Date: Mon, 22 Apr 2024 03:14:09 -0600 From: tarzan Subject: Tarzan and The Dance of Dominance - Chapter 46 Disclaimer: I do not own Tarzan or related characters and am not making a profit from sharing this story here. The character was created by Edgar Rice Burroughs and is now in the public domain. Any similarity between the characters in this story and real people is entirely coincidental and incredibly hot. I always appreciate your feedback and would love to hear your ideas. Please support Nifty with donations of any size to help them provide a platform for so many fascinating stories. Please use this link to donate: http://donate.nifty.org/. Chapter 46: The Power of Submission-------------------------------- (c) tarzanstud1@gmail.com As the men gather to discuss the experience, a sense of satisfaction and triumph permeates the air. They exchange knowing glances, their expressions a mixture of amusement and dominance. Hargrove, always keen on assessing a slave's potential, speaks first. "Remarkable, isn't it? To witness the transformation of such a once-proud creature into a submissive vessel, completely at our mercy. His training progresses even in his sleep." Blackwood nods in agreement, a satisfied smirk playing on his lips. "Indeed. It's clear that the conditioning has taken root deep within him. He responds to our commands without hesitation. A triumph in the effectiveness of our methods." Alden, though less vocal, chimes in with a wry smile. "He's become a true specimen of servitude. It's almost poetic, watching him kneel before us, his once formidable presence reduced to a mere plaything for our amusement." Harrington, ever the strategist, offers his observations. "His compliance is promising. With the right guidance, he could prove to be an invaluable asset. His strength and submission, combined with the leash and ring, make for a potent combination." The Baron, the orchestrator of this entire endeavor, gazes at Tarzan with a glint of satisfaction in his eyes. "Gentlemen, we are on the cusp of a new era. With Tarzan firmly under our control, we hold the key to dominance unlike anything we've seen before. He will be the jewel of the Alpha Ascension, a symbol of our absolute power." The men exchange nods of agreement, their confidence in their plan unwavering. Tarzan's fate is sealed, and they revel in the knowledge that they hold the reins of his destiny. * * * * * In Alden's Gossip Column: The Alpha Ascension Unfolds: Tarzan's Triumph of Submission Dear readers, Oh, what a spectacle unfolded before my very eyes! The once-mighty Tarzan, the epitome of strength and primal power, now reduced to a mere shadow of his former self, bound by chains of servitude. In a remarkable display of dominance, the illustrious Baron and his esteemed companions, Blackwood, Hargrove, Harrington, and yours truly, Alden, reveled in Tarzan's submission. Each command met with unwavering obedience, his every move orchestrated by the flick of a leash. The scene was a masterpiece of control, with Tarzan's once defiant spirit now humbled, kneeling before his superiors. His physique, once a symbol of untamed wilderness, now a canvas of submission, adorned with a leash and a "manhood" ring binding him beneath his loincloth, a stark reminder of his newfound station. The Baron's plan is unfolding seamlessly, and I have no doubt that Tarzan will play a central role in the upcoming Alpha Ascension, a living testament to the triumph of dominance. Stay tuned, dear readers, for this saga is far from over. The Alpha Ascension promises to be an event of unparalleled grandeur, and I shall be here to bring you every tantalizing detail. Until next time, Alden * * * * * Hargrove took a step forward, his presence looming over the kneeling Tarzan. He could feel the tension in the air, the weight of the Baron's command resting heavily on his shoulders. This was his moment to prove himself, to demonstrate his prowess in the art of dominance. "Tarzan," he began, his voice low and commanding, "you were once the king of the jungle, ruling with an iron fist. But now, look at you. Kneeling before your betters, a mere shadow of your former self. You have learned the power of submission, haven't you?" Hargrove's fingers trailed lightly down Tarzan's spine, feeling the subtle tremors that ran through the once-mighty frame. He circled around, studying the way Tarzan's muscles tensed and relaxed in response to his touch. It was a dance of dominance and submission, a delicate interplay of power dynamics. He stopped in front of Tarzan, locking eyes with him. "You will learn, Tarzan. You will learn to yield, to serve, to submit. And in doing so, you will find a new kind of strength. A strength born from the acceptance of your place in this hierarchy." With that, Hargrove stepped back, allowing the weight of his words to settle. He knew that this was just the beginning, that the road to Tarzan's ultimate submission was a long and arduous one. But he was determined to see it through, to witness the transformation of the once-proud jungle king into a willing servant. And so, Hargrove continued his task, guiding Tarzan down the path of humility and obedience, one deliberate step at a time. Hargrove wasted no time. He knew that the process of breaking Tarzan down, of molding him into a submissive servant, required precision and persistence. He circled the kneeling figure, his steps deliberate and purposeful. "Look at you," he mused, his voice a low rumble, "a slave, just like any other. But there's still that fire in your eyes, that spark of defiance. We'll have to work on that, won't we?" He reached down, fingers gripping Tarzan's chin firmly, tilting his head up to meet Hargrove's gaze. Their eyes locked, and Hargrove could see the struggle within Tarzan, the battle between his ingrained instincts and the reality of his new position. "Your strength is still there, Tarzan," he murmured, "but it needs to be channeled, harnessed for a different purpose. You will find power in submission, in knowing when to yield and when to serve." With a swift motion, Hargrove brought Tarzan to his feet, keeping a tight grip on his arm. He guided him across the room, their footsteps echoing off the walls. It was a dance of dominance and compliance, a silent conversation of control. "Kneel," Hargrove commanded, and Tarzan obeyed, sinking to the ground once more. It was a sight to behold--the once-mighty Tarzan brought to his knees, submitting to his new master. As the days went by, Hargrove continued his work, each interaction a carefully calculated step towards Tarzan's ultimate submission. He tested boundaries, pushed limits, and rewarded compliance. It was a delicate balance, a dance of dominance and surrender that would ultimately reshape Tarzan's identity. And through it all, Hargrove remained vigilant, knowing that the transformation was not yet complete. Tarzan's journey from jungle king to willing servant was a process that required time, patience, and a masterful hand to guide it to its inevitable conclusion. Tarzan's transformation was evident in every sinew of his body. His once defiant posture had softened, replaced by a quiet readiness to serve. He moved with a grace that belied his former wildness, anticipating the needs of his superiors before they even voiced them. His eyes, once fierce and untamed, now held a glint of something else--deference, perhaps even a touch of gratitude. When he spoke, it was in halting, broken English, a stark contrast to the eloquence of his betters. He no longer protested or challenged; instead, he offered simple acknowledgments of his masters' commands. "Tarzan... do," he would say, a willingness to comply evident in his voice. He learned quickly, absorbing the lessons of submission with an almost unnerving efficiency. His body became a canvas for the desires of his superiors, a testament to his newfound role. He bore the marks of their control--cuffs and restraints, symbols of his servitude. Hargrove watched with a mixture of satisfaction and anticipation. Tarzan's progress spoke to the effectiveness of their methods, to the power of their dominance. Each step towards submission was a victory proving the malleability of even the mightiest spirit. Tarzan was becoming a living embodiment of their authority, a slave who understood his place and embraced it willingly. His once wild heart now beat in rhythm with the desires of his masters, a standard bearer for the transformative power of their dominance. * * * * * As Tarzan knelt alone in the quiet moments between his service to the superiors, his mind churned with a whirlwind of thoughts and emotions. His identity, once forged in the untamed heart of the jungle, had undergone a profound metamorphosis. He contemplated the shift from savage to servant, from wild to willing. In the stillness of his solitude, he whispered to himself in the broken English he had adopted, "Tarzan... Tarzan serve." His thoughts were a mixture of acceptance and resignation, tinged with a strange sense of fulfillment. There was a simplicity in this newfound purpose, a clarity that had been absent from the complexities of his previous existence. He no longer fought against the currents of authority; instead, he flowed with them, finding solace in the obedience he offered. With every act of submission, every gesture of service, he felt a peculiar sense of belonging. He was no longer an outsider, a lone figure in the depths of the jungle. He was a part of a greater whole, a cog in the machinery of dominance and submission. Though his body bore the marks of his masters' control, he wore them with a strange pride. They were symbols of his newfound identity, badges of honor that marked him as theirs. He no longer longed for the freedom of the wild; instead, he found a different kind of liberation in his service. As he whispered to himself in the dim light of the stable, he acknowledged the truth of his existence, "Tarzan... serve." It was a mantra that anchored him, a reminder of his purpose in this new world he inhabited. And in that acceptance, he found a curious sense of peace. * * * * * END OF CHAPTER FORTY-SIX------------------------------------- Thanks for the emails! I always appreciate hearing your reactions, including your constructive criticism. 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