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Chapter Seven-The King Enslaved
In the wake of the long night of partymg, Long John Leather is eager to start right to work on maximizing his profits. His ship has five times the load of goods he normally brings to trade and sell at the villages scattered throughout the jungle. In the past, it has always been impossible for Leather to get these goods into the deepest parts of the jungle where the isolation of the natives makes these exotic items even more valuable.
But now, at last, he has a beast to do his work for him. He watches as the men unload the ship, two to four men struggling to haul each crate to the ship's edge, then handing it off to Tarzan, who staggers to the cart with the crate. Leather stands within easy striking distance, his cat o' nine tails whip unfurled as he watches Tarzan labor, lashing him with it each time he passes.
"Keep a steady pace, beast!" Leather commands, and Tarzan jumps at the crack of the whip, speeding his pace exactly as Leather wants, expertly controlled by the whip. His muscles pump with each bite of leather ito his flesh.
Leather feels his own bulge tighten under his black riding tights. He licks liis lips, knowing he got the hardest working animal on the island.
Tarzan's loincloth strains to contain his hard manhood, which only gets harder as his hide is whipped. Leather watches Tarzan's big balls sway and hang low in the harness under his loincloth and gives them another lash of his whip as Tarzan passes. Tarzan's chest puffs out, his crotch thrusting forward in response to the whip as he grunts at the strain and pain.
"Give this animal two more crates to pull, men!" Leather says to the crew of his ship.
Tarzan stands dumbly in front of the men, four of them laboring to haul a crate to the beast. They smirk as they drop the crate on Tarzan, watching him stumble backwards beneath the huge weight.
Leather sees that dumb look on Tarzan's face under the leather muzzle, and he knows he has control of Tarzan now. As Tarzan struggles to catch the crate, Leather whips him mercilessly.
"Get your balance, you clumsy beast!" he shouts, and Tarzan staggers forward in response to the whip, letting the leather do his thinking for him. Leather gives him another lash and points with his whip to the cart, having Tarzan trained like a mindless animal that obeys signals.
Tarzan staggers to the cart, his huge muscles bursting with the strain, his body drenched in sweat, his steps uncertain. Leather fondles his own huge bulge in his riding tights, knowing Tarzan is all his. He follows his new slave, watching him, whip ready as Tarzan carries the last crate.
Tarzan's giant legs are as strong as a horse. All that raw animal muscle, made just for Leather. Leather studies him closely, thinking how Tarzan could be fit with a man-saddle. There would be great demand for a beast like this in other parts of the world. A work beast, or even a beast bred for competitions.
As an expert rider and horse trainer, Leather is already seeing the profit he can make from introducing a new style of riding, with Tarzan as his mount. With his wideranging travels and his contacts with all manner of men, he knows where the men are who will pay a fortune to ride a mount like this. As he watches his man-beast work, he can't keep from thinking how he could design a saddle for the slave, envisioning Tarzan saddled and mounted in the arena, a gladiator on his back prepared to do battle with another gladiator and the stud beneath him.
Leather tethers Tarzan back up to the cart, the riding bit in his mouth.
"Ready to do more work for your Master, beast?" Leather asks the broken man-ape.
Tarzan stamps his foot to shake flies from his leg, his arms bound, body harnessed, reins on his balls, whip poised to control his every move and thought. Leather climbs into the seat of the cart and holds the reins and his riding whip.
With a pull of the reins and a crack of the whip, Tarzan begins to pull. Leather tugs left on the reins to direct Tarzan. Tarzan struggles to move the cart, tremendously loaded with all those heavy crates. He can barely budge it, slowly getting it into motion, grunting and groaning as his huge legs strain to pull the load. Leather pulls on the reins to keep Tarzan's balls pulled tightly as his whip comes down, getting the savage stud gorng.
Tarzan's loincloth clings to bis hard cock, pointing out, bis balls pulled tight by the reins, vulnerable to the whip. Tarzan speeds up as he's whipped, gaining momentum, moving better, getting up to a slow but steady pace as he summons all bis strength to pull the tremendous load.
"That's a good work animal," Leather says. "Keep it steady."
The crowd parts as the savage beast grunts past them, muscles rippling as his body is put to work.
"To the Slavers' Village!" Leather commands, cracking bis whip against Tarzan's swelling balls and letting the entire crowd hear where he is taking the one-time king of the jungle.
It's as though Tarzan's whole life has trained him for just this purpose. His mighty strength perfectly suiting him to be harnessed and worked by a superior man.
Tarzan speeds up at the crack of the whip, an unconscious shudder of fear racing through bis body at the destination, a fortress of a city he has long since learned to avoid.
The crowd roars its approval as their new hero drives their old king into the blackest depths of the jungle.
END OF CHAPTER SEVEN -----------------------------------------------
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