Tarzan: Hunted and Captured Tarzan moved through the jungle, swinging from vine to vine and jumping from branch to branch. His hair hung to his shoulders and his muscular body was almost identical to that of a Greek god. His skin had been tanned by spending his entire life out in the wild. Despite clearly being caucasian he was in nothing alike to a regular european as he moved through the trees with the grace of a monkey. Tarzan had received a message to come to a Temple deep in the Jungle. He knew the place and had been there before. However he was curious who wanted to speak him. The note had been delivered through the mail and was signed with: A fan. Tarzan slowly approached the temple ruins. The stone temple was covered by plants and clearly the temple had been abandoned centuries ago. However Tarzan always felt uneasy at temples like this. He felt like Gods from ages that had long past were watching him from the dark shadows of the ruins. Tarzan slowly approached the walls and walked through a hole in the wall. He would go to the center of the temple. Tarzan was curious who the mysterious person was that wanted to meet him. As he entered the temple he suddenly felt a jolt of fear through his body. It was like his instinct warned him for some danger. Tarzan had felt it before when a jaguar had tried to approach him. Tarzan looked around but did not see anyone. Guess it is just the Temple that gives me the creeps, he thought as he kept walking forward. All but undetected by the ape man's acute senses, a mysterious figure watched Tarzan from afar, stirring soundlessly in the shadows. Through high-powered binoculars, the silent watcher followed Tarzan as his bronze, muscular body crept stealthily through the overgrown ruins of the jungle temple. Tarzan's nostrils flared, as he picked up the scents of those nearby. The mysterious spy had previously rigged the temple with decoy scents placed at various locations, each registering to Tarzan's jungle senses as the breeze changed. The decoy scents couldn't hope to actually fool Tarzan, but rather confuse and disorient him. The binoculars followed the jungle lord's movements through the ruins. The decoy scents were not all that had been prepared for Tarzan's arrival... A variety of traps and snares lay hidden throughout the temple. Tarzan knew something suspicious was at hand... but how could he have known he was walking into such a deviously laid trap...?? As Tarzan moved deeper in the temple ruins the feeling of someone watching him increased. Looking around he could not see anyone. He convinced himself it was the presence of the temple playing tricks on his mind. As he moved silently forward he suddenly picked up a scent. There was at least one human nearby and he was close. He looked but could not see anyone. Whoever it was, was hiding himself well. Listening carefully he attempted to pick up the sound of footsteps, breathing or anything that could help him locate the presence of the human. However he did not hear anything. Cautiously he stealthily crawled backwards. He would create some distance and then circle around the direction the scent came from and try to sneak up on the hidden person. However as he crawled away the wind started to turn. Suddenly he picked up more scents. There were people behind him! Tarzan turned around but did not see anyone. There was not a single sound except for his own nearvous breathing. Something was very wrong here, he thought as he could not make sense of the situation. In most situations he could literally close his eyes and rely on his hearing and smell alone to locate persons and animals around him. He focussed on the scents and smelled at least two humans. He also picked up another scent of unknown orgin. It smelled like a animal but it was something he had never smelled before. The mysterious figure hidden in the shadows could not help but smile while watching through the high powered binoculars as Tarzan looked around panicked. Tarzan was confused by the contradictions of the information his senses gave him. He was smelling a unknown creature and a least three people that seemed to have surrounded him. However at the same time he did not see anything and there was not a single sound of anything laying in a ambush for him. Deep in his mind a fear for something unnatural began to rise. He was at a temple of a last culture, were there ghosts here? or was some dark god playing tricks on him? Tarzan shook away the thought as he looked around trying to figure out what was happening to him. However then the wind slightly turned. Tarzan smelled something else. His eyes opened wide as he recognized the distinctive scent of a jaguar. Confused he looked around expecting to see something moving. His mind was telling him these invisible creatures were surrounding him. Confused he moved deeper in the temple ruins. As he looked around for movement he did not see the huge variety of carefully hidden traps and snares that lay hidden through the temple ruins. Tarzan crept carefully through the ruined temple, suspicious of an ambush, and on his guard for whatever hidden dangers lay in store. His muscles rippled as he glided across the jungle floor, using shadows and vegetation to conceal his movements. Tarzan kept his keen eyes peeled for any sign of danger. He took another step, and felt his ankle snap an almost invisible trip-wire strung near the ground... Tarzan jerked and leapt backward using his heightened jungle reflexes to just narrowly avoid a heavy cargo net trap that had sprung up from the ground! PFFFFFTTT!!!! The cargo net pulled taut on spring-powered pistons, hoisting the empty net several feet into the air. Simultaneous spring-loaded triggers shot several lengths of steel cable from hidden launchers... THHPP THHP THHPP... the spring-loaded cables whirled around the cargo net, winding around the trap... meant to secure whatever victim the net had snared. Tarzan gazed up fiercely, eyeing the sprung trap that had so nearly ensared him. Whoever engineered this wasn't your average hunter or trapper, Tarzan mused. And this trap certainly wasn't the only one that had been laid here for him... Tarzan tried to ignore the scents distracting him. They must be fake or it must be people who are heavily concealed. However the trap that nearly caught him had impressed him. A expert hunter had set that trap and clearly that hunter had spend a lot of time thinking about how to capture him. The hunter must be nearby, somewhere. Tarzan looked around with his sharp eyes but could not detect the presence of anyone. Whoever this hunter was he was highly skilled. Tarzan realized he had to get out of this booby trapped temple areau. As the wind turned he noticed the scents again. It must be a distraction for me, he thought as he did his best to ignore it. Moving cautiously away he was not aware of the motion detector that was concealed under the bushes. A light sound made him aware he had activated something. A crossbow hidden inside a tree got triggered. His lightning fast reflexes allowed Tarzan to duck away. The tranquilizer dart pierced the air where his shoulder been a fraction of a second ago. Tarzan looked around cautiously. The two traps he had activated where better then any trap he had ever encountered. Who was this person trying to catch him? As silent as possible Tarzan slowly moved forward. He focussed on his senses as he was aware there must have been multiple other threats hidden around him. He felt concerned as he was aware the person who had put this traps must have anticipated his moves and probably had other methods as well in case the traps would not work. Aware he was being hunted, Tarzan stuck low to the ground, hoping to devise an escape route. His keen peripheral vision caught the glint of sunlight off an object in the bushes--another crossbow! As the weapon fired its dart, Tarzan's jungle reflexes allowed him to spring backward in a long arc, twisting his body as he leapt to avoid the crossbow bolt. Tarzan successfully avoided the hidden crossbow trap, but as he landed, he felt his ankle snap another nearly invisible tripwire running low across the ground. In an instant, the grass and leaves underneath Tarzan's feet were pulled out from under him, and upward... another hidden cargo net trap!! The triggered net drew tight around the ambushed ape man, and hoisted him about eight feet into the air. THHPP!! THHPP!! Tarzan heard hidden launchers fire two lengths of steel cable into the air, whirling past the hoisted cargo net and wrapping around it. Each steel cable sliced through the air, encircling the captive jungle king in the net, circling his body in different directions. The cables bound their captive instantly, before he could orient himself or pull free of the heavy netting. One cable whirled around Tarzan's legs and feet, pinning them together, as the second cable encircled his arms and chest, pinning his hands at his sides. THHPP THHPP!!! The cables wound around his body several times, then the ends of the cables entwined and knotted with each other, tightening themselves into an escape-proof meshwork around Tarzan's struggling body. Tarzan grunted and thrashed as in an instant, he was netted and cable-bound. He flexed his mighty muscles but neither the cargo net or steel cables seemed to give or slacken, and being hoisted off his feet deprived him of much needed leverage. He wasn't sure who had laid these traps so keenly, but the hunter couldn't be far off. Tarzan realized he may only have precious seconds to work himself free before the mysterious trapper would arrive to collect his quarry... The mysterious figure hidden in the shadows watched through the high powered binoculars as the ape man fell for the trap. The person smiled as Tarzan was trapped in the net. "The King of the Jungle is caught, my employers will be pleased." the person thought with a satisfied laugh. Then slowly the person stood up and begon to calmly walk towards the captured prey. Tarzan flexed and squirmed his body hard against the cables that kept him trapped. He used all his power in his muscular body but the steel cables were not giving an inch. The first cable was encircled around his legs and ankles and the second was wrapped around his upperbody and kept his wrists and arms tightly pressed against his sides. Despite his powerfull body he was not able to get any slack in the cables and the net that bound him. His struggles only resulted in him tiring himself as the cables were holding him secure. He stopped his struggling as he started to feel helpless. Wrapped in the net he felt like a fly trapped in a web waiting for the hungry spider. He had never felt this helpless before in his life. Whoever had planted these traps must be both highly skilled and knowledgeable. He had never encountered anything like this before. Frustrated he looked around and suddenly noticed something moving. Tarzan turned his head to the right and noticed a person calmly walking down the hill towards him. Because of his hanging position Tarzan could only look at the person from the corner of his eyes. The spider is comming to inspect the fly, Tarzan thought as he noticed the calm pace of the person. The hunter walked like all the time of the world was available for this moment. The person stopped and Tarzan could now take a better look at the person. His captor was wearing a wide green cape covering most of the body and comming to the knees. The head of the mysterious hunter was hidden beneath a dark hood, which hid the face of the person in the shadow. Tarzan was unable to see if the person was male or female. He noticed that the person wore a belt with various equipment attached to it. Tarzan noticed a small gun, a hunting knife and what looked like various syringes. In what seemed like a eternity the person stood there and just looked up at Tarzan who was hanging there wrapped up in the cargo net and the steel cables. "Who are you?" Tarzan said. The person simply ignored him and slowly stepped to the right and left, seemingly inspecting the captured ape man. Tarzan tried to look defiant but could not help feeling afraid. Who was this person? What will happen to me? he thought as the questions raced through his mind. After what felt like an eternity the person slowly reached for a piece of equipment hanging from the belt. To his schock Tarzan recognized the item as a blowdart used by tribal hunters. This confused Tarzan even more as he would suspect someone who used high tech traps would not use a blowdart. Slowly the person put the blowpipe to its mouth and aimed carefully. Tarzan tugged at the cables but knew there was nothing he could do. The person seemed to enjoy the frustration of the Jungle king. Then the person fired the blowpipe and the dart hit Tarzan straight in his chest. Tarzan winched in pain as he looked down and noticed the dart was stuck in right pectoral muscle just below his nipple. He started to feel a numbing feeling in his chest which quickly expanded to his arms and legs. Tarzan tried to stay awake as best as he could but the sedative was slowly taking control of him. His body went numb and his vision started to blur. He looked down at the mysterious hunter that watched motionless at his futile struggle against the sedative. "What will happen to me?" Tarzan thought and then he passed out. Some time later, Tarzan began to drift back into consciousness. It seemed like hours had passed, but he couldn't be sure. He still felt groggy from the blowdart drug, and feeling in his limbs began to slowly return. He was laying face down on the jungle ground, and could hear the sound of a river nearby. Tarzan remained still, feigning unconsciousness until his strength returned, and until he knew more about his mysterious captor. As sensation returned to his arms and legs, Tarzan realized his hands were tied behind his back. He quietly flexed his wrists; it felt like they had been bound with thin steel cables, which he could feel looped around his waist and torso, pinning his bound hands against the small of his back. He felt more cables looped around his biceps and shoulders. Trying not to attract attention, Tarzan slowly twisted his body on the ground--his ankles were crossed and bound, and more steel cables were wound around his legs and knees, pinning them helplessly together. Tarzan flexed his arms and legs a little further, but to no avail--his captor had gone to great lengths to bind him securely, and the cables bit painfully into Tarzan's skin the harder he pulled against them. As his senses slowly returned, he realized he was not alone. Tarzan listened to the footsteps of his captor nearby. Calm and unhurried. Tarzan realized the mysterious man was loading or preparing a boat of some kind. From the river sounds, he figured they were still less than a mile from the temple ruins. Tarzan continued to feign unconsciousness as the man loaded the boat with bags, supplies of some kind. The bound and helpless jungle lord hoped to learn something about his captor if he could, and kept quiet and still, pretending to still be knocked out... Tarzan kept quiet and did not move as he pretended he was still passed out. The mysterious hunter calmly loaded the boat. Then he slowly walked towards Tarzan. Tarzan kept his body limp and his eyes closed as the hunter lifted him up with suprising ease. Carrying him over the shoulder the hunter carried him on board. Carefully the mysterious tracker put the captured Jungle King on the deck. Tarzan was laying face down on the deck as the hunter started the engine and the boat started to move. Feigning unconsciousness Tarzan listened quietly hoping he would learn something. However the hunter did not make a single sound as he skillfully piloted the boat over the river. A hour went by and suddenly Tarzan heard the sound of a phone. The hunter picked it up. "Hello." he said with a deep calm voice. It was the first time Tarzan had heard him say anything. Howevever he could hear from the voice this man was calm. Clearly this person was experienced and not panicked easily. This made Tarzan even more aware of the hopelessness of this situation. "Did you captured the ape-man?" a female voice asked. Tarzan listened carefully at the voice of the unkown caller. The female had a english accent and spoke sophisticated and with a hint of arrogance. Tarzan calculated she was probably wealthy and used to giving orders and expecting them be carried out to the letter. "Yes, I have him captured and tied down securely." the hunter spoke with his calm deep voice. "That is good." the female voice said and Tarzan clearly recognized the features of aristocracy in her voice. "I prepared a chopper to bring him to us. You should meet the chopper four mile down the river from where you are now." Tarzan heard that she tried to sound calm but was unable to hide her excitement. Whoever she was she was clearly looking forward to this moment. "Understood ma'am I will be there quickly." the hunter spoke. "Anything else?" The women paused as she seemed to hesitate for a moment. "Is he truly... was he hard to capture? Is he truly as magnificent as told?" the female asked as she made no attempt to hide her excitement at all. "Yes, he evaded some of my best traps, he is something I had never encountered before. I am sure you and your husband will be pleased." the hunter spoke as there clearly sounded some admiration in his voice for his captured prey. "Oh that is great, I can not wait to get my hands on him and see for myself." the women said with a eager voice. "You will be rewarded handsomely for your performance." Then a click and she hung up. Tarzan took a moment to process what he had just learned. Some rich couple had hired this hunter to capture him. An now they wanted him for some unknown purpose. He thought about ways to escape but the steel cables were not allowing him any movement. Suddenly he heard footsteps as the hunter slowly walked towards him. Tarzan kept his body limp. "I know you are awake." the hunter said with his deep voice. I bet you heard that entire conversation. As you now know some people are desperate to meet you. Tarzan tried to look at the hunter but the steel cables were so tight he could not turn around. "What do they want from me?" Tarzan asked trying to sound defiant. "No idea, I just wanted the challenge of capturing you." the hunter said. Then Tarzan felt a cold sting in the side of his neck and he realized he got injected with a syringe. He felt the warm breath of the hunter as he spoke. "I think it is best if I keep you sedated untill you arive at your destination." Tarzan tried to say something but black dotts appeared in his vision and within seconds darkness engulfed his mind and he was unconscious. Tarzan woke with a startle, his body jerking, thick muscles working uselessly. Tarzan grunted as he looked around. He was lying spread-eagled on a long table, arms and legs pulled wide apart and bound with leather straps that immobilize him completely. Muscles jump as he hauls on the leather bonds binding him, but they hold firm. Thick muscles on his chest bunch as he strained, but as the bonds do not give an inch he gives up. A thick ballgag filled his mouth, the straps digging into the corners of his mouth. He glared around the room and realized he was in a large, expensive looking living room with various trophies and animal heads positioned on the wall. He then hears a sound and a woman walks in the room. She was one of the palest women he had ever seen, her almost milk-white skin glowing under the light from the overhead chandeliers. She stood about 5'7" in her two inch heels - - with a curvy hourglass figure, double D's on proud display in her low-cut dress. Her long, perfectly styled, blond hair came down halfway down her back in a thick waterfall. She had large facial features - big blue eyes framed with heavy purple eyeshadow, a long elegant nose, rouged cheeks and a wide mouth with lipstick the same purple color as her eye makeup. Her red dress showed a wide valley of cleavage in front and her bare back (although you couldn't see much of that with her hair in the way). Her outfit was finished with stockings, black spike high-heels, a huge gold necklace with three bright blue diamond-shaped gems set in the center, and several flashy rings on her long fingers. Seeing Tarzan was awake she walked towards the table with a gloating smile. "Well, Tarzan," she said, tracing a hand over his chest, her fingertips ghosted over his tanned skin. "I did not think it would be so easy to have you captured, I expected a bit more from the King of the Jungle!" she laughed mockingly. "But I am quite satisfied," she went on. "I looked forward to have you for myself, I love to collect rare finds - lots of people are interested in you. Several rich men and women have allready expressed interest in having you as their sexslave. Before that, of course," she added, leaning over Tarzan, her full breasts pressed close to his face. "I will personally test you and review if you are as amazing as I heard. Perhaps if I am impressed I will keep you for myself!" she said with a laugh. "I could keep you for myself and me and my husband could tame you. Forcing you to satisfy us in every way we want. And we could simply turn you into a heartrugg once we are bored with you. Using you as a trophy to impress visitors." "But before that. . ." she lets her words trail off, placing both her hands on Tarzan's chest, pressing into his muscled torso, she runs her hands over his every curve, tracing every line of muscle, despite Tarzan blushing a deep red of humiliation: he grunted angrily into his gag, shaking his head, jerking helplessly in his bonds. The woman laughed at his useless struggles. She pinched his nipples between her thumbs and index fingers, squeezing them hard. "Mhmmm!" Tarzan cries out through his gag, arching his back as far as he can, swinging his body desperately from side to side in the limited space the bonds allowed him. The woman's smile growed. "Say, do these go all the way up to ten?" she asked mockingly, then twisted his nipples. "MHMMMMMPHG!" Tarzan screamed, struggled wildly, pain flaring in his body like he'd never felt before - perhaps he'd felt worse pain before, but never in this way. The woman twisted his nipples the other way, watching, amused, as he screamed and gasped. Finally, laying off his nipples, she ran a hand down his body, pressing into his taut belly, then slipping into his loincloth. Tarzan stared at her, wide-eyed as her questing fingers brushed over his manhood. "Oooh, impressive!" she spoke, giving him an admiring smile. "I bet Jane loves to hold onto your vine!" She laughed at her own joke, stroking his cock with her fingers,against his will,his cock stirred under her attention, shifting as blood flows hotter. "Too bad your wheenie is mine now!" She said, shooting Tarzan a mocking look as she pulled his manhood out; Tarzan closed his eyes with a despairing moan as she wrapped her fingers around his thickening shaft, running her fingers up and down his erect manhood. Moving, the woman walked to the edge of the table, standing between Tarzan's feet. She leaned down, lowering herself to the tabletop, her firm breasts pressing hard into the hardwood; she lowered her face to Tarzan's crotch, and stopped, her soft red lips only a few inches from the tip of his cock. Glancing up his long body, she met Tarzan's horrified gaze with another of her mocking smiles. Her soft lips pared, and she blew a hot breath of air over the head of his cock; it twitched, responding to the strange treatment, then she lowered herself the last few inches, her lips parting wide, then closing gently around it. Sucking gently at the tip of his cock, the woman slipped her right hand underneath her, pressing her hand to her right breast, she fondled herself, her strong fingers kneading and digging into her soft flesh while Cap's cock hardened in her mouth, pressing out as it growed. Her left hand, Yvonne slipped down into her own pants, her firm fingers stroking across her slit while she lowered her lips over Tarzan's cock, slowly taking his whole length into her mouth. She moaned softly, tracing her tongue over the length of his manhood while she ran her lips up and down his shaft, her voice growing softer as his cock swells, filling her mouth. She took him into the back of her throat, the tip of his manhood pressing into her; moaning softly, her fingers pressed into her clit even as she carefully took him into her throat, with long practice ignoring her gag reflex, easily taking his entire length until her lips are wrapped around the base of his shaft. She squeezed her own breast, listening with wicked delight to Tarzan's gagged moans. She can feel her own pleasure rising as she pulled herself back, running her lips back up his cock until she once again held the tip of his cock between her lips, tracing the tip of her tongue over it. Once more she took him in her mouth, sliding her lips and tongue down his long shaft, taking him into her throat; She doesn't stop there, but strokes back up, then down again, bobbing her head up and down while Tarzan's moans rise, helpless and lost in a tide of forced pleasure. She stroked and pinched herself, her own pleasure rising as she felt him buck and jerk beneath her, his cock twitching, then exploding in her mouth, hot salty cum pouring over her tongue. She trembled and shuddered as he cummed hard, swallowing just as hard, sucking hard at the tip of his cock to draw out every last drop of his cum; she laps at his cock with her tongue, licking up every drop. She straightened up. Wiping her mouth, she smiled down at him. "I hope you enjoyed that!" she said. "It'll be the last pleasure you'll get for a while!"