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 Well, I'm home with Covid which doesn't give me time to write as so are the rest of the family. I just updated Flag Girls with minor writing changes, but mostly grammerly checking it to fix all my then/than and it's/its mistakes. I also added Fobbs cover to the comic to the beginning of the story. BTW Fobb's site, appears to be defunct. No more www.illustratedinterracial.com

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 I just posted a rewritten version of Naughty Pictures in the South Florida section. It's essentially the same story, but it now ties in with the South Florida stories.

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More Jane "This time with sex"

 Here's some more of Jane chapter two. I got some bad news for writing today. I'm being forced to work Monday (my day off and best writing day) and been told to expect more of it through Christmas. I'll get some writing done here and there, but don't expect too much progress. Christmas is my busy time of year and Covid has made it even worse. 

 

“My Johnson’s gone all big!”

 

Jim Crowe quit examining his engines and glanced over at Archer. His co-pilot was holding his pants open and staring down at his crotch. Lt. Bullock was on sentry duty, armed with a rifle and keeping an eye out for trouble. He was shifting from foot to foot while reaching down to squeeze and pull his junk to the side. Jim turned his attention back to Burke who was examining the engines with him. Burke’s hand was in his pants adjusting his penis. He was frowning and seemed to be measuring himself

 

Jim felt it to. His cock was straining to burst out of his shorts. His balls felt bigger and heavier. He wanted to pull it out and see exactly how big it had grown to. He wanted to give it a good wanking and take some pressure off his nuts. Jim sighed. “Well, Burke?”

 

Burke yanked his hand out of his pants. He turned his attention back on the engine, running his hand over his bald pate, beads of sweat flying off. “I can get the engines working, I think, but we still got a missing propellor.”

 

“I can make do with one,” said Jim.

 

“I could use your help, Cap?” asked Burke. “You’re as good as I am, gettin’ engines running.”

 

“Sorry,” said Jim. “Draft any of the boys you need. I’m going to go find Major Stalwart.”

 

“What’s a city boy like you know about surviving in a jungle filled with monsters?”

 

“Detroit’s an urban jungle filled with monsters, but I get your point. Still, Jane might need help. Ask Spanky if you need anything.” Jim looked around. “Where’d Spanky get off to?” Archer had been standing just ten feet away looking in his pants.

 

“He wandered off that way, Cap,” said Bullock. “Looking for a place to shit.”

 

“Dammit, this place is dangerous and we can’t go wandering off.” Jim turned his head as Dr. Smith was climbing down the wheel well. She wore khaki slacks and a white blouse. Jim looked away then back. He hadn’t realized what a nice ass the Doc had. It had looked rather flat in her dress, but her slacks were showing off her plump well-rounded rear end much better. Lisa’s foot touched the ground and she turned to face him. His eyes flickered to her chest. Her tits hadn’t been this big yesterday. Her blouse was unbuttoned at the top, showing a sheen of sweat on her chest. The other buttons appeared to be straining not to go flying off from the pressure of her swollen bosom. Her hair was down for the first time and fell halfway down her back. “Doc,” he greeted.

 

“Fortuitous we found this flat area to land,” she said, her lovely blue eyes looking around.

 

“Maybe, maybe not,” he replied.

 

“How so?” she turned her attention on him.

 

Sweat beaded his own brow as he fought not to look back down at her cleavage. Her tits looked even bigger than they had a moment ago. “Our make-shift landing strip isn’t natural, ma’am. It’s a herd trail down to the lake. You’re standing in a footprint.”

 

“Oh my,” said Lisa, looking down at the size of the print. “At least a herd this large would be herbivores.”

 

“Extremely large herbivores,” said Jim, stealing another glance at her boobs while she looked down at the footprint. It was bigger than an elephant’s. “We need to stay vigilant.” Smith pulled a device out of her pocket and stared at it as she stepped off the trail and into the brush. “Where do you think you’re going, Doc?”

 

“This is a Geiger counter. It should detect Vril radiation. I’m just going to survey the area and see if I can get a general direction of any vril deposits.” She stepped through some brush.

 

“Doc, it’s dangerous out there,” said Jim.

 

“Your job’s to get your plane running, Captain. I’ll be fine.”

 

“Nobody listens,” complained Jim. “Calhoun, grab a rifle and go keep an eye on Dr. Smith.”

 

“Sure thing, Cap,” replied Julius Calhoun, grinning. Keeping “an eye” on the blonde white woman wasn’t something he minded doing at all.

 

**********

 

Archer found a fallen tree to lean against. He’d stripped off his hot shirt and tossed it over the trunk. The tree’s bark had been partially stripped by some large animal, but he didn’t have time to be concerned about that. Right now, his Johnson needed some air.

 

Lee undid his pants and reached inside, his hand closing around his cock. It was thicker than normal. Excited to see it, Archer freed his Johnson from his pants. He was a strong, powerful man, but unfortunately as he aged, ate more of his wife’s fabulous cooking, and enjoyed his beer a little too much, he’d developed a bit of a gut. Normally, staring down at his penis sticking out from under his gut, he could only see about half of his six-inch shaft. Now, he was staring at a good seven inches and it was only semi-erect. Lee gave the swollen tip a squeeze and tugged, feeling it swell quickly. His cock had always been nicely shaped with a flat tip and a flared crown. The shaft curved up slightly. Fully erect, he was now staring at a good nine inches, with three more inches hidden under his gut. His Johnson had doubled in length and thickness!

 

Spanky reached under his cock and gave his nuts a good heft. They were equally swollen and it only took one testicle to fill his palm. They were, perhaps, five times larger than usual and a lot heavier. They were also aching painfully.

 

Lee Archer pulled his hand back and spit in his palm. He began coating the head with his saliva, spitting again when he realized he’d need more. Archer beat his meat almost compulsively and had once been caught by his brother, who immediately started calling him, “Spanky” and the nickname stuck.

 

Satisfied his newly massive cock was well-lubricated, he leaned back against the tree and began jerking off.

 

**********

 

Lisa calibrated her instrument, aiming it around so that the radio waves could reach everywhere on the plateau, though there were some high points and cliffs that might block her signal.

 

She shifted uncomfortably, reaching up and unbuttoning another button on her blouse. She glanced down, shocked to see that the blouse was already unbuttoned halfway down her bosom and the top most fastened button was already straining around her expanding breasts. There was a “twang” as the top button flew off.

 

Doctor Smith reached down and unfastened the next button and the next, and finally just opened her blouse. It didn’t help much as her brassiere was only sized for her regular B-cup breasts and it was starting to painfully constrict her chest. Her nipples were sensitive and swollen, pushing hard into the rayon satin bra. Lisa shrugged off her blouse, quickly reaching behind her to unhook her bra before it cut off her breathing. She sighed with relief when the constricting stopped.

 

Lisa through her blouse over her shoulder. She couldn’t return to the colored airmen topless and thought she might be able to wrap the blouse around her breasts in some fashion. It was just her teats that were expanding. Her flat rear end was growing an impressive firm pair of buttocks rising out from her thighs and the small of her back. The extra weight in her behind was helping to balance out the weight growing on her chest. It was also causing her crotch and waist to constrict. Lisa unbuttoned her slacks and wiggled them down her hips before they got so tight she had to cut them off.

Lisa pushed her slacks down and stepped out of them. Luckily, her panty seemed to be handling the added growth in her rear end, but barely. Normally, the flesh colored panty covered half her stomach and ran down her thighs. They waist band had been pulled down under her navel, almost all the way to her pubic mound. The bottom had ridden up her thighs also and the material in the rear was starting to dig into the crack in her buttocks, leaving some of her lower cheeks exposed.

 

“Ridiculous,” she muttered, glancing down at her body, though secretly she was impressed by her new look. The pinup girls’ American airmen put on the noses of their planes didn’t even have tits or asses this big. Her breasts had gone from a tea cup to a challenge cup, a very challenged cup.

 

Lisa Smith bunched her slacks up with her blouse and carried them under one arm while aiming her signaling device with her other. Lisa walked around a large prehistoric looking fern when a grunt caused her to look up with alarm.

 

Lisa’s jaw dropped just as the bundle of clothes in her arm fell to the ground. The Blackbird’s copilot was leaning against a tree naked, his hand stroking an enormous black phallus. The thing was absolutely huge. The flat crowned head was as big and as black as a dark plum. It was so swollen it looked like it could explode at any…

 

“FUUCCCKKKK!!” grunted Archer. His cock bucked upwards; an oil can’s worth of white semen spewing forth from the tip.

 

The tip of the giant strand of semen struck her lower lip just as the bulk of it splattered on her chest, bare breasts, and belly. Archer let go of his huge black cock, the giant rod jerked out of control, discharging more of the voluminous white seed, covering her tits and stomach. Lee Archer’s eyes were wide as her stared at the blonde white woman’s nearly nude body while his cock ejaculated all over her.

 

“You filthy negro,” she cried, still staring at his cock as it twitched. Cum still flew out from the tip, but not with enough force to reach her. “Yech!” She took her eyes off his cock to stare down at her breasts. Big gobs of his thick semen were sliding down the slopes towards her nipples. Her hands slid up her belly, scooping up his viscous seed. “Your nasty semen is all over me.” Her hands squished his sperm into the bottoms of her breasts, sliding up her heavy breasts. “Mmmm,” she moaned as her hands rubbed over her tits. Her newly elongated nipples were so sensitive now. “So much cum,” she muttered, rubbing the sperm on top of her breasts into her fat nipples. “Mmm,” she moaned again, sucking her lower lip into her mouth and tasting the semen that had landed on her lips. “Disgusti…” Lisa’s tongue flickered out, licking around her lips, lapping up the rest of his sperm.

 

“Sorry, doc, you surprised me is all.” Lee was staring intently at her hands still rubbing his cum all over her tits.

 

Lisa’s gaze came off her breasts and turned her attention back on his cock. She stared at it fascinated, absentmindedly scooping up and was of his pudding thick seed and bringing her fingers up to her mouth. Her tongue flickered out to lick it off. “It’s still hard?”

 

“I think that’s mostly your fault, doc,” said Archer.

 

“Oh!” said Lisa, glancing down to see that both her hands had their middle and index fingers out rubbing his sperm into her hard nipples. “OH!” She stopped realizing what she was doing and who she was doing it in front of. “It so big, Lieutenant,” she said.

 

“Started growing the second the plane landed, I think.” He reached down and grabbed the shaft, wanting desperately to stroke it again.

 

Lisa Smith stepped closer leaning in to look at it. Archer released the shaft again. “It’s got to be a foot long,” she gasped, leaning closer.

 

“Thereabouts, ma’am.”

 

“How big was it before?”

 

“I’d guess half as big. It’s doubled in thickness too.”

 

“Amazing,” she muttered.

 

“My nuts is… excuse me, my testicles have grown a lot bigger too.”

 

“Obviously,” she replied, thinking of the incredible volume of semen he sprayed on her. Her hand came out, fingers outstretched towards the head. “May I?” she asked, looking up at him. He just nodded vigorously, her hand moving forward until the tips of her fingers brushed over the hard head.

 

Lisa grabbed the head and squeezed. It was as hard and unyielding as a rubber ball. She was no virgin, she’d slept with her fiancé, the professor before his untimely death and recently, an American intelligence officer she was working with discussing Vril. He’d put her in touch with the President. They were technically still in a relationship.

 

Of course, neither man had a prick like this. Jim had started developing erection problems and his five-inch penis was often floppy. The intelligence officer had no problems getting his penis hard and had some stamina to go along with it, but his penis was a rather skinny six inches. The army man had a great body compared to Professor Powell’s rather pudgy torso and she greatly enjoyed sleeping with her muscular white army man.

 

Archer’s giant black cock put their penises to shame.

 

“It’s so big,” she gasped. “And hard!” Her hand slid down his penis. It was so rigid, she could have hammered a nail in with it. Lisa lifted the shaft up, gasping again at the size of the two black balls dangling beneath it. Lisa’s tongue licked across her lips, remembering the taste of his seed. She spit on her hand and rubbed it into the flat head of his cock. “I’d like to see how much semen it produces a second time,” she explained. She spit again, coating more of his cock, stroking her hand up and down the shaft.

 

“Uh, be my guest, doc,” said Archer, leaning back against the tree. His hips starting to buck slightly pushing his huge black cock through her hands even as she spit again, trying to get the big shaft better lubricated.

 

The negro’s cock felt so big and powerful as her hand slid up and down the shaft. It was hot and throbbed with his pulse. Her hand looked so small on the thick shaft, her fingers not even meeting as she gripped it. Her stroking has milked out a final drop of semen from the tip. It glistened under her gaze and Lisa found herself leaning in to lap it up off his urethra. She savored it on her tongue, no longer able to dent how good his seed tasted or that she wanted more of it. Her mouth never left the tip of his cock as her tongue twirled around the head before she took it in her mouth and started sucking. This was new territory for her, something she’d never done for the professor or her handsome army man, but something about this large negro cock made her want to suck it.

 

So she did.

 

**********

 

 Julius Calhoun walked slowly through the brush, keeping an eye out for dinosaurs or any other sign of danger. “Doctor Smith,” he called out, but not to loudly. Where had she got to? The blonde woman wasn’t too far ahead of him.

 

It was god awful hot and humid here in the jungle. Calhoun paused long enough to pull his tee shirt off over his head, dog tags falling back down to his chest. He patted his face down with his shirt before tucking it into his pants. He glanced down, rather impressed with his chest. Always rather on the skinny side, his muscles suddenly seemed to have become better defined and at some point, he picked up a six pack of abdominal muscles on his stomach. “Looking good, Julius,” he muttered.

 

Calhoun raised the gun and proceeded through the brush. He quickly brought the gun up to his shoulder when he heard a loud grunt. Julius stepped forward, pointing his rifle as he stepped around a huge fern that looked like the top of a palm tree planted in the ground. He slowly lowered the rifle, staring with disbelief at what he was looking at. He’d found Dr. Smith and Lt. Archer for that matter. The lovely blonde doctor was on all fours, bobbing her head vigorously up and down Archer’s dick. Lee had one black hand over the back of her head helping guide her. His head was thrown back and it was his groan Calhoun had heard. Archer was no rapist and the white woman wasn’t being forced. She looked like she was enjoying it.

 

She was enjoying it. Or at least, it was arousing her. Calhoun’s gaze fell on her panty. Her thighs were slightly spread and his could see her pretty white cunny was soaked and a little slip of her underwear was wet and clinging to it. Most of the rest of her underwear had pulled up into the crack of her moon-shaped ass.

 

Julius gulped, reaching down and undoing his pants without taking his eyes off the white woman happily blowing the copilot. His dick was rock hard, he tugged it out, finally gazing down at it when he realized how big it had gotten. He squeezed it through his pants, but this was the first time, he’d actually looked at it. His short prick had doubled in size pushing past eleven inches and was as thick as a soda pop bottle.

 

He pushed his pants down and stepped out of them, lowering his shorts under his now coconut sized balls. There was no way Calhoun wasn’t going to jerk off watching this. He spit in his hand, stroking his big cock, watching Lisa bob her head and occasionally catching glimpses of her erect pink nipples sticking out of her milky white titties. He stroked faster, his gaze increasingly falling on her cunny. She was so wet; he could see her slit through the soaked underwear. Her arousal was running down her thighs to.

 

Julius Calhoun didn’t want to get court marshalled and he certainly didn’t want to get lynched, but if the white woman was willingly sucking one black prick, then maybe she wouldn’t mind fucking another? He gulped when he realized what he was about to do. If she objected, he’d play the recalcitrant negro and pray she didn’t press charges against him.

Julius Calhoun stepped forward. Archer raised his head and stared at him, then down at Calhoun’s prick. Julius kneeled. Lee watched intently not ordering him to stop. Calhoun grabbed the bunched-up panty and pulled it out of Lisa’s ass. She kept sucking Archer’s dick even as Calhoun pulled her underwear away from her pussy. Her white pussy was gorgeous. Her slit and lips were a lovely pink, the hair coming off her mound were as blonde as those on her head. He gazed in awe at the forbidden fruit before bringing his dick up towards her slit. Its hard blackness stood out strongly against the whiteness of her skin. Calhoun inched closer, pushing his cock down until the head was gently touching her cunny’s slit.

 

Julius gulped again. His heart was beating so hard, he could feel it in his ears. He pushed down on his prick, her lips parting around the big head of his big black cock.

 

Damn, this white cunny gonna feel as good as honey, he thought, pushing forward and watching her pink pussy lips swallow the head of his black cock.

Another little bit of Jane Stalwart

 Here's a little bit more. There's no sex yet, but it's getting close for those of you not into Jane.

I just passed 5000 followers at literotica. I've been watching it slowly climb towards that goal number for a couple years now. 

Anybody who does like this type of thing, I highly recommend the cartoon "Primal" on Adult Swim or HBO Max. It has a very Lost World feel to it.

Jane had trained in long distance running by a Tamahumara Indian and could run at a steady pace for hours if needed. Swinging through the canopy was not much harder for her though her arm muscles were not as built up as her leg muscles were. The naked woman traveled for several miles, pausing occasionally, not so much to rest, but to listen for signs of danger. In the beginning, she caught movement out of the corner of her eyes, or a bush would shake or a low branch sticking out from a tree looked suspiciously like a raptor tail. After a few more miles, there were no more signs the raptors still pursuing her. So, Jane felt reasonably safe when she found her first signs of water.

 

A strong stream of water poured steadily over a small rock outcropping creating a picturesque little water fall with a small bathing pool beneath it. Some large boulders surrounded the waterfall. Gorgeous orchids, some common to the Amazon rainforest and some of unknown species covered the flora around the pool. Some grew from the ground and others used the trees as a host species. It looked safe an inviting, but Jane still sat frozen for close to an hour staring at the waterfall below before she decided it was safe enough to come down from the canopy.

 

She landed on a rock, crouching, eyes scanning her surroundings, ears listening to the noises of the rainforest. Jane crept forward, stepping down onto another rock, her eyes scanning the pool. It was not deep, and she saw no signs of danger. She stepped into the pool, unhooked her belt and laid it down on the rock before wading towards the waterfall.

 

Jane stepped under the waterfall, letting the water wash over her nude body. She threw her head back and drank her fill. The bottom was sandy, so Jane crouched and grabbed a handful of course sand using it to scrub her body. She had more lines of dried blood then she had at first noticed, but underneath there were no wounds and her foot had fully healed. She even felt great like the very land was invigorating her.

 

Jane stepped out from under the waterfall just as a great cat landed on top of the boulder she had first jumped down from the trees on to. It crouched, feline eyes turning towards her.

 

Jane stared. The cat was smaller than a lion, but heavier with the coloration of a South American jaguar. Its most distinguishing characteristic were the two foot-long sabre like teeth stabbing down over its lower jaw.

 

A Smilodon!

 

Jane stared at the cat, not turning her head, but her eyes moved staring at her knife still in its sheath laying on the lower rock under the cat. The beast was staring back at her. Jane took a sideways step towards her knife and then another. The Smilodon’s hind quarters rose. Jane knew what a big cat about to pounce looked like. She took another sidestep and then ran for her belt.

 

The Smilodon sprang off the rock just as her hand closed on the hilt of her knife. She turned holding the belt up as she pulled the knife free. The sabre toothed cat’s front claws ripped through her belt and raked her belly, digging deep in to her flesh. Her free hand grabbed the monster’s neck as her other hand plunged the knife in the cat’s side, stabbing again and again, knife plunging into flesh repeatedly. She was sure her blade had found the creature’s heart yet its jaws were still trying to close down around her head. Its claws raked her again, this time in her thighs. She buried the knife and released it, her hand grabbing the cat on one of its sabre teeth. She held the jaws open surprised by how weak the force of the Smilodon’s jaws really were. The creature shuddered and collapsed. Jane threw it off her and onto the boulder.

She clutched her bleeding stomach, hunching over and gasping for breath. The claws had torn into her belly and thighs, but already the pain was fading as the wounds closed up. When she felt better, she stood and walked over to examine the beast, pulling her knife from its side.

 

The big cat looked just like a typical South American jaguar, but for the foot-long teeth extending down from the upper jaw. “Slightly larger than a jaguar,” she muttered.

 

Jane pushed her knife into the cat’s belly and began skinning the creature. The one side was pretty ragged from the thrusts of her dagger, but the other side was whole. Still, she wouldn’t have much material to work with, not even enough for a short shift.

 

Jane skinned the Smilodon and washed the skin off, leaving it on the boulder to dry. She returned to the waterfall, this time keeping her dagger with her. She set about washing the blood off her. She still had some scars, but even where the cat’s claws had dug deep were closed up. Jane Stalwart had remarkable recuperative abilities, but this was quick even for her.

 

She didn’t feel safe on the ground and figuring fashioning an outfit would take some time, she carried the skin up into a tree branch and set to making an outfit that would cover at least some of her nudity.

 

Jane worked hard and fast, but it still took her several hours to make something wearable. She glanced down once to see that the corpse of the Smilodon was gone, a smear of blood along the rock indicating the direction it had been dragged. Clever beast, she thought, suspecting that she hadn’t left the raptor pack behind after all.

 

Jane held her top up and examined it. It resembled a brassiere, but smaller. She’d managed to cut out two triangles of skin, poked three holes in the points of the triangles and tied strands of twirled skin through the holes. The strands were long enough, she could tie one behind her neck and the second behind her back. The third connected the two triangles together between her breasts. She tried it on, tying it behind her still wet black hair around her neck. The triangles only covered a third of her large breasts, but they protected her nipples which were showing no signs of softening. The top was a little tight, but it held her breasts firm and kept them from shaking too much.

 

The second half of her outfit was actually two pieces. She’d fashioned a new belt from the parachute cord tying a short piece of skin to the front to cover her crotch down to her ass with a thin thong of skin running from her pussy through the crack of her behind and tied to the top of the back of the belt. She had enough skin to hang off the front of the cord to create a loincloth, but only a third as much to hang off the rear. The back loincloth bared most of her ass and it would flutter when she moved baring the rest of it. Oh well, she thought, sighing. It was better than nothing.

 

Jane set off again, swinging through the jungle, her brain calculating paths so easily, she found herself moving through the canopy as fast as she moved while jogging down a paved road.

 

Jane’s stomach growled and she realized it had been some time since she’d eaten. A short time later, she found some Eugenia berries and plopped a few into her mouth. The fleshy berry was good and the juice helped quench her thirst. The humidity was keeping her skin and hair damp as well as thirsty. Most of the berries were low to the ground. She froze, looking and listening, but the only sounds she heard were far off. Jane dropped to the jungle floor and ate some more berries, pushing her way through the bushes, her eyes widening with surprise when she spied the fruit.

 

The Eugenia she’d been eating were known as Surinam cherries, but the fruit on the next bushes resembled temperate climate strawberries only the berries were the size of her head. They were ripe, bright red, plentiful, and some had clearly been munched on by herbivores.

 

Jane walked towards them amazed at the sight. When she arrived at the nearest bush, she used her knife to slice off a large chunk of the giant strawberry and took a bight of the sweet fruit. It was delicious! She took another bite, juices running down her chin. When she looked back up, the velociraptors had formed a semi-circle around her with one-eye in the middle. Jane dropped the giant strawberry and pulled her knife, knowing that it wouldn’t do much good against so many of the beasts.

 

Jane spared a glance around her, but she’d wondered to far off from the nearest vine or branch that would take her back up into the safety of the trees. One-eye threw his head back and barked, the others repeating the gesture as a group. Jane opted to run.

 

She spun on her heel and raced away as fast as her strong legs could carry her. The raptors were in hot pursuit and they were faster. Beyond a cluster of the giant strawberry plants, she saw her first sign of hope. A loop of vine hung off the branch of a tree above a gravel filled clearing. It was high, but a strong leap should do the trick.

 

Jane burst through the bushes, but where she expected firm ground her feet sank calf deep into the gravel. Her momentum carried her forward, knee deep, then thigh deep. Jane stumbled in the thick muck.

 

Quicksand!

 

The lead velociraptor leaped over the bush and landed in the pudding thick mire. It barked, still struggling to reach her. The rest of the pack came to a rapid halt along the edge of the pool. Jane knew it was best not to struggle in the quicksand, but the trapped raptor didn’t. It was straining to reach her with its forearms, sinking faster and faster into the sand. It was still staring at her, jaws open, teeth dripping with saliva as it sank into the sand up to his head. The beast only closed its jaws when the quicksand threatened to pour into its mouth. It was still staring at her as it sank out of sight.

 

Jane sighed with relief. Quicksand wasn’t that dangerous if you didn’t panic. The problem was that the vine was still out of reach and straining for it might push her deeper. She decided to risk it, trying to stand and kick back, reaching up for the vine. Just as a clawed hand grabbed her leg and pulled her deeper. The raptor wasn’t quite dead. Jane looked up at the receding vine. She reached in vain for her salvation, taking a deep breath just as the raptor pulled her under.

 

Jane’s arm was still rising from the quicksand, the hand reaching out for the vine. The claw finally released her leg just as Jane’s lungs started straining. Jane felt herself beginning to blackout.

 

And then a human hand was wrapping around her wrist. She gripped it back as her savior began to pull.

 

**********

Little bit of Ch2 of Jane Stalwart

 

Chapter Two: Castaways of the Forsaken Jungle

 

 

The darkness turned to light.

 

Jane stirred, becoming aware of a sharp pain in her foot. The pain deepened, daggers piercing her skin. She yanked her foot back, causing her body to swing slowly back and forth.

 

Jane opened her eyes. Things were blurry at first, but as her vision came into focus, she pulled her second foot back just as razor sharp fangs were snapping down onto thin air. The creature fell back to the ground, hopping from foot to foot.

 

Fascinating, she thought, staring at the dinosaur, it resembled a velociraptor only velociraptors were roughly the size of turkeys while this theropod appeared her height. The raptor hopped back, bending down, it picked her boot up in it’s jaws and shook it vigorously much like a dog shaking a stuffed toy. It spit the tattered boot out and made another futile leap for her. As long as she kept her legs up, she was safe.

 

Momentarily safe from danger, Jane also became aware that she was staring down at the dinosaur over bare breasts, Her nipples were hard, achingly so. Several rivulets of sweat were rolling down her chest and over the slopes of her breasts. “Lost your top again,” echoed her former lady’s maid, Patty’s voice in her head, voiced often because of Jane’s proclivity to having her blouse ripped off.

 

Her top was not the only thing she had lost. Jane risked lowering her legs long enough to see that her feet and legs were bare, and she could see the dark black curly covering her pubic mound. Faint scars covered one foot where the raptor’s teeth had penetrated her flesh through her boot. She raised her legs again when it appeared the raptor might make another leap.

 

Jane glanced up. She was dangling by her parachute cord, the rope caught by branches, the chute itself totally ripped to shreds by the wickedly sharp thorn lining the vines covering the trees. The same thorns that must have ripped her clothes off her body while miraculously leaving her unharmed. She could make out pieces of torn clothes and parachute. There was no sign of the pack holding her supplies. She was completely naked. No, not completely. Her belt had survived around her waist, somewhat tattered, but intact and more importantly, her survival knife was still in it’s sheath around her belt.

 

Time to get out of this mess, she thought, looking around at her surroundings. There was a large branch close by that she could probably swing to. Luckily, the thorns seemed confined to the emergent layer of the jungle, while the canopy was relatively safe and filled with branches and non-thorny vines.

 

Jane lowered and raised her feet, causing her to swing on the cords toward the branch. The raptor honked repeatedly; its call being echoed by other creatures in the forest. Her legs reached the branch and rapped around it, holding her still. She almost let go when the angry dinosaur leaped on the tree. Its nasty hooked hind claws dug into the tree bark as the creature tried to scramble to reach her, but it slipped and fell back to the ground. It honked again, leaping angrily while watching her.

 

Jane pulled herself up on the branch and squatted, pulling out her knife and cutting through the cord to free herself. She gave the beast a glance to keep an eye on it, stopping to stare when she saw that it had been joined by two more of its kind. All three were watching her.

 

Jane rescued some of the parachute cord, wrapping it around her shoulder. She looked down again. A half dozen velociraptors were staring up at her. They moved aside as a gray leathery skinned beast walked through the pack, turning its hateful gaze upon her. The raptor was old, covered in scars including one vicious gash across an eye socket, that left the pupil a cloudy white. She stared back at beast repressing a shudder for the one-eyed raptor’s gaze felt malevolent, like it wanted to kill her out of spite and not just for food.

 

“Looks like it’s safer sticking to the canopy,” she muttered, looking around and seeing another branch that looked strong enough to hold her. There was a vine hanging between her and the branch. Jane leaped towards the trunk of her tree, kicking herself off and twisting her body so that she could grab the dangling vine. She found herself grinning with excitement as she landed safely on the next branch. Not only was she an Olympic level gymnast, but her genius level intellect allowed her to calculate algebraic and calculus equations in her head nearly instantaneously. Swinging through the trees would be a breeze for her.

 

Old one-eye gave a loud honk. Jane glanced down just as the raptors scattered. Within seconds they were gone. They crashed and stomped through the jungle and just like that everything was silent. She snorted. They had not gone far. They were hidden, camouflaged, waiting, hoping she had come down. Well, bullocks to that.

 

Her nipples ached again. They were engorged with blood, fully swollen. It almost felt like an invisible hand was pinching them and droplets of milk appeared on the tips. The invisible hand was not just pinching them, it was pulling on them like it was trying to pull her breasts along with it. Jane stared down at her breasts in horror, silently praying her worsts fears would not be realized. Her breasts were trying to grow again! Thankfully, they stayed their current size. Perhaps after bathing in two Nordic wells and being ejaculated on three times by the COCK of Osiris had maxed out her breast size? However, the pressure remained, and her nipples stayed swollen which left her in a slightly distracting state of constant arousal. The good news was that this was proof of the presence of large amounts of vril in the lost world.

 

It was hot and humid. Her nude body was covered by a glistening sheen of sweat. It was not too uncomfortable, but she would need water soon and with no canteen, she’d need to stay near a source of water. Luckily, from her parachute it had appeared that the large central lake was fed by many rivers and streams so water should be plentiful.

 

She looked down, giving her shiny body a quick onceover and was surprised to see that she had been wrong. Her body was covered by scars. She had not escaped the thorns unscathed after all. She was not sore or in any pain. Even the throbbing in her foot from the raptor bite was gone. So were the scars on her foot! Jane’s brow furrowed and she raised her right arm, looking at one long jagged line of dried blood down her entire forearm. She used a fingernail on her other hand to scrape away the blood. “Fascinating,” she gasped, seeing that there was not and sign of a wound beneath the dried blood. Rapid healing was another side effect of Vril!

 

Jane Stalwart squatted on her branch and looked around at her surroundings. The sun was high, and she could not tell which direction to go until it started setting. She decided to just take the easiest path through the canopy and see where it took her. Her eyes focused on the closest vine and a strong branch several hundred feet away. Her mind did the calculations. Vine, vine, leap off springy branch, vine, grab branch, swing for vine, run along tree trunk, vine, vine, and finally, branch.

 

Easy, she thought.

Jane Stalwart and the Lost World

 Over in the left had side of the story panels, you'll find a new section for The Stalwart Universe. Jane Stalwart and the Lost World Ch1 has been posted there. It's not entirely edited, but that's the complete story for now. I've moved The Cock of Osiris and The Nosy Housewife and the Last of the Mad Nazi Scientists under there as well.

I will be doing some minor edits to the Cock of Osiris to make the COCK a Vril artifact.

I will also be doing some bigger edits to the Nosy Housewife to make her enhancement and bimboification Vril related. Since this was a pulp damsel in distress story, I've opted to move it into the Stalwart Universe even though it is set in the early 1980s. I'm thinking about Jane encountering a younger Von Horne in one of her adventures, perhaps even as head of the Vril Society. Ludwig the dwarf might even have been a Nazi super soldier, zapped by a Vril shrink ray at some point. 

Chapter One Notes:

This story is in the style of the pulps and as such it will be filled with pulp tropes.

Jane is British and would use the metric system, but I’m American and sticking with the more inferior Imperial system.

The Tuskegee airmen did train in B-26 bombers, but to the best of my knowledge, they only flew fighters during combat operations in the E.T.O. Their job was to escort bombers and they did that job very well. The names of the crew of the “Blackbird” are composites of real Tuskegee airmen.

Nylon hose came on the market in May of 1940 and sold 750,000 pairs the first day. Silk (imported from Japan), Rayon, and cotton stockings were also worn, but less popular. The materials were in heavy demand during the war for use as parachutes, gun bags, and more. The government commandeered the supply of silk in 1941 and Dupont’s supply of nylon in 1942. Women were encouraged to donate all their torn silk or nylon hose for the war effort, hence Jane’s tossing her torn stockings at General Harris. The thought of going without stockings was unheard of to most women and many resorted to using eyebrow pencils to paint fake lines down the backs of their legs as Jane observes on Lisa Smith when she walks away.

“This isn’t my first rain shower,” is a British expression. I wanted to use “This isn’t my first rodeo,” but apparently that expression came into the vernacular with the movie “Mommie Dearest” in 1981.

Military boxer brief underwear were known as shorts during the time period.

The giant long necked pterosaurs are Quetzalcoatlus. They were not discovered until 1971 so Jane and Bullock were unfamiliar with the species.

B-26 Marauder.

Dimorphodon

Just a fun picture

Quetzalcoatlus

New story and thoughts

 So I had some writing time this week. I spent three days in the hospital with an infection that had to be surgically removed. For some reason, I picked up and finished The Wife and the Black Gardeners 3 based on Kaos' comic. I plan a fourth chapter, A Black Gardeners Wedding where Janice's daughter and granddaughter fall under the spell of the black gardeners. The story is now in the story section.

I just watched the preview for the new Dune movie. I've seen the old movie and read the first four books in the series. I was struck by how similar it is to Coxville. The Bene Gesserit's goal was to create a super being through selective breeding much as the Cox family was doing while being manipulated by Tituba. The head of the Bene Gesserit has the memories of all her previous ancestors, just as Tituba retains all her memories hopping from body to body.

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