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.