining himself. Expecting the final thumping that
muscle just as he watched this parade of mock would give Bukawa the prize. To his surprise,
manliness and power. Yes, they were powerfully Bukawa gestured to his brother. And, hand
built, yes, they looked like male perfection. But extended to their captive, Bukawa backed off.
they were torturers, they were just Kwami’s tools. He was handing Tarzan over to Mzama. A
They’d managed this beating because they’d got finger pointing upwards. One. One punch.
him tied up. But he’d not let them get away with it, Bukawa was giving Mzama one final punch.
some day he’d give it back, whatever it took.
Bukawa smiled at his brother. Lovingly.
Tarzan looked at them with disdain, two preening Mzama had nearly won their contest. Luckily
apes, two men whose minds were so full of their for Bukawa, the apeman had passed out. And
muscled bodies that they counted for nothing. Mzama had had one more blow coming to him.
Empty muscle-heads. Kwami’s torturers, waiting Mzama now had passed on that one final
to take their next orders from this weak son of punch. He had conceded victory to his “baby
their chief. Posing, arms out in front, shoulders brother”. And out of brotherly love, Bukawa
rounded and turning to mountains of strength, was giving him back that chance. Mzama
backs roaring with bulging muscle. As if muscle could have the first of Bukawa’s round. He
made up for spirit. As if muscle turned them into could have one punch. With one devastating
men. As if these mindless meaningless muscle- blow, he could claim the apeman as his win.
heads counted for anything. They were muscle Mzama, his beloved “big brother”, had one
machines, nothing but brawn. Kwami’s tools, punch to prove he could do it. He had one
Kwami’s mindless henchmen. They were punch to rip that cry out of the apeman’s guts.
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statue of carved rock, raw male intimidation,
Mzama stood before apeman. What a chance! burning with naked ambition for this one last
And Mzama grinned. He grinned at his victim. A chance. Trembling lightly with a will to hurt, to
grin that started kindly. Welcome back, old friend! beat out one single cry out of the apeman and
But gradually the grin hardened. A coldness claim his prize. Raw naked ambition, raw male
came into the eyes in the face above the tightly power.
drawn mouth. A look that spoke of determination.
A look that bore deep into Tarzan’s soul. A gaze Mzama’s eyes had shot down to his target, the
that probed and grabbed to find Tarzan’s battered navel now long, fully stretched. He
weaknesses, that searched to know where Tarzan roamed with his eyes over Tarzan’s guts,
hurt. caved-in by the hang of the rope, his once-
invincible muscles protruding but now red and
Hanging helpless and vulnerable, his stomach so flaring, painful, elongated, protracted. His
stretched so it was hard to strengthen the muscle victim wide open for this one punch, this punch
in his stomach, Tarzan returned the glare. His of a lifetime, throwing behind this one massive
anger undimmed, his disdain for these empty thud as much punishment as Mzama could
muscle-hunks still as strong. The man who had wield. What before had been tough and
promised he could lie with Jane if only he lasted impenetrable, Mzama could now see hung
out, that man was back. For one final blow. For battered and hurting. The spectacular ridges
one final punch that would prove he was the of muscle hung flattened, the deep cleavages
better man. Tarzan could feel the resolve building extended and strained. And painted with the
in Mzama’s mind, Tarzan sensed the fearsome crimson stress of the apeman’s pain. Coloured
determination pumping into his veins. by the blue-black agony of his weakness.
Once-dense muscle-mounds hung still in
Mzama crouched before him. One arm pulled marvellous symmetry but stretched,
back, his eyes fixed on Tarzan’s stomach, unprotected, helpless victims. Awaiting
visualising. Feeling in his mind the crack of his Mzama’s pitiless onslaught.
muscle as he drove his arm forward. Seeing in Then, like a cheetah into the attack, Mzama’s
his mind’s eye the blur of his knuckles as they elbow shot back and pounded Tarzan in the
whizzed through the air. Hearing the resounding navel. One lightning-fast, rock-hard-muscled
slap of his bony hand as it smashed into straining devastating smack into Tarzan’s belly button.
extended muscle. Feeling that futile resistance A snap of crippling destruction.
give, sensing that pulverised muscle break.
Hearing his punch smacking through into Though completely prepared, though tense
punished flesh, sensing it smash into softened and straining for this one snap-second, Tarzan
muscle and devastate aching organs. Hearing whooshed out air as the punch sank deep into
Tarzan’s world explode in a volcano of pain. his belly. His feet shot forward, his stomach
collapsed, a blur of wind snorted from his nose.
Yet Tarzan – intently watching that mountain of His head reeled, his guts were on fire. His
solid power, tensing as best he could in face of chest burst, an explosion ripped up from his
that muscled determination, concentrating all his guts.
strength in his guts, focussing his willpower But Tarzan did not give up his pain. His legs
against the rawness of this naked male threat – swung wildly, stabs of pain yanked in his arms.
Tarzan knew, if it was the last thing he did, he’d Daggers knifed at his armpit with the ferocity of
not give way to this man. He didn’t bother to his swing. A cry of pain flooded his chest. It
understand the strength of his feelings. To this tore up his throat, ripping painfully all aside.
man, he’d simply not give in. His eyes pooped, the cry roared in his head.
But Tarzan would not give this bastard his
Mzama crouched forward, all tension, all manly pain. And soaring high in his heart, Tarzan
power. All aggression and threat. In all the world, roared out his victory cry.
for him, there was only a small stretch of
butchered muscle before his eyes. In the centre
of his universe, the apeman’s belly button. 11k
Straining and stretched, elongated by the rope.
The weakest point. Mzama breathed long and Bukawa’s eyes scrutinised the stretched body
slow. The blood in his ears beat rhythmically, his again for every sign of pain, finding where the
whole body in his charge, his pounding strength apeman hurt. He took in the angry red marks
strongly under control. All his body, all his under the ribs. With time they would ease, the
muscle-power, all the strength of his will flooded swelling would fade. His eyes stroked over the
his shoulders, pumped determination into his bruising in the middle of the belly, angry and
arms. All his ambition in this world was centred swollen. Given rest, the soreness would
on this one clenched fist. diminish. But Bukawa planned a final assault
of such ferocity that the scorches in his
Mzama had signalled the intent. He had memory would last a lifetime. The memory of
swaggered over to stand face on and intimidate the pain, the memory of defeat. Of course,
his victim. He stood, a quivering determined Bukawa said to himself, the apeman did not
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have much lifetime to recover. Nor would he have Down further to the muscle the loincloth before
the chance of rest. He had little left of his had covered. Hot, crimson-red. Fiery-red from
miserable life. But he’d take to his agonising end Mzama’s kicks. Greasy with the sweat of the
Bukawa’s gift of pain. apeman’s burning pain. Bukawa pressed hard.
He dug thumb tips in hard, deep. He felt the
Mzama had had to concede, his one punch had apeman tense for another attack. But his
not forced the apeman to give him his victory. thumbs just kept gouging, poking. His palms
That was Bukawa’s destiny now. The suspended sweated under the heat from his brother’s
victim’s loincloth had slipped down off the knee-kicks. Hearing in his head the sweet
stretched waist. Curious, Bukawa eased the low- music of his victim’s pain. Pushing in, gouging,
slung covering further down. The muscle came twisting in the thumb, feeling the apeman’s
revealed. Swollen and crimson from Mzama’s weakened muscle struggle to push back.
kicks. Weak and devastated. This apeman was
his! Another pair of agonised muscled mounds. And then Bukawa’s eyes lifted to Tarzan’s.
Bukawa’s hands edged the covering down further And the mouth split in an evil grin. He knew,
till the hair appeared, revealing the whole tapestry he’d felt the weakness under his fingers. His
of battered flesh. He slid the back of his hand fingertips still played shamingly in the
against the hot damaged muscle, his finger tips apeman’s thick bush of coarse hair. Fingers
tickling mockingly in the thick bush of hair. tickled tauntingly over the sweated skin,
Strength once so muscular, once so tough. The Bukawa’s slitted eyes telling his victim he knew
apeman, once so proud, now longer gave up a the apeman could not fight back. He was
growl of protest at the torturer’s hand fingering in done-in, he did not have it in him any more.
his privacy. Done-in. Shattered, beaten into He was beaten.
shameful submission to his prying hand. Without Then Bukawa held up a knotted fist before
doubt, the apeman was his. And Bukawa would Tarzan’s face. Warning him, promising him.
soon finish him off. But first Bukawa allowed The object of Tarzan’s fear, Bukawa’s killer
himself time to relish the prize. The back of his weapon. Bukawa lowered it, pressed it to the
hand grew hot in the heat of battered muscle. burning bruising under Tarzan’s ribs,
That ravaged stomach, he knew, would never signalling. Then giving Tarzan all the time to
take what Bukawa had in mind. prepare, letting him try and contract, he slowly
pulled back his arm. He held it, waiting.
Bukawa’s hands slid up above the belly button. Letting Tarzan summon up the strength of his
He opened them flat out on Tarzan’s stomach. defensive wall. And, with a nod into Tarzan’s
Muscle protruded out of the sunken stomach. face, signalling it was coming, with the full
Lengthened, flattened, their battered strength force of every muscle in his back, Bukawa’s fist
over-tested by the rack of the apeman’s rammed home. He rammed it in hard. His
suspension. Bukawa felt the apeman go stiff punch slammed mercilessly up into Tarzan’s
under his touch - as best he could – Tarzan’s stomach.
stretched muscle straining, warding off his
attacker’s hands. But not enough, not for what Tarzan exploded backwards, his navel broke
Bukawa had in mind. Palms flat on the sweat- under the force of the punch, his back swung
slicked skin, Tarzan felt the thumbs press on a up, the wind in his stomach bursting out though
pair of ridged muscle standing out from his caved- his nose. Air whooshed as the fist sank into
in stomach. Bukawa’s thumbs pressed in again, his belly. Tears popped down his check as his
this time hard, fingertips dug in deep, Tarzan eyes bulged. He felt it, Tarzan felt his
found some resistance to pump into the muscle. resistance collapse. Acid bile scorched in his
Then the thumbs turned to iron, steely fingers throat. He felt his stomach give. But stubborn
joined them into a claw. A tight clenched hand pride kept his throat tight closed. Head down
squeezed and gouged into battered muscle. A to crush the pain erupting in his throat, Tarzan
clenching claw that crushed into the burning swung wildly on the rope of pain, his snorts
battered lump of once–inviolable muscle. Tarzan and grunts painting the overhead sky.
fought the crunch, clenched his teeth.
Bukawa had felt it too, that give in the guts. He
Down to the next pair the out-stretched palms struggled with his impatience to lash out again,
slicked over sweated flesh. The thumbs pressed he crushed in his guts that wild lust to thrash
again. Pressed into muscle, dark, purple, livid away at this flesh. He ached to savour his
with Tarzan’s pain, bruised from crippling victory but, battling with his impetuous
punishment. Tarzan tensely waited for the claw- eagerness, Bukawa let the apeman gasp out
hold again, contracting as best he could with for the air that Bukawa had just punched out of
weakened battered muscle stretched by the him. He let the apeman swing in his pain and
tightness of his hang. And the solid thumbs dug weakness. He let the full impact of the punch
in hard, the fingers clawed in harder. Tarzan’s sink in. The thud on flesh, the slap in the air,
teeth clenched tight, his trussed up hands balled the force of wind bursting through his chest,
into fists. Till Tarzan was forced to give up a the realisation that the punch had broken
messy guttural painful grunt. through. Bukawa let it all sink in, he left the
apeman to work out for himself what it meant.
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Bukawa craved to punch the life out of the man Pushing into the weakened flesh his brother
who had humiliated him, who had kicked him and had battered. This next punch was Bukawa’s
sent him sprawling in the dirt. But he calmed tribute to his brother’s fight. His brother had
himself, claiming the greater prize. Bukawa held not managed to finish the apeman off, - though
his apeman by the hips, eased his swaying, he had been perilously close. This fist to the
through his hands he felt the waves of realisation navel where Mzama’s efforts had nearly won, -
pass through the apeman’s torso as he groaned this was Bukawa’s tribute to his beloved “big
and fought inescapable pain. Bukawa too fought, brother”. All around him, behind, there was
he battled with his zeal to finish the apeman off as silence, expectant, rapt. Watching his every
he still struggled to regain his breath. The move like a sign from the gods. Rhythmically
apeman temptingly weakened and failing in his pressing into Tarzan’s pulverised lower
hands. Bukawa breathed in deep, taking charge muscle, Bukawa thought he heard a squishing
of his impatience, watching closely. Around, he sound deep in the guts as his knuckles
heard the reverential silence of Kwami’s men pressed at the battered flesh. He looked round
watching. In awe of this display. Masterfully one last time to his brother. This one is for
Bukawa grappled with his impatience. Fully in you, his eyes signalled with a smile. This man
charge of this scene, he let the apeman become is finished. With you, my brother, we have
aware of his pain, left him to realise his weakness, finished the apeman off!
letting him catch his breath.
Tarzan could do nothing. He hung, balling his
hands into fists at the aching hurts that seized
his body. Waves of heat washed up his body,
11l torrents of fire ran flushing through his head.
Slowly, all-too painfully slowly, Tarzan felt the He knew where Bukawa’s next punch was
agony ease. His stomach was on fire, his coming. And he knew how much he already
stretched and suspended guts ached unbelievably hurt. As if in proof a sudden judder came out
from that one punch. All at once, drifting back to of nowhere and shook his body with sharp
his pained reality, he became aware of the eerie painful tremblings. The stretch made it near
silence around, rapt wonder at the promise of his impossible to guard his guts, even if he still
imminent collapse. Waiting in silent patience for found the strength. A severe pummelling to his
the thunder-clap of his defeat. Reverential. He guts could maim him so he could not take the
and Bukawa stood at the centre of a universe that chance to escape.
was being viewed with on-lookers who were
almost reverential. He knew he could not take Tarzan was in two minds. At the arrogance of
what was coming. Stretched like this, weakened this attacker he was tempted to set his
there under this barrage of strong and determined determination to steel and refuse to give in, -
punches, what strength he had found had given as long and as best he could. Bukawa’s eyes
way under the ferocity of that one fist. Through burned into his own, seeking out every sign of
eyes reddened with Tarzan’s sweat, Bukawa’s weakness, finding a wince, an escaping
face drifted into his vision. Standing there twinge. Taunting him, Bukawa had let his
watching him. Calm, in charge, in no hurry. The hand slip over Tarzan’s lower stomach, again a
apeman was his! finger stroked in the bush of his hair still just
covered by his loincloth. A mocking leer
It was written all over Bukawa’s face, Tarzan playing on his lips. Tarzan resisted the
could see that. The knowledge that Tarzan was temptation to give into the growl at this
going to hurt. Massively. The calm assurance indignity. He had to ready himself for the blow
was written over every gesture that Tarzan was that was promised for his lower gut.
about to break. In unbearable pain and Because on the other hand, if there was to be
indescribable suffering. Victory was going to be any chance of helping himself and Jane to
his. But just as important, Bukawa had come escape, he had to keep himself intact. The
back for revenge. He meant to hurt, perhaps way this one had gone at him before, beating
wishing to kill, certainly he looked as if he meant insanely at Tarzan’s gut when he still had the
to maim. Tarzan read the confidence in his face, strength to resist. If he did that now, there was
Bukawa was going to humiliate him, work him no way Tarzan and Jane would walk out of this
over. Once and for all. Finally. And this crippling alive. Tarzan would be crippled. Severely
destruction of Tarzan’s body was all part of damaged inside. A human wreck.
Kwami’s plan.
Earlier it had been a battle, they had glared at
Bukawa was watching his helpless victim reel. each other in a war of muscle. In an unequal
This final beating was to be a lesson. A lesson fight they had slogged it out. But Tarzan had
that would change the apeman’s attitudes. still had a chance. Hard bare knuckles waging
Change them forever. Or for as long as he had war on flexed muscle, the flash of bulging
left. Which would not be long. Above all, shoulders against a solid resistant wall. But
Bukawa was going to teach this apeman respect. the odds had worsened. It was now the armed
He signalled the next attack. Pressing his fist into predator against a fatally wounded prey. The
the knee-kicked damage under the navel. chances of coming out of this intact were slim.
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Bukawa just hoped the apeman was hard
Tarzan concentrated what strength he had, enough, resilient enough. He will the apeman
targeted it there despite the aching strain of the still to have it in him. For him to be stubborn
hang. Yet not one muscle in his famed physique enough to take it. Bukawa was certain the
did not throb with its own message of vulnerability. apeman would normally put up a tough fight.
Hanging, stretched, his body in shock, convulsing Bukawa just hoped he still had something in
unexpectedly with stabbing pains, tremblings him.
shaking his arms. With his every struggling
breath, his suspension reminded him of the With no threat or warning, Bukawa let rip. He
weakening punishment his stomach had taken. hammered the apeman’s gut with a single
Yet he had to defend himself. He just had to try. punch of vengeance. He unleashed his pent-
If he hoped for any chance of escape, if he hoped up impatience with all the power he had. One
to rescue Jane, he had to defend his innards body-crunching blow, thrown with all his force.
against being pulverised and smashed. He In tribute to his loving brother. His elbow
baulked at the idea of giving in to this cocky snapped. That earlier mockery in the dirt
arrogance. And yet he could not risk being ringing in his ears, his arm snapped in one
crippled. As if to remind him, another lost stab of muscle-crippling blow at the lower gut. The
pain shuddered through his innards. His heart punch exploded from Bukawa’s arm with a
racing with the conflict, his pulse thudding in massive grunt. The apeman’s eyes nearly
dread of the beating starting again, Tarzan fought popped out of his head, the power of the punch
to retrieve his strength, he turned willpower into jammed closed his throat. The apeman’s
muscle and pumped resilience into his open knees kicked up when pain jack-knifed him up
stretched stomach. Otherwise, whatever came in the air. A snort of shock erupted when
next, he knew it would be excruciating. And gravity dropped his legs, a grunt exploded from
maiming. his throat when the fall fiercely jarred at his
tortured stomach. But the apeman did not cry
Bukawa listened enrapt to the music of the out. He had not given up. Bukawa’s heart
apeman’s pain. In his ears, it sang in tribute to his leapt in relief. From somewhere deep within,
win. He’d feared that perhaps the apeman might Tarzan had found the strength. Or perhaps it
not take any more, that a punch into Tarzan’s was just bloody-minded stubbornness, refusing
lower gut might finish him off. He had feared that to give Bukawa his win. Tarzan swung wildly,
Mzama’s one final determined punch might twisting and contorting on the rope. Snorting,
secure the prize for him. But the gods had been gasping, groaning. Agony played continuously
on Bukawa’s side. With Bukawa's next thud to the on his face, tears of pain streaked the creases
fiery target, what he saw as his tribute to his of his tortured cheeks. But he did not cry out.
brother, he again feared that Tarzan might cry out
too soon, that Bukawa might win too early, before
he could take his planned revenge. But Bukawa With a huge feeling of relief, Bukawa knew
owed this one to his brother. His brother whose now it was time. Bukawa knew the apeman
kicks in the gut had handed him the victory, who would not take much more. His heart racing at
had set up the apeman for Bukawa’s intended the thought that it was time for his planned
killer blow. Mzama had had a final chance. And revenge. Time to take back the mockery that
failed. Now it was Bukawa’s certain triumph. Still, had poisoned his ears. Time to reward the
he acknowledged, Bukawa owed Mzama. He apeman for that kick that sent Bukawa flying in
owed his brother lots. Bukawa would let the the dirt. The scornful laughter of his friends
apeman have one more punch in honour of burning like acid in his heart. Payback time,
Mzama. Yet secretly Bukawa feared the risk of apeman!
that brotherly generosity. Against the background of the apeman’s
incessant groaning, ignoring the pain-twisted
torso writhing off the rope, Bukawa backed off
His plans for apeman’s guts were much more from his torture victim. Bukawa walked off
devastating. But he owed Mzama this one last away from the apeman who had been taken
tribute, though he was still anxious that, with this beyond human limits. Time to prepare, time to
next punch, his weakened victim’s pained cry finish the apeman off. Time for his crushing
might ring out and end the game too early. The annihilation.
risk had his mind in turmoil, torn between his love
for his brother and his plan for destructive
revenge. The risk that this next fist, his tribute to
Mzama hammered into Tarzan’s burning lower 11m
gut, - it might end things before time. But it was Tarzan was barely conscious of what was
right, he’d owed his win to his beloved brother. happening around. Dazed with pain, his ears
Mzama’s gut-kicking had handed Tarzan to him roared, sick with faint. His guts were on fire.
on a plate. Hopelessly lurching between sense and
senselessness. His instincts mindlessly
Time then for one final word of thanks to his screaming caution, his body drowning in pain.
brother. Before Bukawa exacted his revenge. The tang of physical annihilation tasted bitter
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on his tongue. Light-headed, he barely knew Bukawa took a big bowl of water and sloshed it
where he was, he didn’t know he had ever felt this in Tarzan’s face. Kwami grinned as he heard
bad. He didn’t care. It didn’t matter. He knew he the apeman come to with a shout, shaking the
was done for. His whole being was on the point of water from his eyes. And crying out as pain
total collapse, he could not stop the groans, he claimed him back. Despite the sharp attack of
had little strength of will to control the suffering. returning pain, his face remained fogged,
He was barely aware of where he was or why he confused. Eyes wide open, Tarzan still saw
hurt so much. His mind was one dizzying haze. little. Mouth gaping wide, twisting and
His head swam with faintness, taking no notice contorting with a pain that could barely form
what was happening between his feet. His tongue sound. He looked totally spent, barely able to
tasted metallic in the destruction of his guts, his raise his sweat-matted head. Another bowl of
head blurred, fogged, faint. And his body was one water dowsed the hanging victim’s face.
fiery furnace, his guts were burning him alive. Coughing and spluttering, Tarzan fought back
Waves of fire passed up his insides. Deep in his his pains and dragged himself back to the
guts and on the surface, he was roasting in misery of his shortening life.
flames. His sub-conscious mind prayed he might
slip away, find refuge in eternal darkness. But the
pain was too intense, there’d be no reprieve. Tarzan shook his head to clear the cobwebs.
Whatever had happened had pushed him too far, Slowly, the fog in his head began to recede.
he was beyond any human limit. His body was Replaced with body-crippling pains. His guts
shrieking in the fires of damnation. burned, his head swam, his whole body ached.
He was dangerously exhausted, his brain
struggling to clear. No energy, he felt
Kwami watched Bukawa with studied fascination. perilously spent. Breath came in slow
His henchman had retrieved a thick stick, the desperate gasps. Slowly his vision cleared.
length of an arm. He thought at first Bukawa Just in front of him, through water-streaked
planned to club the cry out of the apeman, finish eyes, Tarzan saw Bukawa, watching.
him off with a bludgeon, perhaps Bukawa had Watching him closely, scrutinising his victim.
punched his knuckles raw. Everything about him shouted Triumph.
Then Kwami noticed the stick’s sharpened tip. Victory! Power and domination radiated off
every muscle. Confidence and assurance
The apeman was still groaning semi-conscious oozed from every pore. Sweat swaggered off
from the punching when Bukawa inserted the him in the sun like a beacon of light. Tarzan
sharpened end between Tarzan’s feet. He winced at another stabbing pain that had just
threaded the stick between the bound ankles and got him in the guts. Tarzan recognised that
pushed it deep into the soil. Pushing hard till arrogance in the man drinking up the pain in
about a foot’s length had been eaten up by the his face, a menacing arrogance, a power that
earth. Then Bukawa stood back and examined felt so much in control, so invincible that
his work. The stick passed up between the Bukawa would now stop at nothing. So intent
apeman’s legs, reaching up towards his knees. at proving his total domination of a worthless
Suddenly Kwami realised it, then it became clear. victim. Tarzan knew Bukawa would finish him
Bukawa was going to body-slam the apeman off if Tarzan didn’t snap out of it. And finish
again. Bukawa was coming back for revenge. him off perilously. Perhaps even life-
And this time the apeman would not lift his legs, threateningly. In Bukawa killer instinct had
he’d not kick out to defend himself. His guts replaced brotherly rivalry.
would take the lot. A deep glow of eager
satisfaction at the prospect started rumbling in Then Tarzan’s eyes caught the movement.
Kwami’s loins and sent ripples of malicious Kwami had grabbed hold of Jane. Brusquely
pleasure to the furthest reaches of his body. The held snatched her to his side. His eyes on
apeman was truly done for. There was no Tarzan, recognising Tarzan’s crushing defeat,
escape. Kwami claimed Jane for his own. Hand on her
waist, he yanked her to his side. And licked
Mzama saw it too. He clapped his hands in silent his tongue greedily up the length of her neck.
astonishment, shaking his head in wonder. His Tarzan felt an eruption of anger. Kwami
brother’s ingenuity never failed to amaze him. noticed it, he’d provoked it in the face of
Where did his brother come up with all these Tarzan’s powerlessness. His eyes glued on
ideas! He applauded his “baby brother”, openly Tarzan, Kwami tortured his captive apeman
acknowledging he was a worthy winner. Earlier and pulled Jane in front and bit into her tender
the apeman’s kick had thwarted Bukawa’s body breast. Too exhausted, unable to react,
slam, the move that had had the men laughing at Tarzan still felt a surge of anger. That man
his brother sent flying and eating dirt. Now would die!”
Bukawa would have his revenge. He’d body-slam
the weakened apeman again. And this time
there’d be no defensive kick. Bukawa waited for his victim to get ready for
him. He wanted Tarzan prepared for him,
alert, trying to survive this. There was no
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honour in beating a crippled man. Around the two the stretch off the rope made it harder to flex.
of them, an expectant silence crushed at the air. Fighting the exhaustion in his head, Tarzan
Bukawa felt the world’s attention riveted on the remembered. Before, he had kicked Bukawa
space between him and his suspended victim. All to the ground. And now Bukawa was going to
the men, standing in reverential silence, willing try it again. His act of vengeance for that
him on, wishing for the apeman’s final defeat. humiliation. But it would be worse. He was
Guessing at the purpose of the stake between the doing it now on a Tarzan weakened by kicks in
apeman’s legs. Eager for his total annihilation. his guts, exhausted from continuous vicious
When he thought he had Tarzan’s full attention, beatings. Whose guts were on fire. Who was
Bukawa sneered and gave a nod. Signalling. suspended and vulnerable, harder to flex his
Warning the apeman to be ready. This was it, the protective wall. Who might not have the
end, the defeat. Tarzan found himself looking into strength to kick out. Tarzan threw his plan
the snarling eyes of a wild cat. The seething heart together quickly, dimly remembering his trick.
of the man was now written in the contours of Yet he wondered desperately if he’d find the
Bukawa’s face. means to defend himself. If he had the speed
“The end of the road, apeman”, Bukawa snarled to get his legs up in time. He’d have to. But
coldly into Tarzan’s face. instinct would be on his side. The powerful
instinct to survive. This time it would be worse.
His body knew there was an even greater
11n threat. He was suspended, his stomach
“This one’s specially for you”. stretched, his muscles battered and kicked.
Warily Tarzan watched Bukawa back slowly away. His innards exposed and hurting. He risked
His eyes flashed again briefly to Jane. Still held permanent damage, he’d never rescue Jane.
tight in Kwami’s grip, more to taunt Tarzan than a Even more powerfully his instinct to survive
threat to her. If there was to be any chance of his would fuel his legs. To have any future chance
saving her, he had to put an end to this charade. of escape – or survival - he’d just have to
If there was to be any chance of them getting out fend off that slam.
of this alive, he had to survive this attack. More
punishment like this would have him crippled, And the end of the funnel of men, Tarzan
there’d be no hope to grab any chance that came warily watched Bukawa go into a pose. He
his way. He’d have no strength to fight their way turned to the other men and showed off his
out of this. strength, he proclaimed his victory. Arms
His eyes shot back to Bukawa. Tarzan would clenched tight in front, Bukawa showed off his
swallow his pride, he’d let the man have his prize. solid chest. Arms up, he flexed arms, bulging
He’d been stupid to rise to the challenge. It was with strength, pounding with his confidence.
hardly a fair fight. Two strongly built brothers let Showing off to the others, playfully taunting his
loose on him trussed up and defenceless. He brother, intimidating Tarzan, his defenceless
couldn’t possibly beat them. Kwami had planned victim. Bukawa tightened his stomach.
it that way. Tarzan knew he had been stupid and Bukawa’s menacing rows of bulging muscle
stubborn even to try. He knew what Jane would promising power, force, speaking of
have advised him hours ago. Give it up, save determination and threat. Bukawa stuck his
yourself the beating. With this next blow, Tarzan chest out. Promising bulk. Huge plates of
would give in. He’d yell out, he give up his pain. heavy-muscled meat he was about to race
It would not be hard. He felt that pain down the lines like a charging rhino and
everywhere, he just needed to give it voice. And hammer like a battering ram into Tarzan’s
that would end it all. He’d surrender his pride for suspended torso. Thick muscled arms that
the greater prize, for the later chance of winning would crack like lightning as a bare knuckled
Jane’s freedom. fist followed through and pounded the life out
of Tarzan’s slam-shocked guts.
Bukawa’s arms were out-stretched as he backed
through the crowd, opening up a funnel, forming a And then Bukawa stopped. His posing
row of Kwami’s men on either side. Then, about stopped, the crowd’s murmurs of approval in
twenty paces away, he stopped. He grinned at an instant ceased. He stared down the line of
Tarzan. A malicious grin. Waiting for his victim to men. Silent, expectant, their hearts in their
remember. Tarzan started to remember. throats. Bukawa looked at his victim. His face
Through the distant reaches of his befogged mind, creased with pain, Bukawa’s gift to him. Hair
Tarzan vaguely remembered. Before. Then sweated and bedraggled clung to his face.
Tarzan’s body distinctly remembered. Bukawa Bukawa’s target, that stomach, blotched, red
was going to do it again. That body slam and the blemishes of pain. Waiting, heart pounding,
crippling punch that followed through thudding into dreading. The apeman’s four rows of
his shocked and softened guts. The punch that protruding muscle beckoned, suspended,
had nearly broken through that first and only time. vulnerable, open to attack, summoning
Before Tarzan had kicked out. Bukawa was going Bukawa’s charge. His own muscled bulk
to try it again. Only this time it would be much promising pain, offering victory. Promising
worse. Tarzan had taken a crippling hammering victory through the apeman’s pain. Like a pair
with knee kicks into his gut. He was weaker. And of hands beckoning him in. Those aching
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stomach muscles gesturing for him, standing out Jane screamed. She saw his attacker flying
exposed in the elongated caved-in stomach. through the air, feet-first. Legs bent, feet
Waiting for Bukawa. Waiting for his slam. targeted on Tarzan’s loosened stomach. She
Dreading that punch. The knuckled fist crushing screamed out a warning. Too late. His
life with a deafening roar. Bukawa returned attacker had kicked out his legs. Tarzan was
Tarzan’s wary gaze, he seized it and crushed it in smashed backwards. Heart in mouth, she saw
his grip. Tarzan thrown violently back, rammed in the
“For you, apeman, specially for you”. stomach by kicking legs. Smacked backwards
till he could go no more. A bellow of shock
erupted with the kick in his guts. Tarzan’s bawl
pierced her heart like a spear. A thunderous
11o yell smashed out of him. The muscle-heavy
Bukawa exploded. He shot like an arrow from a attacker smashed his body-weight into his
bow. Arms pounding, head down, chest heaving. guts. The weight of a heavy-bodied warrior
Powerful legs thudded into the earth. Tarzan was pounded into his open guts. Tarzan’s guts
all tension. He’d timed it right before, he’d sent erupted, his bellow flooded the air. The pair
Bukawa flying in the dirt. He’d do it again. He’d collided in a roar, bodies collapsed in a tumble
have to. If only he wasn’t too slow. The pounding of muscle and sweat. Tarzan’s booming yells
on the earth thumped like a charging rhino. The echoed loud and long. His body shook in a
grunts of effort thudded ever nearer. The earth mass of punishing agonised shudders. Till he
itself shook. Tarzan steeled himself, every blacked out. Swaying wildly off the rope.
muscle-tense, arms like a coiled spring ready to Lifeless. Knees collapsed, legs swinging.
strike. Battered beyond human endurance. Smashed
into oblivion.
The two of them reacted in the same split second.
Tarzan’s rational mind had resolved to give in. Mzama held his breath at the sight. He
His body knew better under the terror of this thought his heart had stopped. Bukawa, all
charge. Tarzan’s instincts took over, survival pounding muscled force, leapt into the air.
called the shots. His body yanked on his arms, it Feet first, knees bent, he roared through the
pulled on his legs. Panic-struck, Tarzan’s body air. Fearsomely strong thighs kicked out.
realised. Nothing happened. A weakening flash Flying heels pounded straight into vulnerable
of confusion screamed out a warning. His feet did exposed guts. The apeman, trapped at feet
not respond. Bewildered the firmness in his and hands, arched sharply back. Then, fully
stomach let go. stretched, the killer-force smashed through
him. Unable to bend any more. Yet knocked
In the same shocked instant Bukawa leapt. in the guts by Bukawa’s fearsome weight.
Bukawa’s legs flew up in the air, knees bent. Tarzan could bend no more. Kicked in the
Bukawa soared through the air on his back, legs guts by thunderously muscled legs. Then
first, knees bent, all muscle-tense. All force. Till murderously rammed in the guts by an
the last moment, then he kicked out his legs. His explosion of human muscle.
feet made contact. His powerful thighs kicked out
and stomped his flying heels into Tarzan’s guts. All the wind in Tarzan’s stomach smacked into
Prodigious flying muscle-power rammed home. his head. All the air in his chest exploded in
Super-manly force smashed into Tarzan’s his throat. All the agony of his body spewed
stomach. Thick-muscled thighs jammed on the air. And then Bukawa’s muscled bulk
Bukawa’s heels into the open gut. The force of a slammed into his guts. Trapped by the
rhino smacked into the middle of Tarzan’s tightness of the rope, imprisoned by the stick in
loosened stomach. the earth. Tarzan exploded under a muscled
And then Bukawa’s muscle-heavy weight landed, thunderbolt.
smashing home. The stick by his feet held Tarzan
trapped. The rope on the hands jerked him to a Kwami could hardly breathe. Two specimens
halt. The power of the kick had bowed him fully of muscled perfection hit, two immovable
back. And then heavy-muscled force rammed manly forces collided. A bawl of pain tore
hard into Tarzan’s gut. Full heavy-bodied muscle- through the air. A heart-rent bellow lit up the
weight. A bellow of tortured pain broke, agony sky. The world stopped, time stood still.
ripped through Tarzan’s chest. Blood-curdling torture filled the air. Then the
stick snapped. Tarzan swung back, Bukawa
Jane screamed out in warning. She couldn’t collapsed beneath, slithering in the dirt. The
believe it. She just caught the look of apeman’s bellow lit up the sky. The explosion
bewilderment on Tarzan’s face. In desperate in his guts exploded from his throat. Agony
defence, he’d jerked on his arms to pull up his filled the air. Shuddering with an earthquake
legs. Like he’d done before. Confused, he felt his inside. Agony twisted at his guts. Torture
feet did not move. Too late Jane understood, he ripped him apart. He bellowed off the rope.
didn’t know his feet were trapped. Instinctively, in Unstoppable jerkings, mindless twists. Tarzan
surprise, he let go his defences. Momentarily. was torture incarnate. Tarzan transformed into
But a moment too long. Too late to warn him, one irrepressible bawl.
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The final chapter consists of 12 short episodes.
Jane stood by Tarzan’s side, not daring to move, There have been lots of hints peppered
not daring to touch. Her lover hung limp and through the Variations about what the
lifeless swaying off the rope. Around her, roars of mysterious challenge is likely to be. It is only
men back-slapping his attacker, jigging with joy, revealed in the last episode.
roaring with laughter. Celebrating Tarzan’s While the storyline is being unwrapped, I am
downfall. Commemorating his defeat. And open to readers trying to second-guess the
marking the torture of her man who hung battered, end. Dare I be conceited enough to throw out
lifeless, disregarded. the challenge that no one will work it out?
Suddenly her arms were around him, her head
pressed sobbing to his sweat-drenched chest. What has Kwami got planned for Tarzan?
Tears of terror streaked down her face. She could
feel his heart racing against her face. He was
alive. But she dreaded to think of the damage.
Thankful that Tarzan had been battered
unconsciousness, brutally beaten till the human
being in him could take no more. The god-like
body she had revered pitilessly had been
smashed into oblivion. Lifeless for now, she
feared for him. She feared for him, for the
moment when he came round. Screeching in
agony, clutching his stomach at the damage
inside. And she feared for him when these
monsters started again.
Note:
That’s it, the final Variation. The unplanned one,
the one inspired by Tom Mellish’s scene
(Message 1390). My heart-felt thanks to Tom for
the help. I’ve never “done gut-punching” before.
Without him, it wouldn’t have happened. The
power of interaction between group members!.
Variation 11 turned bleak. Some of the other
Variations too were pretty devastating for our
hero. Increasingly so towards the end, perhaps a
bit too much for some people’s taste. Sorry, I
don’t mean to offend - but our boy does live on.
He’s now on the beach.
And time for some R&R. He’s on the beach.
Time to stretch out, feel the hot sand under his
back. Time to listen to the swish of the surf. Time
to let the sun work its wonders on his injured skin.
But, as we have been repeatedly warned, our boy
is about to face the ultimate challenge of his life.
First a word of caution.
Remember the structure:
One beginning, one end and each reader chooses
his preferred Variations in the middle. The ending
cannot take into account the multiple options that
each reader will choose. For example, the ending
cannot allow for whether this last gut-punching
happened – and the consequent damage carried
forward into the ending. And every reader is
entitled to his own choices.
Take pity on the author, you have to carry forward
the effects of your chosen Variations into your
own fantasy version of the ending.
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They’d forced him to his knees. Tarzan
The beach had been kept tightly bound all the way.
Rescue and escape still seemed beyond
12a. hope for now. He’d tried one attempt for
“You promised she’d go unharmed”, snapped attack and escape and they’d proved to
Tarzan. him it was impossible. But they had knelt
“You promised you’d not make trouble”, the tightest of all the bonds on him
retorted Kwami. opposite him. Jane. Kwami had Jane on
“You said she’d go free”, Tarzan retorted her knees too, by his feet at a safe
angrily. distance from her defiant lover - to make
“I lied”, Kwami said with a mock apology. sure Tarzan behaved himself. Tarzan
stared angrily at Kwami. A knife
Tarzan looked up from the sand at his captor threateningly held in one hand, the other
with anger flashing in his eyes. He was running his fingers through Jane’s long
staked out on the beach with Kwami standing blond hair, tugging on it when Kwami felt
by his waist. And facing him, by Tarzan’s like it. To taunt his captive, to provoke
other hip, there knelt Jane. Stronger than Tarzan into the futility of action. And
any restraint Tarzan had endured that day. making her tremble with fear.
“Given any chance, you would have gone for
me!” Kwami snarled. “You threatened me. And between them, in-between Kwami
You’d rip my throat out, you said. and Jane on the one side and Tarzan
Remember? Remember that when you hear bound and close-guarded on the other, the
her crying out to you for help, apeman”. preparations had gone on. Four of
“You’re an animal”, snarled the captive down Kwami’s men had been hammering long
by Kwami’s feet. stakes into the sand. Stakes as long as
“Brave words, apeman. For someone where an arm, pounded hard with flat stones
you are”. deep into the sand till they met rock.
Stakes to pin him out on the beach. Then
Once again, on his back in the sand, Tarzan what?
struggled with the bonds that pinned him to
the four stakes. He’d tried it already and It took some hammering, the men had
knew it was useless. But anger still drove started to sweat in the heat of the high
him to test his strength against the leather. sun, wiping the wet off their faces. Till the
His face twisted with effort, shoulders and stakes would go in no more. Four stakes,
chest muscles straining to rip the stakes out buried deep in the sand, angled outwards
of the sand and make Kwami pay. But to resist his attempts at pulling.
useless.
For the sake of his own dignity and pride,
Tarzan had been marched through the day Tarzan had opposed them as best he
down to this beach. All morning he’d been could when they’d pushed him towards his
beaten and tortured by Kwami and his men. torture frame. But he was one and bound,
On the way here they had thrown punches at they were many and equally determined.
whim, his back had taken a thudding Though he bucked and writhed to make
whenever it pleased. His backside burned them work for their victory, they had
red with the pain from repeated switches Tarzan forced his back down on the
thwacking into his bare flesh. The beach burning sand. He had not realised how far
where they’d staked him out was well into the stakes were apart until they stretched
Mtwala country, an area he had been wise to his feet wide. Strain tore down the inside
avoid in the past, a beach he did not know. of his thighs as he was opened up
Nor why they had brought him here. Kwami unnaturally wide. But strong determined
had kept threatening his death. But the hands had him stretched till his ankles met
Mtwalas, Tarzan knew, were mercenary. the stakes and were bound to them with
Probably he was here to meet and be traded tight cord.
with the slavers. Life in slavery, a living death
in a life of misery and despair. But with Teeth gritted against the strain, Tarzan
himself staked out like this, it was clear first struggled with his hips to flex and find
Kwami planned for him more pain. some accommodation in the pained over-
stretched muscles of his legs. The strain
increased when tribesman lifted him
upright to a sitting position and made to
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cut the rope on his arms. Tarzan saw a so-called lord of the jungle, there was no
chance – if not of escape, then at least of way out.
inflicting some damage. The chance to get in
some retaliation when his arms were free.
Some compensation for the punishment they ************
had dished out. Punishment for terrorising
Jane. It was a fruitless gesture but it would 12b.
go some way to settling scores. The ripping sound stopped Tarzan’s
desperate struggling. Staked out, he
But first Tarzan saw Kwami standing by him a looked up from the sand, surprised by
water bag in his hands. And out of it, he Jane’s cry. Kwami had ripped open the
withdrew long pieces of rawhide. Heavy with thin white shift she wore. A second tear
water, dripping. split it from top to bottom.
“For you, apeman”, he sneered.
Kwami had come prepared. He had come “You choose your women well, apeman”,
with a plan. To stake Tarzan out in the hot Kwami taunted.
sun with sodden rawhide and let the leather Despite himself Tarzan threw his eyes
do its work. Let the thick thongs dry out and over Jane’s naked front. Feeling shame-
stretch him in the noonday sun. Rack him till faced at what his eyes by instinct took in,
his muscles popped, till his joints snapped. Tarzan’s gaze shot up to her womanhood.
Jane whimpering in her fears pressed her
A split second later, a big hand grabbed knees together to protect herself.
Tarzan by the throat and forced him back Tarzan’s groin gave a guilty tingle at the
down on the sand, throttling him. His lifeforce memory of the night they had spent only
being strangled out of him. Startled, fighting hours ago, before his surprise capture.
for breath, struggling against the grip, Tarzan
was tricked, not noticing his wrists ropes had “How can you be so selfish, apeman!
been cut, his arms had been pulled up over Keeping her to yourself”.
his head and strong hands were pinning Kwami grabbed hold of Jane’s hands she
down his arms down on the sand. Tarzan’s was holding protectively over her breasts
eyes were nearly popping out of their sockets and stretched her arms out to the side
when the choking hand pushed upwards into revealing her nakedness.
his throat and stretched his body over the hot “My men can’t get enough of her!”.
sand to meet the rawhide ropes being lashed Kwami nodded.
on his wrists. Logic told him they did not “You’ll pay for this, Kwami”, Tarzan shot
want him dead, they were going to strangle back.
him. But panic rose when his chest was Kwami’s arm invited Tarzan to look at his
nearly bursting for air. men, smirking at Jane standing beside her
helplessly out-stretched man. Leering at
Tarzan tried fighting against the hands her nakedness, drooling.
pinning him down. Desperately he tried to
loosen the grip, shaking his head from side- Tarzan’s fists were already bunched when
to-side. But only strangled gurgling broke he heard,
and his face flushed fiery-red. But they’d had “She will serve me well”, Kwami said.
weight, numbers and gravity on their side. Tarzan’s body flooded with male
While all this time the powerful hand on his aggression. He struggled angrily again
throat deprived him of air. He’d strained with his bonds at this menace in Kwami’
uselessly against the force of Kwami’s men voice. His shoulders bunched like
heaving on his arms to meet the leather boulders, he fought his bonds. But he was
thongs that would stretch him out to his limit. trapped.
Then the strangling hand released him.
Letting go Tarzan’s throat, leaving him “You promised she’d go free”, he snarled
gasping. coughing and choking for air. back.
“I lied”, Kwami sneered back. “She will be
And Tarzan struggled against the bonds. welcome in my household” Kwami
Staked out, stretched, tied down. Kwami swaggered.
looked down at his captive. Coughing and “Not by the other women, of course. She
spluttering, gasping for air. This day, he might get abused.”.
thought, he would finish Tarzan off. He had
no intention of letting Tarzan escape. For the
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Kwami lied, he had no other women. But the him. The clammy palm stopped over her
look on the apeman’s face was a picture” navel, one finger pointing down and
“They’re bound to give her a hard time”. flicking provocatively in the bush of her
Kwami fixed Jane with a leer. Then his soft hair.
tongue slid out of his mouth. He gave the air
a slow pretend upward lick across the divide “I’ll have her when I want. Where I want”,
between him and Jane, Tarzan pinned out Kwami mocked, his hand pushing down
helplessly struggling at their feet in-between. towards Jane’s groin.
Jane shuddered in disgust. “I warn you, Kwami!” Tarzan yelled.
“Have no fears, apeman. When we are rid of “… How I want”, Kwami finished with an
you, your woman will be looked after. She will evil grin.
live on in my household. A welcome slave. Kwami sneered at Tarzan’s futile battle
As long as she continues to please”. with his bonds.
“You’ll be sorry you were ever born,
“First chance I get, Kwami, I’ll rip your heart Kwami”, Tarzan hissed in anger.
out”, shouted Tarzan angrily. “You better
finish me off”. “Brave words, apeman. How are you
“Never fear, apeman. That is one wish you planning on backing them up!”
will get”, Kwami mocked back at him. Kwami gave Tarzan a kick in the side.
“But first, my men will get their reward. “She’s mine. When I want, where I want”.
They’ve earned it”. His hand clutched over her womanhood.
“How”, Kwami finished.
Tarzan froze at the words. Kwami nodded at
Jane. Kwami sneered at the powerless flash of
“Her. Your woman. What else? Their anger shot from Tarzan’s eyes.
reward for capturing the apeman”, Kwami “But not here. Here on this beach the sun
sneered. is much too hot”.
He ripped the shift off Jane’s shoulders,
“No!” exposing her fully. Tarzan clenched his
Tarzan roared out his anger, fought with his teeth in protective fury.
ropes. Ignored the painful chafing scraping “Here is much too hot for such delicate
at his wrists. Kwami disdainfully stepped skin”, Kwami mocked.
over Tarzan’s body writhing uselessly below. He bit at her bare shoulder. Jane gasped
In passing, his foot gave a merciless stomp and squirmed to escape his grip. Kwami
into his captive’s gut. Ignoring his impotent shot a look to his men.
struggling, Kwami grabbed at Jane. He “Take her over to the trees. She’ll do
jerked her in front of him, crushed her back better in the shade”.
into his broad chest and turned her to face
her lover. Tarzan seethed angrily. Kwami’s Tarzan twisted as best he could to look
hand had slapped Jane’s protective hand behind at Kwami’s men leading the
aside and ripped the shift open to expose her terrified Jane off towards the cool of the
full nakedness. Tarzan bunched his hands trees. Their eyes fuelling their imagination
into fists as Kwami crushed her by a breast, at the sight of her naked front. Wound up
his hand squeezing painfully tight judging by by the shivering of her terrorised skin
the look on her face. The breast Tarzan had despite the heat of the day. Excited by the
covered with his kisses the night before. look of terror on the face of this treasure
Kwami was handing over to them.
“Hands off her, you filthy swine!” Tarzan Kwami shouted back to them,
snarled. “Wait for me before you start!”
“You’re finished, apeman. She needs
protection. Luckily she’s got me, Tarzan”, Kwami caught Tarzan’s look that flashed
Kwami jeered. “You’ve had your fill, now to anger when he realised.
she’s mine. After my men, of course”. “They deserve their reward, apeman” he
Taunting Tarzan into rage, sending him into a taunted. “They got you. They’ve kept you
powerless struggling rage against the thongs for me. They’ve earned her”.
staking him out, Kwami’s other hand slowly “No!”
crept down over her stomach. Fingers Tarzan’s arms bunched into fighting
stretching and probing as they dropped. mounds of twisted veiny power. His yell
Jane’s face cringing in revulsion and terror as raced after Jane across the sand. Arms
it descended. Too frozen with fear to stop bunched to break his bonds, chest forced
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up off the sand to rip out Kwami’s soul. His Kwami’s foot jabbed a pained grunt from
face a carved effigy of unbridled fury. Tarzan’s throat”.
And Kwami could afford to smirk. “You don’t get it, do you apeman?”
************ Kwami’s foot had lifted, heel posed above
Tarzan’s stomach. He signalled his intent
12c. letting his victim contract. His foot hovered
Whatever his position now, Tarzan swore, the over the impressive wall of protected
day would come when Kwami would know muscle, protruding hard out of the
regret. Since Tarzan’s capture that morning, extended stomach. Muscles peaked,
Kwami had tortured Tarzan beyond belief. grooves dug deep. With a sharp jab
And this inhuman treatment of Jane now had Kwami shot out a strong leg. The air
got Tarzan enraged. Tarzan knew he would blurred with the speed, Tarzan tensed
pay. even harder at the jab. A thud-like clap
Trapped, pinned out in the sand, Tarzan’s bounced off seemingly impenetrable
broad shoulders peaked, his chest swelled, muscle with a grunt of strain. The force
the strength of his muscle-knotted waist as contained but Tarzan’s body still shook
tight as a drum. Eyes blazing with manly with the effort.
aggression, fists bunched, Tarzan rounded “You’re finished”, snarled Kwami.
on Kwami.
“You’re a dead man, Kwami”, Tarzan hissed. Kwami stared down at the stomach
With a bellow of rage, Tarzan hauled at his defined like a statue carved in wood. And
ropes. The huge muscles in his over- jabbed again with his leg. Sweat painted
stretched thighs peaked and turned to rock, the muscled defences with silvery
pulling at the stakes. Furious at his highlights. Kwami’s envious jab with his
impotence to stop the assault on the woman heel into his captive’s sculpted stomach
he loved, the woman he had suffered all day was harder still. Kwami’s grunt crackled,
to protect. His chest lifted off the sand and effort was strangled in Tarzan’s throat.
thrust all his might and determination into But each successive kick was landed with
breaking his bonds. Roars of fury powered a more pronounced grunt.
his efforts. Every muscle in his body fought “This is the end of the road, apeman”.
in his rage. Every sinew battled to break free
and wreak his vengeance on Kwami. He’d Kwami’s voice hardened with every kick,
take every one of Kwami’s men apart with his his eyes flashed more angrily with every
bare hands. jab. Teeth gritted in anger, Tarzan was
equally determined not to give Kwami the
But, with a groan of failed frustration. Tarzan satisfaction he craved. Kwami jabbed
had to give up. Still he lay trapped, pinned repeatedly with fresh threats, his heel
out, panting, sweating, heaving hard for stabbing increasingly hard, his anger
breath. Still hopelessly staked-out. His building. Each pounding stab was landing
roped ankles still stretching him painfully on Tarzan’s fighting defence with a
wide, pain of the stretch searing through the sensuous thud. Fighting back, Tarzan’s
insides of his thighs. His wrists still stretched ridges of deep-cut muscle shook under the
tight by thick drying rawhide tied to the stakes stab of each foot. Still his shuddering
beyond his head. The hot sand beneath his torso shook in struggling response. The
back lay sodden with his desperate sweat. wind in his stomach pounded against the
Bound into helplessness. Frustrated by back of his gritted teeth.
hopelessness.
“You’re finished”.
“A dead man? Me? You first, apeman”. Kwami's heel stab jabbed Tarzan in the
Kwami’s foot shot hard into Tarzan’s side. guts. Muscle turned gnarled, knotted,
With his victim’s grunt. packed with super-human resilience born
“The apeman. Who can’t even guard his of hate. But the force still blew Tarzan’s
woman!” cheeks out, the wind exited with a grunt.
The foot shot out again. Another hard kick “Your woman’s mine”.
into Tarzan’s ribs. The force of the heel jab jarred the wind in
“I’ll break every bone in your body”, Tarzan Tarzan’s chest out of his nose in a noisy
threatened, grunting out the pain. snort. The intensity of each stab got
“Too late for your threats”, Kwami sniggered. progressively more forceful.
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“Waiting there in the shade for the fucking of “When will you get it, apeman? First
her life”. chance you get?”
His other hand lashed out.
Tarzan’s eyes shot arrows of hatred into “That’s never!”
Kwami’s face. Just as Kwami leapt. Knees Tarzan’s cheek stung with the force of the
first, he fell. Kwami’s own eyes returned slap across his face.
Tarzan’s hate. Just as his knees thudded “You’re beaten”.
into Tarzan’s stomach. His knees seemed to The back of Kwami’s hand again bit
hammer at Tarzan’s backbone. Tarzan taken sharply across the cheek”.
unawares by he taunt, Kwami felt his ”Broken”.
defences give way under Kwami’s hefty The slap stung hard.
weight. His legs smashed solidly through his “Defeated”
victim’s wall of defence. His weight forced Another biting sting brought an unwanted
Tarzan to double up, the unyielding force tear to Tarzan’s eye.
smacked pain right through into Tarzan’s “Done-for”.
guts. Tarzan tried to jack-knife in the air, pain The force of the slap was so hard Tarzan’s
and wind exploding from his mouth. The head swung to one side. His cheeks
apeman doubled-forward as pained muscles burned. Kwami yanked again on Tarzan’s
clutched at Tarzan’s midriff. Clutched at hair, tugging his head painfully forward by
Kwami’s knees still buried deep within. Till the scalp.
the wrist bonds snapped him back. Sharp “When will you get that into your thick
pains stabbed the length of his arms, jabbed skull?”
him into the armpit and threw him back in the
sand. With a loud groan, panting hard, ************
Tarzan’s eyes scanned the sky overhead in
his pain. 12d.
The next triumphant slap sent a sharp
Through his groans, Kwami’s knees still grimace of stinging pain across Tarzan’s
poking in his stomach, Tarzan heard mocking face. The cheek burned bright red, a tear
him, trickled from one eye. But Tarzan’s eyes
“… But she’ll find I’m not a cruel man”. burned with his fury. Kwami had tortured
Kwami gave a little leap and prodded his him. He had tricked him, he’d promised
knees again into Tarzan’s guts. Jane would go free. And Tarzan seethed
“As you see, I had my men take her out of the at his own impotence to do anything about
sun. It’s much too hot here on the beach”. it. The pair of them glared fury into each
Another leap from Kwami into his stomach other eyes.
reminded Tarzan of the pain in his guts”.
“Much too hot for any skin. As you, my And it was Kwami who broke first. His
apeman, are going to find out”. face creased into a beaming smile. He
Kwami’s knee-kicks dug in harder with the could afford to. He had the power. He
next jump. had mastered his apeman, held him in his
“And certainly much too hot for a long hard grip. Uselessly staked out. His woman
fuck”. about to be raped. Many times by his
men. The apeman was finished. That
Tarzan’s head flashed up at Kwami. Their muscled power was dominated by leather
eyes met over his chest, panting for breath, and stakes. The restraints that Kwami
heaving in his anger. himself had locked him in. A useless
“I’ll kill you, Kwami”, Tarzan hissed at him in powerless victim. Grinning with
his fury. satisfaction, smirking with triumph, his
Kwami smirked back at him. Still kneeling hands of his victim’s sweated chest,
with his knees prodding into Tarzan’s Kwami pushed himself to his feet. Tarzan
stomach, grabbed the chance to regain his wind.
“ … First chance you get…” came back But every breath he gasped reminded him
Kwami’s swaggering reply. “I know, I heard of the punishment the kicking had given
you before”. him.
Kwami’s hand lashed out and grabbed It was on the tip of his tongue. How
Tarzan by the hair. Pulling his head forward Kwami wanted to let the apeman in on his
by the scalp, Kwami shot back in anger, secret. How he yearned to see the dismay
on the apeman’s face when he learned
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what Kwami had planned for him. His end, night by the fires with their tales of the
his death. Kwami was bursting to see the apeman stretched out on this beach,
look of terror scythe across those furious agony being clawed mercilessly out of
eyes. Kwami could barely contain himself. every bit of his defenceless body.
Shrieking and screaming long into the
But there was no hurry. The apeman faced night. No, then, there’d be no doubt,
further torture. Let the rawhide stretch him. Kwami was indeed a worthy successor to
Let his bonds stretch every remaining second his ailing father.
of the rest of his miserable life into long hours
of pain and agony. Let him writhe in helpless Unconsciously Kwami’s hand had slipped
mental torment as he heard his woman call down to his bulge. Suddenly aware that
out for him in her pain and terror. The the presence of all this muscle power
apeman would rage in hopeless frustration trapped by his feet had made him ready.
and mental anguish at the idea of each of Tarzan’s helplessness staked out on the
Kwami’s men taking her. With the apeman sand had made him hard. He looked over
uselessly pinned out, listening in mental at his men waiting in the shade. With her,
torment to her cries, burning up with his own the apeman’s woman. Trembling in terror
frustration that he could do nothing for her, - of what she now knew. His eyes fell down
Kwami could afford to wait. The apeman still on the apeman and he smiled. He would
had suffering in him yet. It would eat him up. be chief. It was his right. The right to be
the one who wrenched the first cry from
No, Kwami bit on his lip. He forced back his Tarzan’s woman trembling in wait. The
secret into the cruel recesses of his one who would pierce that first spear of
imagination. Plenty of time to torment the torment into the apeman’s heart with his
apeman with the secret of his agonising end. woman’s cries.
Plenty of time to see him face long hot hours
stretched helplessly in the broiling sun
knowing how his end would come.
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himself and repressed his impatience. He 12e.
contented himself with another jump in the Kwami stood by his captor’s head and
air. Another jump which sent his knees took in the sight. He was back on the
thudding into Tarzan’s helpless stomach. He beach sweating under the blistering rays
contented himself with the burst of pain that of the sun. Back with his captive pinned
shot up in the air. With the sight of Tarzan out to full stretch. It had been a
thrown up off the sand by the pain worthwhile few hours. Taking the woman
hammering into his guts. Tarzan whooshed and knowing what tortures Tarzan was
out air at the knee sunk deep into his enduring at his inability to help. Kwami
stomach. By the stab of leather jarring his had tasted the flesh of the apeman’s
body with a shock and hammering his head woman and found her good. He’d licked
back on the sand. Tarzan’s groans washed at the sweetness of her terror and found
over Kwami’s face as he pushed himself off her delicious. Her cries and pleading
the pain-shuddering body. The sight of fuelling the lust between his legs. It had
Tarzan’s pain-creased face burned in his been a double pleasure. To have taken
memory as he swaggered over the sand back against her will what she willingly gave to
to the trees. The sounds of the apeman’s the apeman. And to know the apeman lay
gasping for the air Kwami had just crushed uselessly there tormented by her screams.
out of him – they rang in his ears resonant Seeing in his mind’s eye Jane’s legs
like the surge of the surf as Kwami strutted wrapped helpless around Kwami’s waist.
back to his men. And the apeman’s woman. The thought of his apeman stretched out
As leader, he had first choice. After all, that there, his pent-up rage burning him alive
was right, it was always the chief who took had fuelled Kwami to ever more brutal
the first turn. attacks. He’d thrust hard, ramming
powerful pain up her backside, making her
And he would now become chief. Could cry out all the more. Sending her cries of
anyone now have any doubts? When these pain over the beach to torture her man. It
men got back with the stories of his conquest was a memory to be treasured. As he
of the loathed apeman, there would be no would, every night in his hut, for as long as
doubt. After they had regaled their friends at that memory was sweet.
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Then he’d watched his men take her again there was nothing he could do. But
and again. She was beautiful in her pain, Kwami decided against that move. By the
every cry to her man worth of piece of gold, look of his face, Tarzan was now too
her every gasping sob like a stake thrust into absorbed in his agony to notice.
her apeman’s heart. She’d be a pleasing
extra to his household. But he wondered The leather hauling on his arms gave
how long she would still please him. This another shrinking tug, shooting another
moment would not be topped, the moment sharp jerk through the over-stretched
when her cries were torturing the apeman body. Pain jolted another grunt of pain
pinned-out here. through the stress-loaded torso. Tarzan’s
unconscious face creased into another
Now, with a sweet sense of satisfaction for teeth-clenching grimace. But his mind
the mental torture that had been burning remained closed, locked in its agony-filled
Tarzan up at the thought of Jane’s horror, horror. His ribcage had flared upward with
Kwami was back. Back to prepare Tarzan for the pull, the bones pushing hard into the
his final ordeal. The apeman at his feet now straining skin. Underneath, the 4 rows of
seemed barely conscious. He had been pain lay flat and dead. No movement, no
stretched-out in the sun for some hours. The breathing, all movement pulled out of that
heat had done its best. The leather had done flesh by the extremity of his stretch. He
its worst. The apeman lay, every muscle now was powerfully built there. The drag of the
under stress, every sinew fully stretched. ropes had caved in the stomach and
Dried out by the cruel sun, weakened by the forced up those eight power mounds as if
relentless heat, racked by the unmitigating trying to break through the skin. The
stretch. His mind dried out by the heat, yet deepened cleavages in-between lay caked
not unconscious. Suffering with every with the dried-on sweat of his pain.
helpless moment. He gave a timely groan at
another jerk from the shrinking leather. There Tarzan looked magnificent like this.
was still some moistness in the leather, more Totally bound to Kwami’s will. Totally
power to stretch him further. helpless and vulnerable. When the time
came, there was nothing he could do to
With a sense of wonder and power Kwami save himself except scream. Kwami’s
stared at the inert body stretched and staining eyes lifted and spread out over the beach.
by his feet. So much power, so much It had taken weeks in the planning to get
strength. The lord of the jungle. The famed his rival to this state. Now there was no
and invincible Tarzan, now rendered helpless going back. For the apeman there was no
and weakened by him. let-out, there’d be no escape. What a
Tarzan’s powerful legs trembled, the stakes perfect place to end this miserable life.
pulling him wide beyond endurance. Along Such beauty in nature. And such horrors
the inside of his thigh the strong sinews that would rip the apeman apart in the
quivered with the strain. Along his strong night.
muscle in the thigh a deep crease wrenched
stress through the flesh, the mountainous Kwami threw another look in triumph at his
muscle was being lengthened with tearing vanquished foe. Motionless, unable to
aches. Just above the knee another deep budge anything under his own control.
groove across the leg, pulled inhumanely That powerful chest stretched, the huge
wide-open by the stretch, pain painted in the plates of muscle pulled up into his arms.
ridge. There was no movement, only an Now longer oblongs of power, straining to
overpowering sense of stretch and strain meet his arms. Kwami noticed the nubs.
locked into every sinew in his legs. Hardened by his pain, pushing full and firm
skyward out of his nipples that had been
Tarzan’s hips had pushed up the groin, pulled into straining ovals.
pressing his manhood’s bulge straining
against his loincloth. The stretch had opened The leather on his wrists had cut deep
up a gap between loincloth and flesh. Kwami grooves in the flesh as they hauled stretch
was tempted to touch but managed to resist. through the length of his arms. In those
It would be so easy to prove to the apeman power-punching biceps, a deep groove ran
Kwami’s dominance by fondling him there. down their length. And where they met
Mauling and pawing at his manliness. He the agonised torso, under that bush of hair
might growl, he might protest. But Kwami powdered with his dried-on sweat, Kwami
would show him there was place sacred. And sensed the enormity of Tarzan’s pain. The
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tortured pull in his armpit that threatened to The relief was brief. The pleasure of water
rip him apart. Bone fighting to pull away from on Tarzan’s parched tongue only fleeting.
bone. Nerves screeching in blood-curdling Within seconds, the agony in Tarzan’s
agony. A pain that continuously weakened, body cried out for attention. Every muscle
agonised nerves shrieking their message of in his body screeched from the unbearable
agony in every corner of his body and mind. stretch. There was absolutely no slack. At
first, the stretching had not been
And it was he, Kwami, who had master- uncomfortable. He had struggled with the
minded this. Kwami squatted down to see if bonds, the cries from Jane behind him
he could smell a trace of the agony that filled ripping at his sense of helplessness,
this once-masterful body. Unable to stop fuelling his drive to break free and rescue
himself, he leant forward and traced his her, powering his struggles until his wrists
fingers over the etched straining mounds of were chaffed red-raw.
his stomach, put a finger to his lips and tasted
the salt of the apeman’s dried-on sweat. This Jane’s first cry sent a cold shiver down his
had been Kwami’s master-plan. No longer spine. Her shocked shout renewed his
would they remember his defeat at Tarzan’s hopeless efforts against the stakes.
hand. Kwami was indeed now the lord of the Another cry pierced his chest like a stake
jungle. to his heart. They were getting their
rewards for capturing him. Her cries shot
************ over to him, her cries of fear, cries of
desperation. Cries for him to help.
12f. Tarzan bawled his helpless rage into the
hot noonday air.
His eyes were still just open, the apeman was
still conscious, but he gave no sign of It was not long before he had been
awareness at Kwami’s touch. Lost in a world sweating profusely under the blistering
of his racked pain. Enduring the crippling sun, despite the cruel heat drying him out.
heat of the sun which had dried out his Regular jerks in the leather alerted him to
strength and weakened his spirit. Suffering his danger, pulled him tighter still.
the strain of the rack, the tightening leather Stretched already to his limit, he’d moaned
pulling at his every joint, tearing unbearable with each slight pull trapping him ore
aches through every muscle. The apeman’s hopeless, sending another ache that was
eyes flickered but they were unseeing. dragged painfully through his joints.
Conscious yet unresponsive to Kwami’s hand Gradually he found he could move
on his salt-streaked stomach. nothing. Not a stake, not a limb. With all
his struggling and straining, he was
Reaching out for the gourd, kneeling by the trapped, here on this unknown shore.
apeman’s face, Kwami trickled water over Staked-out, being racked and tortured
Tarzan’s lips to revive him. Almost instantly, under a blistering sun in a cloudless sky.
his apeman’s mouth opened, greedily a
parched tongue shot out to soak up the liquid. Breathing got difficult, his chest lifted by
Stretched out like a dying man, barely alive, his diaphragm pulling up under his ribs.
but that once-powerful body remained all- Short shallow breaths were all he could
conscious in knowing that it needed drink. manage. Now torment gripped him from
Wetting his finger in the water, taking a wrist to knee. From his elbows down his
strange caring pleasure in bringing his arms, it felt like with just one small jerk
tortured captive back to a consciousness of he’d rip apart. In his armpit, the pain of
pain, Kwami spread the sustaining liquid over bone being wrenched apart from bone
the captive’s lips. A moan of need escaped sent his teeth on edge, kept all his nerves
the apeman’s throat. trembling. And if he tried to struggle, it
only got worse. Yet Jane’s cries
Slowly the apeman revived and sipped at demanded it. Lying in just his loincloth, his
more water from the flask. Moaned with skin burning under the brutal heat of the
needy pleasure at the water splashed in his day, the gentle surf swishing nearby,
face. And then gave out a long anguished aches racked every bit of his body. In his
groan as he woke up to the aches and strains stomach, the fabled strength of his
torturing his whole body. muscles was useless, painfully pulled one
way and the other, ripping pains that
offered to tear him apart at the seams.
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the loincloth was fully drenched in sticky
Kwami closely observed his captive returning blood, squeezing further Kwami dripped
to his pain. For hours stretched impossibly more of the cold thick blood down the
under an evil blistering sun, Tarzan could length of Tarzan’s thigh, reaching down to
barely breath. His sweat-dusted chest was a knee. Tarzan could not raise his head,
forcefully lifted up , his straining stomach his eyes swept down his salt-caked chest
pulled up into his chest, all he could do was but he could see nothing. He just felt the
pant lightly in his upper chest. Barely enough blood dripping thick and heavy onto his
to sustain consciousness. But foolishly his stretched-out legs. Then Kwami covered
spirit had kept up the fight, Kwami noticed. the other thigh, dripping sticky cold blood
His wrists were red-raw from his struggles. onto Tarzan’s sun-blistered flesh,
And even now, the apeman had not given in splattering him from knee to crutch. Thick
to unconsciousness, he’d foolishly known clotting animal blood coating Tarzan’s out-
every delicious jerk, endured every delightful stretched thighs. With another squeeze,
moment of pain. Kwami let more blood drip and soak into
Tarzan’s loincloth. From waist to knee
As Tarzan recovered under the touch of the splattered with cloying cold blood.
water, Kwami watched deadly torture scratch
its claws down the apeman’s face. Pain “What evil are you up to, Kwami?” Tarzan
returned to him with every fresh breath. The croaked from a parched throat.
agony he was feeling was excruciating. But “All will be revealed, apeman. All in good
for Kwami this torture was only a prelude for time”. Kwami’s face was covered in a
worse to come. It was in eager anticipation of knowing smirk. Then he opened the bag
that coming moment that Kwami was helping and took out the large piece of animal
his captive take on more water and help him flesh he’d been squeezing at. Dark and
revive. This was no time to let Tarzan pass rotting, stinking raw skin stripped of its
out. If only he knew what Kwami knew. The skin. Tarzan twitched slightly, frowned in
apeman had much more to suffer, a lot worse surprise when Kwami laid the meat over
to fear. And the anticipation of that moment Tarzan’s crutch. He bent down and
was just as delicious as the deed itself. More adjusted the rotting lump of meat to fit
than anything, Kwami wished Tarzan to be neatly over the resting bulge in the blood-
fully conscious when he learned of the splattered loincloth, carefully he arranged
fearsome horrors he was still to endure. some flesh to hang down between
Tarzan’s widespread legs.
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Kwami wiped his bloody fingers on
12g. Tarzan’s widespread thigh. Again, he
Kwami could scarcely contain himself with the fixed his victim with a stare. He answered
anticipation. A tingle of pleasure crept in his the apeman’s questioning frown with a
groin at the moans of his captive’s suffering. knowing smirk.
Tarzan’s fear of the inevitable, he knew, “But it must be time for me to have another
would be just as awesome as any of the taste of your woman”, he said.
punishments they’d meted out. Satisfied that He stripped off his own loincloth down to
the apeman was fully alert, Kwami held up a his feet revealing himself for Tarzan’s
cloth bag for Tarzan to see. Dirty, stained sake. His hand flicked forward to free his
red. Holding it above Tarzan’s waist, Kwami balls. Gave his cock a sensuous squeeze.
squeezed on the bag. From out of the “Give her a taste of what she has got
bottom, a thick glutinous liquid dripped. coming to her”.
Blood. Moving his hands slightly, Kwami
squeezed again and a stream of heavy For some time in his semi-consciousness,
coagulated blood dripped onto Tarzan’s Tarzan had not heard Jane. Now, seeing
loincloth. Tarzan felt the slurp of thick in his mind’s eye Kwami’s naked backside
viscous liquid land on his covering. Unable to striding across the sand, back to the forest
shift, he watched it drop thick and sticky onto and to Jane, Tarzan thought he could hear
his loins as if squeezed out of meat rotting her weak whimpering in the trees. How
inside the bag. Tarzan, through his aches many times had she been raped, he
and pains, frowned uncomprehending at the wondered. But there was no struggling left
sight of Kwami soaking his groin with blood, in him. There was no movement left to
splattering up his stomach. Not him. No writhing and fighting possible
understanding what was happening. When against his bonds. The sun had dried him
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out, sucked strength out of him. He had felt Though conscious continually of the
the blistering heat sucking away at his life, aching pains from the ropes and the wide
draining him dry with the sweat that had stretch on his legs, Tarzan had lapsed for
poured off his body and now lay caked and moments into a fitful trance. He’d lapsed
dead on his chest. There was no movement back into memories of his night with Jane,
at all in his over-straining body, he had no the wondrous feel of her soft skin under
leverage. He could not pull at the stakes. his calloused hand. Her smile as he
He’d not managed it when strong, now de- played with her hair, the playful giggle as
hydrated, he was a helpless victim in Kwami’s her finger traced up the inside of his thigh.
hands. Involuntarily, memories brought him to
arousal at the images of his lips at the top
Tarzan’s will struggled at the notion that he of her thighs, the sounds of her moaning
was totally under Kwami’s power. Truth was, as he nuzzled at her opening.
his life was completely in his enemy’s hands, Only to be ripped back to reality, tortured
it would be left to a stroke of luck that any by his impotence. Back there, she was
chance to escape would come his way. If – writhing and sobbing under the trees,
he reluctantly faced the reality – if he had any Kwami’s men pawing her, groping her, the
strength left to use it when that chance came. soft skin of her breasts trembling at their
He doubted greatly he had the strength for a touch. Invaded time and again, her
prolonged fight against superior odds. desperate pleadings and sobbings urging
And worryingly, there was that mysterious them on to ever more heartless acts.
lump of rotting meat draped hot and heavy Because they could.. Because they knew
over his groin. And clotting blood drying and Tarzan could do nothing. Because they
cracking in the heat over his wide-spread knew that, they were making her cry out
thighs. What other evil torture did Kwami still with hurt and driving him crazy with his
have in mind? powerlessness.
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Before the stretch had got so great, before
12h. the sun had dried out his mind, his
Tarzan could not believe that something had thoughts had wandered on to what was
not given yet. With every slight jerk from the next. Why had Kwami marched him for
tightening rawhide, he feared something hours to the shoreline? He kept making
would break. His whole body seemed to noises about killing Tarzan off. But he
quiver with unbearable trembles all of the could have done that on the forest. He
time as if muscle would rip from bone. Only could have done that hours ago. He could
in his fingers was there any movement. But have spent hours in the jungle torturing
even in his hands pain kept his fingers Tarzan to death. Instead, he’d marched
tensely splayed, shaking. He was light- Tarzan for hours to this beach. Tarzan
headed from lack of oxygen. For hours he’d convinced himself that Kwami’s talk of
barely taken in enough air to feed his nerve- killing him was just that, talk. It was
crippled body, almost as if a rope had been probably to meet up with slavers. Kwami
strangling his throat. was going to sell Tarzan off and gloat at
the thought of Tarzan mounting the
Unconsciousness would not take him. He lay auction block and being sold into a life in
in the utmost pain, straining and stretched in slavery. Tarzan had been staked out to
every bit of him. The searing glare of the sun keep their prize booty safe. And so they
burning into his brain, frying his mind, sick bastards could rape Jane.
depriving him of all ability to think and plan.
Even with the sun heading rapidly for the
horizon before his face, the heat of the day Once self-doubt had seized his spirit. Was
still sucked water out of the rawhide and there still some fight left in him? Could he
jerked more pain through his trembling frame. take them on and rescue Jane? If he got
For hours those rawhide strips had been himself free, would his determination and
racking his body beyond endurance. will to survive overcome this weakness?
Stripping him of strength, crippling his mind Would he have the strength to battle his
with pain. Even if released now, he doubted way to their freedom? Or was his will to
he could fight his way out. Doubted he could live dried out and useless like the sweat
flee for his life. powdering his straining chest? There
seemed no way out. His life was in
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Kwami’s hands. He feared he would not trembled at breaking point. Tarzan had
have the strength for a battle if the chance faced dire situations many times. But in
came. He prayed and hoped that fury and this one, he could conceive of only one
revenge would power his limbs, flood them way out.
with male aggression and animal fire. The
happiness he had experienced only hours ************
ago with Jane had now turned sour. He’d
found a woman he’d loved, she had returned 12i.
his feelings. And now she was being With every bit of his body, he silently
repeatedly raped. And he was being tortured screamed out his pain. Front teeth
to death. clenched tight together, the hours when
his muscles had been torn apart by his
And what of that trick with the blood? The bonds had scratched their mark in deep
piece of rotting meat still lay heavy over his furrows down his face. Eyes screwed tight
groin. What was that? about The gore that together, his cheeks ached from the strain
had soaked his loincloth had dried solid, his of gritting his teeth against unbearable
legs itched with the blood that had dried and pain. Tarzan lay spread-eagled and
cracked on his thighs. Tarzan had struggled stretched in agony on the sand. There
to guess what it meant. Perhaps Kwami had was no more sweat, his body drained of
killed him off, perhaps when Tarzan was fluid, bled dry of all his strength. A white
dead, he hoped to attract wild animals on to gritty powder covered his chest and
the beach to feed off his corpse. To get rid of stomach. The excruciating drag in his
evidence. To get wild beasts to eat his flesh biceps shrieked, trembling rapidly as
and crack his bones, dispersing his dead muscle strained to rip away from bone.
body through the forest. Or perhaps he was Light gasping breaths juddered in his
signalling to vultures circling overhead this throat, coloured with whining sobs from his
opportunity for a feast. agony. He lay straining and stretched, in a
semi-trance, seeing nothing but feeling
Whatever that rotting flesh on his groin everything. His very being quivering on
meant, Tarzan knew he’d struggle to come the verge of obliteration.
out of this alive. At best, he could hope
Kwami would turn him in for a profit and sell Kwami looked down on his victim, too far
Tarzan off to slavers. Any chances of Tarzan absorbed in his torment to know of his
rescuing Jane seemed now beyond hope. presence. The muscles in his arms
He’d listened again to try and hear her calls. quivering lightly under the strain. The
The woman he had loved passionately last muscles of his chest were pulled up and
night, at first she had called out to him in her wrapped around the apeman’s chin, his
desperation. When he still had had ribcage lifted beyond its limit, the muscles
movement, he had writhed and chaffed at the of the stomach flattened and stretched to
bonds. Her cries had been like torture to him, breaking point. Despite his release with
seething in his rage against Kwami’s men, the apeman’s woman, Kwami felt sexually
imagining them abusing her over and over charged at the sight of his captive
again. Now he listened but heard nothing. impossible stretched out and uselessly
His hearing was filled with the ringing of pain trapped. His domination over his long-
in his ears. The swish of the surf from the time enemy brought a tingle to his loins.
nearby sea. But of Jane he heard nothing.
Her cries reduced to whimpers by the pain, His eyes roamed over the taut body on the
her spirit crushed by the degradation of rape, sand. The apeman was not massively
burning with the torment she was undergoing. built. Kwami had men with him bigger and
Tarzan could not help, he could not move. more muscular. He himself was bigger,
Paralysed by bonds, bound by his own heftier. But there was an indefinable
impotence. The future for both of them was power beneath those muscles spread out
bleak. beneath him. The agonised stretch he
was suffering flattened and lengthened
He could sense the sun starting to set over them but the definition could not be
the sea. He was light-headed, felt utterly denied. And there was a strength in them
drained, feeling weak. His eyes flickered up that was more than physical power. His
at the darkening sky overhead. Every bit of men had overwhelmed the apeman but
him ached cripplingly. Every muscle was the body breathed of a strength that was
stretched beyond endurance, every joint still fighting being crushed. It exuded a
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strength, secreted a power of inner force and stretch had packed every crevice of his
authority that was the apeman’s secret to frame with shrieking pain. The agony had
survival. Kwami felt himself drawn to kneel seeped into his being, crushing his mind
down beside the apeman, let his eyes roam and drowning his spirit with anguish
freely over that pained straining muscle and beyond imagination and endurance. The
sense the apeman’s inner power tingling at heat of the day had sucked him dry of his
his fingertips. resolve, crumbled his strength to dust. He
was beyond thought, beyond hope.
Then Tarzan gave a slight twitch. Still barely Tarzan’s body was a screaming mass of
aware, his mouth gaped open, a silent torment and agony. It wanted just an end.
scream escaping from his torture, long deep
furrows of pain cutting down between his There had been no escape into
eyebrows. The skin in the armpits quivered unconsciousness. He had endured every
rapidly as if about to rip apart. The hair there second of Kwami’s torture. He could move
caked with the salt of a man being drained of nothing, terrified at every slight twitch for
his strength. Kwami felt a powerful potency the moment something would rip apart.
burning in his groin, his consuming passion to Arm from joint, muscle from bone. His
dominate and destroy this object of his hate. eyes, unseeing, peered into the sky
Yet he could not suppress his fascination with through a pain-red haze.
the energy that radiated off his tortured body.
The inner might that belied the apeman’s ************
trapped and straining muscle.
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This contest for male dominance would soon A shadow passed over his face. Racked
be won. Tarzan was already beaten in body and mind, stretched into another
physically in this fight for power. The stretch universe by unbearably agonises, Tarzan
of the leather had dragged every bit of barely registered. Then a finger wetted his
strength out of his. The burning overhead lips. Mouth gaping open, he drank
sun had nearly dried out the will to live, the greedily on the sips of water trickled slowly
determination to fight. And soon his very into his mouth. Slowly reviving, he heard
being would be ripped apart. Soon Tarzan through his straining agony,
would die from a torture of infinite brutality. “Your time has come, apeman”.
And with that, the apeman’s light would be Kwami again, Kwami’s voice. Memories of
extinguished forever. Longingly Kwami his torture slowly filtered into Tarzan’s
looked out to the sun setting over the sea. mind. His capture, the ropes, the abuse,
The cruel source of the apeman’s final the beatings, the stakes in the sand.
agonising demise. It would soon be time. Raping Jane.
Kwami opened up the bag in his hand and Despite the anger growing in his heart,
took out small pieces of meat, dropping them Tarzan accepted more drips of liquid from
between his captive’s widespread legs. Then his torturer. He needed his strength.
walking out to the orange ball of a sun, Kwami knelt beside him, his eyes boring
Kwami laid a trail from the apeman’s out- into Tarzan’s own. His hand stroking at
stretched body, dropping small pieces of the elongated muscle of the invincible
meat every few strides down towards the chest he had mastered. Tarzan strained
shoreline. The waves washing over his feet, through pain-caked eyes to find a look of
he looked back at the apeman, at the trail of victory swish over his captor’s face.
meat between him and the sea. Kwami Slowly dripping water to Tarzan’s lips,
turned to see the sun almost touching the carefully not to make him choke. Tarzan,
horizon. The sun warmed his skin, the light trapped, helpless, weakened and crippled
illuminated his face. The nearness of his with shrieking aches in the whole of his
success filled his body with a starburst of body, stared back, still burning with anger
sexual energy. The scene was set for the and defiance. Teeth clenched in
apeman’s final act. preparation for another vicious move from
his torturer, he watched Kwami extend his
For Tarzan, his body was filled only with the hand, towards his armpit. To the
depth of his agony. Not one part of him, stretched, straining, joints in his arms
deep inside and on the skin, did not scream close to ripping part. Then Kwami dug a
with the unbearable torment that had been thumb into the salt-dusted hair. He
ripping him apart. Hours of a long sustained strengthened his thumb rigid and pushed
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hard into the joint. Gouging and grinding till this tortured body, Kwami thought. When
the grimace in Tarzan’s face told him he had Tarzan’s surprise came, when night fell.
found the centre of pain. “The beach has a special phenomenon”.
Tarzan let out a hard sigh of relief when the
twisting stopped. But Kwami’s hand was 12k.
already on his chest, fingers flicking away the Something in the tone of Kwami’s voice
dried-on salt, brushing repeatedly over a switched Tarzan’s instincts to alert. He
nipple. Ready for more tricks, Tarzan was wasn’t extolling the beauty of nature.
still surprised when Kwami bent forward and Despite the sudden pangs of pain in his
licked off the salt from the hardening nub. crutch, suddenly Kwami had Tarzan’s
His body was rigid with the full-stretch but he undivided attention. He fought against his
felt his nerves go on full alert. In the pit of his exhaustion, gritted his teeth into the
stomach, he felt sick at this mauling from this stabbing ache in his balls, dragging his
pervert. But there was nothing he could do. dulled senses to the surface of his
Suddenly Kwami’s teeth bit down hard on the consciousness.
nipple and yanked a surprise yell out of his
parched throat. “Every night, at sunset, it welcomes
visitors. Rising from the sea as the sun
Tarzan’s curse was music to Kwami’s ears. disappears”.
He was claiming his prize. Savouring it like a Tarzan was suddenly on full alert.
choice tit-bit. Even better that the hot “Without fail. Every sunset”.
moistness of his woman. A sneer written Tarzan lay, agonisingly stretched, hearing
across his mouth. The sneer of a master louder now the sounds of the surf on the
over a slave. Kwami was doing this because shoreline. The gentle swish of the waves
he could. He was showing the apeman there now seemed to hiss like an imminent
was nothing Kwami could not do with him. threat. He gasped out at a sudden hard
And he would. And enjoy it. squeeze on his ball.
“Big crabs, hundreds of them”.
“Get your filthy hands off!” Tarzan croaked Kwami hesitated for the effect.
when Kwami’s hand turned to his loincloth. “Flesh-eating crabs”.
He pushed the lump of hot rotting meat aside,
felt at the loincloth caked hard in dried blood. Tarzan went cold. Kwami’s deadly plan
Rubbed his fingers repeatedly up and down was falling into place. Now Tarzan
the leather dried hard in the heat, stroking his understood. Staked-out so tight there was
thumb along the apeman’s shaft, dragging his no defence. The puzzle of the lump of
hand hard down towards the root. Stretching meat on his groin to drawn on the crabs.
the skin, the head rubbed up against the stiff Flesh-eating crabs. His legs strained
blood-caked leather. So that Tarzan felt wide-open to offer him up. The utter
himself hardening and firming against his will hopelessness of his situation against the
under Kwami’s fingers. Desperately he willed invading army from the sea.. He didn’t
it back, gritting teeth he fought an instinct to know this beach but he’d heard rumours of
push into the stroking hand. His last chance such creatures. Large carnivorous crabs
of a hand on his cock. But a torturer’s hand, with an enormous malicious pincer the
not Jane’s. He would not give Kwami that. length of a forearm. Rarely seen, the stuff
Kwami was doing it because he could. And of legends. He’d heard of them viciously
because Tarzan could not stop him. ripping at a dead pig, frenziedly tearing
flesh from bone. Tarzan had been brought
Then Tarzan’s face broke into a soundless here. For them. Staked out for them.
cry. Kwami had reached under the rotting Tarzan was being sacrificed to flesh-eating
meat and grabbed one of his balls. Took it in crabs.
a tight clench between fingers and thumb.
And squeezed hard. Because he could. “I’ve laid a trail for them. From the sea to
Because Tarzan could not stop him. you. But they’ll find you anyway. What a
“This beach .. ”, Kwami said, still squeezing, banquet. A storehouse of defenceless
watching the clenched face, the glare of human flesh. What a feast. A carcase
anger from his victim, the grimace of pain at teeming with fresh hot-blooded meat. A
the flesh twisted between his fingers. How feast. Fresh living meat, not dead.
much more agony was to be squeezed from Available, unmoving. No threat”.
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As if in prophecy, Kwami gave an extra hard biggest slice, clawing at the meat draped
squeeze on the aching balls clutched in his over his groin. Their huge clumsy pincers
hand. Squeezed them painfully in the palm digging in, ripping at the meat. Tearing at
of his flexing hand. Predicting, threatening, his balls.
reminding. Mocking Tarzan with the crush of “You’re a monster!” he swore.
a giant pincer. But that squeeze was only a
vestige of the agony as the crabs tore at him Kwami ignored his helpless captive.
there. Grimacing through the pain from the “By nightfall, they’ll be all over you. Wave
squeeze, Tarzan understood. It all made after wave they come shore. Big and old,
sense. Pinned-out, unable to move. His legs giant and small. Hundreds of the
spread impossibly wide. His crutch fully creatures nipping and clawing at your
open, available, indefensible. The rotten flesh. Cutting you apart, tearing flesh from
meat to attract the crabs. An attack on his skin. In the eternal darkness of your last
balls, the blood on his legs inviting the night, pincers ripping at your thighs.
onslaught. Kwami’s pincer-like grip on his Claws shredding at your chest. Digging
balls simulated the first crab bite made for meat over your face”.
Tarzan hiss out the pain. The bite alerting Kwami hesitated for the effect. Slowly he
Tarzan to a fearful menace. The excruciating pronounced Tarzan’s sentence of death.
pinch on his crutch under that deadly rotting “Eating you alive”.
meat. Sticky with blood, exposing his groin. He spoke the words slowly, separately.
Tarzan felt his balls turn to ice. This man was They sounded like a death drum beating
a monster. into the coming night.
“How long do you think it will take you to
Kwami stood up, held up another blood- die, apeman? One nip at a time”.
stained bag in his hand. And squeezed it till
a thick gungey stream of viscous blood Tarzan felt a shudder of horror, not able to
dripped and splattered over Tarzan’s believe that even Kwami could conceive of
stomach. Trickled it over his uplifted such a horrific death. Despite himself, he
struggling chest. Laying a trail of blood ran cold with fear. It would be a long
splattered across his face. agonising death. Hundreds of crabs
clawing at him, thousands of times their
Despite himself, Tarzan strained futilely greedy talons ripping into him. And he’d
against his bonds. Symbolically he shook his know every terrifying cut. He’d shudder
head as blood splattered into his eyes. Only with every ripping jerk. He’d cry out with
to wince in agony. And freeze again as every nip of flesh torn off his body. Hour
stabbing pains ripped down his arms at his after hour, cut after cut. He’d scream out
moves. his torment till he thankfully fainted.
Agonisingly bleeding to death.
“There’s no escape. Apeman”. Kwami spat Unconscious, but his body still tortured
out the last word. with excruciating pain. Ripping him apart,
“Lord of the jungle! Kwami sneered. torturing him to death. The crabs would
“In a very short time, with the setting of the continue feasting on his staked-out
sun, they’ll arrive. The first wave will crawl corpse. Till excruciating agonies ripped
out of the sea. In seconds, the crabs will him back to consciousness again. The
scent rotting flesh. The lump of meat on your agonies of a never-ending hell. Crabs
useless balls. Crazed with the scent of devastatingly slowly stripping him to the
available meat. The second wave will follow bone.
hearing their crazed feeding calls. Come
frenziedly scurrying over the sand. The scent His eyes met Kwami. A big knot of
of fresh meat bringing them racing towards resentment filled his throat. Tarzan knew
you. The third, fourth, fifth waves of crabs he’d have to say it. He had no choice. He
coming for you. They’ll come scrabbling just hoped that the croak in his voice
over the sand to take you. Vying with each would disguise his tone.
other for the chance of food. For a bite of “Kill me first”, he said. He tried to disguise
you.”. the tone. He knew he was pleading with
his torturer. Yet still his pride did not want
Tarzan saw it all in his mind. A fearful sight. to show it.
Giant crabs scurrying over the beach, their “You want me dead. So kill me. If you’ve
clumsy claws spinning in frenzy with the got the guts”, Tarzan taunted the man
scent, competing with each other for the who had beaten. With massive
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resentment, deep in his heart he knew Kwami “Just one hard push. Between the bones,
had defeated him. in through the flesh, puncture your heart.
And that he was begging his torturer for Your hot spurting blood bathing my
mercy. hands”.
“Now. Do it. Yourself. Not one of your Kwami put a hand to his lips and
henchmen. Not another doing your dirty symbolically licked Tarzan’s hot blood off
work. With your own bare hands. Now! Do his hand. Tarzan felt a pounding of his
it! If you’ve got it in you. If you’ve got the heart against his chest. He’d faced death
guts!”. in the past but never before had he asked
for it.
Kwami looked down at his apeman,
condemned to endless suffering at his feet. Then the blade disappeared. In his ears,
He nodded his head slowly. the swish of the surf took on an ominous
“Oh, I’ve got it in me, apeman”, he answered drone. The splash of the waves where he
back coldly. would have gambolled playfully with Jane
His eyes scanned the muscled torso pinned was still holding back that vicious blood-
out on the sand at his feet. The fabled power crazed army. Those 6-legged creatures
in those muscles soon to be ripped apart. that would leave their habitat and
Hopelessly, defencelessly stretched by manically feed on his shrieking body.
Kwami’s bonds, pulled beyond Tarzan’s
endurance. Every muscle under strain. He felt the knife blade cold against the hot
Drained of strength. Captive with helpless flesh of his navel. He glanced down his
terror. Defenceless. Hopelessly staked out. over-stretched body as best he could.
His. His prize. His victory. “Or I could slice you open. Alive. From
here …” Tarzan strained his head, he
Mastery flooded his loins. Kwami’s dropped could not see over the uplift of his chest
to his knees by Tarzan’s chest. Suddenly a but he could feel the cold tip of the blade
knife was in his hand. Tarzan’s own. travel up the soft flesh of his stomach from
“Is this what you want?” he asked groin to his ribcage, “ …to here. And
He held it pressed against Tarzan’s throat. reach inside and rip your heart out. Alive.
Instinct threw Tarzan’s head back, exposing Wrench it out with these hands”.
the pulsing throat. Kwami held it symbolically up, held it over
“Yes, I’ve got the guts. All it takes is one his mouth and made as if swallowing
quick slice”. dripping blood.
Tarzan steeled himself. Expecting to see his “Maybe roast your heart over an open fire.
own blood spurt up hot into the air before his Eat it. feed it to your woman. Us eating
eyes. He held his breath expecting to be your vanquished soul”, Kwami sniggered.
facing imminent death. But better by his own
blade that by a thousand ripping pincers. Tarzan felt sick at the thought. His heart
eaten by Kwami and his men. And Jane
The beautiful beach, the gentle swish of the forced to gulp it down. But better than the
surf, the broad swathe of golden sand. Now agony before him. Ripped to pieces by
turned into a hell, the place of Kwami’s thousands of frenzied pincers slashing at
indescribable torture, the site of his agonised his helpless flesh.
murder. Death by a thousand cuts. Death by Suddenly Kwami’s hand was back on
hundreds of blood-crazed creatures ripping Tarzan’s balls. Painfully pulled them up.
into him, eating him alive. Hard. Tarzan felt the coldness of the
blade against the ballsack squeezed in
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knife.
12l. “Or I could slice these off. In front of her.
Tarzan felt the knife against his ribs. He Feed them to you. Let you bleed to death.
glanced, it glistened orange in the dying sun. The crabs scurrying over the beach
Threatening sunset, promising the arrival of towards your hot blood. Driven crazy by
the crabs. He steeled his mind. Death was the smell of your fresh blood gushing from
hardly to be welcomed but better than facing your butchered balls. Lusting after the
alive what Kwami planned. His own knife-tip apeman’s warm dead meat”.
was pressed to his ribs. Kwami held it two-
handed, the tip of the blade pricking his skin, “Have I got it in me, apeman?”
just above his heart.
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Kwami thrust Tarzan’s knife into the sand by
Tarzan’s groaning armpit. Within reach, an +++++++++++++++
opportunity. If only he were free….
Tarzan saw the blade of his knife flash
orange in the light of the setting sun. The Final note:
dying sun that heralded the arrival of the
menace that Kwami planned to rip him apart. And just in case there’s any doubt …
“Yes, I’ve got it in me. I could kill you, In case anyone thinks of taking out a
apeman. Without a moment’s hesitation”. contract on me for finishing off Tarzan in
Kwami’s face broke into a sneer. this way, please take note of the following
“But why miss the fun?” information. After an extensive search on
the Internet, I offer this confirmation:
The end “Shore crabs do nip people when poked
and prodded. Some do shred their food
before eating. The velvet swimming crab,
which is the only ferocious tidal crab that
could do serious harm, will only attack if its
territory is invaded”.
Kwami got it wrong!
A motionless Tarzan pinned out on the
beach is no threat even to the velvet
swimming crab.
Tarzan will survive.
Man-eating crabs are a fiction.
If only Kwami had had access to the
internet.
On the other hand, …
Tarzan is still in Kwami’s hands.
Helplessly staked out. Totally dominated.
And Kwami’s going to be really pissed off.
............
Storyline continues .....
See Three-way Pull
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