Jane's Playmates (A Tarzan and Jane Adventure) by Wade Virginia

Author:Wade, Virginia [Wade, Virginia]
Language: eng
Format: mobi
Tags: romance, Nymphomaniac, orgy, Gang Bang, adventure, anal, lesbian, Erotica
Publisher: I Love Stacy
Published: 2013-08-18T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter Ten

The jungle seemed to close in around us. Carlos wasn’t able to find a hippo trail today, leaving the porters to hack out a path through heavy vines and creepers. A damp gloominess hung in the air. The intermittent rain made the trek a miserable experience. We were soaked through and chilled to the bone. Enormous trees had climbing plants wrapped around them the size of boa-constictors.

Njambi walked in front of our wagon, tall and imposing. The muddy bog that was the jungle floor did not seem to bother him. The wagon wheels periodically lodged deep in the muck, immobilizing us. It was an effort to pull them out. Once we were free, a wagon down the line would encounter the same misfortune, and the porters would have to lend their assistance. This slowed our progress considerably.

By midday, Evelyn and I were thoroughly discouraged and cold from the constant wet. I’d removed my bonnet. The straw had begun to smell like mildew. The air around us was deceptively quiet. A strange cry suddenly came from above. It cut through the stifling humidity and echoed far and wide. Several birds took flight. This sent the porters into a frenzy, and they began to shout and display signs of fear. They crouched down and covered their heads.

“What was that?” I asked.

“I haven’t a clue.” Evelyn stared at the ceiling of green.

“What the hell was that?” shouted Mr. Collins.

“It sounds like a Bull ape, boss.” Carlos appeared unsettled.

“Aah-aah-aaaaah-aah-aah..!”

“Dear lord in heaven,” gasped Evelyn. “There it is again.”

To my astonishment, several porters fled into the jungle and disappeared. I glanced at Max. He looked worried.

“Jesus Christ! We’re losin’ men!”

“Carlos turned his horse around. “I’ll try to stop ‘em, boss.”

For the next hour, Carlos negotiated with the natives. He offered more gold pieces in exchange for their loyalty. We had lost twenty porters to the strange cry that had frightened them.

“They say it’s a bad omen, boss.” Carlos looked drenched and tired. Dark, puffy bags were under his eyes. “They say it’s the great white ape, Tarzan. He’s a legend in these parts. He steals women and children, and they’re never seen again.”

Max’s features hardened. “What else is gonna go wrong today? The trail’s a damn swamp, and some crazy ape is hollerin’ like a banshee. We lost twenty men.” He spat. “Son of a bitch!”

“We should keep going, boss.” Carlos glanced around uneasily. He gripped his rifle.

Pressing into his horse’s flank, Max trotted ahead. “Give the order. Keep movin’.”

I glanced at Evelyn. “Do you think it’s real?”

“A white ape?” She looked incredulous. “Certainly not. It’s more witchcraft and superstition. These are a primitive people. They worship totems for heaven’s sakes.”

I glanced up. The trees were hanging low, interlaced with vines. The encroaching jungle continued to thicken as we lumbered through the bog. Strange birdcalls echoed. This aggravated the natives, and they glanced around furtively. Their eyes were wide with fear. They held their spears before them, as if anticipating some sort of attack. Seeing them like this set me on edge, and I began to eye the jungle with suspicion.

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