Jane Stalwart and the Lost World
Copyright 2024 by Stormbringer
Chapter Two: Transformed By the Lost World
Darkness turned to light.
Jane stirred, becoming aware of a sharp pain in her foot. The pain deepened, daggers piercing her skin. She yanked her foot back, causing her body to swing slowly back and forth.
She opened her eyes. Things were blurry at first, but as her vision came into focus, she pulled her second foot back just as razor-sharp fangs were snapping down, closing on thin air. The creature fell back to the ground, hopping from foot to foot, looking irritated.
Fascinating, she thought, staring at the dinosaur, it resembled a velociraptor only velociraptors were roughly the size of turkeys while this theropod appeared her height. The raptor hopped back, bending down, it picked her boot up in its jaws and shook it vigorously much like a dog shaking a stuffed toy. It spit the tattered boot out and made another futile leap for her. As long as she kept her legs up, she was safe.
Momentarily safe from danger, Jane also became aware that she was staring down at the dinosaur over bare breasts, her nipples were hard, achingly so. Several rivulets of sweat were rolling down her chest and over the slopes of her breasts. "Lost your top again," echoed Patty's voice in her head, voiced often by her former lady's maid and friend because of Jane's proclivity for having her blouse ripped off.
Her top was not the only thing she had lost. Jane risked lowering her legs long enough to see that her feet and legs were bare, and she could see the dark black curly hair covering her pubic mound. Faint scars covered one foot where the raptor's teeth had penetrated her flesh through her boot. She raised her legs again when it appeared the raptor might make another leap.
Jane glanced up. She was dangling by her parachute cord, the rope caught by branches, the chute itself ripped to shreds by the wickedly sharp thorns lining the vines covering the trees. The same thorns that must have ripped her clothes off her body while miraculously leaving her unharmed. She could make out pieces of torn clothes and parachute. There was no sign of the pack holding her supplies. She was completely naked. No, not completely. Her belt had survived around her waist, somewhat tattered, but intact, and more importantly, her survival knife was still in its sheath around her belt.
Time to get out of this mess, she thought, looking around at her surroundings. There was a large branch close by that she could probably swing to. Luckily, the thorns seemed confined to the emergent layer of the jungle, while the canopy was relatively safe and filled with branches and non-thorny vines.
Jane lowered and raised her feet, causing her to swing on the cords toward the branch. The raptor honked repeatedly; its call being echoed by other creatures in the forest. Her legs reached the branch and wrapped around it, holding her still. She almost let go when the angry dinosaur leaped on the tree. Its nasty hooked hind claws dug into the tree bark as the creature tried to scramble to reach her, but it slipped and fell back to the ground. It honked again, leaping angrily while watching her.
Jane pulled herself up on the branch and squatted, pulling out her knife and cutting through the cord to free herself. She glanced at the beast to keep an eye on it, stopping to stare when she saw that it had been joined by two more of its kind. All three were watching her, eerily frozen still.
Jane rescued some of the parachute cord, wrapping it around her shoulder. She looked down again. A half dozen velociraptors were now staring up at her. They moved aside as a gray leathery-skinned beast walked through the pack, turning its hateful gaze upon her. The raptor was old, and covered in scars including one vicious gash across an eye socket, that left the pupil a cloudy white. She stared back at the beast repressing a shudder for the one-eyed raptor's gaze felt malevolent, like it wanted to kill her out of spite and not just for food.
"Looks like it's safer sticking to the canopy," she muttered, looking around and seeing another branch that looked strong enough to hold her. There was a vine hanging between her and the branch. Jane leaped towards the trunk of her tree, kicking herself off and twisting her body so that she could grab the dangling vine. She found herself grinning with excitement as she landed safely on the next branch. Not only was she an Olympic-level gymnast, but her genius-level intellect allowed her to calculate algebraic and calculus equations in her head nearly instantaneously. Swinging through the trees would be a breeze for her.
Old one-eye gave a loud honk. Jane glanced down just as the raptors scattered. Within seconds they were gone. They crashed and stomped through the jungle and just like that everything went silent. She snorted. They had not gone far. They were hidden, camouflaged, waiting, hoping she would come down. Well, bullocks to that.
Her nipples ached again. They were engorged with blood, fully swollen. It almost felt like an invisible hand was pinching them and droplets of milk appeared on the tips. The invisible hand was not just pinching them, it was pulling on them like it was trying to pull her breasts along with it. Jane stared down at her breasts in horror, silently praying her worst fears would not be realized. Her breasts were growing again! After bathing in two mythological Norse wells, her breasts had grown to the point they were barely contained by an American large size D brassiere. Now they were expanding back to the giant size they had grown to after being ejaculated on by the COCK of Osiris. She felt her breasts filling with milk making them heavier. The extra weight threw her off a little, but the cheeks of her rear end were filling out as well to help balance her out. Her breasts stopped growing, but her nipples stayed swollen which left her in a slightly distracting state of constant arousal. The good news was that this was proof of the presence of large amounts of vril in the lost world and her breasts should return to normal once she left the Lost World.
It was hot and humid. Her nude body was covered by a glistening sheen of sweat. It was not too uncomfortable in the jungle shade, but she would need water soon, and with no canteen, she'd need to stay near a source of water. Luckily, from her parachute, she had spied the large central lake and it appeared it was fed by many rivers and streams meaning water should be plentiful.
She looked down, giving her shiny body a quick once-over, and was surprised to see that she had been wrong. Her body was covered by scars. She had not escaped the thorns unscathed after all. She was not sore or in any pain. Even the throbbing in her foot from the raptor bite was gone. So were the scars on her foot! Jane's brow furrowed and she raised her right arm, looking at one long jagged line of dried blood down her entire forearm. She used a fingernail on her other hand to scrape away the blood. "Fascinating," she gasped, seeing that there was not any sign of a wound beneath the dried blood. Rapid healing was another side effect of Vril!
Jane Stalwart squatted on her branch and looked around at her surroundings. The sun was high, and she could not tell which direction was Northeast until it started setting. She decided to just take the easiest path through the canopy and see where it took her. Her eyes focused on the closest vine and a strong branch several hundred feet away. Her mind did the calculations. Vine, vine, leap off the springy branch, vine, grab the branch, swing for the vine, run along the tree trunk, vine, vine, and finally, branch.
Easy, she thought. And it was.
Jane had trained in long-distance running by a Tarahumara Indian and could run at a steady pace for hours if needed. Swinging through the canopy was not much harder for her though her arm muscles were not as built up as her leg muscles were. The naked woman traveled for several miles, pausing occasionally, not so much to rest, but to listen for signs of danger. In the beginning, she caught movement out of the corner of her eyes, or a bush would shake or a low branch sticking out from a tree looked suspiciously like a raptor tail. After a few more miles, there were no more signs of the raptors still pursuing her. So, Jane felt reasonably safe when she found her first signs of water.
A strong stream of water poured steadily over a small rock outcropping creating a picturesque little waterfall with a small bathing pool beneath it. Some large boulders surrounded the waterfall. Gorgeous orchids, some common to the Amazon rainforest and some of unknown species covered the flora around the pool. Some grew from the ground and others used the trees as a host species. It looked safe and inviting, but Jane still sat frozen for close to an hour staring at the waterfall below before she decided it was safe enough to come down from the canopy.
She landed on a rock, crouching, eyes scanning her surroundings, ears listening to the noises of the rainforest. Jane crept forward, stepping down onto another rock, her eyes scanning the pool. It was not deep, and she saw no signs of danger. She stepped into the pool, unhooked her belt, and laid it down on the rock before wading towards the waterfall.
Jane stepped under the waterfall, letting the water wash over her nude body. She threw her head back and drank her fill. The bottom was sandy, so Jane crouched and grabbed a handful of coarse sand using it to scrub her body. She had more lines of dried blood than she had at first noticed, but underneath there were no wounds and her foot had fully healed. She even felt great like the very land was invigorating her.
Jane stepped out from under the waterfall just as a great cat landed on top of the boulder she had first jumped down from the trees onto. It crouched, feline eyes turning towards her.
Jane stared. The cat was smaller than a lion but heavier with the coloration of a South American jaguar. Its most distinguishing characteristic were the pair of foot-long saber-like teeth stabbing down over its lower jaw.
A Smilodon!
Jane stared at the cat, not turning her head, but her eyes moved staring at her knife still in its sheath lying on the lower rock under the cat. The beast was staring back at her. Jane took a sideways step towards her knife and then another. The Smilodon's hind quarters rose. Jane knew what a big cat about to pounce looked like. She took another sidestep and then ran for her belt.
The Smilodon sprang off the rock just as her hand closed on the hilt of her knife. She turned holding the belt up as she pulled the knife free. The saber-toothed cat's front claws ripped through her belt and raked her belly, digging deep into her flesh. Her free hand grabbed the monster's neck as her other hand plunged the knife into the cat's side, stabbing again and again, knife plunging into flesh repeatedly. She was sure her blade had found the creature's heart yet its jaws were still trying to close down around her head. Its claws raked her again, this time in her thighs. She buried the knife and released it, her hand grabbing the cat on one of its saber teeth. She held the jaws open surprised by how weak the force of the Smilodon's jaws were. The creature shuddered and collapsed. Jane threw it off her and onto the boulder.
