Tara, The Jungle Amazon
by M.C.
Arrogant businessman meets jungle Amazon


Author's note : The inspiration for this story is the illustration of the
massive woman holding the enormous club pictured in the Clubhouse section of
Diana's site.

10,000 B.C.

The small object sped through space as it had been doing for uncounted eons of
time. As it approached the blue watery planet below it's exterior began to
heat up and burn in the planet's upper atmosphere. By the time it impacted on
the surface, the meteorite was no larger than a pebble. Embedding itself in
the ground, the extraterrestrial 'visitor' united with the native soil and,
together, produced a unique type of plant; a one-time quirk of alien and
terrestrial biology that remained untouched for centuries.

500 years later...

She was lost. Warned by her parents never to stray too far from the village,
the small, curious twelve - year old girl nevertheless ventured out too far
and now couldn't find her way back home. She was lost and hungry. As she
searched the forest floor for something edible, her keen eyes spotted
something strange, something she'd never seen before. Sitting down near the
small patch of sweet smelling blue flowers, hunger forced her to taste one. To
her surprise, it was delicious. She ate another...and another...and, before
too long, she had devoured the entire patch. Just after the stone-age girl had
consumed the last of these strange blue flowers, she heard the cries of the
village search party calling out her name; they found her, she was saved.

It wasn't long afterwards that the girl began to notice some peculiar changes
taking place in her physiology. She seemed to be growing at much a faster pace
than her friends of the same age. In addition, she was getting stronger...much
stronger. So much so that by the time she was 15, she was the strongest person
in the village, by far. At first it was difficult for many of the men to
accept that a 15 year old girl was stronger than the strongest men in the
villiage, but eventually they had to come to terms with it; indeed, they
didn't have any other choice. Many times she returned to the place where she
had eaten the strange flowers, but they never grew back. When she took a mate
and procreated, her daughter ( but not her son) seemed to have also acquired
her unique strength and growth characteristics... as would her
granddaughter...and her great - granddaughter... and so on, down through the
generations...

2000 A.D.

Mike Wilson stared out at the clouds as the company's private jet took off; it
had been a very successful business trip. As the jet headed back for
California from the Far East, the highly successful business executive sipped
his Johnny Walker Blue Label scotch whiskey and smiled. He had completed his '
big deal ' , he would now - in all likelihood - get a fat bonus plus the
promotion he had been working so hard for during the past several months; lord
knows he earned it. Life couldn't be going better for the hard driving, self
centered businessman. As the jet climbed to 20,000 feet on it's way back to
the United States, Mike felt supremely confident in himself, totally in
control of his life and his surroundings; everything seemed to be going his
way....and then the lightning struck the jet.

At first it felt like a " thud " and the jet shook violently. Mike had been in
more than his share of thunderstorms and wasn't too concerned...until the jet
began to lose altitude...rapidly...very rapidly. Since it was a corporate jet,
he was the only passenger. Mike heard screaming coming from the cockpit, "
Mayday, mayday...engines out...losing altitude fast, going to crash... " The
pilot came out and screamed at Mike to brace himself for impact...they would
be hitting the water very soon. Seconds later the jet struck the ocean and all
hell broke loose, Mike never saw the pilot again. The jet broke apart and
water quickly began to pour in. Struggling with all his strength, Mike somehow
managed to escape the doomed jet and reach the surface. But the effort had
sapped his endurance. As the jet began to sink into the deep Pacific Ocean, it
sucked Mike down with it. Fighting with his last ounce of strength, Mike tried
to remain above the surface; it was a losing battle. " This is it, " he
thought to himself; " it's all over." As he began to descend to his watery
grave the last thing he remembered before losing consciousness, was the
powerful grip that grabbed him around the neck and began to pull him up,
towards the surface.

When he came to he found himself dangling about six feet above the ground,
straddled over what appeared to be a massive shoulder. A strong arm was
wrapped around his ankles to prevent him from falling as they moved at a quick
pace through what seemed to his groggy mind to be dense jungle undergrowth.
The ease with which his 200 pound body was being supported, and the speed at
which they were traveling, suggested someone with great physical strength. As
he was facing the back of the person who was carrying him, Mike had no idea
what he looked like; but he was sure of one thing...he sure was strong. After
what seemed like hours, they approached a clearing in the jungle. Mike found
himself in what appeared to be a very primitive village, complete with grass
huts and scantily clad inhabitants. As they entered the village, all the
people stopped and stared. Slowly, Mike was lowered to the ground, and for the
first time, he could gaze upon the person who had rescued him from the plane
crash and almost certain death. As he looked up at his rescuer Mike's mouth
dropped and he stood there in utter shock...his rescuer was a woman.

It took a few moments for this to sink in. She wasn't 'just' a woman; she was
the most massive person, man or woman, that Mike had ever seen. She must have
stood at least six feet six inches tall and weighed over 350 pounds. In
addition to that, she appeared to be made of solid muscle. Her hair was tied
up above her head in a bone of some sort and she was wearing nothing more than
some animal hide wrapped around her huge breasts and waist. (Readers may, at
this point ,want to take a look at the illustration of the woman holding a
club at the top of clubhouse section of Diana's site). Though no slouch
himself - Mike stood 6' 2" tall and weighed 200 pounds - he was completely
dwarfed by this stone - age Amazon.

As he stared up at this mountain of a woman she smiled at him. Pointing her
finger at herself, she said "Tara". Then, pointing her finger at him, she
blurted out some words in a language that was totally incomprehensible to him.
He assumed she wanted to know his name ; " Mike" he answered. Slowly Tara
pronounced the name several times, " Mike, Mike" - until she got it right.
Mike suddenly felt weak; his ordeal had taken it's toll. Staggering forward he
was caught by Tara's powerful arm that scooped him up and placed him, once
again, over her massive shoulder. While making her way towards one of the
grass huts, she kept repeating to herself," Mike, Mike."

Mike must have slept for many hours because when he awoke it was morning. He
was lying in what seemed to be a bed of some sort. It was made out of what
appeared to be the hide of some kind of animal and lay on the dirt floor of
the hut. His wet and dirty clothes had been removed and he was now wearing a
garment made of animal hide, similar to that of the bed. Though still somewhat
groggy, Mike looked around at the sparse surroundings. No television, no
computer, no espresso machine...not even a telephone; where the hell was he?
The only thing that stood out were several large clubs that lay in a corner.
They appeared like baseball bats only much larger. Mike tried, but could
barely lift one of them. " My God, these must weigh 150 pounds ", he said to
himself. Just then the grass curtains that passed for the door of the hut
separated and the massive woman entered.

" Where am I ? " Mike asked. The quizzical look on her face indicated to Mike
that she didn't understand a single word he said. " I'll give you mucho money
if you can take me to the nearest telephone." Again, a blank stare. She smiled
down at him and pointed to herself," Tara ", she said softly; then pointing to
him, " Mike ". Mike fell back on the bed and thought to himself, " great, I
close the biggest deal of my life and now I'm stuck here with the
Flintstones." Staring up at Tara, who now towered over him, Mike sighed, "
I've got to get the hell out of this place as soon as possible and back to
civilization where I belong."

He rose from the bed and went out of the hut to examine his surroundings. He
guessed that the jet had crashed somewhere near a remote island somewhere in
the Pacific Ocean. Given the primitive lifestyle of the villagers, he assumed
this place hadn't been exposed to any outside influence in years...perhaps
much longer...perhaps... never. " Could such a thing be possible ", Mike
thought to himself. " Could these people have been completely isolated from
human contact for hundreds, even thousands of years ? Was this island just one
of those small, insignificant places that the rest of humanity simply passed
over? If so, would he ever be found? That thought sent shivers down his spine.

Everywhere he went Mike was followed by Tara, the enormous woman who rescued
him. Despite her tremendous size, and obvious strength, she had a softness to
her...and she seemed to like him. Mike was awed by her physical presence,"
she'd sure make one hell of a fullback " he thought. Nobody else in the
village even approached her in size; except a much older woman who gave him
and Tara a strange smile when she saw them. Stranger still was the way Tara
smiled back at her...was something going on here? As they made their way
around the area, Tara would point to something, a rock or a tree, and wait for
Mike to say what it was in English. After he would say it, she would then
repeat it to herself several times until she felt she got it right. To Mike's
surprise, Tara seemed to catch on very quickly and, within a few hours, they
could actually hold rudimentary conversations. " What this, Mikey ? " she
would ask; " where Mikey from ? " Mike actually found it rather humorous; this
gigantic woman speaking in simple, childlike English.

They came to a very large skeleton, much larger than any elephant Mike had
ever seen. In fact, it looked like some sort of huge, ancient prehistoric
animal...a dinosaur? Many of the bones appeared to have been shattered. Tara
pointed at it and made a 'growling' sound; " bad, bad " she said. Just then
they heard a real growling sound, and it seemed very close. All of the
villagers stopped what they were doing and looked nervously over at Tara. She
simply smiled and nodded. Majestically, she entered her hut and soon emerged,
carrying one of the enormous clubs Mike had seen earlier. Despite it's size,
Tara carried it over her shoulder as if it were a baseball bat and began to
walk in the direction of the threatening sound. With ever increasing curiosity
Mike tried to follow her but she put up her hand and said in a surprisingly
firm tone which froze him in his tracks," Mikey stay here, Tara come back
soon." With that, she turned around and disappeared into the jungle.

The growling sound continued for a few minutes and then everybody heard a loud
' CRACK '. There were now loud cries of screeching followed by another ' WHAM
'...and then silence. Mike stood perplexed as the villagers all seemed
relieved and comely returned to their business. Shortly afterwards Tara
emerged from the jungle. She was carrying her club over her shoulder in her
right hand. In her left she was dragging behind her the lifeless body of -
Mike couldn't believe his eyes - a huge saber-tooth tiger. She easily dragged
the creature - which must have weighed 500 pounds - over to a large hut where
several people were waiting. She lifted the carcass up onto a rock and the
people then began to cut it open with sharp rocks. The tough hide they would
use for clothes and the meat would be shared by all the people in the village.
With a casualness that amazed Mike, Tara put her club back inside her hut and
returned to where he stood; as if nothing out of the ordinary had happened.
Out of the corner of his eye, Mike caught another cryptic smile from the large
elderly woman.

For the rest of that day, Mike was in a trance. Where was he, and who is this
gargantuan woman that can kill a fierce saber-tooth tiger (an animal that was
supposed to have been extinct for thousands of years) as casually as an
American woman would go shopping at the local supermarket? And, more
importantly, how the hell was he ever going to get off this island; an island
that seems to have somehow escaped any contact with the 'civilized' world for
eons? He was an important business executive, he had plans for the future, BIG
plans. He'd always been in control of his life. Ever since he left home for
college he had things his own way. He was brilliant, hard driving and
successful. Now, for the first time in his adult life, he found himself in a
situation over which he had no control...and it scared him.

As Mike lay on the animal hide bed in Tara's hut, wrestling with these
thoughts, she entered. " Now we eat, Mikey." Though she said it in a calm
tone, there was no doubt that he had no choice but to go with her; which only
added to his predicament. Like his professional life, he'd always been in
control of his personal life as well. The star wide - receiver on his college
football team, he always had girls swooning over him, which only served to
feed his macho ego. Working his way up the corporate ladder, he found women by
the dozen. He would date one until a more attractive woman came along, then he
would move on to her. Now, he found himself in a completely different
situation; one in which he was subservient to a woman. "Mikey," Tara repeated
in a slightly sterner tone, " we eat now." Slowly, reluctantly, Mike got up
and followed her out.

As was the village custom, whenever an animal was killed a feast was held.
Mike followed Tara out to the center of the village where all the inhabitants
sat in a large semi - circle. In the middle, roasting over a large open fire,
were the remains of the saber - tooth tiger that Tara had killed earlier in
the day. Everyone - except Mike - appeared to be enjoying themselves. While
they were sitting around eating, the large, elderly woman - who Mike now
deduced was Tara's mother - rose to speak. In a language which Mike could not
understand, she spoke - he did manage to make out two words however, " Tara "
and " Mike ". Perplexed, he looked over at Tara who was sitting next to him.
When she saw the confused expression on his face she said smiling, " Mikey now
belong to Tara "...and Mike exploded.

" What the HELL are you talking about ?, " he screamed, " I don't belong to
anybody...NOBODY !!! You primitive barbarians, YOU STONE AGE FREAKS !!! I'm
getting the HELL out of here as soon as possible !!! " The whole village
became quiet. Mike continued, yelling at Tara," you think that just because
you saved me that you own me, what kind of BULLSHIT is this ? I'm a very
important person, NOBODY tells me what to do !!! " Tara, of course, didn't
understand a word he was saying - and it's probably just as well for Mike that
she didn't. What she did understand, however, is that he was speaking to her
disrespectfully in front of the entire village; and this, she simply could not
allow. Rising to her full height, Tara grabbed Mike under his chin and easily
lifted his 200 pounds off the ground. " Mikey bad boy, " she said, "Tara teach
lesson ".

She effortlessly carried the struggling man over to a near- by rock and sat
down. Yanking Mike across her knee she removed his garment and repeated,"
Mikey bad boy, Tara teach lesson. " Then, in front of the entire village, she
began to spank the arrogant business executive. Although she used only a
fraction of her great strength, it still hurt like hell. Added to this was the
fact that he was being spanked in front of everybody; he was being publicly
humiliated...something he had never experienced before in his entire life. It
wasn't long before the pain and humiliation overwhelmed his pride and Mike
Wilson - master of his universe - broke down and began to cry. Tara allowed
him to cry for a minute or two - letting her lesson sink in - before she rose
and, cradling the humiliated man in her mighty arms, carried him off to her
hut. As she lay the crying man down on the bed, Tara smiled and said softly,"
Mikey be good boy now ". That night Mike cried himself to sleep.

He awoke early the next morning. The pain in his backside was nothing compared
to the pain of his wounded pride. He looked over at the sleeping Tara and said
to himself, " I've got to get out of here. Got to get to the beach. I'll make
a boat, swim if I have to....I've just got to get the hell off this crazy
island." Silently, so as not to awaken Tara, he got up and crept out of the
hut. Nobody was up as Mike left the village, he had made a clean escape.
Although he had no idea where he was headed, he choose a direction and began
walking," eventually I'll get to the ocean; anywhere is better than living
with that stone - age Amazon...anywhere."

He hadn't walked far before he heard a strange sound coming from behind
him...an ominous sound. He couldn't describe it but he was beginning to feel
as if he was being stalked. Tara ? No, this was something larger, much larger.
He remembered the skeleton of that gigantic animal he thought might have been
a dinosaur. "Don't be silly," he said to himself," dinosaurs vanished 65
million years ago... but then, aren't saber - toothed tigers also supposed to
be extinct ? " As Mike walked on the sound seemed to be getting closer... and
more threatening. He came to a clearing in the jungle and began to cross it.
Halfway across, he heard tree limbs snapping and then a loud " ROAR ". Turning
around his blood froze, for there - not more than thirty feet away from him -
stood a huge Tyrannosaurus Rex, baring down on him. For the second time in the
last three days, Mike thought to himself, " this is it...it's over."

Suddenly, from out of the jungle behind him, a large human figure leaped
out...it was Tara. " Mikey stay here ", she yelled, " Tara help." Mike stood
in utter shock as the six foot - six inch 350 pound Amazon with her enormous
club faced off against the twenty - foot tall, eight ton dinosaur. He couldn't
believe his eyes; was she willing to risk her life just to save him ? After he
tried to run away ? As the mighty Amazon and the ferocious Tyrannosaurus Rex
squared off against one another, Mike could only stand there - petrified - and
watch with awe at the battle that was about to take place.

The huge dinosaur, jaws wide open, surged forward at the seemingly helpless
woman. When he was within range, Tara swung her enormous club and a loud "
WHAM " was heard. The T-Rex's head snapped back and several teeth went flying
out of his mouth. Again the infuriated beast attacked her, and again Tara's
powerful club slammed hard against the creature's jaw. Stunned by this
unexpected opposition, the Tyrannosaurus retreated; this was the sign for Tara
to attack. Wielding her mighty 150 pound club with the ease of a baseball bat,
the awesome Amazon began to strike the slowmoving dinosaur at will. So
powerful were Tara's blows that Mike could actually hear the sounds of bones
cracking every time her club made contact. Time and again, the enormous
dinosaur tried to strike at her, but the nimble Amazon easily avoided his
thrusts and countered with tremendous blows from her club. It wasn't long
before Tara had the gigantic carnivore on the defensive. Realizing he'd met
his match, the huge creature turned around and began to flee...but Tara would
have none of it. With a speed that amazed him, Mike watched in disbelief as
Tara easily overtook the fleeing dinosaur and continued to smash the most
ferocious creature ever to have walked on the surface of the earth. She did it
without hate or malice though, it was just her job. Afterall, wasn't this the
way it had always been ? She was Tara, the protector and defender of the
village; as was her mother before her, and HER mother before her...and so
on... back through the countless generations of time. For some reason, which
nobody could explain, the females of her genetic line had always possessed
great size and strength and it was to them that the people of the village
looked to for protection.Tara had no doubt that when she had a daughter, she
would someday assume Tara's responsibility; as it had always been.

Mike watched in total awe as Tara, within minutes, reduced the huge
Tyrannosaurus Rex into a helpless, pathetic creature. Never again would he
threaten Mike or any of the people of her village. His legs were broken, his
jaw shattered, his days of terrorizing over.There remained only one more thing
to do; put him out of his misery. As the crippled dinosaur, unable to stand,
struggled to squirm away, Tara dropped her club and approached him. She
wrapped her powerful arms around his neck and began to squeeze. Soon a loud "
CRACK " was heard. Tara opened her arms and the lifeless creature fell to the
ground; killed, by a superior woman.

Her work done, Tara now turned her attention back to Mike. He fell to his
knees as she approached him and, for the second time in as many days, Mike
Wilson broke down and cried; only this time they were tears of shame. He knelt
there in front of the mighty woman unable to look her directly in the eyes.
When he finally summoned up the courage to do so, he was surprised by what he
saw. Not the look of anger or pity that he would have expected under these
circumstances, but one of total confusion. Mike didn't need an interpreter to
understand what Tara was thinking : " Didn't I rescue you from the sea? Didn't
I take you into my home ? Didn't I clothe you, feed you, protect you? And yet
you run away....why ? " It seemed incomprehensible to her.

As Mike knelt before her, crying, he felt himself being slowly lifted up and
gently cradled in Tara's powerful arms. " Mikey be good boy now? " she asked
him in a soft, maturnal tone. Unable to control himself any longer, Mike threw
his arms around her massive neck and gave her the first sincere hug he ever
gave a woman in his entire life. " Tara, I love you ". He saw the look of
confusion come over her again. " What love, Mikey? " she asked him. Mike
smiled at her, " this is love ", he said as he gave her a passionate kiss. As
the two of them embraced, Mike felt a strange feeling come over him; something
he hadn't felt since he was last held in his mother's arms, more than 30 years
ago. Here, cradled in Tara's awesome body, he felt secure...more secure than
he had ever felt in his life. And he knew now, that there was no place on
earth that he'd rather be than in the arms of this incredibly strong woman. "
Tara love Mikey too," she said.

Easily holding him in her left arm, Tara bent down and grabbed her club with
her right. She paused briefly near the carcass of the dead dinosaur. " Bad,
bad ", she said matter of factly, " not bother Mikey again." " That's right ,"
Mike agreed, " Tara, please take me home." She kissed him again on the lips
and smiled, " Yes, we go home now Mikey." Without any visible sign of effort,
the massive woman - holding Mike gently in one arm, and her huge club in the
other, began to walk in the direction of the village...and Mike's new home.