Rumble in the Jungle By Madcat Tarzan and Jane battle for supremacy. She cracked open her pretty brown eyes. Consciousness returned slowly to the young woman. A handsome male face looked down at her. "Where am I?" she croaked. Her dry throat protested the formation of words. Tarzan took a jug of clear, cool water and pressed it to her full lips. "You airplane crash. I save you." The water felt refreshing. Jane figured out that she was lying on a cot in some sort of hut. She had no memory of flying but she could remember her boyfriend. "Where is my John?" "I sorry, all die except you." He said with a hint of sadness. Some how the girl knew that. She nodded and then turned her head. Tears began to roll down her cheeks as she started to cry. Memories of the crash slowly filtered into her mind as well as pain from multitudes of minor cuts and bruises that dotted her sturdy frame. Her rescuer reflexively reached over and patted her soft brown hair. Although still a stranger, Jane found his touch gentle and reassuring. After a couple of minutes, she turned over and said to enigmatic man, "Who are you?" "I Tarzan, Lord of the Jungle." She momentarily thought this maybe some kind of dream. Then she felt his forearm gently brushing her left nipple. Jane's eyes traveled down the length of her toned body. It was covered with welts and bruises and absolutely no clothes. "Where are my clothes?" she asked fighting back a rising panic. "I took off clothes." "What?" Jane asked wondering how much to trust this strange man. Tarzan smiled down at her, amused at her new tone. "I put cures on your cut. You need this." He found the new woman very exciting. Not like the skinny dark skinned girls that inhabited near by villages. But Tarzan always treated others with respect according to the laws of the jungle. Jane noted a sticky yellow sap covered all of her cuts. Evidently, he had tended carefully to her multiple wounds. She gently moved her arms and legs. Nothing seemed broke. Jane sat up and rested on her elbow. She did not like being naked around the strange man even if he seemed trustworthy. "Tarzan, my name is Jane. Could you please get my clothes?" "You no need clothes." A little concerned, Jane got to her feet and stretched her tight muscles. Much to her surprise, she towered over the mighty Lord of the Jungle by 2-3 inches. He had a small but hard body honed by years of exercise. Only a tiny brown loincloth, which seemed to be bulging strangely, covered his most private regions. She could feel his eyes devouring her naked flesh. Tarzan barely noticed her increasing alarm as he stared at her pert little breasts. Living in the jungle often got lonely. Sometimes he sought solace in the arms of the native girls and they seemed to welcome his company. But he had never seen anything like Jane. "Get my clothes now." She commanded. "You very beauty. Maybe we do it together." Tarzan said hesitantly. He did not know all the words in English so he thrust with his hips to explain his idea. "What?" Jane replied, shocked by his brazen display. Trying to further clarify his intent, Tarzan made the biggest mistake of his young life. He grabbed Jane's left hand and placed it on his very stiff manhood. Her eyes got very wide and the next thing he knew the world began to spin. The Lord of the Jungle did not realize that the girl had hit him until he crashed to the ground. "Go get my clothes now you little pervert or you'll be sorry." She said sternly, glaring down at the fallen foe. His first impulse was to jump to his feet and pummel the upstart girl. Tarzan, Lord of the Jungle, had never lost a fight to man or beast. He feared nothing. But a wisp of doubt plagued him as he stared up at the brown eyed girl. She stood defiantly with her hands on her hips. Jane's thighs, shoulders and arms all looked much bigger than his. Even though she lacked well defined muscles, the girl radiated strength. And that punch, Tarzan had never been hit with such power before. But beating up the fair maiden that he just rescued seemed a little over the top. Thinking compassionately about her recent ordeal, he decided to cut her some slack this time around. The Lord of the Jungle leapt agilely to his feet. "I sorry." He said before obeying her command. He returned with a wad that resembled clothing. And Jane noted, an undiminished erection. She found his sexual respond oddly reassuring but did not want him salivating over her while she dressed. "I'm hungry, go make me some food." She commanded. The man sped out of the hut almost relieved to be out of her presence. She giggled to herself as she tried to figure out her clothes. The whole situation would have been funny if not overshadowed by her terrible loss. Memories of her handsome boyfriend and their vacation turned disaster slowly but surely came back to her. Her khaki shorts no longer had a button and her bra hurt too much to wear. The girl managed to fashion a makeshift halter out of her torn pink top. Her white bikini panties sufficed to cover her other private areas. She stayed inside the hut, sipped the water and sobbed gently. The smell of roasting food eventually pulled her out of the hut. She found Tarzan sitting on a log. Two makeshift wooden dishes lay stacked with food by the fire. He handed one tentatively the panty clad female. She accepted the plate a wolfed down her food. "What is it?" Jane found time to break the strained silence. "It pig." He replied watching her eat. The girl reminded him of a she-lion devouring her prey. "I'm sorry I hit you. I guess I over reacted." "No. I sorry I wanted it. Tarzan not know it make you mad. I not know a lot of things out side of jungle." He offered her the rest of his uneaten food and a skin of liquid. She reached over and patted his shoulder. "You are very kind. What do you plan to do with me? How do I get back to civilization?" "Tomorrow or the next day, when you ready, I take you to village." Jane thought she heard a hint of sadness in his voice. "I can't go like this. I need more clothes." She said, standing up and demonstrating her state of undress. His eyes gazed longingly at her luscious curves illuminated only by the flickering fire light. This need for clothing even in the hot jungle confused Tarzan but he played along. "OK, tomorrow I go to crash. I find you clothes. You stay here, rest." Jane took swig of the skin and tasted the strong sting of alcohol. "Umm, that's good." "Do not drink many. A little good for sleep." Two years at state college had given Jane a taste for spirited drink and now she desired the quiet oblivion offered by alcohol. She offered the skin to her companion, who refused, then she quaffed the rest. Tarzan watched with amazement as she finished his stout wine. He never had more than a couple gulps. The man finished making a simple lean to with mosquito netting and went over to help her up. Much to his surprise the girl stood unaided. She seemed to dwarf the smaller man. Frightful memories of their earlier combat flooded his mind. "You sleep in house. I sleep here." He said pointing to the lean to. She bent down and kissed him on the cheek. "Thanks. You're so sweet." For a second Tarzan thought he would pull her wonderful hips close against his rapidly stiffening manhood. He wanted her in the worst way. But her nasty right hook made a lasting impression. Tarzan began to wonder if he was afraid of this woman. The man just smiled and watched her well rounded rear disappear into the hut. The Lord of the Jungle crawled into his makeshift lean to and tried to sleep. But it would not come. Thoughts of the sexy newcomer gripped his mind. He eventually relented and relieved the awful pressure in his loins. Still, sleep remained elusive. Visions of the mighty Jane standing over his prone body plagued the night. The native girls never fought, only the men. And none of them could match his speed or strength. But this girl seemed different. He needed to know if he was still the Lord of the Jungle. He needed to end this nagging doubt. Dawn came early for Tarzan but he was accustomed to sleepless nights. He got up quietly, tended to some personal matters, and then stoked the fire. He boiled some water and collected fruit for breakfast. Jane rose shortly thereafter. She ambled out to the small fire still wearing her pink halter and white panties. "Good morning. I feel much better today." The girl said with a stretch that caught Tarzan's eye. "Is there any place I can wash up? He led her over a well worn trail to a small water fall cascading down a mountainside. Surrounded by lush green vegetation, it resembled paradise. "Its beautiful here." She said with genuine awe. "Yes. This water good to drink and wash. But very cold." Jane jumped in and gasped at the thermal shock. The icy cold refreshed her bruised body. It also caused her pink halter to cling provocatively to her feminine chest. Soon her panties were soaking wet and virtually transparent. Her hands ran up and down the length of her nubile young body. So lost in her rapture, she almost forgot that Tarzan stood 20 feet away, watching. "Do you mind? I'd like some privacy." "Yes. You safe here. I go now." The Lord of the Jungle jogged back to camp with a bulging loincloth. Jane returned hours later with an extra bounce in her step and relatively clean clothes. "Food?" he offered, staring at the hard little nipples adorning her chest. Her clothing, still damp from bathing, showed every detail of her powerful female form. His eyes switched from her small bosom to the girl's broad shoulders and thick biceps. Tarzan's desire to mate with the new female seemed to be growing despite his lingering insecurity over yesterday's events. She accepted the fruit plate and downed it with the same intensity of last night. Jane could feel his penetrating gaze but it no longer bothered her. In fact, it made her feel more feminine. Almost subconsciously, she sat down and spread her legs giving Tarzan a perfect shot of her wonderful mound highlighted by damp cotton fabric. She began to wonder what the jungle boy would be like in bed. Faced with such brazen female sexuality, Tarzan worked up his courage and asked the big one, "So, you great warrior back in your land?" Jane struggled for a response. As a girl she had never thought of herself as a warrior. But she considered it from his perspective. "Yes, I guess so. I have a black belt in karate and play field hockey in college." He looked back at her with confused expression. She realized he had no concept of these things. "Yes, I great warrior back home." Jane clarified her statement. "Tarzan, Lord of Jungle, never lose a fight. Are you stronger than Tarzan?" He said standing up and flexing his muscles. His chest looked like it had been chiseled out of solid rock Jane stifled a giggle. Obviously, Tarzan was troubled by her display of female power the previous day. She stood up and gazed down at her challenger. He was a well built man with a smallish frame. The larger girl had to out weigh him by 20-30 lbs and she loved competition. "Only one way to find out." She said holding her hands out. "Put your hands in mine. When I say go, try to force me to the ground. I will try to do the same to you. The winner is the strongest warrior. OK?" He nodded and clasped her hands in his. It sounded like a fun contest and a good way to demonstrate his lordship over the jungle. But doubts crept back into his mind as he saw a hint of savagery in her brown eyes. Jane said, "Go" and started to apply steady pressure. Tarzan went full out, trying to affirm the natural position of male supremacy. He bent her wrists back slowly. But when he looked at her face, he saw a leering smile. His forward progress stopped abruptly. The smaller male glanced at her arms and they bulged ominously with raw female power. His wiry muscles began to shake with fatigue but he refused to give in. Not to a girl. He redoubled his efforts to defeat the female challenger. But it was all in vain. His advantage evaporated against her overwhelming strength. Then his muscles failed as his reserves ran out. The girl's pretty face contorted with rage and exertion and she forced him to his knees. It had been a close contest but Jane prevailed as she always did. "Who is the strongest warrior?" the victorious woman gloated. She loved the humbled look in his eyes as he realized his inferiority and weakness. For poor Tarzan, this moment changed his world forever. Or, at least, it started the ball rolling. He felt humiliated for the first time in his entire life. This new emotion broke his normal contentment into shards of male fury. But there was nothing he could do about it at the moment. The dominant female bent his wrists back at ever more obtuse angles. "Well, L-o-r-d of the J-u-n-g-l-e, who is the strongest warrior? I'm not a patient girl?" His eyes fixated on her panties, now scant inches from his face. Once the object of his desire, now they represented his oppression. "You. Jane is the strongest warrior." He finally submitted to her in a feeble voice. Jane released him and laughed contemptuously at the fragile male ego. No matter where a girl went it was always the same. She had experienced this twice before. Once, at Karate, she beat a male black belt in sparring. He became so enraged that he attacked her after class in the ladies locker room. Not a wise idea even for a black belt as she gave him a lesson in girl power. He never came back to class. Her other foray into male weakness came with an ex-boyfriend. They engaged in some highly passionate fore play that got a little rough. It was all playful until she started to take control. Soon the handsome young man fought her with everything he could muster. Still she overpowered the cutie pie and forced him to perform oral sex on her. She found the encounter highly rewarding but evidently he did not. He never called her again. So she wasn't very surprised when the plucky little man said, "You cheat Tarzan. That stupid game." "Yeah, right buddy. Even jungle boys can't handle getting beat by a women." "Tarzan still strongest warrior. He should teach big dumb girl a lesson." "Bring it on, buddy." Jane said extending her hands in a karate stance and backing away into the center of a sandy clearing. The move looked alien to Tarzan but he grasped its underlying meaning. The girl had accepted his challenge and in his fury he failed to grasp the looming danger. He stalked the female like a hunter after his prey. The combatants circled warily at first as they tried to gage the other's unusual fighting styles. But soon Tarzan's male ego took control. Smashing the upstart female became the number one priority. He leapt high into the air with his arm cocked back for a mighty blow. Jane expected the unexpected from this odd little man. She met the foolhardy attack with a side kick to his stomach. For a brief second she seemed to impale jungle boy on her right leg. Then he crumpled to the ground. Her kick would have disabled an average man, but it barely phased the mighty Tarzan. His well muscled torso absorbed the blow. With a grunt of pain, he rolled to his feet. Unfortunately, the young man never made it. A slashing round house kick caught the male in the side of the head and spun him around. This time even the mighty Tarzan could not shake off the effects of the vicious blow. His reign over the jungle seemed to be setting as he lay face first in the sand. Innocent little Jane would never admit to ripping off his loincloth intentionally, but that's exactly what happened. She reached down and grabbed his hair plus his only piece of clothing. The girl wanted to lift him to his feet and throw him. But instead the loincloth gave way with a loud rip. Jane released his hair and poor Tarzan fell on his naked butt with his aroused manhood on full display. When he looked up at the smiling female, Tarzan felt yet another first: shame. This painful new emotion deepened his earlier humiliation. He often ran around the jungle naked and never felt any apprehension. But being stripped naked by Jane seemed totally different. It reinforced his deep seated inferiority complex. He leapt to his feet and charged the now hated female foe. She would never thought the genteel Tarzan capable of such hate but the girl stepped up and engaged him without fear. She had no doubts about her abilities, only whether it had been wise to encourage him and his petty insecurities. After all, her survival depended on this man. She would be lost in the jungle without him. But the die had been cast. Jane need to defeat him soundly but not hurt him in any way. He launched a flurry of punches at his female opponent. They came in hard and fast. But she blocked them all. The girl seemed to be able to read his mind and stay one step ahead of him. Frustrated, the man launched a hard shot at her exposed underbelly. It looked soft and inviting. But his fist bounced off cords of female muscle that lay hidden under her smooth skin. Jane responded with the same right hook that she had used to level him the day before. It had the same effect in this contest. Tarzan went sprawling head first into the sand. The punch rattled the tough male fighter but he shook it off. Tarzan rolled to his feet careful to stay out of range of her lethal legs. He stood up as quickly as possible, trying to convince himself that the girl was not getting the better of him. His legs felt wobbly and his arms tired. But the man refused to believe it. He launched another barrage of blows at the waiting female. Tarzan tried to power his way thru his adversary's defenses but did not realize the extent to which he telegraphed his attacks. She easily blocked the first two punches then ducked the third. Tarzan over extended himself and left his side wide open to Jane's counter attack. It came in hard against his soft flank. Her punch penetrated deep and kidney pain ripped thru his midsection. He cringed reflexively and his hands dropped. This time Tarzan saw the punch coming almost in slow motion. He wanted to block the punch but could not. His battered body refused his commands. The over head right crunched into the side of his head and knocked him down. This time jungle boy did not leap to his feet. Only his rage kept him in the fight at all. He got to all fours a looked up at his unblemished and beautiful foe. Jane took advantage of the pause to offer surrender terms. It only made sense to her. Clearly the male had no chance against a highly trained fighter. But her offer came out all wrong. "Had enough, wimp?" the girl sneered. Stung by her words, Tarzan attacked. Only this time he changed tactics. The man came in low and fast, taking advantage of his smaller stature. He wanted to tackle her and avoid her withering kicks and punches. Sadly, Jane's karate training had also focused on judo. She knew that she was going down. The girl hooked her right arm under his and used his momentum to flip the unfortunate man into the air as she fell. Jane landed hard on her panty clad rear. Tarzan landed even harder on his back. He struggled to breathe and get his bearings. Tarzan sat up, searching for his lethal foe. Without warning her powerful arms encircled him from behind, binding him in a solid embrace. He could feel her chest from behind and her right hand rested against his semi-hard tool. "Give up sweetheart. You can't beat me." She whispered in his ear. Her fingertips gently traversed the length of his throbbing shaft. A part of him wanted to surrender. He understood the truth to her words. He also understood the sexual nature of their battle. Tarzan knew that Jane would take him then and there if he submitted to her. But, sadly, his ego would not allow this to happen. He viewed her hand currently between his legs as an affront to his manhood. Tarzan fought on and drove his bony elbow into her unprotected stomach. The attack caught big Jane by surprise and, for the first time that day, he hurt her. Tarzan broke out of her reverse bear hug and scampered away. Jane thought he would attack immediately as he now had an advantage. But the dynamics in this epic battle of the sexes had shifted permanently in the woman's favor. Tarzan's physical and mental reserves had been exhausted. His doubts had turned into paralyzing fear. He now knew he made a terrible mistake in challenging this great woman warrior Tarzan simply stood over her and stared blankly at her chest. That's when she noticed her halter top had ripped open. Her cute little breasts heaved openly with every breath. Jane stood quickly and removed her ruined top. She no longer felt any need for such things. Surprisingly, the girl's hands traveled down to her hips and removed her panties. A feeling of beauty and femininity simmered thru her naked body. Jane looked at her foe and saw the terror in his eyes. She was now the hunter. Tarzan didn't know exactly when his courage failed him, but by the time she removed her panties he was shaking with fear. He knew he could not stand against this female fury. Perhaps if he could reach the safety of the jungle, he could hide from the great woman warrior. The cowardly male broke at a run and headed down the waterfall path. The girl bounded after him, determined to catch her prey. The fleet of foot jungle boy initially opened up a sizable lead over the female. But in his shameful panic he stayed on the cleared path. Soon his exhausted muscles began to slow and his third leg impeded his sprinting. He could feel her gaining rapidly. The great woman warrior smiled with delight as she easily ran down the fleeing man. After only a hundred paces, Jane tackled him from behind. He tried desperately to fight her off. At the start of the battle, Tarzan almost equaled her in strength. But the savage beating he had endured weakened him considerably. Jane easily put him in a schoolgirl pin. His erect manhood smashed underneath her dominant sex. She initially intended to lecture him on the modern concepts of female liberation. The words got lost however as the girl ground against his exquisite firmness. Jane bent over and kissed him roughly. Her tongue invaded his mouth. Tarzan squealed in surprise at this oral trespass but her strong hands kept him pinned to the earth. He had never been kissed like that before. Soon he began to like her lusty affection and his struggles reverted to her sexual rhythm. Tarzan submitted to her wanton desires over and over again on the dirt path. He learned new ways to kiss a girl that he would never have dreamed of. He also learned that a mere girl was now Lord of the Jungle.