Date: Wed, 20 Dec 2023 21:45:09 -0700 From: tarzan Subject: Tarzan and the Dance of Dominance - Chapter 22 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 22: Three Perspectives on the Savage Slave Stud -------------------------------- (c) tarzanstud1@gmail.com * * * * * Tarzan was bound firmly to the exterior of his cage, suspended above the men who plotted his fate. His powerful limbs, once symbols of untamed strength, were rendered immobile by sturdy ropes and chains. His broad chest rose and fell with each breath, the play of muscles beneath the skin evident even in his constrained state. Sweat glistened on his bronzed skin, reminiscent of his battle with the boar, his exertion and confinement. His chiseled features bore an expression of stoic determination, despite the obvious discomfort of his predicament. His piercing eyes, once gleaming with wild vitality, now held a mixture of resignation and defiance. The jungle-born hero was a stark contrast to his current situation, an emblem of primal power harnessed and restrained. * * * * * Tarzan Tool In the silent recesses of his mind, Tarzan allowed himself a moment of reflection. The trials he had endured under the dominion of Lord Harrington and the cunning Mr. Blackwood weighed heavily upon his heart. The once boundless jungle had become a stifling cage, its verdant embrace now replaced by the cold, unyielding steel of man-made constraints. The days of relentless labor, the unending toil under the merciless sun, etched their mark upon his muscular frame. The chains that bound him, both physical and metaphorical, bore witness to the strength of his spirit and the depth of his suffering. Each day was a brutal display of his resilience, an unyielding battle against the forces that sought to break him. Yet, it was the loss of his freedom, the stolen autonomy that cut deepest. Tarzan, who once roamed the jungle with the grace and fluidity of the creatures he called kin, now moved at the whim of his captors. He was a puppet, a pawn in their grand designs, his every action dictated by their insidious will. The cruel shearing of his body hair was a symbol of his emasculation. It was a violation of the very essence of his being, a calculated move to strip him of the strength that defined him. Tarzan could feel the loss keenly, a gnawing emptiness that echoed through his very core. And then there were the whispered plans, the ominous designs that Harrington and Blackwood shared in hushed tones. Their ambitions stretched far beyond the confines of the jungle, reaching into realms Tarzan could scarcely fathom. The tournament, the expeditions, the battles against mythical creatures--they were all woven into a tapestry of power and dominance, with Tarzan as the unwitting centerpiece. The thought of becoming a mere spectacle, a pawn in their grandiose schemes, filled Tarzan with a primal dread. He had been a king, a guardian of the jungle's secrets, but now he was reduced to a mere commodity, a tool to be wielded by those who sought to conquer all they surveyed. As he contemplated the trials that lay ahead, a spark of defiance ignited within Tarzan's soul. He would not be broken, not by the cruel hand of fate nor the machinations of those who sought to tame him. Deep within the recesses of his being, the spirit of the jungle still pulsed, a fierce and untamed force that could not be extinguished. He was losing sight of his original mission, the plan, his disguise, his partnership with Kessler. He was forced into survival mode, no room in his brain for anything beyond the immediate peril he faced if failed to satisfy a demand. Tarzan resolved to find a way to reclaim his destiny. He would bide his time, gathering the strength and cunning that had served him so well in the past. He would watch, he would wait, and when the moment was right, he would seize his chance to break free from the shackles that bound him. For Tarzan knew that the jungle, with all its untamed fury and boundless wonders, was his true home. And no matter the trials he faced, he would find his way back to its embrace, reclaiming his rightful place as its fierce and indomitable protector. * * * * * Lord Harrington's Ambitioin The acquisition of Tarzan had been a coup of unprecedented proportions. Lord Harrington reveled in the audacity of it all, in the way the mighty ape-man had been reduced to a mere plaything in his grand design. Since winning the bid, Harrington had observed the transformation of the once indomitable king of the jungle into a subservient shadow of his former self. What excited Harrington the most was the potential for boundless conquest. Tarzan, with his unparalleled strength and instinctual knowledge of the jungle, was the key to unlocking territories hitherto deemed impenetrable. The thought of expanding his dominion, of carving out new realms under his banner, set a fire of ambition ablaze within Harrington's chest. As he watched Tarzan toil in the fields and submit to the whims of the crowd at the club, Harrington envisioned a future where the ape-man would lead his expeditions into uncharted territories. The empire would stretch its boundaries, its influence eclipsing all that had come before. Tarzan would be the herald of this new era, a symbol of Harrington's unassailable power. But it was the ultimate fantasy that consumed Harrington's thoughts. He envisaged Tarzan not just as a conqueror, but as a living legend, immortalized in tales of glory and conquest. He would build monuments in honor of his triumph over tarzan, etching his name into the annals of history. The once wild and untamed beast would become a figurehead, a symbol of Harrington's unyielding dominion. And when all was said and done, Harrington saw Tarzan as a loyal vassal, forever bound to serve his will. The king of the jungle would bow before the lord of the empire, an obedient instrument in Harrington's quest for supremacy. It was a vision that drove Harrington's every move, a dream that fueled his insatiable thirst for power. * * * * * Blackwood's Machinations Since aligning himself with Lord Harrington, Mr. Blackwood had witnessed the unfolding of a plan so audacious, it bordered on the sublime. Together, they had tamed the wild, bending Tarzan to their will, and in doing so, had unraveled the mysteries of the jungle. What excited Blackwood the most was the sheer audacity of their ambitions. The grand tournament, the expeditions into uncharted territories, the battles against mythical creatures--all were threads in a tapestry of dominance, with Tarzan at its center. It was a spectacle the likes of which the world had never seen, the proud product of their cunning and vision. As he watched Tarzan perform in the club, Blackwood saw not just an obedient pawn, but a living representation of their mastery over the untamed. The audience's rapt attention, their awestruck gazes--it was a symphony of submission, a triumph of their power. But it was the ultimate fantasy that consumed Blackwood's thoughts. He envisioned Tarzan not as a mere servant, but as a living monument to their triumph. He would be the jewel in their crown, the prized possession of their empire. Blackwood saw Tarzan as a symbol of their dominion, the personification of their unassailable power. And when all was said and done, Blackwood imagined Tarzan as a willing accomplice, a partner in their grand designs, albeit an inferior partner whose place was on his knees at their feet. With tarzan in their control, Harrington and Blackwood would shape the world in their image, their names etched into history as architects of a new era. It was a vision that fueled Blackwood's every move, a dream that drove him to ever greater heights of cunning and ambition. * * * * * END OF CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO------------------------------------- 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 .