Jane Stalwart and the Lost World 03

Jane Stalwart and the Lost World

Copyright 2025 by Stormbringer

Chapter Three: Castaways of the Forsaken Jungle

Jane swam toward Pa-oola. The jungle girl was standing under the waterfall, head back, letting the cool water cascade over her naked body. Jane arrived at the rock beneath the waterfall and stood staring at the blonde. "Pa-oola... Paula?"

Pa-oola lowered her head and stepped out from under the water. "Paula... yes. My mate... Zambo, pronounced my name Pa-oola."

"You're Paula White, from the Challenger expedition?"

Pa-oola nodded. "Yes, Zambo and I... only survivors."

Jane stared at her. "No, they all survived--Challenger, Roxton, Summerlee. I know Challenger."

Paula stared at her in horror. "They didn't come back for us?"

Jane frowned. According to Challenger's notes, Zambo was a black Brazilian guide who never even made it to the plateau. He waited on a rocky outcropping nearby. Apparently, Challenger's account of the expedition wasn't entirely truthful. "What happened?"

"There was a cave that led down to the Amazon basin. We were leaving, fleeing from ape-men, when a quake hit and the ceiling began to collapse. Zambo pushed me out of the way of the falling rocks, trapping us here. The others said they would send help. No help came. I assumed all dead."

"I'm sorry," said Jane. "And Zambo?"

"Missing... two years now... I think. Lost track of time."

"How old were you during the expedition?"

"Can't remember," she said, brow furrowed in thought. "I was born in 1884."

Pa-oola would have been around 28 during the expedition and hadn't aged a bit. For that matter, Jane was now 34 but hadn't aged since she was 23 after bathing in Mimir's Well. "You look good for 60."

Paula White looked back at her like she was crazy. "Not possible."

"It's 1944."

Paula's jaw dropped. She sank down into the water, sitting half-submerged on a rock. "So long," she muttered.

Jane leaned down and put her hand on Pa-oola's shoulder. "I'm sorry," she said.

Paula looked up at Jane with her big green eyes. She reached out and pulled a pebble from Jane's hair. "You have mud in your hair. Get under the water."

Jane moved under the waterfall and let the water cascade off her nude body. Paula swam away and returned carrying a basket woven of palm fronds. The basket was filled with berries. Paula grabbed a handful; they were the size of raspberries and varied in color from red to purple. Jane reached out for one and tasted it. The berry was similar to a goji berry but tasted like a cross between a blueberry and a raspberry. The juice on her fingers gave off a powerful, pleasant scent like jasmine and rose.

"No eat. For hair," said Pa-oola. She stood while Jane squatted and squashed the handful of berries into Jane's hair. She leaned over Jane, crushing the berries and turning them into a paste that she spread over Jane's hair. Paula began kneading Jane's scalp, rubbing the juice through her hair.

Jane moaned, her nostrils filled with the scent of jasmine and roses. Paula's breasts hovered over Jane's face. Her eyes followed the jungle girl's swollen nipples. They were pink and extended out from large areolae nearly half an inch. Paula's entire lithe figure was a light golden tan except for the milky white skin normally covered by her bra-like top. Jane glanced down the woman's abdominal ridges, at her tummy and the bushy blonde hair covering her pubic mound. She looked back up the blonde's body just as Pa-oola leaned in closer to massage the back of her head.

Jane moaned again, her mouth opening, the very tip of Paula's nipple lightly brushing Jane's lips. Jane brought her lips down over the hard nub and sucked it into her mouth. There was a large gasp from Paula, but she didn't pull away; instead, she pulled Jane's head against her bosom while Jane suckled and gently bit down on her swollen teat. Jane reached around her waist and grabbed Paula's ass cheeks. Gentle little mews came from the back of Paula's throat. She finally pulled her tit out of Jane's mouth, panting with arousal. She looked down as Jane looked up at her. Paula lowered as Jane rose, turning their heads, their lips pressing together.

The two women stood, breasts mashed together as they kissed and ran their hands over each other's bodies. Jane felt her heart racing. It had been a while since she'd been with a woman, and it fulfilled a need in her that she'd had since the Cock of Osiris had caused her and Patty to have a sapphic encounter. She pulled her crotch back from Pa-oola's and ran her palm down through the blonde woman's bush. Her finger found Paula's slit and easily slipped inside the jungle girl's warm, wet fanny. Paula humped Jane's finger several times before she broke their kiss and grabbed Jane's wrist, pushing Jane's hand away from her pussy. Jane stared into Paula's green eyes, afraid she'd gone too far, but Paula just smiled and said, "Step back."

Jane stepped backward, placing herself under the waterfall, the water cascading over her nude body. Paula stepped closer and reached up for Jane's head, rinsing the berry paste out of Jane's hair. Soon her fingers were making a squeaking noise in Jane's hair. Jane stepped out of the cascade, pressing her body into Paula's again. "Squeaky clean," she said, turning her head and kissing the blonde again.

They kissed for a while, Paula's hands holding Jane's head and Jane's hands kneading Paula's ass cheeks. Their tongues dueled over entry into each other's mouths. Both women were moaning with desire at their flesh-on-flesh contact. Paula pulled her head back but kept the tip of her nose resting on the end of Jane's nose. "Bedroom?" she asked.

"Lead on," said Jane, smiling.

Paula turned, and Jane watched her lean forward, her firm, well-rounded rear end flexed before she dove into the pool. Jane dove in after her and surfaced near the shore. Paula was waiting for her, standing, with her hand reaching out. Jane stood and took Paula's hand. They walked, holding hands, only separating when they reached the base of the giant tree and had to climb up the ladder to Pa-oola's treehouse.

**********

Crowe whistled softly as he stared down at his crotch. He had paused to take a leak but froze when he saw his cock for the first time since feeling it expanding in his pants. "Well, ain't you a killer-diller," he muttered in appreciation.

Jim Crowe had always been proud of his big black Johnson. At eight inches, it had been the biggest dick in the base's showers, and one morning when he'd had an erection that didn't seem to want to go down, the men had laughed and made-up nicknames for his big dick like "Jim's Crowe bar" or "the Blackbird's pecker." He'd chuckled and told them, "Y'all just jealous," but he was quite pleased to have the biggest cock around.

Now it was borderline ridiculous. Jim's fat black hose of a cock was ten inches soft and looked more like it belonged on a horse than a man. Staring at it in awe had him wondering what Major Stalwart would think of it. Would it be too much for her? His brain immediately pictured her kneeling in the alley back in Cuba, staring up at him with those baby blues as she sucked the head of his Johnson. He groaned as his cock swelled and began to straighten. He dropped it quickly, but it didn't dangle down; it was now hard enough that it had partially risen. It had also grown another inch.

Jim closed his eyes and tried to focus. He needed to piss. He relaxed slightly, and soon a powerful stream of urine was shooting out from his big dick. He sighed as the stream lessened and began to stop. He reached back out and shook his floppy cock to shake the urine off it before tucking it back into his pants. He had a mission to do.

Jim was following a game trail through the jungle. He was no tracker, but the footprints along the trail were both hoofed and three-toed dinosaur tracks. Once he paused and squatted to examine what looked like a human female's footprint. Jane? he wondered, but the footprint looked more than a day old.

Jim was still examining the footprint when his ears became aware of noises up ahead. Numerous creatures were crashing through the jungle, crossing the game trail. They were small, cat-sized, and one after another crossed ahead of him, marching in a straight line. He watched from a distance, silently counting a dozen, and they were still coming. He walked closer, stepping softly. His jaw slowly lowered when he realized what the creatures were... ants!

An endless army of giant blackish-red ants went marching across the path. He soon lost count of how many there were. Some had their heads raised, carrying large cuttings of leaves in their mandibles. Others carried meatier prey. One was dragging what looked like a three-foot centipede. More ants carried small squirrel-like creatures, little dinosaurs, and one passed with a giant dead spider in its jaws that would have given Jim the heebie-jeebies if he'd run across it alive.

Taking on one or several would have been easy, but if the things managed to swarm him, they'd be carrying bits and pieces of Blackbird to their nest. Still, they were in the direction he believed Jane's parachute had landed, and he needed to get past them.

Jim slung his rifle across his back and leaned forward. He began running toward the ants, gaining speed, and was soon easily leaping over the line. He kept running without looking back, only pausing when he felt he was safely past them. He stopped, turned, and breathed a sigh of relief when he saw they had ignored him. He brought his rifle back around to the ready position and proceeded down the path.

Jim's uniform was unbuttoned, but it was still hot. He paused to remove it and tie it around his waist. His black skin was wet, and his white T-shirt was soaked. It was stretched out by his enhanced musculature. Jim flexed, admiring his bicep. His new arms were bigger than fellow Detroit boy Joe Louis, the Brown Bomber. He reached down and pulled his shirt up over his stomach. His belly was hard and flat beneath the hard bulges of a well-defined six-pack. He pulled his shirt down and stopped admiring himself.

Jim took out his canteen, swirling the water around to get a feel for how full it was. He wasn't too concerned; there appeared to be plenty of water sources around to refill it, but he was getting low. He threw his head back, took a swig, and by pure luck, spotted the parachute.

The white chute was in tatters, but he caught sight of a large billowing segment flapping off the branch. He moved off the trail toward the landing site. "JANE!" he yelled, taking a risk. Some animal cries and a strange honking cry were his only response. Other creatures echoed the honking, sending a chill up his spine

Beneath the chute, the ground was torn up by dinosaur footprints, and he didn't see any human footprints, but what he did find was alarming. Jane's boot was lying nearby, ripped and in tatters. He stooped down to examine it. "No," he muttered when he saw the dried blood covering the inside. A tear rolled down his cheek at the thought that the vibrant, beautiful young woman might be dead or severely injured.

A bush nearly ten feet away from him shook violently. A dinosaur erupted from it, leaping into the air in an arc toward him. Time seemed to slow down as Jim's eyes took in the wicked teeth in the beast's muzzle, but worse, the creature's powerful hind legs were rising forward; each foot had a wicked-looking, enlarged, sickle-shaped hind claw on it that was rising to eviscerate his belly.

Jim's hand closed around his rifle, but instinctively, he knew he was too late.

**********

"My bedroom," said Paula, climbing a few steps to a raised platform higher in the treehouse.

Jane climbed after her. The jungle girl had frozen and blushed furiously, staring at the bed. Jane followed her gaze. "Oh," she said, staring at the bed. The bed was well-made, mostly bamboo, tied together to make a frame. The bed also had a mattress made of cotton with an Incan pattern and stuffed with unknown material, but it looked soft and comfortable. There were two similar pillows and one blanket of rougher cloth known as chusi, also with an Incan pattern.

The bed was also covered in more than a dozen dildos.

One large black dildo was placed on a shelf above the bed, set on a stand so that it was standing erect. It was thick and more than a foot long. The others lying on the bed appeared 10-12 inches each, and the floor had several with broken shafts.

"I wasn't expecting company," said Pa-oola sheepishly.

Curious, Jane stepped past Paula and bent down to pick up one of the broken dildos. The pieces were heavy and solid. She examined the interior. The insides were also hard but made of a fleshy material. "Fascinating," she said. "It's a type of *Phallus impudicus*, the common stinkhorn mushroom." This species even more closely resembled a male penis than normal stinkhorns. They were even a fleshy color that made them look Caucasian, and the caps were even glans-shaped with a slit where the urethra would be for releasing spores. "They're nearly identical to a human male's phallus... fascinating."

"The Thals believe that the forest where I harvest them is an ancient Thalish burial ground and that even in death, their penises rise toward the sky."

"The Thals?"

"A tribe of savage cavemen that live near the green glow."

"Hmmm," muttered Jane. She wanted more information, but the sexy blonde jungle girl had gotten her juices flowing, and she had other needs at that moment that demanded attention. She stepped before Pa-oola and grabbed her hips, leaning in to kiss her again. The jungle girl was receptive, kissing her back and leaning in with her lips when Jane broke the kiss.

Jane stepped back toward the bed. She beckoned Paula forward with her finger. "Why don't you show me how these work?" Jane reached for the black one on the shelf.

"NO!" yelled Pa-oola. Jane yanked her hand back. "Sorry... that one's private. It's the same size as Zambo."

"Zambo was impressive."

"You have no idea," said Paula. "I dyed it in purple berry juice. Not quite dark enough, but close."

Jane sat down on the bed. It was surprisingly soft. She patted the seat next to her. "Why don't you come here and pick one out for me?"

"I have idea," said Paula. She turned and went over to a chest. There were several in the room, all bamboo, with lift-up lids. She reached in and pulled out another penis mushroom. "I took Amazon's penis after beating her in single combat." Paula took it over to Jane and knelt in front of her. She held it up with her hands. "Put it on."

Jane took the offering. It was a stinkhorn, like the others. The phallus had been decorated with artistic lines, simulating veins and other common features on a man's dick. The penis was pushed through a hole in a small patch of hide that had leather strips on it to tie around one's waist, making it a type of tie-on dildo. A small carved and smoothed-out piece of wood with a sharp thorn attaching it to the base of the mushroom was of particular interest. The petrified mushroom was too hard for the thorn, meaning the wood attachment would have been put on when the mushroom was harvested and the stalk was still soft.

The attachment was shaped like an ornamental gourd with a small bulb and a curved neck. The end of the neck was attached to the base of the stinkhorn via the thorn, and the bulb was the same size as the penis-shaped head of the stinkhorn and carved to resemble the head of the penis. The head of the carving would push just inside the vagina of the wearer, giving both women pleasure while using the dildo.

"Intriguing," said Jane, raising one eyebrow.

She brought the dildo down to her crotch and placed the base low on her pubic mound. Paula, still kneeling, leaned in and tied the leather straps, attaching the dildo to Jane's crotch. Jane stifled a moan as the bulbous attachment pushed apart her pussy lips. The leather patch had two straps beneath it that ran between her legs and up through the crack in her rear end. Paula tied the leather thongs to two thongs at the top of the leather patch on each of Jane's hips. Jane looked down at her impressive foot-long penis. The Marquis de Sade had described such a device in his, Philosophy in the Bedroom, though it hadn't had the second attachment.

Pa-oola smiled up at her. She leaned forward and kissed the tip of Jane's penis before grabbing the shaft and jerking it off.

Jane jerked. A moan escaped her lips. Paula was pulling the fake cock down slightly as she stroked it, working the attachment in and out of Jane's pussy. Jane's body responded; she pushed down into the thrusting cock head, wanting it deeper, but just having it working at the entrance to her pussy was going to make her cum. Little gasps escaped her lips as she reached out and placed her hands on Paula's blonde head. She dug her fingers into Paula's scalp, humping the attachment as Paula stroked the attached phallus faster. "Uh, uh, uh... AAAHHH!"

Jane felt her orgasmic fluid running down her thighs. She breathed heavily, slowly catching her breath. Paula smiled up at her, still stroking the dildo, pulling down on it just enough to tease Jane and keep her interested. "Go lie down," said the jungle girl, her smile turning perplexed as she noticed the trickles of white fluid that had flowed down from Jane's swollen nipples.

Jane sat on the bed and scooted back, lying down. It was soft and quite comfortable.

Paula White climbed on the bed and straddled Jane's thighs. She slid up slightly until the penis attachment was rising between her legs. Pa-oola stared at Jane. "You are very beautiful," she said.

Jane smiled. "So are you."

Paula raised herself, squatted over the hard, phallic-shaped stinkhorn, and lowered herself over the crown-shaped head. She moaned with pleasure as she sank over the dildo. She sat still, fully impaled on the shaft, eyes closed, with a contented smile spread across her face. Jane reached up and caressed Paula's large bosom, sliding her hands over her tits, finding her engorged nipples, and tugging on the prominent nubs. She elicited another moan from the jungle girl, who began grinding her crotch into the base of the dildo.

Paula reached down for Jane's chest, finding the raven-haired beauty's prominent pink nipples, wet from her milk, and tugging on them while she began to ride Jane's cock. She pushed back into the dildo each time she lowered herself, pushing the phallic attachment between Jane's pussy lips. Jane groaned, thrusting her hips up, fucking Paula with the dildo and herself with the attachment. The device was ingenious, and Jane resolved to craft her own when she returned to her workshop in Stalwart Manor.

"Oh, oh, oh," moaned Pa-oola, riding Jane's fake cock faster, eliciting a moan from Jane as the dildo's attachment worked its way between her pussy lips. Paula closed her eyes and threw her head back. "Mmmm, yes, fuck me. Fuck me... Zambo. I'm cumming, my love. CUUMMING!"

Jane pulled on Paula's nipples even as Paula roughly squeezed Jane's breasts. She came with Paula, her breasts ejaculating milk up through Paula's fingers, thrusting her hips up and humping the wooden attachment, working the mushroom cock faster in and out of Paula's pussy, extending both their orgasms.

Paula lowered her head, her long blonde hair cascading over Jane's milky white breasts. Her bright green eyes stared into Jane's; a lazy smile spread across her lips. "I needed that," she whispered. "It's been months since I've mated." Pa-oola raised herself off Jane's "cock" and sat back on Jane's thighs.

"Months?" asked Jane. "You said Zambo's been missing for years."

Pa-oola blushed as she reached for the tied leather thongs on Jane's waist. "The need is strong, I use my toys daily, but sometimes... the need grows even stronger. So strong... that I capture a Thal hunter and force him to service me. The Thalish are very..." She paused, trying to recall the right word. "Endowed."

"You take them against their will?" Jane asked, brow furrowed.

Pa-oola laughed as she pulled the strap-on dildo off Jane's crotch. "It's a game to them. They pretend to resist, but consider it an honor to mate with the yellow-haired goddess of the jungle."

"And you say the Thals live near the green glow?" Pa-oola nodded. Jane continued, "The green glow is the reason I'm here. Can you take me to it?"

Paula nodded again. "Yes, but very dangerous." She pushed herself back down Jane's legs and opened Jane's ankles until she was kneeling between Jane's feet. Paula lowered herself to all fours.

"Danger's my middle name," said Jane, staring down the valley between her breasts at Paula looking up at her above her dark black pubic hair. "I need to get to the source of... AAAH!" Jane raised her crotch as Paula's tongue licked up between the wet folds of her fanny. "Oh my!" groaned Jane, humping her tongue.

Paula licked between the folds of Jane's pussy lips, causing the British woman to squirm on the bed. Jane leaned up and held Pa-oola's hair as the jungle girl sucked Jane's hard clit between her lips. "Wow, yes, right there," she moaned, watching Paula's hand slide over the bed and grab one of her mushroom dildos. Paula stopped kissing her pussy and moved the dildo between her thighs. Jane spread her legs wider in anticipation. Pa-oola moved the phallic-shaped head up against Jane's pussy lips. Jane tensed as she felt the head pushing inside her, but suddenly Paula stopped and sat up. "What's wrong?" asked Jane, writhing on the bed, her body craving the dildo, the attachment had been nice, but she wanted something bigger.

"Nothing," said Pa-oola, smiling. She tossed the dildo aside and reached up for the shelf. Her hand wrapped around the large black-stained petrified stinkhorn. She knelt back down, moving the black dildo between Jane's legs.

"Jane, meet Zambo," she said, pushing the large black mushroom cap between Jane's pussy lips.

Jane was honored.

**********

Langston Cain scanned the perimeter of the landing site. The jungle was noisy, but the louder roars were far away, mostly toward the central lake. He kept an eye nervously in that direction, not wanting to meet the large creatures that had created their impromptu landing strip. There was a noise in the nearby bushes. "That you, Calhoun?" There was no answer. "Dr. Smith?" Multiple figures emerged from the reeds.

Cain's eyebrows shot up. "ENEMY IN SIGHT!" he shouted, bringing his weapon down just as bullets ripped through his belly.

The crew jumped in alarm as Cain's body hit the ground. The black airmen reached for their nearby weapons.

"Stehenbleiben, oder wir schießen!" shouted a German.

"Halt! Or we will shoot," translated another.

The airmen froze, slowly raising their arms. The Germans had formed a semicircle around them, rifles or machine pistols raised and pointed at them. Most wore camouflaged pants and white T-shirts stretched tight around newly enhanced muscles. One wore an SS officer's uniform top, unbuttoned and open to show his T-shirt. He was also wearing a black cap and had a Nazi armband around his arm. One pushed Calhoun forward. The black man's hands were tied behind his back. Calhoun stumbled to his knees beside Cain. Langston was still alive and raising his head to stare at the mess that had been his abdomen.

"Untersucht das Flugzeug!" shouted the officer.

A German stepped forward, rifle raised. He moved toward the plane, crouching beneath it. He pointed his rifle up through the bomb bay before standing and examining the interior. He crouched back down. "Leer, Sturmbannführer" said the German, moving out from under the plane.

"What have you done with Doctor Smith?" asked Archer, glancing at Calhoun, who was still on his knees, looking defeatedly down at the ground.

"Silence, you will not speak unless spoken to, Afrikaner," said the Nazi officer. "Sind sie alle schwarz?" asked the officer, a look of distaste spreading across his face as his eyes scanned the black faces.

"Ja, they are all negroes, Sturmbannführer" said a feminine voice coming up behind him. The blonde woman stepped out beside the major. She was clad in a black SS uniform several sizes too small for her body. The trouser legs had been cut off to reveal her firm, well-developed legs. The cut-off shorts tightly hugged her crotch and displayed her well-rounded rear end. Her top had shrunk, revealing her flat belly and navel. It was buttoned toward the top, but the buttons were straining to contain the large bosom beneath it. The top was open, showing an impressive amount of cleavage and a low-cut undershirt so soaked with sweat it was virtually see-through. Her blonde hair had been put up and tucked under a black officer's cap. The top displayed several stripes, medals, and a shiny silver wolf's head pin. A swastika armband was around her left arm.

"Lisa?" exclaimed Archer, staring in surprise at the blonde.

"If he speaks again, shoot him," said the Major in English for the black airmen's benefit. A German pulled a pistol out of its holster and aimed it at Archer.

The woman stared at Archer. She couldn't stop her eyes from glancing down at his crotch as her brain recalled seeing his huge black cock blasting semen on her torso. It made her vagina leak. He was staring at her in awe. She tried to pull the hem of her uniform down over her belly. She felt more exposed in the stretched-out uniform than she had naked.

Lisa Smith stood tall, her blue eyes gleaming with fanatic fire, her voice sharp with arrogance. "I am Doktor Ilsa Schmidt, She-Wolf of the Schutzstaffel. I'm no mere officer; I'm Vril Gesellschaft, wielding ancient secrets to raise the Aryan race above all. With raw Vril power, we'll forge Übermenschen and unstoppable weapons. The world will kneel to the Reich!" She sneered, clenched fist raised, eyeing the negroes to see if they were trembling with fear.

Their eyes were mostly staring at he tits.

She'd lost another button and was displaying even more cleavage. Her cheeks flushed with anger at the audacity of these subhumans. She gazed at Archer, or more specifically his crotch, noting the long tubular shape bulging out along his thigh. She licked her lips, picturing his huge spurting black cock again. Her face curled up with hatred as she forced the image out of her mind.

"Is it wise to reveal our plans, Doktor?" asked the German major, one eyebrow cocked up at her in disdain, but his gaze was also on her breasts.

Ilsa snorted. "To these Untermenschen! They are nothing but a fleeting obstacle. Mere insects for us to slap away. Besides, they will not live long enough to witness the future."

"Very well, Doktor," said the Major. "Where is the English bitch?"

"Stalwart bailed out over the jungle when we thought we would crash. The pilot left looking for her. Everyone else is accounted for."

"Excellent. We saw the chute, and I sent out a squad to locate it. The bitch may already be in our hands." The officer surveyed the plane. "Anything of use on the plane, Doktor?"

"Just weapons. Stalwart bailed out with small lead containers for the Vril."

"Sehr gut," said the Major. "That piece of junk isn't going anywhere, but I will send a squad back with explosives to destroy it."

"What about us?" asked Archer. "Can we at least try to help him?" he asked, nodding down toward Cain.

A German stepped forward and placed the barrel of a Luger against Spanky's forehead.

The Major gazed at Cain's wound and shook his head. "There is nothing you can do for him. As for the rest of you..."

Ilsa stepped forward. "The rest of you can join him. Kill them. Kill them all."

"Erschieße die Schwarzen!" she screamed.

Archer saw the finger on the trigger of the Luger tighten as the Germans raised their guns and aimed at the black men.

**********

The rat-a-tat-tat of machine gun fire ripped through the air.

A series of red holes exploded up along the torso of the dinosaur. It fell to the ground just inches from Jim.

Crowe was crouched, poised to block the wicked claw on the beast's lower legs, when the gunfire erupted.

Crowe barely had time to register what had happened before the jungle around him rustled with movement. Shadows emerged from the prehistoric giant ferns; rifles raised--Germans.

A full squad of Nazi soldiers stepped into the clearing, their camouflaged uniforms streaked with mud, their helmets bearing the black insignia of the Third Reich.

"Hände hoch!" barked the leader, a scar-faced lieutenant pointing his MP40 at Crowe's chest.

Crowe grimaced, slowly raising his hands. "Well, shit," said Crowe.

The officer sneered and raised his machine pistol. Before the lieutenant could give another order, the jungle, which had been eerily silent after the machine gun burst, erupted with primal screams.

More of the hook-clawed dinosaurs.

They came fast, blurs of teeth and muscle, darting from the shadows with unnatural cunning. The first raptor was on the nearest Nazi before he could even scream, jaws clamping down on his throat. Blood sprayed. The squad opened fire, gunfire ripping through the humid air, but the raptors were too many, too fast.

Crowe dived for cover as chaos erupted. A German went down screaming, his eyes staring in terror at Crowe as he was dragged into the foliage. Another tried to run, only for a raptor to leap onto his back and sink its fangs into his skull even as the claws on its feet ripped into the German's back.

The Nazis sprayed bullets at the swiftly moving dinosaurs or toward the underbrush where they disappeared. They scored some hits but only managed to kill one more of the ferocious dinosaurs.

Bullets ran dry. Rifles clicked empty. The Nazis fell one by one, shredded in a frenzy of claws and fangs. A headless body fell to the ground beside Crowe, blood squirting up from the neck. Another German was staring down in horror, trying to stuff his entrails back into his abdomen after a vicious hind claw had sliced him open.

And soon, there were only two men left.

Crowe grabbed a fallen machine pistol and found himself back-to-back with a lone German soldier, a young, wide-eyed private barely out of his teen years. The kid clutched his rifle with white-knuckled hands, breath ragged. He looked terrified.

"What's your name, kid?" asked Crowe.

"Wilhelm, answered, the frightened German.

"Crowe." Jim eyed the dinosaurs, slowly encircling them.

"Scheiße," Wilhelm muttered.

Crowe flicked open his last ammo clip and loaded it into his machine pistol. "I don't speak nazi, but yeah," he said. "That about sums it up."

The raptors reemerged from the undergrowth from all sides around the two men. They circled; yellow eyes gleaming in the dim jungle light. An eerie trilling sound rolled out from the jungle, and another hook-clawed dinosaur appeared. This one seemed older, its body scarred, including one across an eye that left it milky white, dead, but it still stared maliciously at the two humans.

Crowe exhaled, rolling his shoulders. "You any good with that rifle, Wilhelm?"

Wilhelm swallowed hard but nodded. "Ja, but only a few bullets left."

Crowe smirked. "Me too. Make each shot count and let's make these lizards work for their supper."

One-eye threw his head back and honked. The dinosaurs lunged.

And the men fired.

Crowe put a few bullets into another dinosaur before his rifle clicked empty. He reversed it, ready to swing it like a bat, just as an arrow appeared in the neck of the closest raptor, dropping it to the ground.

Another honk. The dinosaurs disappeared into the brush as quickly as they had appeared. The jungle went silent.

Again, Crowe found himself surrounded.

He and Wilhelm stood up straight and stared at the newcomers, their mouths hanging open in shock. Their saviors were women.

Stunningly beautiful women.

One raised her bow, and Crowe saw a thick, viscous green liquid dripping from the obsidian arrowhead.

Poison.

A poison so deadly it had taken out a dinosaur with one arrow.

**********

Pa-oola, her blonde hair cascading over her shoulders, moved with the grace of a panther. Her Vril-infected green eyes sparkled with desire as she gazed at Jane sprawled across the bed. Jane's raven-black hair fanned out beneath her, starkly contrasting her pale skin, her blue eyes half-lidded with anticipation. Both women's large breasts rose and fell with quickened breaths. They'd only met hours before, but Jane felt a sexual connection with the jungle girl that she'd only felt toward a few special women before, and it wasn't just the Vril radiation making them randy.

Paula White's athletic frame glistened faintly with sweat as she knelt between Jane's thighs, her strong hands gripping her personal giant black-dyed petrified mushroom. With a teasing smile, she pressed it against Jane, sliding it in with deliberate slowness, watching the adventurer's lips part in a silent gasp, Jane staring back at her. Then, lowering her head, Pa-oola's tongue flicked out, finding Jane's swollen clit with expert precision. She licked in slow, languid circles, her green eyes locked on Jane's face, drinking in every shudder, every moan that escaped Jane's lips.

Jane's hands clawed at the bed's covering, her body arching as waves of pleasure built within her. "Paula," she breathed, her crisp British accent fraying at the edges. Her blue eyes fluttered shut, and her raven hair clung to her sweat-dampened forehead. The jungle girl worked the dildo relentlessly, thrusting it in rhythm with the flicks of her tongue, driving Jane closer and closer toward a precipice.

Paula twirled her tongue around Jane's clit one last time before sucking it hard between her lips. Jane's hips jumped off the bed--a huge, shattering orgasm causing her vaginal muscles to squeeze the dildo so tightly Paula couldn't pull it out. A squirt of Jane's orgasmic fluid poured out around Jane's clit into Paula's mouth. Paula suckled Jane's clit through the powerful orgasm, watching her body convulse, and to Pa-oola's wide-eyed surprise, little geysers of milk jetted from Jane's nipples before spattering across her heaving chest. Pa-oola released Jane's clit and slowly removed her Zambo toy from Jane's pussy. She planted a soft kiss on Jane's labia before climbing up the fair-skinned woman's body, planting another kiss on Jane's navel. She leaned forward, her large breasts brushing against Jane's thighs as she licked the drops of milk from Jane's skin, savoring the sweet warmth. She clamped her lips over one of Jane's rampant nipples and sucked, desiring more of the delicious white fluid, but none came. Jane pushed her back until her wet nipple sprang from Paula's lips. Her nipples and her entire body felt too sensitive to continue.

"Blimey!" Jane gasped, her voice trembling, her blue eyes dazed yet alight with wonder. "That hit the spot."

Paula slid up next to her, leaning her body into Jane's. "Jane, the milk--are you with child?"

Jane smiled at the blonde and turned on her side so that the two women were facing each other, their curves pressing together. Both their hands moved automatically to caress the other's body. "No, the milk's a long story." Jane turned her head, moving her face toward the jungle girl, capturing Pa-oola's lips in a fierce, hungry kiss, the taste of herself still lingering on the jungle girl's tongue.

Paula kissed her back, and Jane felt her arousal growing again, but Paula pulled back, planting a little peck of a kiss on Jane's nose. "The sun's setting. I'll fix us some dinner." Paula sat up on the bed. She reached out and wrapped her hand around her Zambo dildo.

Jane watched as she placed it reverently back in its spot on the shelf--her reminder of her lost lover. "Maybe you should keep it handy," said Jane, winking at Paula. The blonde smiled back. "I'm glad you found me, in more ways than one."

"Following you for a while. Saw you fall out of the strange metal bird."

A wave of sadness washed over Jane as she thought of the lost black airmen, especially the dashing Jim Crowe. "It's called an aeroplane, a flying machine."

"Like the Wright brothers? Such a wonder," said Paula, shaking her head. "Strange times in Maple White Land. First the giant flying egg and then your aer-o-plane," she muttered, sounding out the new word.

"Flying egg?" questioned Jane, her nude body stretching languorously on the bed. She sat up so fast it startled Pa-oola. "A kriegszeppelin!"

"The Nazis are here!"

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"Halt!" the major barked. The Germans lowered their guns, but still held them ready, looking between their Major and the nazi she-wolf.

"What is the meaning of this, Major Shreck?" Ilsa glared.

"The vril radiation might be too dangerous, herr Doktor. We may need the schwarz as slave labor."

"I ain't nobody's slave!" Spanky growled, clamping his mouth shut when a German placed the barrel of his rifle to Spanky's forehead.

"We will shoot them later, once we have the vril," the major told Ilsa, smirking. "Up, schwarz! You're coming with us."

The black airmen slowly climbed to their feet. "What about our man?" asked Archer.

Major Shreck took a few steps towards Cain, gazing down at his wounds. "Leave him. Even this place can't heal those wounds."

Cain's head fell back to the dirt. "Prop me up," he wheezed.

"Burke, Burton," said Archer nodding to the two men.

The Germans looked at their leader who nodded in acceptance as Burke and Burton each took one Langston's arms and dragged his body over to the bomber's wheel, propping him up against it. "Sorry, Lang," whispered Burke. "We'll get 'em." Burton gave a silent nod of agreement.

"Thanks," rasped Cain. He weakly raised an arm. Burke reached out and grabbed his wrist. Cain's return grip was feeble. His fingers relaxed and his arm fell back to the ground.

Major Shreck bent and picked up a pistol off the ground. He emptied it of all but one bullet as he approached the men. He threw the gun down at Cain's feet. "For you," he told Cain. "You'll know when."

Shreck turned and addressed his men. "Bewegung! Wir marschieren!" He waved his arm at the black men. "Schnell schwarz! Schnell!"

Encircled by the Germans, the crew of the Blackbird, reluctantly lined up.

"Vorwarts!" shouted Shreck, raising his arm up and dropping it pointing the way. Doktor Schmidt fell in beside him.

Cain watched them disappear in the brush. He jerked his leg and managed to let the heel of his boot fall on the pistol, pulling it closer. His fingers closed around the hilt. He was done for. He knew it. The rasping in his chest was from blood filling his lungs. He could barely feel anything below his waist and gratefully, there was surprisingly little pain.

Cain clutched the gun, bushes rustling. A chicken-sized dinosaur chirped, teeth glinting. It froze, staring at him curiously, hungrily. More emerged--dozens. The camp was filled with their excited chittering. They took a few tentative steps toward him.

"Well fuck," wheezed Cain. "Looks like dark meats on the menu." He raised the pistol and pointed it at the nearest dinosaur before turning the gun on his temple.

The beasts charged.

A lone gunshot echoed through the jungle.

The Tuskegee airmen froze. They looked at each other, eyes angry and promising vengeance.

"Bewegung! Schnell!" screamed the Germans, pushing the black men forward.

The airmen turned their eyes on their nazi captors.

These bastards were going to pay!

Next: Chapter 4: Prisoners of the Sex-Starved Amazons

Chapter 3: Notes

1) Paula White is a character from the 1925 movie version of the Lost World. She did not exist in the novel. Jocko was a monkey in the movie.

2) Killer-diller is a bit of American slang that orginated in the 1930s and 1940s, particularly in Jazz and Swing culture. It means something or someone that is exceptionally good, exciting, or impressive.

3) Joe Louis "The Brown Bomber" was an American professional boxer. He was World Heavyweight Champion from 1937-1949. He played a significant role in breaking racial barriers in sports and American culture.14) Chusi is a traditional Incan woven blanket.

4) Heebie-jeebies means to experience nervous anxiety or fear of something. It originated in the comic, Barney Google, in 1923. It's an example of rhyming reduplication which was common in the era. Other examples include, hocus-pocus, mumbo-jumbo, razzle-dazzle, and the previously mentioned killer-diller.

5) Sturmbannführer is the SS equivalent rank of Major.

6) Kriegzeppelin's are fictional flying fortresses in the Stalwart universe. They are German war zeppelins. They averaged around 800' long with a diameter of 135'. They are powered by 4 Daimler-Benz diesel engines and can reach a top speed of 85mph. They typically carry a dozen bombs and have 4 mounted machine guns covering the front, rear, port, and starboard sides. The crew consists of 40-60 members of the Luftwaffe with 50-70 fallschirmjager. At least a few Kriegzeppelins are crewed by SS Commandos. The frame work of a war zeppelin is covered in reversable armored plates. One side is armor and the reverse side is mirrored reflecting back the surrounding sky and serving as a cloaking device.