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.

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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.

 

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