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Chapter 25: To Sleep, Perchance to Serve -------------------------------- (c) tarzanstud1@gmail.com
Chapter 25 -- To Sleep, Perchance to Serve
In tarzan's dream, his old adversaries tempt Mr. Blackwood with offers of how they could make use of his newest acuistition, the former jungle king. Captain Reynolds suggests using him for covert military operations, while Colonel Harris envisions tarzan as a bodyguard and enforcer, ensuring the security of Mr. Blackwood's interests. Professor Lawrence wants tarzan to serve as a guide in unexplored territories, leading expeditions into dangerous jungles, and Doctor Smithers sees great potential in tarzan as a subject for experiments and research.
But it is the Baron who best captures Mr. Blackwood's interest. Baron von Richter proposes a more unconventional use for tarzan. He envisions tarzan as a centerpiece attraction in a private arena, where he would engage in contests against formidable opponents.
Mr. Blackwood decides to honor Baron von Richter's request. The prospect of showcasing tarzan's physical prowess and making a spectacle of him aligns with Mr. Blackwood's desire to assert his dominance and control over his prized possession.
In the dream, as tarzan is handed over to Baron von Richter, he finds himself in an opulent arena, surrounded by high walls and an eager audience. The air is charged with anticipation, and tarzan can feel the eyes of the guests fixed on him.
Baron von Richter, a man of imposing stature and demeanor, approaches tarzan with an air of authority. He inspects tarzan closely, running a leather-gloved hand over his well-defined muscles. Tarzan stands obediently, his eyes lowered in deference.
"You are a magnificent specimen," the Baron remarks, his voice tinged with satisfaction. "You will bring great excitement to my arena."
Tarzan's heart pounds in his chest, a mix of trepidation and a strange sense of purpose. In this dream world, he understands that his destiny is to serve and please his masters.
The Baron issues a series of commands, directing tarzan through a series of poses and movements to showcase his strength and agility. Tarzan complies without hesitation, moving fluidly and with precision. Each display elicits enthusiastic applause from the gathered guests.
As the performance continues, the Baron gestures for tarzan to approach him. He leans in, his voice low and commanding.
"You are mine now, and you will perform for me with absolute devotion. Do you understand?"
Tarzan nods, a sense of submission washing over him. He feels a strange mixture of vulnerability and a strange sense of belonging. In this dream world, he knows that his place is at the Baron's side, ready to fulfill his every command.
The dream shifts, and tarzan finds himself engaged in a series of physical challenges within the arena. He faces opponents of various strengths and skills, all carefully selected by the Baron for maximum entertainment value. Tarzan fights with a controlled intensity, each move calculated to both entertain and demonstrate his superiority.
Throughout the challenges, the Baron watches with a discerning eye, occasionally offering a nod of approval or a gesture of guidance. Tarzan feels a strange sense of pride in his performance, knowing that he is fulfilling his purpose as a prized asset.
As the dream nears its end, tarzan stands before the Baron, his breath heavy and his body glistening with exertion. The Baron looks at him with a mix of satisfaction and ownership. He places a hand on tarzan's shoulder, a gesture of possession that tarzan accepts without resistance.
"You have proven yourself to be a valuable acquisition," the Baron says, his voice filled with assurance. "You will serve me well."
Tarzan's heart swells with a strange sense of fulfillment. In this dream world, he knows he has found his true purpose, to be a source of pleasure and entertainment for his superior masters.
As the dream fades, tarzan is left with a lingering sense of belonging and acceptance. He awakens with a newfound understanding of his place in this dream world, a world where he exists solely to serve and please those who hold power over him.
Tarzan's wakeful respite is brief, as the forces at work in his subconscious quickly pull him back to sleep. In the dream world, tarzan is a portrait of subservience, his every movement deliberate and calculated to demonstrate his respect for Baron von Richter. There's an air of purpose about him, a silent understanding that his sole existence is to serve the Baron.
Tarzan approaches the Baron, his head bowed low in deference. With a graceful motion, he kneels before the Master, presenting himself in a posture of submission. The Baron nods in approval, acknowledging tarzan's display of respect.
"You have learned well, my prized possession," the Baron intones, his voice a mixture of authority and satisfaction. "But there is always room for improvement. Show me your dedication."
In the dream, the Baron's voice resonates with authority, guiding tarzan to shift his focus toward tending to the Baron's boots. Tarzan's eyes fixate on the sleek leather, recognizing the importance of this gesture in demonstrating his dedication.
Tarzan looks for cloth to polish the Baron's boots with, but there is nothing but his loincloth available for his use. He tries to use the flap of his loincloth, but he can't make it reach, holding the flap out while the pouch clings tightly to his mighty package. He finds the only angle is to straddle the Baron's boots while on his knees, pressing his crotch against the Master's boots to polish the leather with his loincloth.
"You have a meticulous touch, my prized possession," the Baron remarks, his tone a blend of approval and guidance. "With clear and firm direction, you will elevate it even further."
Tarzan listens intently to the gospel of the Baron's words, finding a deeper level of reverence in his actions. It's as if each thrust of his crotch, each stroke of the cloth, each careful application of polish, is an embodiment of his commitment to the Baron.
Tarzan absorbs the Baron's wisdom, internalizing the deeper meaning behind this act of service. He continues his ministrations, each movement deliberate and purposeful, a silent pledge of his loyalty.
The Baron watches, a subtle nod of approval accompanying his keen gaze. With each moment at his task, tarzan delves deeper into his role, finding a strange sense of fulfillment in this realm of servitude and submission. The Baron's guidance serves as a compass, directing tarzan towards a path of unwavering dedication.
As the dream continues, tarzan finds himself drawn further into this world, his actions and intentions aligning seamlessly with the Baron's expectations. In this dreamscape, tarzan discovers a sense of purpose that transcends the boundaries of reality, a confirmation that he has found his true place in the hierarchy of power and submission.
Of all those who could have populated tarzan's dreams, none came with more irony than his old nemesis, the Baron. Tarzan was well known to have perpetually triumphed over the Baron, stifling countless schemes and undermining the reputation of the poacher turned slaver.
Baron von Richter's past encounters with Tarzan are marked by a bitter history of thwarted plans and relentless pursuit. The Baron, once a man of considerable influence and power, found his ambitions repeatedly stymied by the cunning and resourcefulness of the jungle lord.
No matter how many times Baron von Richter sought to exploit the natural resources of one remote, uncharted region or another, the untamed wilderness proved to be Tarzan's domain, and the lord of the jungle fiercely defended his territory. With unparalleled knowledge of the terrain and unparalleled physical prowess, Tarzan outmaneuvered and outsmarted the Baron's hired mercenaries time and time again.
Despite the Baron's considerable resources and his ruthless determination, Tarzan's intimate connection with the jungle provided him with an insurmountable advantage. The jungle responded to his every command, and its creatures aided him in his mission to thwart the Baron's plans.
Baron von Richter's defeats had far-reaching consequences. Not only did he suffer significant financial losses from the failed ventures, but his reputation also suffered a severe blow. Legal repercussions followed, as evidence of the Baron's unscrupulous methods and illegal activity came to light. He faced criminal charges and ultimately spent time stewing behind bars, tarnishing his standing in society.
Mentally, the Baron was deeply affected by his repeated defeats at the hands of Tarzan. The once proud and confident man found himself consumed by a burning desire for revenge. Obsession with besting Tarzan became a driving force in his life, leading him to dedicate substantial resources and time to devising schemes to capture or defeat the jungle lord.
The psychological toll of these defeats weighed heavily on Baron von Richter, driving him to become increasingly ruthless and relentless in his pursuit. The memory of his previous failures haunted him, fuelling a determination to prove himself superior to Tarzan.
It was perhaps because of tarzan's humiliating triumphs over the Baron that he found the Baron confronting him now in his dream. In tarzan's mind, Baron von Richter's past experiences with the king of the jungle have left an indelible mark on his character, shaping him into a man driven by a singular purpose: to finally best the jungle lord and restore his own sense of power and prestige.
In the dream, Baron von Richter stood with a triumphant gleam in his eye, having finally bested Tarzan. The jungle lord, now fully under the Baron's control, knelt before him, a symbol of his submission to superior authority. Tarzan's eyes, once fierce and defiant, now held a newfound understanding of his place in the world.
Baron von Richter wasted no time, knowing this moment was pivotal. He issued precise commands to Tarzan, each one a directive to further showcase his servitude. The Baron's voice was firm but not unkind, relishing in the realization that he had finally achieved his goal.
"Stand, Tarzan," Baron von Richter ordered, and the jungle lord rose to his feet, his movements deliberate and controlled. "You will wear these," the Baron continued, presenting a set of meticulously crafted steel bracelets. Tarzan extended his arms, allowing the Baron to secure them in place. They clinked together with a weight that served as a constant reminder of Tarzan's new status.
Next came a sturdy steel collar, its presence encircling Tarzan's neck with an unmistakable symbolism of ownership. The Baron fastened it securely, his touch deliberate and possessive. Tarzan felt the weight of the collar, grounding him in his newfound purpose.
Baron von Richter stepped back to admire his handiwork. Tarzan, now adorned with the Baron's chosen emblems of servitude, radiated an aura of submission. Every gesture, every glance, spoke of his complete surrender to the Baron's authority.
"You wear these not as a burden, but as a badge of honor, Tarzan," the Baron intoned, his voice carrying a mix of triumph and satisfaction. "They signify your role as my loyal servant, a position of great importance in my world."
The jungle lord nodded, his gaze fixed on the ground in humble acquiescence. He felt a profound sense of purpose settle within him, a recognition that he was meant to serve and obey men like Baron von Richter. It was a revelation that resonated deep within his being.
As Baron von Richter continued to prepare Tarzan for public display, each action was executed with precision and intention. Tarzan, now fully aware of his role, responded with a sense of pride in his service. He understood that his submission was not a sign of weakness, but an acknowledgment of the strength and power of those he served.
In the dream, the transformation was complete. Tarzan had embraced his destiny as a servant to superior men, and Baron von Richter reveled in the realization of his long-held ambition. Together, they stood as a testament to the undeniable potency of dominance and submission.
In the dream, a circus tent rose majestically against the backdrop of the night, its grandeur casting a shadow over the gathered audience. Baron von Richter, a vision of regality, stood at the entrance, his voice booming like a clarion call, commanding the attention of all who had assembled.
"Ladies and gentlemen! Gather 'round, for you are about to witness a spectacle the likes of which you have never seen before!" The Baron's words echoed through the air, carrying an air of authority that left no room for doubt.
As the crowd murmured in anticipation, Baron von Richter took center stage, Tarzan at his side, now bound in a steel collar and bracelets that gleamed under the bright lights. The once-mighty jungle lord stood tall, but there was a new fire in his eyes--a fire of submission and reverence.
"Behold, the transformation of a legend!" the Baron declared, his voice resolute. "Once a force of nature, now a force of servitude. This, my friends, is Tarzan, a noble servant in every sense of the word!"
With a flourish, Baron von Richter attached a leash to Tarzan's collar, a symbolic gesture of ownership. The crowd watched in rapt attention, some murmuring in awe, others whispering in speculation.
The ringmaster led Tarzan through a series of carefully choreographed maneuvers, each one showcasing the jungle lord's newfound obedience. He trotted gracefully around the ring, his movements fluid and precise, a stark contrast to the wild, untamed creature he once was.
As the audience gasped in amazement, the Baron guided Tarzan through hoops of fire, the flames licking at the edges, but never touching. It was a mesmerizing display of trust and submission, a visual representation of the unbreakable bond between master and servant.
The crowd erupted into a cacophony of cheers and applause, their admiration for the Baron's mastery and Tarzan's newfound role palpable. They shouted words of praise and adoration, their voices carrying across the tent like a symphony of approval.
"Baron von Richter, you are a true master! What a display of dominance!"
"Tarzan, kneel before your superior! You are a symbol of the power of submission!"
"Long live the Baron! Long live the noble servant!"
Tarzan, once the ruler of the jungle, now knelt at the feet of Baron von Richter, a living embodiment of the Baron's authority. His loincloth, once a symbol of his own power, now bore the mark of his master's dominion. It was a profound transformation, a testament to the potency of submission and the undeniable strength of servitude.
As the dream unfolded, Tarzan's heart swelled with a sense of purpose and fulfillment. He understood now that his destiny lay in service, that his true strength was in his unwavering devotion to superior men like Baron von Richter. It was a revelation that resonated deep within his soul, guiding him towards a newfound sense of identity and belonging.
In the dream, Tarzan had found his place, kneeling at the feet of his master, proud to be a noble servant in service to a greater power. And in that moment, he knew he was exactly where he was meant to be.
Once more before waking, tarzan found himself transported to yet another slumber-induced fantasy. In the hush of night, as the moon cast its silvery glow upon the jungle, Tarzan succumbed to the realm of dreams once more. This time, his slumber was a portal to a world of opulence and decadence, a stark contrast to the untamed wilderness he knew.
As he drifted into the dream, Tarzan found himself in a grand hall adorned with glistening chandeliers and tapestries that told tales of ancient kings and mythical creatures. Marble statues lined the room, their eyes seeming to follow his every move.
At the far end of the hall, atop a throne of ornate gold, sat a figure whose presence exuded power and authority. It was none other than Baron von Richter, resplendent in regal attire that bespoke a life of privilege and wealth.
"Tarzan," the Baron intoned, his voice resonating with a commanding timbre that echoed through the hall. "You have come to understand your true purpose, haven't you?"
Tarzan, though surrounded by opulence, felt no awe in the presence of the Baron. Instead, a sense of quiet determination settled within him, as if he were finally embracing a destiny that had long been foretold.
"Tarzan...serve," the apeman responded, his voice steady and unwavering. In this dream, the roles were reversed, and Tarzan was the supplicant, offering his devotion to the Baron.
The Baron's eyes gleamed with approval, a glint of satisfaction dancing in their depths.
"You have chosen wisely, Tarzan," Baron von Richter said to the slave. "To serve is a noble calling, a purpose that brings fulfillment and meaning."
As Tarzan moved closer to the Baron, the air seemed to thrum with an unspoken understanding. This was not mere servitude; it was a pledge of loyalty and a recognition of the natural order. In this realm of dreams, the Baron held sway, and Tarzan willingly yielded to his dominion.
With a graceful gesture, the Baron beckoned Tarzan to kneel before him. It was a symbolic act, a submission that transcended the physical. Tarzan's genuflection was a proclamation of allegiance, a silent vow to honor and obey.
"You have the strength of the jungle, Tarzan," the Baron murmured, his hand resting on Tarzan's bowed head. "But true power lies in knowing when to yield, when to recognize a force greater than oneself."
In this dream, the boundaries between reality and reverie blurred. Tarzan's heart beat in sync with the rhythm of the dream, and he felt a profound sense of purpose coursing through his veins.
As the dream unfolded, the Baron guided Tarzan through the intricacies of courtly life, imparting wisdom on matters of governance and diplomacy. Tarzan listened intently, absorbing every word as if it were a sacred decree.
In the midst of their discourse, a presence emerged at the threshold of the hall. It was Mr. Blackwood, his countenance exuding an air of quiet authority that mirrored the Baron's.
"Ah, Mr. Blackwood," the Baron greeted, his tone one of camaraderie. "Join us, for Tarzan has shown great promise in embracing his true purpose."
Mr. Blackwood inclined his head, acknowledging the Baron's words.
"Indeed, Baron von Richter. Tarzan possesses a rare gift, a potential that, if harnessed, could bring about great change."
The three figures stood together, a trinity of power and purpose, united by a shared understanding of the world that existed beyond the confines of waking reality. In this dream, Tarzan had found his place, a role that transcended the boundaries of the jungle.
As the dream neared its end, the Baron and Mr. Blackwood bestowed their blessings upon Tarzan, their hands alighting on his shoulders in a gesture of affirmation. It was a benediction, a seal of approval that would guide Tarzan on his path.
With a final nod of gratitude, Tarzan stepped back, his heart brimming with a newfound sense of purpose. As the dream dissolved, he carried with him the knowledge that he was part of a grand tapestry, a story woven into the fabric of destiny.
When he awoke, the memory of the dream lingered, a beacon of guidance in the depths of his soul. Tarzan knew that he was meant for something greater, a purpose that transcended the boundaries of the jungle, and he would face it with the same strength and determination that had defined him from the beginning.
END OF CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE-------------------------------------
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