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Chapter 31: An Ascending Alpha -------------------------------- (c) tarzanstud1@gmail.com
Baron von Richter's heart pounded with a mixture of anticipation and grim satisfaction as he absorbed the information about Tarzan's current circumstances. The revelation that Tarzan had been sold into the hands of Lord Harrington and subsequently partnered with Mr. Blackwood only fueled the Baron's determination to seize this opportunity.
His next step was clear. He needed to infiltrate Harrington's estate, to observe Tarzan in this new setting, and to bide his time until the moment was right. The Baron had no intention of letting this chance slip through his fingers. He knew that striking too soon could jeopardize his plans, so he would need to be patient, to study the dynamics at play, and to wait for the perfect moment to make his move.
As the days passed, the Baron kept a watchful eye on the estate, learning its layout, the routines of its inhabitants, and the ebb and flow of activity. He observed Tarzan as he toiled in the fields and mines, a stark contrast to the jungle lord he once knew. It was a sight that both troubled and emboldened the Baron.
In the shadows, the Baron plotted and schemed. He knew that the upcoming event, where so-called "superiors" would have the chance to test Alden's theory about Tarzan's true nature, presented a unique opportunity. It would draw attention, it would bring potential adversaries into the open, and it would create a spectacle that the Baron could exploit to his advantage.
The Baron considered his options carefully. He could masquerade as one of these "superiors," enter the event, and confront Tarzan directly. Or he could work from the shadows, manipulating the circumstances to his benefit, setting the stage for a confrontation that would leave no doubt as to who held the upper hand.
As the event drew nearer, the Baron's anticipation grew. He knew that the moment of reckoning was approaching, that fate had presented him with an opportunity to settle the score with his old nemesis once and for all. He would not let this chance slip away.
Under the cover of night, the Baron made his move. He infiltrated the estate, moving with the stealth and precision of a jungle predator. He observed the preparations for the event, studying the layout and identifying the key players. He knew that he needed to position himself strategically, to ensure that when the time came, he would have the upper hand.
The Baron moved through the shadows, his eyes fixed on Tarzan, who stood at the center of it all, a figure both powerful and vulnerable.
The Baron bided his time, waiting for the perfect moment to make his move. He knew that patience was his greatest ally, that rushing in would only lead to disaster. And so, he watched and he waited, knowing that the climax of their long-standing feud was imminent. The stage was set, the players in position, and the jungle itself seemed to hold its breath, awaiting the clash of its most formidable adversaries. The Baron's heart pounded with a mixture of anticipation and vindication, knowing that the moment he had waited for was finally at hand.
Baron von Richtor decides to pay a visit to the Outpost to speak to the gossip columnist. He will go in disguise as a Master ready to take on tarzan during the upcoming event. After all, he is as fearsome and intimidating a cruel master as there is. He is confident he can get more information out of the pansy gossip columnist.
Dressed in an elaborate disguise, Baron von Richter strode into the Outpost, exuding an air of confidence and authority. His presence commanded attention, and he could feel the curious gazes of the patrons and staff alike. He was a formidable figure, his reputation as a fearsome master preceding him.
Approaching the counter, he demanded to speak with the gossip columnist, Jonathan Alden. The staff, though taken aback by his imposing presence, quickly complied, fetching Alden from his office. As Alden approached, he could sense the power and dominance exuded by the man before him.
"Mr. Alden, I am here to discuss the upcoming event," the Baron rumbled, his voice deep and commanding. "I have a particular interest in testing your theory about Tarzan's true nature. You see, I am a master of unparalleled authority, and I believe I am well-equipped to reveal the depths of his ers down the gossip columnist's spine.
"I trust you will provide me with any pertinent information that may aid me in this endeavor," the Baron stated, his tone brooking no argument.
Alden nodded fervently, realizing that the Baron was not a man to be trifled with. He knew that this encounter held the potential to unlock vital insights into Tarzan's true character.
"You have my word, Master. I shall ensure you are well-prepared for the event." Over the course of their conversation, the Baron skillfully gleaned information from Alden, extracting details about Tarzan's behavior, his interactions, and the dynamics at Lord Harrington's estate. With each revelation, the Baron grew more confident in his understanding of the situation.
As their meeting concluded, the Baron gave Alden a curt nod, his gaze unwavering.
"I expect nothing but the utmost discretion in this matter, Mr. Alden. The success of our endeavor relies on the precision of our preparations."
Alden, eager to please the formidable Master before him, assured him of his absolute discretion.
"You have my word, Master. Your confidence in me will not be misplaced."
Before the Baron leaves the Outpost, Alden asks him if he has any history with tarzan or if he can provide any juicy details about the enslaved jungle stud that will help build readership in his paper and attract interest to the event. He notes the heightened interest his readers have in tarzan's loincloth and the value of any information the Baron could provide in that area.
Baron von Richter considered Alden's request carefully. He was well aware of Tarzan's reputation and the various encounters they had had in the past. While he couldn't reveal his true identity, he could certainly share some tantalizing morsels of gossip.
"You see, Mr. Alden," the Baron began, his voice dripping with intrigue, "Tarzan has always been a creature of contrasts. A man of immense strength and power, yet bound by a sense of honor and duty that often defies expectations."
Alden leaned in, his eyes wide with anticipation. He knew that the Baron held the key to some of the most compelling stories about Tarzan's past.
"Once, in a confrontation with a rival tribe, Tarzan displayed a level of strategic thinking and combat prowess that left even his enemies in awe. He emerged from that encounter as a legend among the jungle tribes," the Baron continued, relishing the opportunity to share such an enthralling tale.
Alden couldn't help but be captivated by the Baron's storytelling. He knew that these anecdotes would be a treasure trove for his readers.
"As for his loincloth," the Baron mused, "it is a symbol of his identity, a reflection of his understanding of his place in the world. It speaks volumes about his acceptance of his role as a servant, a submissive figure at heart."
Alden nodded eagerly, recognizing the value of the Baron's insights.
"You have provided me with invaluable material, Master. Your understanding of Tarzan's nature will undoubtedly be of great interest to my readers."
"Oh, one more thing," Alden says as Baron von Richter is almost out the door. "You've told me about tarzan's heroics, but good gossip would include details embarrassing to the enslaved king of the jungle."
Alden remembers the effectiveness of the riding crop on getting details from tarzan, and he pulls it out of a desk drawer and places the riding crop on the table as he tries to be stern as he asks von Richter for details about any insight he has about tarzan's passion for serving superior Masters.
Baron von Richter's eyes glittered with amusement at Alden's theatrics, especially at the sight of the riding crop. He chuckled heartily and gave Alden's cheek a playful slap. "You have a flair for the dramatic, my dear sir. I must admit, I find your enthusiasm quite infectious."
Alden blushed under the Baron's gaze, a mixture of embarrassment and exhilaration coursing through him. He quickly regained his composure and gestured to the chair, silently urging the Baron to continue.
The Baron settled back into his seat, ready to share yet another tantalizing tidbit.
"Ah, there was an incident in the jungle, a rather amusing one, I must say. Tarzan, in his fervor to serve his superiors, once mistook a visiting dignitary for a common laborer. The poor man was quite taken aback, to say the least. Tarzan's eagerness to please knew no bounds."
Alden couldn't help but chuckle at the image that formed in his mind. It was precisely the type of anecdote that would captivate his readers.
"And then there was the time he tried to groom a visiting guest, thinking it was his duty as a servant. You see, Mr. Alden, Tarzan's commitment to his role is unwavering. He is a creature of service through and through," the Baron continued, his voice carrying a mix of amusement and satisfaction.
As the Baron regaled him with more stories, Alden's excitement grew to a fever pitch. Each revelation was a gem, a piece of gossip that would undoubtedly captivate his readers. He could hardly wait to commit these tales to paper.
With a final flourish, the Baron concluded his narrative. "You have enough material to keep your readers enthralled for quite some time, Mr. Alden. I trust you will make good use of it."
Alden could barely contain his gratitude.
"Master von Richter, you have been most generous with your insights. I can assure you, these stories will be shared with the utmost care and respect for their significance."
As the Baron made his exit, Alden was left in a state of exhilaration. He knew that the upcoming article would be a sensation, and it was all thanks to the Baron's willingness to share his knowledge. Alden could hardly wait to put pen to paper and immortalize these tales in print.
"Tarzan Unmasked: Tales of Service and Submission" By Jonathan Alden
In the heart of the untamed jungle, where the wild meets the civilized, there exists a story that transcends the boundaries of legend and reality. Our beloved Tarzan, known for his prowess and strength, holds a secret that will leave you astounded. Through exclusive interviews and revelations from a mysterious source, we bring you the untold tales of Tarzan's life of servitude and submission.
Picture this: a dignitary of high status, bedecked in finery, mistaken for a common laborer by none other than Tarzan himself. The jungle echoes with laughter as the visiting guest grapples with the unexpected encounter. It seems our mighty Tarzan's dedication to servitude knows no bounds.
But that's not all, dear readers. Another unforgettable tale reveals Tarzan's misguided attempt at grooming a visitor, driven by his unwavering commitment to his role. Such moments of earnestness are what define our hero, proving he is a true servant through and through.
These stories, shared exclusively with us by an anonymous benefactor, shed light on Tarzan's hidden life of submission. They offer a glimpse into the depths of his devotion to serving those he perceives as his superiors.
As we delve deeper into this revelation, it becomes clear that Tarzan's loincloth is more than a mere garment; it is a symbol of his submissive nature, a badge of honor that he wears with pride. It is a visual declaration of his understanding of his place in the world--a place that is firmly rooted in the service of others.
It is said that the loincloth is meticulously maintained, a testament to Tarzan's unwavering dedication. The care and attention lavished upon this simple garment are a reflection of the care and devotion he extends to his superiors.
This newfound insight into Tarzan's true nature leaves us in awe. It is a testament to the complexity of the human spirit, to the depths one can go in pursuit of their noble purpose. Tarzan's story is a reminder that true strength lies not in dominance, but in the willingness to submit for the greater good.
In the wake of these revelations, we anticipate a surge of interest in the upcoming event. The challenge laid forth by our esteemed columnist, yours truly, Jonathan Alden, has captivated the minds of many, drawing forth those who wish to put Tarzan's true nature to the test.
As the anticipation builds, we are left with a newfound respect for Tarzan and his journey of self-discovery. His story reminds us that sometimes, the path to enlightenment lies in unexpected places, and that true nobility can be found in the most humble of hearts.
Stay tuned, dear readers, for this saga is far from over. The jungle holds many secrets, and as the days unfold, we may yet uncover more of the enigma that is Tarzan.
In no time, Alden's desk Is inundated with letters from readers eager to take part in putting tarzan in his rightful place once and for all. He quickly puts out the following follow-up article:
"Readers Respond: The Tarzan Challenge Gains Momentum!" By Jonathan Alden
Dear readers,
The response to our last column has been nothing short of extraordinary! The impending event featuring Tarzan has struck a chord with many, leading to an influx of enthusiastic letters and suggestions pouring in. It seems our challenge to prove Tarzan's submissive nature has ignited a fire in the hearts of countless self-proclaimed alphas.
First, let me extend my heartfelt thanks to all who took the time to share their thoughts and ideas. Your passion and creativity have not gone unnoticed, and I am eager to share some of your intriguing suggestions.
Let us dive into the treasure trove of ideas that have flooded my mailbox: -------------- Letter 1: From a Reader in the Heart of the Jungle
Dear Mr. Alden,
I have followed your column for years, and I must say, this latest challenge is nothing short of brilliance! I propose we name the event "The Tarzan Trials," where prospective Masters can compete to reveal Tarzan's true nature. To further enhance the challenge, we could include various tests of strength, intellect, and, of course, servitude. The winner shall be bestowed with the title of "Master of the Jungle." -------------- Letter 2: From a Distinguished Gentleman
Dear Mr. Alden,
Your column has always been a source of enlightenment, and this latest venture is no exception. I suggest we call the event "Dominance Unveiled: Tarzan's True Calling." As for the challenge, I propose a series of tasks that test Tarzan's commitment to serving his superior. It is only through these trials that his true nature shall be revealed. -------------- Letter 3: From a Fierce Advocate for Alpha Superiority
Dear Sir,
I commend you for daring to challenge the established norms. I propose the event be titled "Alpha Ascendance: Taming the Jungle King." To prove Tarzan's true nature, we must subject him to a series of tests that require unwavering submission. Only then will his status as an obedient servant be beyond doubt. -------------- Letter 4: From an Enthusiastic Newcomer
Mr. Alden, I have recently discovered your column, and I must say, it has become a beacon of insight. For the event, I suggest the name "Tarzan's Trials: Unmasking the Submissive Heart." To reveal Tarzan's true nature, we could employ a combination of physical challenges, intellectual quizzes, and tasks that demand unwavering servitude. -------------- Letter 5: From an Admiring Admirer
Dear Mr. Alden,
Your column has been a source of fascination for me, and this latest endeavor has only heightened my admiration. I propose we name the event "Jungle Revelations: The Tarzan Challenge." To ascertain Tarzan's submissive nature, we should focus on tasks that require unquestioning obedience and servitude, leaving no room for doubt. -------------- Letter 6: From an Inquisitive Mind
Mr. Alden,
Your challenge has captured my imagination. I suggest we call it "The Tarzan Transformation: Unveiling a Servant's Heart." To prove Tarzan's true nature, we could incorporate a range of challenges that demand obedience, intellect, and strength. Only through these trials will his subservience be unquestionable. -------------- These letters, each brimming with creativity and enthusiasm, reflect the profound impact of our challenge. It is evident that Tarzan's story has resonated with many, and as the event approaches, we can only anticipate the revelations it will bring.
Stay tuned, dear readers, for this journey is just beginning, and who knows what other secrets the jungle may hold.
In the heart of the dense jungle, Mr. Blackwood was seated in his opulent study, engrossed in the latest issue of the Outpost. His eyes scanned the columns, and a sardonic smile crept across his face as he read Jonathan Alden's latest pieces. He was surprised that Alden had chosen to publish the gossip about Tarzan's dreams involving an unidentified figure, presumably a Master.
However, Mr. Blackwood couldn't deny the impact it had. The phone lines at Blackwood's club had been ringing incessantly, eager "superiors" clamoring for tickets and a chance to partake in the event. It seemed that Alden's challenge had struck a chord, and the allure of Tarzan's submission was too tantalizing for many to resist.
As Mr. Blackwood perused the various suggestions for the event's name, one stood out to him: "Alpha Ascendance: Taming the Jungle King." It perfectly captured the essence of what was to come. The event would be a testament to the power of a true Master, a demonstration of dominance over the mighty Tarzan.
With a decisive nod, Mr. Blackwood set the paper aside and rose from his chair. It was time for a visit to the fields where Tarzan labored under Lord Harrington's watchful eye. The sun was beginning its descent, casting long shadows across the landscape. The workers toiled diligently, but Tarzan's immense strength and tireless efforts set him apart.
Approaching Tarzan, Mr. Blackwood greeted him with a curt nod.
"Tarzan, I trust you are aware of the recent revelations in the Outpost?" His voice was calm, but there was an unmistakable glint of anticipation in his eyes.
Tarzan paused in his work, his chest heaving with exertion.
"Yes, Master Blackwood," he replied, his gaze fixed on the ground.
"Good," Mr. Blackwood continued. "You understand that, as property shared by Lord Harrington and myself, you have already submitted fully to us. But I believe in acting out one's desires, don't you?"
Tarzan's muscles tensed, sensing the underlying message. He nodded slowly, his heart pounding in his chest.
"Then do so now," Mr. Blackwood commanded, his tone firm. "Show me your submission, Tarzan."
Without hesitation, Tarzan sank to his knees in the dirt, his hands resting on his thighs. He bowed his head, his body a picture of submission to his Master.
Mr. Blackwood studied Tarzan, a predatory glint in his eyes. This was just a taste of what was to come. He had no idea what to expect from the event, but he was determined to seize every opportunity to assert his dominance over the legendary Tarzan.
As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting the jungle in shadows, the stage was set for an unprecedented demonstration of power and submission. The Jungle King was about to face a challenge that would reveal the depths of his true nature.
Little did they know, the events that would unfold in the days to come would leave an indelible mark on the jungle, forever altering the lives of those involved.
Before Mr. Blackwood leaves, he tells tarzan he has dirtied his boots walking out to see his slave. He commands tarzan to remedy the situation.
Tarzan looks for something to wash Blackwood's boots with, but the only liquid out in the fields his own sweat. He looks up at the Master, then leans over his boots and moistens them with his own saliva.
He then looks for a suitable cloth, but there is nothing in the field but tarzan, and tarzan has nothing but his loincloth to work with. He gets his crotch closer to his Master's boots, trying to hold the flap of the leather against the boot, but he has very little material to work with, especially is it clings tightly to his bulging manhood. Tarzan's only solution is to move even closer, so he can rub his crotch on his Master's boots, cleaning them with his loincloth, even as the humiliating position makes his loincloth bulge even more.
Mr. Blackwood sneers at his slave as he waits to see his creative solution to the task before the lowly slave.
Tarzan, understanding the gravity of Mr. Blackwood's presence and his position of authority, bows his head in a submissive gesture. He speaks with a tone of deference,
"Tarzan do what Master command. Tarzan serve Master how Master see fit."
Mr. Blackwood nods approvingly, acknowledging tarzan's obedience.
"Good, my loyal servant. Remember, your purpose is to please and serve your superiors. That is the essence of your being."
As he works, tarzan keeps his focus solely on the task at hand, ensuring that every speck of dirt is removed. His movements are calculated, demonstrating a genuine desire to serve his Master to the best of his ability.
Mr. Blackwood watches with a discerning eye, his expression stern yet satisfied. He observes tarzan's dedication to the task, pleased with the display of submission and obedience.
Once the boots are cleaned to Mr. Blackwood's satisfaction, Tarzan bows his head, a sense of pride and fulfillment welling up within him. He knows that he has fulfilled his purpose in this moment, bringing satisfaction to his superior.
The Master nods in approval.
"Well done, my obedient slave. You have served me well."
Mr. Blackwood had been pondering the recent revelations in the Outpost, his curiosity about tarzan's past piqued. He decided to take this opportunity to delve deeper into the enigmatic slave's history.
"Tarzan," Mr. Blackwood began, his tone authoritative yet not unkind, "I am interested to know about your time in the jungle. Who were your worst enemies there? Are there any experiences that stand out, ones that might be embarrassing if the paper were to get hold of them?"
Tarzan shifted slightly, memories of fierce battles and close encounters with dangerous creatures flooding back.
"Is much challenge in jungle, Master. Is much fierce beast -- is Sabor, lioness, and warriors of the Umkala tribe."
Mr. Blackwood nodded, absorbing the information.
"I can imagine the jungle was a brutal environment. It must have been quite the ordeal." He continued, "Now, tell me, is there something or someone you fear most, and why?"
Tarzan hesitated for a moment, his gaze steady, but his training kicks in and he answers with words he could never have imagined before the fateful auction that cost him his freedom.
"Tarzan fear no serve superior, have no purpose. Is fate worse than danger in jungle."
Mr. Blackwood nodded in understanding. He could sense the sincerity in tarzan's words.
"That is a valid concern, tarzan. Your dedication to your purpose is commendable." He paused before asking his next question. "What, in your opinion, would be the worst thing that could happen to you at this stage in your life?"
Tarzan thought carefully before responding.
"Is much bad thing for tarzan lose Master trust, tarzan be no worthy serve Master." Mr. Blackwood nodded again, appreciating the honesty in tarzan's words.
"I see," he said thoughtfully. "Your devotion is evident, tarzan. Now, is there anything you feel you should tell your Master about your dreams? Any insights or thoughts that you believe are relevant?"
Tarzan took a moment to gather his thoughts.
"Tarzan make much dream, Master. Dream hold message, teach tarzan purpose, teach tarzan serve. Is much mighty dream, make tarzan much mighty serve."
Mr. Blackwood listened intently, intrigued by tarzan's revelation.
"Interesting," he mused. "These dreams seem to hold great significance for you. I will keep that in mind as we continue our partnership, tarzan."
Tarzan nodded, grateful for the opportunity to share his thoughts with his Master. He knew that this conversation had deepened the understanding between them, strengthening their bond as Master and servant.
"You have told me the animals you fear, tarzan, but I with to hear of the men you fear. Even the mighty tarzan must have come across superiors among the noble slavers and safari leaders n the jungle. Tell me now."
Tarzan pauses, reluctant to reveal his most vulnerable secrets.
The crackling sound of the cattle prod filled the air as Mr. Blackwood applied a jolt of electricity, a sharp reminder of his authority. Tarzan's muscles tensed, and he winced in response to the shock.
"Master," tarzan gasped, his voice strained, "tarzan remember now. Is only few men tarzan fear. Is Captain Reynolds...Colonel Harris...Professor Lawrence...Doctor Smithers...and," he paused before reluctantly revealing the last of the men with a shiver, "...Baron von Richter. Is all guest at Master club in tarzan dream. Is much mighty."
Mr. Blackwood's expression softened slightly as tarzan spoke. He lowered the cattle prod, a satisfied glint in his eyes.
"Very good, tarzan. You must always remember your place and those who hold power over you. It is essential for your continued service."
Tarzan nodded, relief flooding through him as the electric charge ceased. He knew he must be vigilant, always mindful of the figures who held sway over his life. His submission was not a choice; it was an undeniable truth.
"That will be all for now, tarzan. Continue your duties diligently, and remember who you serve."
With that, Mr. Blackwood turned and left tarzan to his tasks, the weight of his submission settling heavily upon him once more. Tarzan knew that every action he took, every thought he harbored, must be in service to his Masters. It was his purpose, his destiny, and he would fulfill it with unwavering loyalty.
The distant footsteps of Mr. Blackwood echoed through the fields as tarzan's heart raced in his chest. He couldn't let his Master leave without knowing the truth, without understanding the depths of his submission.
Without hesitation, tarzan sprinted after Mr. Blackwood, his powerful legs propelling him forward. He reached the master just as he was about to step out of reach, dropping to his knees and throwing his arms around Mr. Blackwood's boots.
"Master, please! Forgive tarzan," he pleaded, his voice desperate, his eyes filled with fervent supplication. "Tarzan no make full answer. Tarzan beg Master mercy."
Mr. Blackwood looked down at the kneeling figure before him, his expression unreadable. He listened as tarzan began to recount his history with each of the men he had named earlier. The stories spilled forth, revealing the confrontations, the battles, the moments of triumph and defeat. Tarzan bared his soul, leaving nothing unsaid, knowing that this was his only chance for redemption.
As the narrative unfolded, tarzan hesitated momentarily before finally admitting,
"Is Baron tarzan most much fear. Baron much cruel, much merciless."
Silence hung in the air after tarzan's confession, broken only by the distant sounds of the jungle. He waited with bated breath, hoping for a word of comfort, for a sign of forgiveness.
But it was not to be. Mr. Blackwood's response was a cold, unyielding command.
"Earn what you beg for, tarzan. Your words hold little weight without action to match. Now, remove yourself from my path."
With that, Mr. Blackwood thrust his boot against tarzan's chest, propelling him backward. tarzan stumbled, sprawling onto the ground. He watched, his heart heavy with regret, as Mr. Blackwood turned and walked away.
Left alone in the fields, tarzan could feel the weight of his submission pressing down on him once more. He knew that he must prove himself, that his actions were the only currency that mattered in the eyes of his Masters.
With newfound determination, tarzan pushed himself to his feet, the resolve in his eyes unwavering. He would labor tirelessly, serve diligently, and offer his unwavering obedience. It was the only path to redemption, the only way to earn the forgiveness he so desperately sought.
END OF CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE-------------------------------------
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