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.
