Date: Thu, 14 Dec 2023 03:30:35 -0700 From: tarzan Subject: Tarzan and The Dance of Dominance - Chapter 20 Disclaimer: I do not own Tarzan or related characters and am not making a profit from sharing this story here. The character was created by Edgar Rice Burroughs and is now in the public domain. Any similarity between the characters in this story and real people is entirely coincidental and incredibly hot. I always appreciate your feedback and would love to hear your ideas. Please support Nifty with donations of any size to help them provide a platform for so many fascinating stories. Please use this link to donate: http://donate.nifty.org/. Chapter 20: The Spectacle of the Captive -------------------------------- (c) tarzanstud1@gmail.com * * * * * As Tarzan's cage was brought into The Dom's Den, the patrons erupted into a chorus of excitement and anticipation. It was a grand spectacle, and Mr. Blackwood reveled in the role of a circus barker, commanding Tarzan to exit the cage with a firm tug on his leash. "Behold, ladies and gentlemen, the mighty Tarzan!" Mr. Blackwood's voice boomed, his words serving as an incantation to whip the crowd into a frenzy. "A specimen of unparalleled strength and power!" Tarzan, now standing before his Master, felt the weight of his captivity pressing down upon him. Mr. Blackwood made him trot in a circle at the end of the leash, his movements a forced display of submission. The crowd, fueled by a mix of fascination and sadistic pleasure, taunted Tarzan. Their voices became a cacophony of ridicule and humiliation, their words a constant reminder of his fallen status. "Look at him, a king reduced to a pet!" one patron jeered, his laughter echoing through the club. "He's nothing more than a beast in chains!" another chimed in, their voices dripping with scorn. Amidst the taunts and insults, the patrons began to offer their suggestions for Tarzan's performance, each accompanied by a sum of money. Mr. Blackwood listened intently, his eyes scanning the crowd for the highest bidder. "I want to see him wrestle a wild boar!" one patron declared, waving a handful of bills in the air. "Make him dance like a monkey!" another shouted, offering a generous sum for the spectacle. The bids continued, each suggestion more outlandish than the last, the patrons reveling in their newfound power over the once-mighty king. Mr. Blackwood assessed the offers, a calculating glint in his eyes, ready to select the highest bidder and bring their twisted desires to life. * * * * * As the patrons clamored with their offers, Mr. Blackwood's eyes scanned the crowd, his gaze sharp and calculating. Finally, he settled on the highest bidder, a man with a malevolent gleam in his eyes and a thick wad of bills in his hand. "You, sir," Mr. Blackwood declared, pointing to the man, "You have the honor of choosing Tarzan's performance." The man's face contorted into a cruel smile as he stepped forward, the bills rustling in his hand. "I want to see Tarzan wrestle a wild boar," the man said, licking his lips at the thought. "Make it a true test of his strength." The crowd erupted in agreement, their voices a chorus of anticipation. Tarzan, though bound by captivity, understood that this was the price he paid for the crowd's amusement. Under Mr. Blackwood's command, Tarzan was led to a specially prepared area. The wild boar, a creature of fierce determination, awaited its reluctant opponent. Tarzan's muscles rippled beneath his tunic as he squared off against the formidable beast. The arena was a stage of primal confrontation, a battleground where two forces of nature clashed with a furious intensity. Tarzan, stripped of his regal stature but not his indomitable spirit, stood tall and resolute. His muscles, taut and honed by years in the unforgiving jungle, rippled beneath the coarse fabric of his tunic. Before him, the wild boar was a vision of raw power, its muscles corded and eyes glinting with a fierce determination. Its tusks, sharp and deadly, gleamed in the harsh light of the arena. With a fierce battle cry, the struggle commenced. Tarzan's movements were a dance of raw power and primal instinct, his every muscle working in harmony. The boar fought valiantly, its tusks slashing through the air. As the first clash came, it was a blur of motion and sound. Tarzan's movements were a symphony of precision and force, his every action a testament to the primal instincts that pulsed through his veins. He dodged the boar's charging advances with an uncanny grace, each step calculated and deliberate. The boar, a creature of brute strength and unwavering resolve, fought with a ferocity that matched Tarzan's own. Its tusks slashed through the air, aiming for any vulnerable point they could find. The clash of titans echoed through the arena, the ground trembling beneath their furious dance. Under Mr. Blackwood's watchful eye, Tarzan's every move was directed with precision. He urged Tarzan to use his strength to its fullest, whipping tarzan as he battled, encouraging him to overpower the boar and prove his worth to the watching crowd. As the battle raged on, the patrons watched in rapt fascination, their eyes fixed on the spectacle before them. The air was charged with tension, each movement a display of the enduring strength that Tarzan possessed. Tarzan's senses were honed to a razor's edge, every muscle in his body responding with a fluidity that spoke of a lifetime spent in the heart of the wild. He seized upon every opening, every moment of vulnerability in the boar's onslaught, countering with a precision that spoke of a profound connection to the untamed forces of nature. As the fierce battle between Tarzan and the wild boar unfolded, Lord Harrington arrived at the club, his presence commanding attention. He joined Mr. Blackwood at the edge of the arena, their eyes fixed on the spectacle before them. "Quite the magnificent display, wouldn't you agree, Lord Harrington?" Mr. Blackwood remarked, his tone filled with a calculated enthusiasm. Lord Harrington nodded, his gaze never leaving the tumultuous clash of man and beast. "Indeed, Blackwood," Lord Harrington marveled. "Tarzan's fighting ability is truly remarkable. His every move speaks to the power that courses through him." They observed Tarzan's every motion, their eyes scrutinizing his form, from the sinewy muscles that rippled beneath his tunic to the calculated precision with which he countered the boar's advances. Lord Harrington's voice dropped to a low murmur, the excitement barely contained. "Look at him, Blackwood. A king transformed into a captive, yet his strength endures. His transition has been seamless." Mr. Blackwood nodded in agreement, his eyes gleaming with a mix of admiration and avarice. "Indeed, my lord. He is a most valuable acquisition, one that promises great profit for us both." The crowd, a sea of eager faces, watched in breathless anticipation. Their cheers and gasps punctuated the fierce struggle, their eyes fixed on the spectacle unfolding before them. The enduring strength that Tarzan possessed was a force that could not be extinguished, even in the face of captivity. Finally, with a surge of primal might, Tarzan seized the opportunity he'd been waiting for. With a mighty heave, he overpowered the wild boar, subduing it with a display of raw dominance. The crowd erupted into a crescendo of cheers, their approval of the awe-inspiring performance they had witnessed ringing through the club. Tarzan, victorious but not unscathed, stood tall and resolute, a symbol of the indomitable spirit that still burned within him. Tarzan's triumph sent a surge of electricity through the crowd. Lord Harrington and Mr. Blackwood watched with a shared satisfaction, their plans inching ever closer to fruition. "Remarkable," Lord Harrington murmured, his voice filled with a sense of triumph. "Our latest acquisition proves to be even more formidable than anticipated." Mr. Blackwood's smile was a wolfish grin, his eyes alight with the promise of untold riches. "Indeed, my lord. Tarzan is a prize that will continue to yield dividends for us." The two men turned their attention back to Tarzan, their minds already buzzing with visions of future profit and power, their anticipation barely contained. Mr. Blackwood, his face a mask of satisfaction, led Tarzan back to his cage. Though bound by captivity, Tarzan's strength and resilience remained a force to be reckoned with. * * * * * When they got to the cage, Mr. Blackwood turned Tarzan to face the crowd, taking his arm and holding it up in triumph to the crowd. "Gentlemen! Witness the unmatched might of Tarzan! A true king of the jungle!" Blackwood proclaimed triumphantly. As Mr. Blackwood spoke to the crowd, he discreetly jabbed Tarzan with a tranquilizer. Tarzan's movements became sluggish. "Wha... you... do..?" tarzan managed to slur out as his strength was subdued by his superiors. As the savage stud slipped into unconsciousness, Blackwood's men quickly secured Tarzan to the outside of his cage. "We got him, Boss," said the lead henchman. "Excellent," Blackwood said, smirking. "Make sure he's secure. We can't afford any... surprises." Lord Harrington joined Mr. Blackwood and they speak in hushed tones as they watched Tarzan being bound. "Impressive, Blackwood," said Harrington. "Tarzan's strength is even greater than I anticipated." "Indeed, my lord," Blackwood said, his eyes devouring the sight of the jungle stud in his control. "He's a valuable asset." "We need to ensure we extract every ounce of profit from him," Lord Harrington mused. "How can we further capitalize on this acquisition?" "We can expand the spectacle, my lord," Blackwood suggested. "Perhaps larger, more dangerous creatures for him to face." "Yes, and we can charge a premium for such displays," Lord Harrington said, nodding in agreement. "The wealth this could bring is staggering." "And if we establish Tarzan as the ultimate spectacle, we could even attract investors from the highest echelons of society," Blackwood said, a glint in his eye. "Yes, yes," Lord Harrington said, practically drooling at the prospect. "We must exploit this opportunity to its fullest potential." * * * * * END OF CHAPTER TWENTY------------------------------------- Thanks for the emails! I always appreciate hearing your reactions, including your constructive criticism. If you have any feedback or input, please contact me at tarzanstud1@gmail.com .