Hostage in Opar
Hostage
Sacrifice
Panel Battle of wills
Prisoner to La
Side of beef
The risks
Edging close to reality
Which hostage?
Legacy
Pissed
Torment
Despicable
Trapped
Endure
End
Hostage
It was chilly in the pit, trembles setting into his bare skin. Korak looked up. Overhead a grill had been slammed shut, his hands were tied behind, no way out of La’s clutches .. trapped. Somewhere above in the cavern a single light was flickering, no sign or sound of life down here. Dismissed by an angry La when Korak had thwarted her, Korak had been jostled and bundled into these dungeons. Thrown into this pit. Alone, abandoned to his thoughts.
He couldn’t help smiling to himself. At the way he’d tricked La. But his satisfaction was going to be short-lived, she’d promised him so.
With a snort she had tried taunting him. Mocking him when he had refused sex with her.
“Not up to your father’s standards? Tarzan? Not good enough to match your old man? EH?”
A stinging slap across his cheek made Korak cuss. Like hell!
“Afraid the brat can’t fuck like the old man?”
Damn you, thought Korak. That an invitation? For the son to compete with his father at putting this whore in her place? Just like his old man had?
Bring it on, bitch. The son will match his old man .. standing up to you .. Refuse to be pushed around? Any day.
Serve La in her bed? Not as a lover .. her slave .. to use and abuse as she felt .. Plaything to her whims. Like hell! Derisive he had dismissed the idea, he told her what he thought of her offer. They had made him, her men had held him down on the floor. She got him hard, her tongue swallowed him. Coarsely handling with him. His anger .. her roughness .. they got to him .. in quick time his young man’s tackle was for the taking.
Time had not served La well. It was a pair of ugly sagging tits that rolled above his head. La was no longer the alluring seductress of which his father had told. Her beauty had collapsed .. and her tits with it. Wobbly breasts bounced recklessly as she rode him. Old enough to be his mother .. rounded rolls wobbling around her wrinkled waist. Korak felt a repulsion for her .. forcing herself on him .. not one ounce of seduction and allure about her naked body. Making him only feel angry as her ugliness bounced above his body as her men held him down.
Angrily he retaliated. One way to put her in her place. He went for it, Korak did not try to stop himself. He humped back. His hips driving up. The solid pole she rode .. he drove it hard inside her. The force of his virility pushed her up in the air. The power of his young man’s body in obsessive sex shot her upwards as fervently he pushed. Making her tits wobble wildly, her head jolting, the hair swished across her face with his force.
He came .. in blistering quick time. His blood on fire with his anger .. with a loud grunt he shot himself inside her. Working himself into a frenzy, deliberately he’d forced himself to cum .. And La had barely started. In triumph he smirked in her shocked face. He couldn’t do a damned thing about being forced into this. But hell as like was she having him on her terms!
The sight of triumph of Korak’s face .. shocked at being tricked so easily .. angry that he had dared .. that surge of triumph on his face .. La slapped a stinging hand across Korak’s face. Not even happy to see the trickle of a tear from his eye.
La lost it. He’d fooled her. He was sneering up in her face. Men did not do that .. Not to La.
“Damn you, brat ..”
Her voice was raging, high-pitched.
“You’ll not get away with that.“
Her fuming followed him as her men bundled him away.
“You’ll pay.”
Korak smirked to himself .. her shrieking .. he’d fooled her. She had lost it. Furious at being tricked. By Tarzan’s brat.
“I’ll see you pay .. just like your dumb father did …”
The screaming seemed to pursue him all the way to this pit.
“You’ll pay. Ape-shit.”
Three times Tarzan had said he had been La’s “guest”.
“When she’s thwarted ..”
Tarzan had told him the history.
“ .. when she can’t get her way ..”
Thrust into a dark dungeon deep under La’s citadel .. Korak had tried to break free. But he had to admit to himself that he had just inherited his father’s role .. prisoner of Opar. No way out of this dungeon .. his thoughts went back to Tarzan and La.
Three times his father had undergone her “hospitality” .. each time more manic ..
“Thwarted .. then she is at her most dangerous,” Tarzan had said. “Vindictive. She’ll stop at nothing .. till she gets her own way.”
“Deny her .. refuse to bend .. block her ..”
Tarzan’s words had petered away. His mind’s eye reliving in silence the horrors he had suffered in her clutches. Three times .. each worse than the last. Getting hysterical in her drive to win. Trying everything to break Tarzan’s will. Make him submit to her. Tormented. Tortured. Feeling pain like being roasted alive. Shimmering waves of heat broke over him time-and-again .. as she tried desperately to snap the back of his will,
A woman for whom human life was meaningless .. obeying only her own laws, grasping everything for her own gratification. Giving and taking with total disregard. She tried taking what she wanted from Tarzan by force .. in her eyes that was the privilege of the strong.
That last time she had grabbed him back by force .. Sick at the loss of him .. she’d sent men to hunt him down and capture him. She craved her alpha male back .. could not live with the fact that he had evaded her will. She demanded Tarzan’s presence. Not for sex any more. Eaten alive by the craving to dominate. Thwarted. Giving her a hunger to have the one thing she could not have .. his will .. his submission .. that Tarzan had continued to deny her.
Any question of a relationship between them was gone. The pair were locked in mortal conflict. Tarzan refusing, La insisting. Throwing at him massive onslaughts of pain. Tarzan fighting back, controlling his moans, snarling at her increasingly cruel tricks .. even when any movement was like pain throttling his body .. Still he had refused to bend. This was a power-game. For La power over her alpha-male was the only thing that would give her pleasure .. having Tarzan locked in her dungeons to serve her .. only that would give meaning to her life.
Tarzan had got away by the skin of his teeth. He confessed to Korak .. he was not proud of the fact .. he had run. Tarzan had often felt he should be looking over his shoulder. Expecting any time for her to send men for him again. Suspecting she’d never give up.
Who’d have thought she’d have gone for the son?
(Reference to Tarzan’s 3rd incarceration with La refers to the rendsz’ world story. Housed in the junglemen section, in the Variations series, Obsession)
Sacrifice
“I hope you’re grateful, brat ..”
La’s mocking voice rang across the chamber. Heightening Korak’s sense of dismay. Three days he’d been her prisoner. Three days she’d had her men toy with him. Watching, enjoying. Nothing serious, nothing he couldn’t take. More humiliation than physical hurt.
But nothing had hurt him as much as the sight that hit his eyes.
“Did any father ever pay a higher price for his son?”
Korak was angrily struggling back to his feet. La’s guards had dragged him from his cell .. for another session of making him small, he’d thought. Thrown easily to his knees when he’d spotted Tarzan standing there.
The pair of them exchanged glances. Tarzan’s face lit into a light smile. He nodded at his son. A sign that said this had to be. Paying his dues to La .. offering ransom.
“Surrendered himself. Turned up in the courtyard. Unarmed. Gave himself up ..”
La’s eyes were all for Tarzan although she seemed to be addressing Korak. Korak saw her gaze roaming over his father’s muscled torso. As if she was reliving the days gone-by. Greedily eating up his father’s power and strength as she explained to the anguished brat how Tarzan had sacrificed himself. For his son.
“Ransomed himself so his son could go free ,” Tarzan asserted. His voice strong and firm.
Korak felt his temper rise. And the gloating look on La’s face. A smirk that said she had triumphed.
“Be grateful, ape-brat. Few fathers would do that for a grown-up son .. “
La paused for a moment. But a listener knew she was about to go on.
“ .. seeing as how Tarzan must know what he is letting himself in for …”
Korak noticed how his father stood proud and unbending in La’s court. His powerful chest held firm, upright. The power in his shoulders demanding not to be messed withy. The latent threat in her message had no effect on him. Tarzan HAD known full well what he was stepping into.
Korak wanted to plead with him. Tell him it hadn’t been necessary. But done was done. Instead he noticed for the first time that his father’s hands were tied behind his back. He had a pair of La’s burliest guards gripping him by the arm. And another couple armed with clubs stood close behind .. ready for trouble.
But Tarzan was giving no sign of giving trouble. In full knowledge of what he was doing, he had come .. exchanging his life for his son’s .. he was not here to fight. Just to face the music. And La’s intense bitterness.
“Let him go ..”
Tarzan’s head nodded in Korak’s direction. Addressing La. His voice strong and authoritative. His arms were bound. But his demeanour was unbending.
“Tell your guards to release him ..”
La’s eyes opened wide with disbelief. Her upper body did a double-take .. like she was hearing something she did not understand. A quizzical smile on her face.
Tarzan looked suspicious. His body suddenly tensed. Scenting a problem.
“It’s me you want. Not Korak.”
But he was beginning to sense some underhand trick.
“I am not bargaining with you, La,” Tarzan said firmly. £I came here to ransom my son. You have me. I am your prisoner.”
Slowly .. quietly .. Tarzan issued his ultimatum.
“LET .. HIM .. GO.”
La shrugged.
“Who said anything about ransom?” she smirked. “I never did.”
In an instant, Tarzan cursed. A split second, he shook himself free of one hand on his bicep.
“Why you …”
In anger he stepped forward. Moving to threaten the queen.
His guards instantly moved. Poised to hold him back.
“Tarzan,” Korak shouted. “Look out.”
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Panel Battle of wills
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La was a high dominance female. Of a kind few men encounter .. or wanted to. Tarzan HAD seen such .. but rarely in the animal world. La HAD to prevail, she had to come out on top. Some lionesses Tarzan had seen were super-sexed .. had to dominate .. gave their males a hard time. La too. Tarzan had seen females who virtually fought with the male to arouse his attention. Taunting them to anger .. teeth bared. Tarzan had witnessed a female rhino that as good as mounted the male. La was into sex. She craved sex. Wild, boisterous, starving for it. Adventurous.
But La knew that, for her .. she was not just about sex any more. She had always sought out a male that was also high dominance.. anything less made her sick. Why waste herself on such a useless male? She craved a man who was also driven .. a male built to assert his will. A male beast with the backbone to subject all others to his strength of will. In Tarzan La knew she had found her perfect match. Her gaze gripped at him .. her eyes groped at his physique .. she sniffed the air off him .. the erotic scent of the alpha male .. she could smell it on him .. his life in the jungle marked him out as such. She had her spies out .. Tarzan continually competed with other men, she was told .. Another man took Tarzan on? Determined Tarzan asserted himself over his rival .. Faced with a competitor for power .. someone thinking Tarzan could be pushed around .. Tarzan hit back. With all he had. He was ruthless in his response .. breaking the challenger .. forcing any competitor to bend to his will.
La sensed that .. first time she eyes swallowed his manliness whole .. she smelled it on him .. in the way Tarzan walked, in the way he held himself. Tarzan’s strength of will .. La’s perfect match. For the way other men .. other powerful men .. bowed to his supremacy.
And if any ever questioned Tarzan’s claim .. if force of personality was not enough .. if they could not accept his strength of purpose .. La bristled with excitement at the thought . of Tarzan putting them straight .. in the jungle way. Fighting them .. breaking the backbone of their will over his knee .. making them submit. Dominating them physically .. crushing them mentally .. subordinating them to him.
Made for each other. La’s perfect mate. Muscular .. husky .. beautifully built. When she beheld him .. almost faint with excitement .. La smelled power on the big muscled brute .. like a leopard scents blood. Her match.
La wanted nothing less. Contemptuous of any male that was not lord of the jungle. Top-dog. Self-assured, all-man. And other men attested to that truth .. Bowed the knee to him.. In Tarzan had found her mate. A male who was as dominant as her. The jungle hailed that from every corner .. cried out only one name in a single voice. Tarzan. Lord of the jungle. No one less would do.
In La Tarzan too found a female who matched his self-belief. In sex demanding .. challenging .. adventurous .. . Passion quivered in her every pore. She could not get enough of him .. obsessed with his manhood. His strength. Tarzan’s virility. Crying out as he climaxed .. with her ideal mate.
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Prisoner to La
Pain thwacked Tarzan had across the back of his skull. Hard enough to make him go groggy. The force drove one leg forward, the shock nearly collapsed the knee under him. The hands had grabbed hold of his arms again. But anger at La won over the pain. Tarzan shook himself to wriggle himself free of his guards. One took a barge from his shoulder. But desperately hung on, digging his hands into Tarzan’s bicep.
Suddenly something whooshed over his head. Rough material scraped over his face. A bag, coarse sacking scraped over his shoulders, was pulled over his chest. Crying out in anger Tarzan wriggled and struggled all the more. Hands grabbed at him. Another hard thwack smacked him on the shoulder. Pain exploded. Clubbed hard at the base of his neck.
Inside the darkness of the sack, Tarzan swore. Angry at La. Cursing that they had been ready for him, they had planned out this attack. The sack around his chest was pulled tighter. Being tied around his chest, pinning his arms down.
Fury mixed with panic. Tarzan shoved backwards, he felt one hand lose its grip on his arm. He shoulder-barged the other way. Feeling the other guard loosen his hold. Pain slammed itself into his belly. Expelling at the wind in his guts. A cracking-hard blow smashed again across the back of his head. Lights exploded in Tarzan’s head, he stumbled, a knee weakened. A shove from behind. Tarzan was falling. But arms bound to his side, he couldn’t stop himself. Half-stunned, his legs reacted too slow. Another rough shove into his back. His leg gave way, Tarzan crumpled to one knee. A kick into his back slammed him face-down on the ground.
Korak was beside himself. He too was fighting with his guards. Trying to shove them off, struggling to get to his feet. Going to come to his father’s rescue. But a guard had his arms around Korak’s neck, choking him, an arm pressing down on his windpipe. Korak struggled, he tried to wriggle out of the hold. Feeling the heat building in his head, sweat slick against the stranglehold on his neck.
With dismay he saw the club smack into the sack, saw Tarzan barged to the ground. A guard jumped down onto his father. Knees landed in the middle of his back, pinning Tarzan down. But Tarzan wasn’t moving. Knocked-out. Or stunned.
Quickly a length of rope was bound around Tarzan’s ankles. But his father was offering up no fight. Out-cold. Stuck inside a sack. Arms bound to his side, his legs tied together. Desperate Korak tried to get to him. But the stranglehold just tightened. Nothing he could do to help.