Date: Fri, 16 Feb 2024 03:11:08 -0700 From: tarzan Subject: Tarzan and The Dance of Dominance - Chapter 32 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 32: Shadows of the Jungle -------------------------------- (c) tarzanstud1@gmail.com Baron von Richter crouched in the thick underbrush, eyes fixed on the clearing where Tarzan and Mr. Blackwood stood. The air was thick with tension and secrets, and Richter relished every moment. He watched intently as Tarzan confessed, his voice barely more than a desperate plea. "Is Baron tarzan most much fear," Tarzan admitted, his eyes downcast, his powerful form knelt before Mr. Blackwood. "Baron much cruel, much merciless." Von Richter's heart swelled with malicious delight. To have one's enemy admit such weakness--what sweet victory it was! He suppressed a chuckle, lest the sound betray him to the two figures in the clearing. As Mr. Blackwood's freshly polished boot pressed down on Tarzan's chest, the Baron couldn't help but grin. The once-mighty Tarzan, king of the jungle, reduced to a mere plaything at the whims of his captors. It was a sight to behold. Von Richter marveled at the transformation that had taken place in the jungle's former ruler. The man who had once stood tall and defiant now knelt in submission. It was a testament to the power that their unique partnership held over Tarzan. As Mr. Blackwood dismissed his slave with a casual flick of his foot, von Richter held back a snort of laughter. How far the mighty had fallen. The Alpha Ascension, now mere days away, promised to be a grand spectacle indeed. In the days that followed, Richter's anticipation grew. He knew that the event would be the culmination of their carefully laid plans. Tarzan's true nature would be revealed for all to see, and Richter would revel in the humiliation of his old foe. The jungle seemed to hum with a newfound energy, as if it sensed the impending climax of this long-standing rivalry. Von Richter, hidden in the shadows, watched as preparations for the Alpha Ascension went into full swing. Every passing moment brought them closer to the night that would change everything. The Baron could hardly contain his excitement. He knew that, when the time came, he would have a front-row seat to Tarzan's ultimate downfall. As the event drew closer, von Richter's heart raced with anticipation. He could almost taste the victory that was so tantalizingly close. The Baron was poised to savor every moment of The Alpha Ascension, a malevolent grin playing on his lips. He knew that, before long, Tarzan would be forced to confront the truth of his own nature. And Baron von Richter would be there to witness it all, relishing in the sweet taste of victory as he brought his old enemy to his knees. The jungle held its breath, waiting for the revelation that would change everything. von Richter, hidden in the shadows, watched with bated breath, eager to witness the fall of Tarzan. * * * * * The sun dipped low on the horizon, casting long shadows across the estate as Mr. Blackwood and Alden met in the dimming light. Each carried with them the weight of their encounters with tarzan and Baron von Richter, eager to share their discoveries. "Good evening, Alden," Mr. Blackwood greeted, his voice tinged with a hint of excitement. "Good evening, Mr. Blackwood," Alden replied, equally eager. "I trust you have some intriguing developments to share." Mr. Blackwood gestured for Alden to take a seat on one of the ornate chairs that adorned the terrace. As they settled in, he began to recount his encounter with tarzan. "Tarzan is a complex creature," Mr. Blackwood began, his gaze distant as he recalled the moment. "He bears the weight of his past with a mixture of regret and submission. I pressed him, pushed him to reveal his true fears and adversaries. It seems Baron von Richter is the figure that haunts his dreams the most." Alden leaned forward, his eyes gleaming with anticipation. "Baron von Richter, you say? A fascinating revelation. I had my own encounter with him, though he presented himself in cognito as a Master keen on dominating tarzan during the Alpha Ascension. He is a formidable figure, indeed." Mr. Blackwood's eyes narrowed thoughtfully. "It seems von Richter has his own agenda, one that aligns with our upcoming event. We must proceed with caution, Alden. There is more to this than meets the eye." Alden nodded, absorbing the gravity of the situation. "Agreed. We must be vigilant. The Alpha Ascension draws nearer, and with it, the potential for unforeseen challenges." They sat in contemplative silence for a moment before Alden spoke again. "In light of these revelations, Mr. Blackwood, do you believe there are further stories we should put forth? Additional details that may heighten interest or reveal more about tarzan's true nature?" Mr. Blackwood considered the question carefully. "Yes, Alden. We should continue to stoke the flames of curiosity. Share tales of tarzan's past encounters, perhaps. Paint a vivid picture of his trials and tribulations. It will only serve to draw more eyes to our event." Alden nodded, already formulating the stories in his mind. "And what of Baron von Richter? Do we include him in our narrative, or keep him shrouded in mystery?" Mr. Blackwood leaned back, his gaze fixed on the darkening sky. "For now, let him remain enigmatic. It adds an element of intrigue, a touch of danger. Our readers will be captivated by the unknown." As the night settled around them, the two men continued to plot and plan, their minds alight with the potential of the Alpha Ascension. Each revelation, each encounter, only fueled their determination to create an event that would leave an indelible mark on the jungle, and solidify their dominance over tarzan. * * * * * Alden's next story created such a stir that The Outpost sold out for the first time in its history. Readers couldn't get enough of the tantalizing talk of an upcoming extravaganza featuring the fall of mighty tarzan. Here is his story: Jungle Secrets Unveiled: Tarzan's Past Encounters and Hidden Fears By Jonathan Alden, Outpost Gossip Columnist Ladies and gentlemen, the excitement surrounding the upcoming Alpha Ascension event has reached a fever pitch, and the jungle's most enigmatic figure, Tarzan, continues to captivate our imagination. In the lead-up to this momentous occasion, I've embarked on a journey to uncover the secrets of Tarzan's past, revealing the adversaries and fears that have shaped him into the man we know today. Tarzan's Past Encounters Tarzan's life in the jungle has been nothing short of remarkable. The jungle is teeming with life, but it also harbors its fair share of challenges. Throughout his wild adventures, Tarzan has faced adversaries from both the animal and human worlds. One of the most notable encounters was with the cunning Captain Reynolds, who sought to exploit Tarzan's strength for his own gain. Then there was the relentless Colonel Harris, determined to capture Tarzan and bring him to civilization. Professor Lawrence, Doctor Smithers--these names may be familiar to some, but their encounters with Tarzan are shrouded in mystery. Baron von Richter: A Figure of Intrigue Intriguingly, our investigations have also uncovered a shadowy figure: Baron von Richter. This enigmatic presence has a history with Tarzan that is as complex as it is mysterious. Our sources reveal that Baron von Richter has surfaced recently, seemingly with a keen interest in our jungle hero. The Baron's motives remain cloaked in secrecy, but his presence adds a layer of intrigue to the upcoming Alpha Ascension event. Could he be the key to unlocking Tarzan's deepest secrets? Only time will tell. Tarzan's Hidden Fears As we delve deeper into Tarzan's psyche, we find that even the mighty have their vulnerabilities. Tarzan's encounters in the jungle have left an indelible mark on him, shaping his character in profound ways. More than the ferocious creatures of the jungle, what he truly fears is the relentless pursuit of those superior men who would seek to control him. But, dear readers, there is more to Tarzan's fears than meets the eye. Stay tuned as we explore the darkest corners of Tarzan's psyche in the lead-up to the Alpha Ascension. The Alpha Ascension Approaches With each passing day, the excitement surrounding the Alpha Ascension event grows. The revelation of Tarzan's past adversaries and hidden fears has piqued the curiosity of jungle dwellers far and wide. The mysteries that shroud our hero and the enigmatic Baron von Richter only add to the anticipation. As we prepare for this groundbreaking event, let us remember that the jungle is a place of surprises, and Tarzan is a man of many facets. Join us as we embark on this thrilling journey into the heart of the jungle, where the Alpha Ascension promises to be an event like no other. In the coming weeks, we will continue to uncover the untold stories and hidden truths that lie beneath the surface of this extraordinary jungle hero. Stay tuned, dear readers, for there is much more to discover before the final curtain falls on the Alpha Ascension. Disclaimer: The details presented in this column are based on investigations and sources available at the time of writing. The full truth may be even more captivating than the glimpses we have provided. As the jungle's most anticipated event draws nearer, the intrigue surrounding Tarzan and Baron von Richter deepens. With every revelation, the legend of Tarzan becomes more complex, and the allure of the Alpha Ascension grows stronger. The jungle is abuzz with anticipation, and there's no telling what secrets will be unveiled on that fateful night. Stay tuned, dear readers, for the drama continues to unfold. * * * * * Dreams of Submission Tarzan lay on the coarse bed of straw, his body aching from the day's labor in the fields. Exhaustion threatened to pull him under, but he resisted, fearing the dreams that awaited him. His mind was a battleground, torn between the demands of reality and the allure of the dream world. As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting long shadows across the jungle, Tarzan's eyelids grew heavy. He fought to stay awake, but the relentless pull of slumber was too strong. Slowly, he succumbed, slipping into a fitful doze. The dream came swiftly, engulfing him in a world of shadows and memories. He stood in a darkened chamber, surrounded by figures shrouded in mystery. The air was heavy with tension, and Tarzan's heart pounded in his chest. Before him, a cruel master loomed, face obscured in the darkness. The figure exuded an aura of power and dominance, sending shivers down Tarzan's spine. This was no ordinary dream; it was a confrontation with his deepest fears and desires. "Kneel," the master commanded, voice like thunder in the confined space. Tarzan's limbs moved of their own accord, sinking to the cold stone floor. The weight of submission pressed down on him, both terrifying and exhilarating. The master's gaze bore into Tarzan, piercing through the layers of his psyche. It was a look of possession, of claiming what was rightfully his. Tarzan trembled, torn between resistance and surrender. In the dream, the master's touch was a brand, searing Tarzan's skin with its intensity. Every caress, every command, sent shockwaves through his body. He was a puppet in the hands of a merciless puppeteer, dancing to the master's cruel whims. As the dream unfolded, Tarzan's senses were inundated with a heady mixture of pleasure and pain. The line between reality and illusion blurred, leaving him gasping for breath in the oppressive atmosphere. In the waking world, Tarzan's body twitched and contorted, mirroring the actions of his dream self. Sweat coated his skin, mingling with the dirt and grime of the day's labor. He was a slave to his own subconscious, unable to break free. The dream world held him captive, weaving a tapestry of submission and dominance. Tarzan's mind was a battlefield, torn between the instincts of the jungle and the demands of his new reality. He struggled to reconcile the two, to find a semblance of balance. As the dream neared its climax, Tarzan's heart raced in his chest. He was teetering on the precipice, on the cusp of a revelation that could change everything. The master's voice echoed in his ears, a haunting refrain that threatened to consume him. With a jolt, Tarzan awoke, gasping for breath. His heart pounded in his chest, and his body was drenched in sweat. The dream had released its hold, leaving him shaken and disoriented. He lay in the dim light of the small chamber, trying to make sense of what had transpired. The remnants of the dream clung to him, a lingering specter of submission and power. Tarzan knew that he could no longer deny the truths that his dreams revealed. As the first light of dawn crept through the cracks in the walls, Tarzan rose, a newfound determination burning in his eyes. He would face the Alpha Ascension with the knowledge that he was not defined solely by his past, but by the choices he made in the present. The dream world may hold its secrets, but Tarzan was determined to uncover the truth of his own nature. With each passing day, he would forge his own path, a path that led him closer to the man he was meant to be. And as the Alpha Ascension drew nearer, Tarzan would stand ready to face whatever challenges awaited him, both in the waking world and in the depths of his dreams. * * * * * END OF CHAPTER THIRTY-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 .