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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