Date: Fri, 19 Apr 2024 03:54:03 -0600 From: tarzan Subject: Tarzan and The Dance of Dominance, Chapter 43 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/. Special thanks this week to the Outpost's theater critic and gossip columnist, Jonathan Alden, who picked up much of the slack when I was inexcusably late with this most recent chapter. Chapter 42: The Savage Soul Unleashed-------------------------------- (c) tarzanstud1@gmail.com Gossip Gazette By Jonathan Alden Tarzan Unleashed: A Symphony of Power and Submission Dear readers, Last night, I had the extraordinary privilege of witnessing a spectacle that defied all expectations, a display of dominance that left even this seasoned observer breathless. In the hallowed halls of Mr. Blackwood's exclusive club, I beheld a trio of alpha masters exerting their power over none other than the legendary Tarzan. The air was thick with tension, every command a sharp crack that resonated through the room. The first master, with a voice like rolling thunder, commanded Tarzan to flex his formidable muscles. It was a sight to behold, the jungle hero's sinews rippling with primal power. The second master took a more tactile approach, his hands tracing the contours of Tarzan's sculpted physique, testing the limits of his endurance. The third, the unequivocal authority in the room, directed Tarzan through a series of movements that pushed the slave to his very limits. Each tug on the leash was a stark reminder of his place, every word a decree that brooked no dissent. Hidden in the shadows, I could barely contain the fire that surged through me. The displays of power were nothing short of intoxicating. I watched as Tarzan's body yielded and obeyed, every sinewy muscle a tribute to the mastery of his captors. From my vantage point, I caught tantalizing glimpses of what Tarzan's loincloth normally concealed, a vulnerability that only heightened the erotic tension in the room. This was a symphony of power and submission, a ballet of command and obedience that left me, and surely every witness present, breathless. I feverishly recorded every detail, every nuance, determined to capture this raw, unbridled dominance in words. It is a tale that I am certain will captivate you, dear readers, just as it captivated me. In the wake of this extraordinary night, I am left with one burning question: what further heights of submission will Tarzan be compelled to reach? The answer, I suspect, lies in the hands of these formidable masters, whose dominance over the legendary jungle hero is a testament to the boundless depths of human desire. Until next time, my discerning readers, stay captivated. Yours in scandal and spectacle, Jonathan Alden * * * * * Outpost Column Tarzan's Ascension: Readers Weigh In! Dear Readers, Last week, I posed a question to you all: "What further heights of submission will Tarzan be compelled to reach?" Your responses have been nothing short of extraordinary. It seems you are just as captivated by this spectacle as I am. From the depths of your imaginations, you've conjured up scenarios that leave no room for ambiguity about where Tarzan belongs. Here are some of your most intriguing suggestions: Reader One: "I'd like to see Tarzan bound and gagged, kneeling at the feet of a true alpha master, ready to serve without question." Reader Two: "How about Tarzan in a strict bondage position, his muscles straining against restraints, a symbol of his absolute submission." Reader Three: "I can't help but fantasize about Tarzan wearing a collar, branded with the mark of his new master. It's time he knows his place." Reader Four: "I imagine Tarzan, clad only in a leather harness, awaiting his master's every command, eager to please in any way necessary." Reader Five: "Let's see Tarzan in the stocks, arms and legs bound, completely vulnerable and at the mercy of his dominant. It's time he's truly humbled." Reader Six: "Tarzan, stripped of all pretense, clad only in chains, his defiance broken, ready to serve his true superior." These are just a few of the many responses I received. It's clear that Tarzan's Alpha Ascension has captured your imaginations. Your vivid and explicit visions serve as a testament to the power of this event. The Alpha Ascension is nearly upon us, and rest assured, I will be there to witness every moment. Until then, keep those fantasies flowing, dear readers. Yours in anticipation, Jonathan Alden Gossip Gazette, The Outpost * * * * * Alden and Mr. Blackwood sat in Mr. Blackwood's dimly lit office, surrounded by the scent of aged leather and polished wood. The air was charged with anticipation, each of them eager to discuss the readers' suggestions for tarzan's grand display at the Alpha Ascension. "So, Alden, what have your readers offered up?" Mr. Blackwood leaned back in his chair, a glint of curiosity in his eyes. Alden produced a sheaf of papers filled with neatly typed suggestions, each one more tantalizing than the last. "Well, we've certainly received some imaginative ideas. Let's start with this one," he said, sliding a paper across the desk towards Mr. Blackwood. The wealthy club owner picked up the paper and scanned the contents. "Ah, positioning tarzan in a kneeling posture with his head bowed, presenting himself as the ultimate symbol of submission. That's a classic move, Alden. It allows for maximum exposure and vulnerability." Alden nodded in agreement. "Exactly. And paired with that suggestion, we have this one," he added, passing another paper to Mr. Blackwood. "Placing him on a raised platform, ensuring everyone has a clear view of his submission. It's a powerful visual, don't you think?" Mr. Blackwood's eyes gleamed with approval. "Yes, indeed. And let's not forget the incorporation of restraints. We can secure him in a way that emphasizes his helplessness. It'll be a stark reminder of his place in the hierarchy." Alden's excitement was palpable. "Precisely. And here's a suggestion that caught my eye - having him wear a ceremonial collar. It's a powerful symbol of ownership and control. Imagine the impact that would have." Mr. Blackwood's lips curved into a satisfied smile. "Yes, a collar would make a statement. It signifies his complete surrender to his masters. It's the epitome of submission." Alden leaned forward, his eyes gleaming with excitement. "Now, about these other suggestions. The first one proposes tarzan in a leather harness, completely at the mercy of his master's commands. It's a striking image, don't you think?" Mr. Blackwood nodded thoughtfully. "Yes, a harness would leave him exposed and utterly under our control. The contrast between the leather and his skin... It would emphasize his transformation." "Exactly," Alden replied. "Now, the second suggestion involves the stocks. It's a timeless display of vulnerability. Arms and legs bound, completely at the mercy of his dominant. It's a powerful statement of submission." Mr. Blackwood's gaze fixed on Alden, his eyes ablaze with anticipation. "The stocks... That would be a profound visual. The helplessness, the complete surrender... It would leave an indelible mark on all who witness it." Alden continued, his voice filled with conviction. "And then there's the suggestion of chains. Stripping him of all pretense, leaving him clad only in chains, broken and ready to serve his true superior. It's the ultimate symbol of his submission." Mr. Blackwood's face took on a steely resolve. "Chains... Yes. It would be a stark reminder of his place, of his purpose. The clinking, the weight... It would serve as a constant reminder of his submission." As they delved deeper into the implementation of these suggestions, their discussion became more animated. Ideas flowed freely, each one more daring and evocative than the last. They were shaping an event that would leave an indelible mark on everyone present, a testament to tarzan's complete surrender to his masters. By the time they concluded their discussion, they had a meticulously detailed plan for each suggestion. Tarzan's display at the Alpha Ascension would be a symphony of submission, a masterpiece of dominance and control. They were poised to showcase the true extent of tarzan's transformation from mighty hero to obedient servant. * * * * * As they delve into the specifics, Alden and Blackwood exchange a flurry of ideas, each one more tantalizing than the last. They consider various outfits and restraints to adorn tarzan, discussing the merits of leather harnesses, chains, and other accoutrements that will emphasize his submission. They talk about how each item will fit and emphasize his physique, ensuring that every detail contributes to the overall impact. They also discuss the sequence of actions that tarzan will perform during the Alpha Ascension. Alden is particularly keen on choreographing a series of movements that showcase tarzan's obedience and responsiveness to his masters' commands. They want to strike a balance between controlled dominance and a show of raw power, ensuring that the audience is captivated from start to finish. Furthermore, they consider the psychological aspect of the performance. How will tarzan's demeanor be? What expressions will he wear? How can they amplify the feeling of his submission through non-verbal cues? These questions prompt a detailed discussion about body language and facial expressions, aiming to convey the depths of tarzan's newfound servitude. Alden and Blackwood also talk about the setting. They want the arena to be carefully designed to evoke a sense of power and dominance. They discuss lighting, music, and even the scent in the air, all of which will contribute to the atmosphere of the event. Through this intense brainstorming session, they refine their vision, carefully considering each element to ensure that the Alpha Ascension becomes a truly unforgettable experience for everyone involved. * * * * * As Alden and Blackwood pause in their planning, they glance out at the fields and gasp simultaneously at the sight of the overseer completely controlling the savage slave with his masterful use of tarzan's cock leash. With one end of the leash held tight in the overseer's fist and the other end pulling on tarzan's cock ring under his loincloth, the effect is arousing for all who witness it. The diligence Hargrove employs in keeping the leash in place, gripping the loincloth to ensure proper positioning, has had a tremendous effect to both humiliate tarzan and direct him toward his proper place and to inspire those who see him. Alden and Blackwood are both thoroughly impressed with the overseer's ingenuity in utilizing the leash to exert control over tarzan. They marvel at how such a seemingly simple addition has had such a profound impact on tarzan's demeanor and the reactions of those around him. Alden notes how the overseer's attention to detail, particularly in how he maintains a firm grip on the leash, has a dual effect on tarzan. On one hand, it serves as a constant reminder of his subservient position, a visible and tactile representation of his submission. On the other hand, it directs him with precision, guiding him to his designated tasks and ensuring he remains focused on his duties. Blackwood chimes in, expressing how the overseer's approach has elevated the entire dynamic on the estate. He mentions how the other slaves have taken notice, witnessing tarzan's transformation from a legendary hero to a submissive servant. They've seen the power of the leash and how it enforces the hierarchy, instilling a deeper sense of order and discipline among them. They both agree that the overseer's use of the leash has been a stroke of genius. It demonstrates his keen understanding of power dynamics and his ability to adapt to the unique challenge presented by tarzan. The leash has become a symbol of authority, a visual cue that everyone can recognize, reinforcing the dominance of tarzan's superiors. In essence, they recognize that the overseer's meticulous application of the leash has been instrumental in reshaping tarzan's identity and solidifying his role as a submissive slave. It's a demonstration of how even the smallest details can have a significant impact on the power dynamic within the estate. As the day's work comes to a close, Hargrove brings tarzan before Alden and Blackwood. The overseer's stern command brings tarzan to a halt before them. "Tarzan, present yourself to your superiors," Hargrove orders, his whip coiled in his hand, a constant reminder of authority. Alden steps forward, looking at tarzan with a mixture of curiosity and anticipation. "Hargrove, you've done quite the job with him. May I?" he asks, extending his hand towards tarzan. The overseer nods, allowing Alden to approach. As Alden reaches out, his fingers make contact with the worn leather of the loincloth. He can feel the tautness of the material and the subtle pressure of the chain leash beneath it. It's a stark contrast to the hero's former attire, a clear indication of his new status. "He's a different man now, isn't he?" Alden remarks, his voice filled with a mixture of fascination and satisfaction. Hargrove smirks, nodding in agreement. "Aye, he's learned his place." Blackwood steps forward, intrigued by the meticulous arrangement. He watches intently as Alden explores, then decides to take his turn. With a focused expression, he examines the loincloth, gently pushing and prodding to understand the positioning of the leash. "You've done well, Hargrove," Blackwood comments, impressed by the overseer's attention to detail. "This adds a new layer to his submission." As Blackwood's hand moves, he senses the way the leash is secured beneath the loincloth. He pulls it taut, following its path until he reaches the ring. It's a moment of revelation, as he gains a deeper understanding of how tarzan is tethered and controlled. "It's a stroke of brilliance, Hargrove," Blackwood praises. "This changes everything." Hargrove stands tall, a sense of pride evident in his posture. "Thank you, sir. It's an honor to serve." Mr. Blackwood's fingers deftly explore the contours of the ring beneath tarzan's loincloth, testing its tightness and durability. He gives it a sudden squeeze, noting the immediate reaction that shoots through the slave's body. Tarzan tenses, a sharp intake of breath his only audible response. "Hmm, quite secure, isn't it?" Blackwood remarks, glancing over at Hargrove and Alden. Hargrove watches with keen interest, nodding in agreement. "Indeed, it seems to be doing its job." With a determined expression, Blackwood gives the leash a hard yank downwards. Tarzan is pulled off balance, forced to bend at the knees to relieve the tension. The strain on his body is evident, muscles working to maintain the awkward position. "Remarkable," Blackwood observes. "The level of control is astounding." He releases the leash and then yanks it upwards, keeping his hand raised to measure how long tarzan can stand on tiptoe. The slave complies, his body stretched to its limits. Beads of sweat form on his forehead, revealing his physical exertion. "Look at that," Blackwood marvels. "He's quite the spectacle, isn't he?" Hargrove offers a gruff nod of approval, acknowledging the effectiveness of the leash and ring combination. "He's learning his place, sir." Blackwood takes a section of the chain and uses it to guide tarzan, the cold metal a stark contrast against the warmth of his skin. With a flick of his wrist, he strikes the front of the loincloth, a sharp crack echoing through the space. Tarzan startles, his senses sharpened by the sudden sting. "Keep him alert," Blackwood commands, his tone laced with disdain. "We want him fully aware of his position." As the trio continues their assessment, tarzan remains at their mercy, bound by the unyielding force of their dominance. Each action and command serves to reinforce his place in this new world, a world where he is no longer a hero, but a humble slave. Mr. Blackwood, now fully immersed in his assessment, yanks the chain downwards, his commanding voice cutting through the air. "Knees, slave." Tarzan obeys instantly, dropping to his knees before his master. Blackwood's grip tightens, exerting control over his captive. With one hand, he opens tarzan's mouth, his fingers inspecting teeth, gums, and tongue with a discerning eye. He feels for any irregularities, satisfied with the examination. He then moves to test tarzan's throat, sliding his finger in. Tarzan instinctively tightens his muscles, accommodating the intrusion. Blackwood's lips curve into a satisfied smile, pleased with the level of obedience displayed. "Good, good," he murmurs, a tone of approval in his voice. Turning his attention to the rings adorning tarzan's pecs, Blackwood gives them a calculated tug, observing the subtle shifts in the slave's stance. He pulls them in various directions, noting the ease with which tarzan can be directed by these simple but effective devices. As he pulls one ring, tarzan is brought closer to him, their proximity heightening the tension in the air. Blackwood's fingers find purchase on the fabric of the loincloth, along with the chain beneath it. He squeezes firmly, exerting pressure to elicit a reaction from tarzan. A yelp escapes tarzan's lips, the sensation of the chain digging into his skin impossible to ignore. Blackwood continues, his grip unyielding as he tests the limits of his slave's endurance. He watches intently, assessing every nuance of tarzan's response. "Good boy," Blackwood praises, patting the taut fabric of the loincloth. His words carry both affirmation and a hint of condescension. In this dynamic, he is the master, and tarzan is the obedient servant. The room is charged with the palpable energy of dominance and submission, the boundaries between them clearly defined. Tarzan, once a mighty hero, now kneels before his superior, every action and command reinforcing his place as a humble slave. The men huddle together, their voices low but charged with energy and excitement. They watch tarzan intently, taking in the bulging fabric of his loincloth that betrays his arousal. It's a declaration of their power and dominance over him. Harrington comes outside to join the men, his eyes narrowed with curiosity at what he sees. "Well, well, it seems our jungle hero still has a bit of fight left in him, doesn't he?" He glances at Blackwood and Hargrove, a smirk playing at the corners of his lips. Hargrove chimes in, "Indeed. It's remarkable how the whip and leash have turned him from a wild beast to a docile pet." Blackwood's gaze is fixed on tarzan, his expression a mix of satisfaction and calculation. He steps closer, addressing the subdued slave. "Tarzan," he begins, his voice firm, "how do you find yourself in this position?" Tarzan's eyes meet Blackwood's, a mixture of shame, arousal, and submission swirling in their depths. "Tarzan... Tarzan at Master mercy," he replies, his voice tinged with a hint of hesitation. A tense silence follows, broken only by the distant echoes of the mine. Blackwood's brows furrow slightly, displeased with the omission. He raises his foot and delivers a sharp kick where tarzan is most vulnerable, where the chain in Blackwood's hand connects to the ring binding tarzan's cock and bull balls. The sudden pain jolts through tarzan, and he grunts, his eyes squeezing shut for a moment. He quickly corrects himself, his voice laced with urgency. "Tarzan at Master Blackwood mercy. Tarzan serve, obey, Master command." Blackwood nods, satisfied with the revised response. "Much better, Tarzan. Remember, your place is at my feet, ready to serve and obey without question." The interrogation continues, the men probing deeper into tarzan's psyche. They ask about his previous life, his former exploits, and how it feels to now be stripped of his title and reduced to a mere slave. Each question is designed to elicit not only verbal responses but also to gauge tarzan's body language, his level of submission, and the extent of his understanding of his newfound role. As the conversation progresses, Blackwood keeps a watchful eye on tarzan's reactions. Any hint of defiance or hesitation is met with a stern reminder of his place. The lesson is clear: in this new reality, tarzan's existence is defined by his service to his Master, and any deviation from that path will be met with swift and decisive correction. * * * * * Gossip Gazette By Jonathan Alden Tarzan's Journey: From Jungle Hero to Submissive Sensation Dear readers, Buckle up, because I have some tantalizing tidbits that will leave you on the edge of your seats. The Alpha Ascension is rapidly approaching, and it seems our once-mighty jungle hero, Tarzan, has been quite the subject of interest lately. In a recent exclusive, I was granted an inside look at Tarzan's transformation under the watchful eyes of his newfound superiors. The scene was nothing short of electric, as Tarzan was put through his paces, revealing a side of him we've never seen before. The dynamic between Tarzan and his masters is something straight out of a steamy novel, and it's clear that this Alpha Ascension will be one for the record books. Tarzan's owners spared no effort in ensuring he understands his place, and trust me, the results are jaw-dropping. I witnessed moments of absolute dominance, with Tarzan hanging on every command. It's incredible how a man, once a symbol of untamed power, can be brought to his knees by the right hands. The leash that now binds him is a potent symbol of his submission, a stark contrast to the loincloth that once stood as a testament to his strength. As the Alpha Ascension looms nearer, I can't help but wonder what further heights of submission Tarzan will be compelled to reach. One thing is for certain, this event promises to be a showcase of raw, unbridled dominance that will leave us all spellbound. Until next time, dear readers, keep your eyes peeled for updates on Tarzan's journey. You won't want to miss a moment of this electrifying tale. Yours in scandal and sensation, Jonathan Alden * * * * * Gossip Gazette By Jonathan Alden Tarzan's Trials: Reader Reactions and Provocative Proposals Dear readers, The response to my last column has been nothing short of overwhelming! It seems you're just as intrigued as I am by Tarzan's journey into submission. Your letters have poured in, filled with suggestions, speculations, and some rather provocative proposals for what the Alpha Ascension may hold. Let's dive right into it, shall we? Letter 1: from "RopedInRoyalty" "Dear Mr. Alden, Your account of Tarzan's transformation was positively riveting! I can't help but imagine him further bound, perhaps in leather restraints that accentuate his newfound place of submission. The juxtaposition of strength and vulnerability would be simply delicious, don't you think?" Letter 2: From "MasterOfDesire" "Jonathan, Your column had me on the edge of my seat! I'm picturing Tarzan in a cage, a magnificent display of dominance and confinement. Imagine the spectacle as he's presented, his primal nature tamed by the unyielding control of his masters. Now that would be a sight to behold." Letter 3: From "WhipLover45" "Mr. Alden, Your insights into Tarzan's journey are simply enthralling. I'd love to see him harnessed, each strap speaking to his surrender. The creak of leather, the jingle of chains--it's a symphony of submission waiting to be composed." Letter 4: From "AlphaHunter87" "Dear Jonathan, Your column left me with vivid visions of Tarzan at the mercy of his masters. I propose a challenge--an obstacle course that truly tests his newfound obedience. Each trial would be an opportunity to demonstrate his unwavering submission. The grand finale? Well, let's just say it involves a tantalizing reward." Letter 5: From "BoundInAwe" "Mr. Alden, Your reporting is nothing short of extraordinary. I'd suggest a display of Tarzan in a harness, his body a canvas for his masters' desires. The intricate patterns of leather and chain would embody his complete and utter surrender. It's a vision that leaves me breathless." These are just a few of the captivating suggestions I've received, and I must say, your imaginations are as vivid as ever. The anticipation for the Alpha Ascension is palpable, and I can hardly wait to see how Tarzan's journey unfolds. Until next time, dear readers, keep those letters coming. Your insights and enthusiasm are what make this column thrive. Yours in scandal and sensation, Jonathan Alden * * * * * Gossip Gazette By Jonathan Alden Midnight Whispers: Tarzan's Evening Ritual Dear readers, The intrigue surrounding Tarzan's journey to submission continues to captivate us all. As promised, I'm here to share some exclusive insights into his evening routine, offering you a glimpse into the world of this once-mighty jungle hero. As night falls over Lord Harrington's estate, the atmosphere takes on an almost surreal quality. Shadows dance in the moonlight, and the air is filled with the subtle scent of hay and leather--a tantalizing prelude to the night's events. With the meticulous precision of a maestro, the overseer, Hargrove, guides Tarzan through the final stages of his day. The legendary hero, now a symbol of submission, is led to his sleeping quarters--a humble bed of hay, stark in its simplicity. It's a far cry from the lush canopies of the jungle, a stark reminder of his transformed existence. The removal of Tarzan's loincloth is a ritual in itself. With each motion, Hargrove enforces the stark reality of Tarzan's new reality--the absence of choice, the absence of defiance. The loincloth falls, revealing a canvas of vulnerability. Every inch of his once-proud physique is now subject to the whims of his masters. Tarzan's limbs, once untamed and free, are now bound by the unforgiving embrace of steel. Shackles clasp around wrists and ankles, their cold touch a stark contrast to the heat that radiates from Tarzan's skin. It's a symbolic gesture--a final assertion of dominance, a final reminder of his place. As Tarzan lays on his bed of hay, the chains that now adorn his body glisten in the moonlight, a visual accent to his complete submission. The slave stable itself seems to hold its breath, as if in awe of the transformation that has taken place within its walls. And so, dear readers, we find ourselves at the end of yet another chapter in Tarzan's journey. The night air is filled with an electrifying energy, a sense of anticipation that hangs heavy over the estate. What will the Alpha Ascension bring? What new heights of submission will Tarzan be compelled to reach? The answers lie on the horizon, and I, for one, can hardly wait to see what unfolds. Until next time, dear readers, may your dreams be as vivid as the reality we find ourselves in. Yours in scandal and sensation, Jonathan Alden * * * * * Gossip Gazette By Jonathan Alden Echoes of Submission: Readers' Reveries Dear readers, Your responses to my last column have been nothing short of extraordinary. It seems Tarzan's transformation has ignited a fire within our collective imagination, and your letters overflow with passion and intrigue. Let me share some of your thoughts, as vivid as they are evocative: Letter 1: Dear Mr. Alden, Your words painted a picture that has been etched into my mind since I first read them. The image of Tarzan, vulnerable and submissive, stirs a longing within me that I cannot deny. His once-mighty physique, now subject to the whims of his masters, fuels my most intimate desires. Thank you for providing us with a window into this captivating world. Sincerely, A Captivated Reader Letter 2: Mr. Alden, Your descriptions of Tarzan's transformation have haunted my thoughts and dreams. I find myself unable to escape the image of him, bound and vulnerable, every inch of his body now at the mercy of his masters. The Alpha Ascension promises to be an event of unparalleled dominance, and I can hardly contain my anticipation. Yours in eager anticipation, A Devoted Follower Letter 3: Dear Jonathan Alden, Your words have unlocked a world of fantasies within me. The image of Tarzan, stripped of his defiance and clad only in chains, is seared into my imagination. I find myself yearning to witness his further submission, to see him pushed to new limits of obedience. Your column has kindled a fire within me that I fear will not be easily extinguished. With fervent excitement, A Grateful Reader Letter 4: Mr. Alden, Your words have brought Tarzan's transformation vividly to life. The image of him, his once-proud physique now a canvas for his masters' desires, has left an indelible mark on my imagination. The Alpha Ascension promises to be a spectacle of dominance, and I can scarcely contain my anticipation. Yours in eager anticipation, A Captivated Follower Letter 5: Dear Jonathan Alden, Your descriptions of Tarzan's submission have ignited a fire within me. The image of him, vulnerable and bound, resonates deeply. I find myself yearning to witness his further descent into obedience. Your column has opened my eyes to a world of possibilities, and I eagerly await the Alpha Ascension. With eager anticipation, A Devoted Reader Thank you, dear readers, for sharing your thoughts and desires. It is through your passion that we continue to explore the depths of Tarzan's journey. Yours in scandal and sensation, Jonathan Alden * * * * * Gossip Gazette By Jonathan Alden Dreams of Submission: Readers' Visions Dear readers, Once again, your responses have astounded me. Your dreams and visions of Tarzan's submission reveal a depth of imagination that knows no bounds. Allow me to share some of your most intimate reveries: Letter 1: Dear Mr. Alden, In my dreams, Tarzan knelt before his masters, his powerful physique bound in unbreakable chains. His eyes bore the fire of his once-defiant spirit, now tempered by the unwavering dominance of those who owned him. Each command was met with a fervent obedience, every gesture an affirmation of his new role. Sincerely, A Captivated Dreamer Letter 2: Mr. Alden, In my dreams, Tarzan was led before a gathering of the most commanding men, his body clad only in a leather harness that accentuated his submission. He moved with a grace that belied the chains that bound him, every step a symbol of his newfound role. The room pulsed with an electrifying energy as his masters watched, each command met with an eager fervor. Yours in vivid imagination, An Avid Dreamer Letter 3: Dear Jonathan Alden, In my dreams, Tarzan was presented in the stocks, his powerful limbs rendered powerless by the unyielding embrace of his restraints. He gazed up at his masters with an intensity that spoke of a surrender complete and unwavering. Each touch, each command, was met with a shiver of anticipation, his submission an exquisite dance of desire. With fervent dreams, A Grateful Follower Letter 4: Mr. Alden, In my dreams, Tarzan stood before his masters, stripped of all pretense, his body a canvas for their desires. He moved with a fluidity that spoke of a surrender profound and absolute. Every touch, every command, was met with a surrender that left me breathless. Yours in eager dreams, A Captivated Follower Letter 5: Dear Jonathan Alden, In my dreams, Tarzan's every movement was guided by the chain that bound him, a tangible reminder of his new role. He knelt, he stood, he submitted to every command with a devotion that was both humbling and electrifying to witness. His masters reveled in their newfound authority, every gesture an affirmation of their dominance. With eager dreams, A Devoted Reader Thank you, dear readers, for opening up your dreams and sharing these intimate visions of Tarzan's submission. Your creativity knows no bounds. Yours in scandal and sensation, Jonathan Alden * * * * * Back at the slave stable, Hargrove took charge of the situation, overseeing tarzan's transition from a day of hard labor to the briefest of sleeps before returning to service. With a stern demeanor, he gestured for Tarzan to stand still, surveying him with a critical eye. "Time for you to rest, slave," he grumbled, his voice a low rumble. He grabbed the end of Tarzan's leash, pulling it taut to keep the captive hero in place. Tarzan, still and obedient, awaited his overseer's commands. Hargrove inspected the leather loincloth, ensuring it sat snugly, every inch of Tarzan's powerful form on display. Satisfied, he gave a curt nod to signify his approval. "Off to bed now," Hargrove commanded, leading Tarzan towards his meager bed of hay. The slave followed, his bare feet scraping against the hard ground, the chains jingling with every step. As they reached the bed, Hargrove motioned for Tarzan to sit. The slave lowered himself onto the hay, his muscles tense from the day's exertion. Hargrove approached with a length of chain in hand, securing it to a nearby ring embedded in the wall. He fastened it to Tarzan's collar, ensuring the captive hero was tethered in place. "Rest well, hero," Hargrove muttered sarcastically, giving Tarzan's shoulder a rough pat before stepping back. The room was enveloped in a heavy silence, the dim light casting long, flickering shadows. Tarzan settled onto his meager bed, the hay prickling against his skin. His body, though weary, remained alert, the chains a constant reminder of his new reality. Hargrove stood watch for a moment, ensuring Tarzan was securely restrained. Satisfied, he turned to leave, his boots thudding against the cold ground. "Sleep well, slave," he grumbled, disappearing into the darkness. Alone, Tarzan closed his eyes, his senses attuned to every sound and movement. The night held an air of anticipation, for the Alpha Ascension loomed on the horizon, promising further trials and tribulations for the once-mighty hero. And so, in the stillness of the night, Tarzan drifted into an uneasy slumber, the weight of his chains a constant reminder of his newfound place in this unforgiving world. As the moon hung low in the sky, casting a pale glow across the stable, a fellow slave was summoned to attend to Tarzan. The dim light danced across the hay-strewn floor, casting long, eerie shadows. The slave approached Tarzan's resting form with measured steps, a mix of trepidation and awe in his eyes. He had heard whispers of the once-mighty hero, now reduced to a mere captive, and the gravity of the situation was not lost on him. Gently, the slave knelt beside Tarzan, careful not to disturb his slumber. He observed the leather loincloth that clung to Tarzan's form, a stark contrast to the tattered garment that once proclaimed him a hero. With practiced hands, the slave began to undo the ties of the loincloth, each knot yielding to his deft touch. He moved with a mixture of reverence and purpose, recognizing the significance of this moment. As the loincloth fell away, revealing Tarzan's nakedness, the slave couldn't help but feel a surge of emotion. Here was a man who had once been a force of nature, now reduced to vulnerability. The sight was both humbling and sobering. Next, the slave retrieved the new thong, a simple piece of leather that spoke volumes of Tarzan's changed status. It was smaller, more revealing, a stark reminder of the hierarchy that now governed their existence. With careful precision, the slave fitted the thong onto Tarzan, ensuring it sat snugly against his skin. It was a dramatic transformation, a symbol of submission and servitude. The contrast between the hero of legend and the subdued captive could not have been more glaring. As he worked, the slave couldn't help but reflect on the twists of fate that had brought them to this moment. Tarzan's journey from jungle hero to captive was evidence of the unforgiving nature of their world, where strength could be both a blessing and a curse. Once the thong was in place, the slave stepped back to survey his work. Tarzan now bore the unmistakable mark of a slave, his identity irrevocably altered. The slave couldn't help but feel a mixture of pity and admiration for the man before him. With a final glance, the slave rose to his feet, leaving Tarzan to his uneasy slumber. As he turned to leave, he carried with him a newfound respect for the complexities of power and dominance in their unforgiving world. The night held its secrets, and Tarzan's transformation was but one chapter in the larger tapestry of their existence. * * * * * END OF CHAPTER FORTY-THREE------------------------------------- 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 .