Jane Stalwart and the Lost World
Copyright 2025 by
Stormbringer
Chapter Three:
Castaways of the Forsaken Jungle
Jane swam toward
Pa-oola. The jungle girl was standing under the waterfall, head back, letting
the cool water cascade over her naked body. Jane arrived at the rock beneath
the waterfall and stood staring at the blonde. “Pa-oola… Paula?”
Pa-oola lowered her
head and stepped out from under the water. “Paula… yes. My mate… Zambo,
pronounced my name Pa-oola.”
“You’re Paula
White, from the Challenger expedition?”
Pa-oola nodded.
“Yes, Zambo and I… only survivors.”
Jane stared at her.
“No, they all survived—Challenger, Roxton, Summerlee. I know Challenger.”
Paula stared at her
in horror. “They didn’t come back for us?”
Jane frowned.
According to Challenger’s notes, Zambo was a black Brazilian guide who never
even made it to the plateau. He waited on a rocky outcropping nearby.
Apparently, Challenger’s account of the expedition wasn’t entirely truthful.
“What happened?”
“There was a cave
that led down to the Amazon basin. We were leaving, fleeing from ape-men, when
a quake hit and the ceiling began to collapse. Zambo pushed me out of the way
of the falling rocks, trapping us here. The others said they would send help. No
help came. I assumed all dead.”
“I’m sorry,” said
Jane. “And Zambo?”
“Missing… two years
now… I think. Lost track of time.”
“How old were you
during the expedition?”
“Can’t remember,”
she said, brow furrowed in thought. “I was born in 1884.”
Paula White looked
back at her like she was crazy. “Not possible.”
“It’s 1944.”
Paula’s jaw
dropped. She sank down into the water, sitting half-submerged on a rock. “So
long,” she muttered.
Jane leaned down
and put her hand on Pa-oola’s shoulder. “I’m sorry,” she said.
Paula looked up at
Jane with her big green eyes. She reached out and pulled a pebble from Jane’s
hair. “You have mud in your hair. Get under the water.”
Jane moved under
the waterfall and let the water cascade off her nude body. Paula swam away and
returned carrying a basket woven of palm fronds. The basket was filled with
berries. Paula grabbed a handful; they were the size of raspberries and varied
in color from red to purple. Jane reached out for one and tasted it. The berry
was similar to a goji berry but tasted like a cross between a blueberry and a
raspberry. The juice on her fingers gave off a powerful, pleasant scent like
jasmine and rose.
“No eat. For hair,”
said Pa-oola. She stood while Jane squatted and squashed the handful of berries
into Jane’s hair. She leaned over Jane, crushing the berries and turning them
into a paste that she spread over Jane’s hair. Paula began kneading Jane’s scalp,
rubbing the juice through her hair.
Jane moaned, her
nostrils filled with the scent of jasmine and roses. Paula’s breasts hovered
over Jane’s face. Her eyes followed the jungle girl’s swollen nipples. They
were pink and extended out from large areolae nearly half an inch. Paula’s
entire lithe figure was a light golden tan except for the milky white skin
normally covered by her bra-like top. Jane glanced down the woman’s abdominal
ridges, at her tummy and the bushy blonde hair covering her pubic mound. She
looked back up the blonde’s body just as Pa-oola leaned in closer to massage
the back of her head.
Jane moaned again,
her mouth opening, the very tip of Paula’s nipple lightly brushing Jane’s lips.
Jane brought her lips down over the hard nub and sucked it into her mouth.
There was a large gasp from Paula, but she didn’t pull away; instead, she
pulled Jane’s head against her bosom while Jane suckled and gently bit down on
her swollen teat. Jane reached around her waist and grabbed Paula’s ass cheeks.
Gentle little mews came from the back of Paula’s throat. She finally pulled her
tit out of Jane’s mouth, panting with arousal. She looked down as Jane looked
up at her. Paula lowered as Jane rose, turning their heads, their lips pressing
together.
The two women stood, breasts mashed together as they kissed and ran their hands over each other’s bodies. Jane felt her heart racing. It had been a while since she’d been with a woman, and it fulfilled a need in her that she’d had since the Cock of Osiris had caused her and Patty to have a sapphic encounter. She pulled her crotch back from Pa-oola’s and ran her palm down through the blonde woman’s bush. Her finger found Paula’s slit and easily slipped inside the jungle girl’s warm, wet fanny. Paula humped Jane’s finger several times before she broke their kiss and grabbed Jane’s wrist, pushing Jane’s hand away from her pussy. Jane stared into Paula’s green eyes, afraid she’d gone too far, but Paula just smiled and said, “Step back.”
Jane stepped
backward, placing herself under the waterfall, the water cascading over her
nude body. Paula stepped closer and reached up for Jane’s head, rinsing the
berry paste out of Jane’s hair. Soon her fingers were making a squeaking noise
in Jane’s hair. Jane stepped out of the cascade, pressing her body into Paula’s
again. “Squeaky clean,” she said, turning her head and kissing the blonde
again.
They kissed for a
while, Paula’s hands holding Jane’s head and Jane’s hands kneading Paula’s ass
cheeks. Their tongues dueled over entry into each other’s mouths. Both women
were moaning with desire at their flesh-on-flesh contact. Paula pulled her head
back but kept the tip of her nose resting on the end of Jane’s nose. “Bedroom?”
she asked.
“Lead on,” said
Jane, smiling.
Paula turned, and
Jane watched her lean forward, her firm, well-rounded rear end flexed before
she dove into the pool. Jane dove in after her and surfaced near the shore.
Paula was waiting for her, standing, with her hand reaching out. Jane stood and
took Paula’s hand. They walked, holding hands, only separating when they
reached the base of the giant tree and had to climb up the ladder to Pa-oola’s
treehouse.
**********
Crowe whistled
softly as he stared down at his crotch. He had paused to take a leak but froze
when he saw his cock for the first time since feeling it expanding in his
pants. “Well, ain’t you a killer-diller,” he muttered in appreciation.
Jim Crowe had
always been proud of his big black Johnson. At eight inches, it had been the
biggest dick in the base’s showers, and one morning when he’d had an erection
that didn’t seem to want to go down, the men had laughed and made-up nicknames
for his big dick like “Jim’s Crowe bar” or “the Blackbird’s pecker.” He’d
chuckled and told them, “Y’all just jealous,” but he was quite pleased to have
the biggest cock around.
Now it was borderline ridiculous. Jim’s fat black hose of a cock was ten inches soft and looked more like it belonged on a horse than a man. Staring at it in awe had him wondering what Major Stalwart would think of it. Would it be too much for her? His brain immediately pictured her kneeling in the alley back in Cuba, staring up at him with those baby blues as she sucked the head of his Johnson. He groaned as his cock swelled and began to straighten. He dropped it quickly, but it didn’t dangle down; it was now hard enough that it had partially risen. It had also grown another inch.
Jim closed his eyes
and tried to focus. He needed to piss. He relaxed slightly, and soon a powerful
stream of urine was shooting out from his big dick. He sighed as the stream
lessened and began to stop. He reached back out and shook his floppy cock to shake
the urine off it before tucking it back into his pants. He had a mission to do.
Jim was following a
game trail through the jungle. He was no tracker, but the footprints along the
trail were both hoofed and three-toed dinosaur tracks. Once he paused and
squatted to examine what looked like a human female’s footprint. Jane? he
wondered, but the footprint looked more than a day old.
Jim was still
examining the footprint when his ears became aware of noises up ahead. Numerous
creatures were crashing through the jungle, crossing the game trail. They were
small, cat-sized, and one after another crossed ahead of him, marching in a
straight line. He watched from a distance, silently counting a dozen, and they
were still coming. He walked closer, stepping softly. His jaw slowly lowered
when he realized what the creatures were… ants!
An endless army of
giant blackish-red ants went marching across the path. He soon lost count of
how many there were. Some had their heads raised, carrying large cuttings of
leaves in their mandibles. Others carried meatier prey. One was dragging what
looked like a three-foot centipede. More ants carried small squirrel-like
creatures, little dinosaurs, and one passed with a giant dead spider in its
jaws that would have given Jim the heebie-jeebies if he’d run across it alive.
Taking on one or
several would have been easy, but if the things managed to swarm him, they’d be
carrying bits and pieces of Blackbird to their nest. Still, they were in the
direction he believed Jane’s parachute had landed, and he needed to get past
them.
Jim slung his rifle
across his back and leaned forward. He began running toward the ants, gaining
speed, and was soon easily leaping over the line. He kept running without
looking back, only pausing when he felt he was safely past them. He stopped,
turned, and breathed a sigh of relief when he saw they had ignored him. He
brought his rifle back around to the ready position and proceeded down the
path.
Jim’s uniform was unbuttoned, but it was still hot. He paused to remove it and tie it around his waist. His black skin was wet, and his white T-shirt was soaked. It was stretched out by his enhanced musculature. Jim flexed, admiring his bicep. His new arms were bigger than fellow Detroit boy Joe Louis, the Brown Bomber. He reached down and pulled his shirt up over his stomach. His belly was hard and flat beneath the hard bulges of a well-defined six-pack. He pulled his shirt down and stopped admiring himself.
Jim took out his
canteen, swirling the water around to get a feel for how full it was. He wasn’t
too concerned; there appeared to be plenty of water sources around to refill
it, but he was getting low. He threw his head back, took a swig, and by pure
luck, spotted the parachute.
The white chute was
in tatters, but he caught sight of a large billowing segment flapping off the
branch. He moved off the trail toward the landing site. “JANE!” he yelled,
taking a risk. Some animal cries and a strange honking cry were his only
response. Other creatures echoed the honking, sending a chill up his spine
Beneath the chute,
the ground was torn up by dinosaur footprints, and he didn’t see any human
footprints, but what he did find was alarming. Jane’s boot was lying nearby,
ripped and in tatters. He stooped down to examine it. “No,” he muttered when he
saw the dried blood covering the inside. A tear rolled down his cheek at the
thought that the vibrant, beautiful young woman might be dead or severely
injured.
A bush nearly ten
feet away from him shook violently. A dinosaur erupted from it, leaping into
the air in an arc toward him. Time seemed to slow down as Jim’s eyes took in
the wicked teeth in the beast’s muzzle, but worse, the creature’s powerful hind
legs were rising forward; each foot had a wicked-looking, enlarged,
sickle-shaped hind claw on it that was rising to eviscerate his belly.
Jim’s hand closed
around his rifle, but instinctively, he knew he was too late.
**********
“My bedroom,” said Paula, climbing a few steps to a raised platform higher in the treehouse.
Jane climbed after
her. The jungle girl had frozen and blushed furiously, staring at the bed. Jane
followed her gaze. “Oh,” she said, staring at the bed. The bed was well-made,
mostly bamboo, tied together to make a frame. The bed also had a mattress made
of cotton with an Incan pattern and stuffed with unknown material, but it
looked soft and comfortable. There were two similar pillows and one blanket of
rougher cloth known as chusi, also with an Incan pattern.
The bed was also covered in more than a dozen dildos.
One large black
dildo was placed on a shelf above the bed, set on a stand so that it was
standing erect. It was thick and more than a foot long. The others lying on the
bed appeared 10–12 inches each, and the floor had several with broken shafts.
“I wasn’t expecting
company,” said Pa-oola sheepishly.
Curious, Jane
stepped past Paula and bent down to pick up one of the broken dildos. The
pieces were heavy and solid. She examined the interior. The insides were also
hard but made of a fleshy material. “Fascinating,” she said. “It’s a type of
*Phallus impudicus*, the common stinkhorn mushroom.” This species even more
closely resembled a male penis than normal stinkhorns. They were even a fleshy
color that made them look Caucasian, and the caps were even glans-shaped with a
slit where the urethra would be for releasing spores. “They’re nearly identical
to a human male’s phallus… fascinating.”
“The Thals believe
that the forest where I harvest them is an ancient Thalish burial ground and
that even in death, their penises rise toward the sky.”
“The Thals?”
“A tribe of savage
cavemen that live near the green glow.”
“Hmmm,” muttered
Jane. She wanted more information, but the sexy blonde jungle girl had gotten
her juices flowing, and she had other needs at that moment that demanded
attention. She stepped before Pa-oola and grabbed her hips, leaning in to kiss
her again. The jungle girl was receptive, kissing her back and leaning in with
her lips when Jane broke the kiss.
Jane stepped back
toward the bed. She beckoned Paula forward with her finger. “Why don’t you show
me how these work?” Jane reached for the black one on the shelf.
“NO!” yelled
Pa-oola. Jane yanked her hand back. “Sorry… that one’s private. It’s the same
size as Zambo.”
“Zambo was
impressive.”
“You have no idea,”
said Paula. “I dyed it in purple berry juice. Not quite dark enough, but
close.”
Jane sat down on
the bed. It was surprisingly soft. She patted the seat next to her. “Why don’t
you come here and pick one out for me?”
“I have idea,” said Paula. She turned and went over to a chest. There were several in the room, all bamboo, with lift-up lids. She reached in and pulled out another penis mushroom. “I took Amazon’s penis after beating her in single combat.” Paula took it over to Jane and knelt in front of her. She held it up with her hands. “Put it on.”
Jane took the
offering. It was a stinkhorn, like the others. The phallus had been decorated
with artistic lines, simulating veins and other common features on a man’s
dick. The penis was pushed through a hole in a small patch of hide that had
leather strips on it to tie around one’s waist, making it a type of tie-on
dildo. A small carved and smoothed-out piece of wood with a sharp thorn attaching
it to the base of the mushroom was of particular interest. The petrified
mushroom was too hard for the thorn, meaning the wood attachment would have
been put on when the mushroom was harvested and the stalk was still soft.
The attachment was
shaped like an ornamental gourd with a small bulb and a curved neck. The end of
the neck was attached to the base of the stinkhorn via the thorn, and the bulb
was the same size as the penis-shaped head of the stinkhorn and carved to resemble
the head of the penis. The head of the carving would push just inside the
vagina of the wearer, giving both women pleasure while using the dildo.
“Intriguing,” said
Jane, raising one eyebrow.
She brought the
dildo down to her crotch and placed the base low on her pubic mound. Paula,
still kneeling, leaned in and tied the leather straps, attaching the dildo to
Jane’s crotch. Jane stifled a moan as the bulbous attachment pushed apart her
pussy lips. The leather patch had two straps beneath it that ran between her
legs and up through the crack in her rear end. Paula tied the leather thongs to
two thongs at the top of the leather patch on each of Jane’s hips. Jane looked
down at her impressive foot-long penis. The Marquis de Sade had described such
a device in his, Philosophy in the Bedroom,
though it hadn’t had the second attachment.
Pa-oola smiled up
at her. She leaned forward and kissed the tip of Jane’s penis before grabbing
the shaft and jerking it off.
Jane jerked. A moan
escaped her lips. Paula was pulling the fake cock down slightly as she stroked
it, working the attachment in and out of Jane’s pussy. Jane’s body responded;
she pushed down into the thrusting cock head, wanting it deeper, but just
having it working at the entrance to her pussy was going to make her cum.
Little gasps escaped her lips as she reached out and placed her hands on
Paula’s blonde head. She dug her fingers into Paula’s scalp, humping the
attachment as Paula stroked the attached phallus faster. “Uh, uh, uh… AAAHHH!”
Jane felt her orgasmic fluid running down her thighs. She breathed heavily, slowly catching her breath. Paula smiled up at her, still stroking the dildo, pulling down on it just enough to tease Jane and keep her interested. “Go lie down,” said the jungle girl, her smile turning perplexed as she noticed the trickles of white fluid that had flowed down from Jane’s swollen nipples.
Jane sat on the bed
and scooted back, lying down. It was soft and quite comfortable.
Paula White climbed
on the bed and straddled Jane’s thighs. She slid up slightly until the penis
attachment was rising between her legs. Pa-oola stared at Jane. “You are very
beautiful,” she said.
Jane smiled. “So
are you.”
Paula raised
herself, squatted over the hard, phallic-shaped stinkhorn, and lowered herself
over the crown-shaped head. She moaned with pleasure as she sank over the
dildo. She sat still, fully impaled on the shaft, eyes closed, with a contented
smile spread across her face. Jane reached up and caressed Paula’s large bosom,
sliding her hands over her tits, finding her engorged nipples, and tugging on
the prominent nubs. She elicited another moan from the jungle girl, who began
grinding her crotch into the base of the dildo.
Paula reached down
for Jane’s chest, finding the raven-haired beauty’s prominent pink nipples, wet
from her milk, and tugging on them while she began to ride Jane’s cock. She
pushed back into the dildo each time she lowered herself, pushing the phallic
attachment between Jane’s pussy lips. Jane groaned, thrusting her hips up,
fucking Paula with the dildo and herself with the attachment. The device was
ingenious, and Jane resolved to craft her own when she returned to her workshop
in Stalwart Manor.
“Oh, oh, oh,”
moaned Pa-oola, riding Jane’s fake cock faster, eliciting a moan from Jane as
the dildo’s attachment worked its way between her pussy lips. Paula closed her
eyes and threw her head back. “Mmmm, yes, fuck me. Fuck me… Zambo. I’m cumming,
my love. CUUMMING!”
Jane pulled on
Paula’s nipples even as Paula roughly squeezed Jane’s breasts. She came with
Paula, her breasts ejaculating milk up through Paula’s fingers, thrusting her
hips up and humping the wooden attachment, working the mushroom cock faster in
and out of Paula’s pussy, extending both their orgasms.
Paula lowered her
head, her long blonde hair cascading over Jane’s milky white breasts. Her
bright green eyes stared into Jane’s; a lazy smile spread across her lips. “I
needed that,” she whispered. “It’s been months since I’ve mated.” Pa-oola
raised herself off Jane’s “cock” and sat back on Jane’s thighs.
“Months?” asked
Jane. “You said Zambo’s been missing for years.”
Pa-oola blushed as
she reached for the tied leather thongs on Jane’s waist. “The need is strong, I
use my toys daily, but sometimes… the need grows even stronger. So strong… that
I capture a Thal hunter and force him to service me. The Thalish are very…” She
paused, trying to recall the right word. “Endowed.”
“You take them
against their will?” Jane asked, brow furrowed.
Pa-oola laughed as
she pulled the strap-on dildo off Jane’s crotch. “It’s a game to them. They
pretend to resist, but consider it an honor to mate with the yellow-haired
goddess of the jungle.”
“And you say the
Thals live near the green glow?” Pa-oola nodded. Jane continued, “The green
glow is the reason I’m here. Can you take me to it?”
Paula nodded again.
“Yes, but very dangerous.” She pushed herself back down Jane’s legs and opened
Jane’s ankles until she was kneeling between Jane’s feet. Paula lowered herself
to all fours.
“Danger’s my middle
name,” said Jane, staring down the valley between her breasts at Paula looking
up at her above her dark black pubic hair. “I need to get to the source of…
AAAH!” Jane raised her crotch as Paula’s tongue licked up between the wet folds
of her fanny. “Oh my!” groaned Jane, humping her tongue.
Paula licked
between the folds of Jane’s pussy lips, causing the British woman to squirm on
the bed. Jane leaned up and held Pa-oola’s hair as the jungle girl sucked
Jane’s hard clit between her lips. “Wow, yes, right there,” she moaned,
watching Paula’s hand slide over the bed and grab one of her mushroom dildos.
Paula stopped kissing her pussy and moved the dildo between her thighs. Jane
spread her legs wider in anticipation. Pa-oola moved the phallic-shaped head up
against Jane’s pussy lips. Jane tensed as she felt the head pushing inside her,
but suddenly Paula stopped and sat up. “What’s wrong?” asked Jane, writhing on
the bed, her body craving the dildo, the attachment had been nice, but she
wanted something bigger.
“Nothing,” said
Pa-oola, smiling. She tossed the dildo aside and reached up for the shelf. Her
hand wrapped around the large black-stained petrified stinkhorn. She knelt back
down, moving the black dildo between Jane’s legs.
“Jane, meet Zambo,”
she said, pushing the large black mushroom cap between Jane’s pussy lips.
Jane was honored.
Langston Cain scanned the perimeter of the landing site. The jungle was noisy, but the louder roars were far away, mostly toward the central lake. He kept an eye nervously in that direction, not wanting to meet the large creatures that had created their impromptu landing strip. There was a noise in the nearby bushes. “That you, Calhoun?” There was no answer. “Dr. Smith?” Multiple figures emerged from the reeds.
Cain’s eyebrows
shot up. “ENEMY IN SIGHT!” he shouted, bringing his weapon down just as bullets
ripped through his belly.
The crew jumped in
alarm as Cain’s body hit the ground. The black airmen reached for their nearby
weapons.
“Stehenbleiben,
oder wir schießen!” shouted a German.
“Halt! Or we will
shoot,” translated another.
The airmen froze,
slowly raising their arms. The Germans had formed a semicircle around them,
rifles or machine pistols raised and pointed at them. Most wore camouflaged
pants and white T-shirts stretched tight around newly enhanced muscles. One
wore an SS officer’s uniform top, unbuttoned and open to show his T-shirt. He
was also wearing a black cap and had a Nazi armband around his arm. One pushed
Calhoun forward. The black man’s hands were tied behind his back. Calhoun
stumbled to his knees beside Cain. Langston was still alive and raising his
head to stare at the mess that had been his abdomen.
“Untersucht das
Flugzeug!” shouted the officer.
A German stepped
forward, rifle raised. He moved toward the plane, crouching beneath it. He
pointed his rifle up through the bomb bay before standing and examining the
interior. He crouched back down. “Leer, Sturmbannführer” said the German,
moving out from under the plane.
“What have you done
with Doctor Smith?” asked Archer, glancing at Calhoun, who was still on his
knees, looking defeatedly down at the ground.
“Silence, you will
not speak unless spoken to, Afrikaner,” said the Nazi officer. “Sind sie alle
schwarz?” asked the officer, a look of distaste spreading across his face as
his eyes scanned the black faces.
“Ja, they are all
negroes, Sturmbannführer” said a feminine voice coming up behind him. The
blonde woman stepped out beside the major. She was clad in a black SS uniform
several sizes too small for her body. The trouser legs had been cut off to
reveal her firm, well-developed legs. The cut-off shorts tightly hugged her
crotch and displayed her well-rounded rear end. Her top had shrunk, revealing
her flat belly and navel. It was buttoned toward the top, but the buttons were
straining to contain the large bosom beneath it. The top was open, showing an
impressive amount of cleavage and a low-cut undershirt so soaked with sweat it
was virtually see-through. Her blonde hair had been put up and tucked under a
black officer’s cap. The top displayed several stripes, medals, and a shiny
silver wolf’s head pin. A swastika armband was around her left arm.
“Lisa?” exclaimed
Archer, staring in surprise at the blonde.
“If he speaks
again, shoot him,” said the Major in English for the black airmen’s benefit. A
German pulled a pistol out of its holster and aimed it at Archer.
The woman stared at
Archer. She couldn’t stop her eyes from glancing down at his crotch as her
brain recalled seeing his huge black cock blasting semen on her torso. It made
her vagina leak. He was staring at her in awe. She tried to pull the hem of her
uniform down over her belly. She felt more exposed in the stretched-out uniform
than she had naked.
Lisa Smith stood tall, her blue eyes gleaming with fanatic fire, her
voice sharp with arrogance. “I am Doktor Ilsa Schmidt, She-Wolf of the
Schutzstaffel. I’m no mere officer; I’m Vril Gesellschaft, wielding ancient
secrets to raise the Aryan race above all. With raw Vril power, we’ll forge
Übermenschen and unstoppable weapons. The world will kneel to the Reich!” She
sneered, clenched fist raised, eyeing the negroes to see if they were trembling
with fear.
Their eyes were
mostly staring at he tits.
She’d lost another
button and was displaying even more cleavage. Her cheeks flushed with anger at
the audacity of these subhumans. She gazed at Archer, or more specifically his
crotch, noting the long tubular shape bulging out along his thigh. She licked
her lips, picturing his huge spurting black cock again. Her face curled up with
hatred as she forced the image out of her mind.
“Is it wise to
reveal our plans, Doktor?” asked the German major, one eyebrow cocked up at her
in disdain, but his gaze was also on her breasts.
Ilsa snorted. “To
these Untermenschen! They are nothing but a fleeting obstacle. Mere insects for
us to slap away. Besides, they will not live long enough to witness the
future.”
“Very well,
Doktor,” said the Major. “Where is the English bitch?”
“Stalwart bailed
out over the jungle when we thought we would crash. The pilot left looking for
her. Everyone else is accounted for.”
“Excellent. We saw
the chute, and I sent out a squad to locate it. The bitch may already be in our
hands.” The officer surveyed the plane. “Anything of use on the plane, Doktor?”
“Just weapons. Stalwart bailed out with small lead containers for the Vril.”
“Sehr gut,” said
the Major. “That piece of junk isn’t going anywhere, but I will send a squad
back with explosives to destroy it.”
“What about us?”
asked Archer. “Can we at least try to help him?” he asked, nodding down toward
Cain.
A German stepped
forward and placed the barrel of a Luger against Spanky’s forehead.
The Major gazed at
Cain’s wound and shook his head. “There is nothing you can do for him. As for
the rest of you…”
Ilsa stepped
forward. “The rest of you can join him. Kill them. Kill them all.”
“Erschieße die
Schwarzen!” she screamed.
Archer saw the
finger on the trigger of the Luger tighten as the Germans raised their guns and
aimed at the black men.
**********
The rat-a-tat-tat of machine gun fire ripped through the air.
A series of red
holes exploded up along the torso of the dinosaur. It fell to the ground just
inches from Jim.
Crowe was crouched,
poised to block the wicked claw on the beast’s lower legs, when the gunfire
erupted.
Crowe barely had
time to register what had happened before the jungle around him rustled with
movement. Shadows emerged from the prehistoric giant ferns; rifles
raised—Germans.
A full squad of
Nazi soldiers stepped into the clearing, their camouflaged uniforms streaked
with mud, their helmets bearing the black insignia of the Third Reich.
“Hände hoch!”
barked the leader, a scar-faced lieutenant pointing his MP40 at Crowe’s chest.
Crowe grimaced,
slowly raising his hands. “Well, shit,” said Crowe.
The officer sneered
and raised his machine pistol. Before the lieutenant could give another order,
the jungle, which had been eerily silent after the machine gun burst, erupted
with primal screams.
More of the hook-clawed dinosaurs.
They came fast,
blurs of teeth and muscle, darting from the shadows with unnatural cunning. The
first raptor was on the nearest Nazi before he could even scream, jaws clamping
down on his throat. Blood sprayed. The squad opened fire, gunfire ripping through
the humid air, but the raptors were too many, too fast.
Crowe dived for
cover as chaos erupted. A German went down screaming, his eyes staring in
terror at Crowe as he was dragged into the foliage. Another tried to run, only
for a raptor to leap onto his back and sink its fangs into his skull even as
the claws on its feet ripped into the German’s back.
The Nazis sprayed
bullets at the swiftly moving dinosaurs or toward the underbrush where they
disappeared. They scored some hits but only managed to kill one more of the
ferocious dinosaurs.
Bullets ran dry.
Rifles clicked empty. The Nazis fell one by one, shredded in a frenzy of claws
and fangs. A headless body fell to the ground beside Crowe, blood squirting up
from the neck. Another German was staring down in horror, trying to stuff his
entrails back into his abdomen after a vicious hind claw had sliced him open.
And soon, there
were only two men left.
Crowe grabbed a
fallen machine pistol and found himself back-to-back with a lone German
soldier, a young, wide-eyed private barely out of his teen years. The kid
clutched his rifle with white-knuckled hands, breath ragged. He looked
terrified.
“What’s your name,
kid?” asked Crowe.
“Wilhelm, answered,
the frightened German.
“Crowe.” Jim eyed
the dinosaurs, slowly encircling them.
“Scheiße,” Wilhelm
muttered.
Crowe flicked open
his last ammo clip and loaded it into his machine pistol. “I don’t speak nazi,
but yeah,” he said. “That about sums it up.”
The raptors
reemerged from the undergrowth from all sides around the two men. They circled;
yellow eyes gleaming in the dim jungle light. An eerie trilling sound rolled
out from the jungle, and another hook-clawed dinosaur appeared. This one seemed
older, its body scarred, including one across an eye that left it milky white,
dead, but it still stared maliciously at the two humans.
Crowe exhaled, rolling his shoulders. “You any good with that rifle, Wilhelm?”
Wilhelm swallowed
hard but nodded. “Ja, but only a few bullets left.”
Crowe smirked. “Me
too. Make each shot count and let’s make these lizards work for their supper.”
One-eye threw his
head back and honked. The dinosaurs lunged.
And the men fired.
Crowe put a few
bullets into another dinosaur before his rifle clicked empty. He reversed it,
ready to swing it like a bat, just as an arrow appeared in the neck of the
closest raptor, dropping it to the ground.
Another honk. The
dinosaurs disappeared into the brush as quickly as they had appeared. The
jungle went silent.
Again, Crowe found
himself surrounded.
He and Wilhelm
stood up straight and stared at the newcomers, their mouths hanging open in
shock. Their saviors were women.
Stunningly
beautiful women.
One raised her bow,
and Crowe saw a thick, viscous green liquid dripping from the obsidian
arrowhead.
Poison.
A poison so deadly
it had taken out a dinosaur with one arrow.
Paula White’s athletic frame glistened faintly with sweat as she knelt between Jane’s thighs, her strong hands gripping her personal giant black-dyed petrified mushroom. With a teasing smile, she pressed it against Jane, sliding it in with deliberate slowness, watching the adventurer’s lips part in a silent gasp, Jane staring back at her. Then, lowering her head, Pa-oola’s tongue flicked out, finding Jane’s swollen clit with expert precision. She licked in slow, languid circles, her green eyes locked on Jane’s face, drinking in every shudder, every moan that escaped Jane’s lips.
Jane’s hands clawed
at the bed’s covering, her body arching as waves of pleasure built within her.
“Paula,” she breathed, her crisp British accent fraying at the edges. Her blue
eyes fluttered shut, and her raven hair clung to her sweat-dampened forehead.
The jungle girl worked the dildo relentlessly, thrusting it in rhythm with the
flicks of her tongue, driving Jane closer and closer toward a precipice.
Paula twirled her
tongue around Jane’s clit one last time before sucking it hard between her
lips. Jane’s hips jumped off the bed—a huge, shattering orgasm causing her
vaginal muscles to squeeze the dildo so tightly Paula couldn’t pull it out. A
squirt of Jane’s orgasmic fluid poured out around Jane’s clit into Paula’s
mouth. Paula suckled Jane’s clit through the powerful orgasm, watching her body
convulse, and to Pa-oola’s wide-eyed surprise, little geysers of milk jetted
from Jane’s nipples before spattering across her heaving chest. Pa-oola
released Jane’s clit and slowly removed her Zambo toy from Jane’s pussy. She
planted a soft kiss on Jane’s labia before climbing up the fair-skinned woman’s
body, planting another kiss on Jane’s navel. She leaned forward, her large
breasts brushing against Jane’s thighs as she licked the drops of milk from
Jane’s skin, savoring the sweet warmth. She clamped her lips over one of Jane’s
rampant nipples and sucked, desiring more of the delicious white fluid, but
none came. Jane pushed her back until her wet nipple sprang from Paula’s lips.
Her nipples and her entire body felt too sensitive to continue.
“Blimey!” Jane
gasped, her voice trembling, her blue eyes dazed yet alight with wonder. “That
hit the spot.”
Paula slid up next
to her, leaning her body into Jane’s. “Jane, the milk—are you with child?”
Jane smiled at the
blonde and turned on her side so that the two women were facing each other,
their curves pressing together. Both their hands moved automatically to caress
the other’s body. “No, the milk’s a long story.” Jane turned her head, moving
her face toward the jungle girl, capturing Pa-oola’s lips in a fierce, hungry
kiss, the taste of herself still lingering on the jungle girl’s tongue.
Paula kissed her back, and Jane felt her arousal growing again, but Paula pulled back, planting a little peck of a kiss on Jane’s nose. “The sun’s setting. I’ll fix us some dinner.” Paula sat up on the bed. She reached out and wrapped her hand around her Zambo dildo.
Jane watched as she
placed it reverently back in its spot on the shelf—her reminder of her lost
lover. “Maybe you should keep it handy,” said Jane, winking at Paula. The
blonde smiled back. “I’m glad you found me, in more ways than one.”
“Following you for
a while. Saw you fall out of the strange metal bird.”
A wave of sadness
washed over Jane as she thought of the lost black airmen, especially the
dashing Jim Crowe. “It’s called an aeroplane, a flying machine.”
“Like the Wright
brothers? Such a wonder,” said Paula, shaking her head. “Strange times in Maple
White Land. First the giant flying egg and then your aer-o-plane,” she
muttered, sounding out the new word.
“Flying egg?”
questioned Jane, her nude body stretching languorously on the bed. She sat up
so fast it startled Pa-oola. “A kriegszeppelin!”
“The Nazis are
here!”
“Halt!” the major
barked. The Germans lowered their guns, but still held them ready, looking
between their Major and the nazi she-wolf.
“What is the
meaning of this, Major Shreck?” Ilsa glared.
“The vril
radiation might be too dangerous, herr Doktor. We may need the schwarz as slave
labor.”
“I ain’t nobody’s
slave!” Spanky growled, clamping his mouth shut when a German placed the barrel
of his rifle to Spanky’s forehead.
“We will shoot
them later, once we have the vril,” the major told Ilsa, smirking. “Up,
schwarz! You’re coming with us.”
The black airmen
slowly climbed to their feet. “What about our man?” asked Archer.
Major Shreck took
a few steps towards Cain, gazing down at his wounds. “Leave him. Even this
place can’t heal those wounds.”
Cain’s head fell
back to the dirt. “Prop me up,” he wheezed.
“Burke, Burton,”
said Archer nodding to the two men.
The Germans
looked at their leader who nodded in acceptance as Burke and Burton each took
one Langston’s arms and dragged his body over to the bomber’s wheel, propping
him up against it. “Sorry, Lang,” whispered Burke. “We’ll get ‘em.” Burton gave
a silent nod of agreement.
“Thanks,” rasped
Cain. He weakly raised an arm. Burke reached out and grabbed his wrist. Cain’s
return grip was feeble. His fingers relaxed and his arm fell back to the
ground.
Major Shreck bent
and picked up a pistol off the ground. He emptied it of all but one bullet as
he approached the men. He threw the gun down at Cain’s feet. “For you,” he told
Cain. “You’ll know when.”
Shreck turned and
addressed his men. “Bewegung! Wir marschieren!” He waved his arm at the black
men. “Schnell schwarz! Schnell!”
Encircled by the
Germans, the crew of the Blackbird, reluctantly lined up.
“Vorwarts!”
shouted Shreck, raising his arm up and dropping it pointing the way. Doktor
Schmidt fell in beside him.
Cain watched them
disappear in the brush. He jerked his leg and managed to let the heel of his
boot fall on the pistol, pulling it closer. His fingers closed around the hilt.
He was done for. He knew it. The rasping in his chest was from blood filling
his lungs. He could barely feel anything below his waist and gratefully, there
was surprisingly little pain.
Cain clutched the
gun, bushes rustling. A chicken-sized dinosaur chirped, teeth glinting. It
froze, staring at him curiously, hungrily. More emerged—dozens. The camp was
filled with their excited chittering. They took a few tentative steps toward
him.
“Well fuck,”
wheezed Cain. “Looks like dark meats on the menu.” He raised the pistol and
pointed it at the nearest dinosaur before turning the gun on his temple.
The beasts
charged.
A lone gunshot
echoed through the jungle.
The Tuskegee
airmen froze. They looked at each other, eyes angry and promising vengeance.
“Bewegung!
Schnell!” screamed the Germans, pushing the black men forward.
The airmen turned
their eyes on their nazi captors.
These bastards were
going to pay!
Next: Chapter 4:
Prisoners of the Sex-Starved Amazons
Chapter 3: Notes
1) Paula White is a
character from the 1925 movie version of the Lost World. She did not exist in
the novel. Jocko was a monkey in the movie.
2) Killer-diller is
a bit of American slang that originated in the 1930s and 1940s, particularly in
Jazz and Swing culture. It means something or someone that is exceptionally
good, exciting, or impressive.
3) Joe Louis
"The Brown Bomber" was an American professional boxer. He was World
Heavyweight Champion from 1937-1949. He played a significant role in breaking
racial barriers in sports and American culture.
4) Chusi is a
traditional Incan woven blanket.
5) Heebie-jeebies
means to experience nervous anxiety or fear of something. It originated in the
comic, Barney Google, in 1923. It's an example of rhyming reduplication which
was common in the era. Other examples include, hocus-pocus, mumbo-jumbo,
razzle-dazzle, and the previously mentioned killer-diller.
6) Sturmbannführer
is the SS equivalent rank of Major.
7) Kriegzeppelin’s
are fictional flying fortresses in the Stalwart universe. They are German war
zeppelins. They averaged around 800’ long with a diameter of 135’. They are
powered by 4 Daimler-Benz diesel engines and can reach a top speed of 85mph.
They typically carry a dozen bombs and have 4 mounted machine guns covering the
front, rear, port, and starboard sides. The crew consists of 40-60 members of
the Luftwaffe with 50-70 fallschirmjager. At least a few Kriegzeppelins are
crewed by SS Commandos. The frame work of a war zeppelin is covered in
reversable armored plates. One side is armored and the reverse side is mirrored
reflecting back the surrounding sky and serving as a cloaking device.
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