Date: Sat, 4 Nov 2023 23:26:33 +0000 (UTC) From: tarzan Subject: Tarzan and The Dance of Dominance, Chapter Three 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. The story is my intellectual property and is (c) to tarzanslav@aol.com. 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 3: A Welcome Hero? In the dense heart of the jungle, where the leaves whispered secrets and the vines held ancient tales, Tarzan moved with the grace and confidence of a creature born to this wild world. He was a figure of power and prowess, living free from the constraints of civilization. The jungle was his kingdom, and every creature within it was subject to his dominion. But this day, an unexpected intruder was making his way through the labyrinth of trees and undergrowth. Tarzan, ever vigilant and protective of those he believed needed saving, observed this newcomer with suspicion from a distance as the stranger made his way deeper into the jungle. * * * * * Vincent Kessler, was a man of many faces. He prided himself on his ability to seamlessly blend into the background, taking on the persona that would serve him best in any given situation. In the depths of the jungle, he masqueraded as a hero, a champion of the oppressed, a man who sought to rescue those who had fallen victim to the slave trade. His attire was deliberately chosen to embody the image of a savior: a weathered leather jacket adorned with various insignias, a wide-brimmed hat that shielded his eyes, and a scarf that he tied loosely around his face, partially hiding his features but leaving enough room for him to communicate with authority. It was an ensemble that exuded the aura of a man on a mission. Kessler's eyes, though sharp and calculating, held a glint of deception. They bore the weight of countless schemes, each one masterfully executed. He approached each mission with a precision that was both impressive and chilling. This was a man who understood the art of deception better than most. As he ventured deeper into the jungle, he had one name on his mind: Tarzan. The legend of the untamed man had reached his ears, and Kessler saw in him the potential for a substantial profit. But first, he needed to gain Tarzan's trust, convince him that they were allies in this battle against slavery. Kessler had studied his prey meticulously. He knew of Tarzan's reputation as a protector of the jungle and its inhabitants. This was a man who valued freedom above all else, a quality that Kessler aimed to exploit. He understood that to ensnare a creature like Tarzan, he would need to be cunning, patient, and above all, convincing. As Kessler made his way through the dense vegetation, he kept a watchful eye on his surroundings. He knew that one wrong step could mean disaster. He was well-versed in the ways of the jungle, a skill he had honed over years of navigating treacherous terrain. Finally, he spotted his target. Tarzan, a figure of raw power and primal energy, moved through the jungle with an ease that was both awe-inspiring and intimidating. Kessler approached cautiously, making sure to keep his true intentions veiled. "Tarzan," he called out, his voice projected with an air of urgency. "I've heard of your struggle against the slave trade. I'm here to help, to stand by your side in this fight." Tarzan turned to face him, his gaze scrutinizing. Kessler met it with a look of unwavering determination, every fiber of his being committed to the act. "You speak of noble intentions" Tarzan responded, his voice a deep rumble of slightly broken English that reverberated through the jungle. "But action speak louder than word. How Tarzan know Tarzan trust?" Kessler knew this was the pivotal moment. He needed to provide Tarzan with a reason to believe in him, to see him as an ally rather than a potential threat. With a carefully calculated gesture, he removed a map from his pocket, its surface marked with the locations of known slave camps. "I've been gathering intelligence on these operations for months," Kessler explained. "I know their tactics, their schedules. Together, we can free those who have been wrongfully enslaved." Tarzan studied the map, his expression inscrutable. After a long moment, he nodded. "We move at dawn. But if this is trap..." Kessler held up a hand, cutting off Tarzan's warning. "I understand. You have my word, Tarzan. We share a common goal, and I'm here to see it through." And so, under the canopy of the jungle, a tenuous alliance was formed, built on the foundation of deception and hidden agendas. Kessler knew that in this dance of shadows, one misstep could lead to his downfall. But the potential rewards were too great to ignore, and he was willing to play this dangerous game until the very end. END OF CHAPTER THREE ----------------------------------------------- Thanks for your emails! This is part of a very long tarzan story. I can forewarn you one last time, graphic sex is not the focus so much as good storytelling with the mighty hero of the jungle experiencing things he never has imagined before. It's definitely racy, and always hot to me, but if you need endless graphic sex, this may not be your ideal. 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