Note- next chapter in my series with former porn star Sarah Young as a time traveller.
Sarah Young tumbled over and over in a slow motion free fall in the endless abyss of the time vortex.
Her senses were assaulted by a myriad of coloured lights as she moved in a dream like state, headed who knew where.
Or when.
A while back, how long would that have been?
A while back, the attractive English woman had taken an almighty risk in testing the 'Time Tunnel,' the still unused, unfinished project of Operation Tic Toc.
She had been just a bit player among much more intelligent scientists than her but was proud of her contribution and eagerly wished the project to succeed.
When she had learned the US Government intended to withdraw funding Sarah had secretly entered the large cylindrical hallway and been instantly transported back in time.
Back in Arizona at HQ, the director of the project and leading specialists had managed to keep track of the lost woman through monitors that could follow her movements, but until now they were unable to bring her back to 1993.
Sarah eventually reappeared from the vortex and tumbled over onto her stomach on a carpet of green mosses.
With a shake of her head and a blink of her eyes she sat up and looked around.
Evidently she had been transported to a steaming jungle, the heat was oppressive and many different creatures could be heard under the canopy of branches and leaves.
Under her was a natural blanket of lichens and moss, above her tall trees with creepers and vines hanging.
As she stood she shrieked as an insect buzzed by her face and she swatted it away.
Sarah could feel the humid air on her skin and she looked at herself to see what attire she had been transformed into.
The time tunnel had a unique quality in dressing her in whatever time period she visited.
It was no surprise that she had a green micro bikini made from leaves and some kind of animal skin.
The small band that covered her massive breasts was stretched to the limit, barely able to keep her 42DD tits in check, and the tiny bottoms showed off her shapely legs and perfect ass fine.
Her feet were bare and the jungle floor tickled her toes.
The mane of dark brown curls were piled up on her head and some loose strands waved loosely around her bare shoulders.
As she wandered around and took in her new surroundings she wondered is this was an African jungle or South American.
Was this a recent period in time, or millions of years in the past.
If only hq were to communicate with her somehow.
Startled, Sarah heard a rustling of leaves and a leopard stood directly in front of her and she put her hand to her mouth in total fear.
Frozen to the spot like a statue, her big brown eyes wide, she realised how vulnerable she was and her heart skipped a beat.
The big cat looked straight at the petrified woman, its long body marked with small rosettes.
It poised on its short legs and its ears twitched, sharp yellow teeth bared.
"Do not move."
Sarah gasped and very slowly turned her head to the left in the direction of the voice.
There was a tall figure of a man with long black hair that fell over his broad shoulders.
Naked, apart from a loin cloth that looked to be made from the same hide as the leopard, he stood deathly still.
His athletic torso was deeply tanned and free of body hair.
The bunched up biceps were developed, his bared thighs bulged and his taut dimpled ass stuck out behind his back under the just about decent loin cloth.
The man slowly raised his bow and with careful aim fired one, and then another arrow quickly into the big cat before it could charge.
Sarah broke from her frozen state and buried her head in her arms and curled up in a ball.
She could hear savage noises as the fearless man used his knife to kill the beast who made a rattling sound as it died.
Next thing she heard was when he let out a colossal roar in victory.
Sarah burst into tears, her body wracked with uncontrollable shakes as she realised the danger was gone and she was safe.
The six foot plus man who had saved her got hold of her slight five feet three frame and lifted her up and walked ahead through a clearing.
She gazed into his clear grey eyes and melted.
"Who are you?" She whispered.
"I am known by Tarzan." He said with head held high.
Sarah put her head into his weathered, solid chest and she could smell his warm, pungent masculine aroma.
She grinned as she passed out.
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The brunette beauty awoke on a wooden framed bed covered in blankets.
She was completely naked as she laid on her back and she became aware of someone mopping her brow on the bed beside her.
Her brown curls were unbound and spread over a soft pillow, her lithe pins were parted and her massive tits hung heavily on her chest.
Her eyes focused on a young woman, twenty years old?
She had a look of innocence on her pretty face that seemed to reel her in, but the fact that the girl was also naked made Sarah think maybe not so innocent.
Long straight blonde hair fell down her back almost to her butt.
Her body was flawless with silky smooth skin and an hourglass figure.
Her natural pert breasts had erect nipples that could cut glass, and her eye lingered over her juicy ass.
The girl smiled with white teeth and her blue liquid eyes sparkled.
"Hello, how are you? I think you got a touch too much heat out there.
Its much better if we have no clothing."
Sarah studied the leggy nude with the piercing eyes.
"Where is this?"
"This is Africa silly.
I'm Jane Porter, from Baltimore.
You sound English, am I right?"
"Yes, I'm from England originally. I'm Sarah Young."
Sarah recalled how she had relocated to Germany in her youth and had become the hottest porn star in Europe before she stepped away and concentrated on her studies in Biochemistry.
"Were you marooned as well?
That is what happened to me eighteen months ago.
That was when I met him."
She indicated over her shoulder to the morose man in a makeshift wooden chair, his face deep in thought.
"Is, is he Tarzan?" She asked in awe.
"Yeah, means 'White Skin' in ape language.
His real name is John Clayton, son of Lord and Lady Greystoke.
I read his fathers journals that he kept while he made this shelter.
He managed to salvage useful things from their ship when the crew mutinied and they were abandoned ashore.
They were marooned here about twenty years ago, built this cabin by themselves, but both died when the child was an infant.
He was raised by the apes around here, never saw another human until I came along.
