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!"