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Back at it with another gorgeous illustration by DAKuroihoshi www.deviantart.com/dakuroihosh… and colored by myself bringing us to the misty jungles of Africa with one of the most classic damsels in distress and underrated Disney girls!
Spanking Edit: www.deviantart.com/zebramane/a…

Jane Porter may have given up a civilized, proper life back in England in choosing to stay in the lush, vibrant and untamed jungle with Tarzan, but just because she's gone native (casting aside her conservative, Victorian-era gown for a more 'local' ensemble closer to Tarzan's consisting of a short loincloth and mid-riff revealing top) doesn't mean she's given up her ambitions of researching the gorillas, or other fauna that share their natural habitat. Amid her studies in the luscious exotic environment, she'd also been taking quite a few lessons from her beloved wild-man in the art of vine-swinging, and was even starting to become somewhat adept at doing so on her own without Tarzan's welcomed guidance. So starts a deceptively routine afternoon in paradise as Jane makes careful, calculated swings from low hanging tree-top to tree-top, the English lady turned jungle-girl taking a tour of the humid, lively forest, on the lookout for anything of interest to study. Much to her surprise as she moves through the canopy, she comes across a few familiar, somewhat traumatizing acquaintances she'd made quite soon upon her first foray into the jungle.

A roaming troop of papio anubis, more commonly referred to as the African baboon, were starting to come out of the trees besides her in concerning number, swinging along the vines besides her in much more acrobatic fashion as they maneuver across the branches. Jane gave them an uneasy look, remembering the rather distressing, dangerous experience when she first encountered an infant who made off with her sketchbook, which rapidly escalated in running for her life from an angry mob that took exception. She merely kept moving between branches, carefully and slowly, hoping that bygones were bygones after Tarzan smoothed things over following his saving her from the unruly pack. However, the collection of baboons joining her on the casual, aerial stroll seemed interested in pestering her all the same, whether due to holding their grudge or just a natural disposition to heckle other animals. It started off innocent enough, a few of them clearly mimicking her deliberate vine-swinging as though to mock her for being so inexperienced and slow compared to them, prompting Jane to try and laugh it off and play along as a blush developed in her cheeks. She couldn't speak to animals like Tarzan could, but she had a solid idea of what their growing laughter meant. It soon grew clear they were out to give her an even harder time as their teasing soon expanded to her new, skimpy wardrobe, a few tiny/furry hands tugging and pulling on her loincloth or top while Jane tried to concentrate on her swings, or far more egregiously when one would seize the chance to slap at her exposed bottom. Eventually, it grew so bothersome she had to start taking one hand off the vines to feebly swat at and try to shoo off her unwanted guests, but that only further incited their antics. She began to swing faster than she normally would, just to get away from these annoying primates, but of course even her hustled pace was no match for the baboons' naturally adept movement through the trees. The snickering howls and harassment intensified as Jane could only try to go even faster, quickly starting to lose control of her own direction as she blindly grabbed vine after vine, shooting across the treetops at speeds she never dared go without Tarzan's help, crying out and yelping in frightful shock of her own velocity as she barely manages to keep up with the vines sailing past!

It isn't long until Jane amid her rushed swings grabs at a vine that is less than secure, and the weak branch gives way to free-fall as Jane lets out a startled, panicked scream that sends birds scurrying off as the novice swinger starts to plummet to the wet jungle floor not far below. She drops alongside a thicket of other slick, hanging vines from the canopy, and instinctively tries grabbing for another, and another, no longer thinking at all about her technique as she simply scrambles for something to hold onto. In doing so, she unknowingly wraps her arms and legs in the drooping foliage, shouting in dismay as they swiftly constrain her limbs, the gravity from her fall coiling her up in the vines like a winding yo-yo and entangling her in the mess of greenery. As several vines tightly snug their way around her arms, chest, legs, feet (and one particularly loathsome one wedging itself between her lower pair of cheeks), the plants eventually go taught and catch Jane roughly but safely before she lands in the damp dirt only a couple or so meters below. Jane slowly opens the eyes she had shut tight in anticipation of an uncomfortable landing, looking down as she lets out a deep sigh of relief, but only moments of ease are granted before she suddenly starts to tug at her strong, leafy binds, nervously wiggling around to test the give from the draping flora holding her in this rather unbecoming position, only for them to give none. She angrily grunts in frustration as she squirms in her suspended binds, and glowers as her trailing troupe of baboons descend to make the already degrading scenario all the worse. Their chuckling and ooking echoes all throughout the trees, and Jane with her face flushed red angrily demands they assist her at once, blaming them for getting in this mess! Her shouts are unheeded, as the beasts resume their torment of the silly, writhing human in their midst. They started leaping across the green cords holding her hostage and creating no small amount of discomfort, especially when they'd give a tug on the one riding up her posterior (which created a pained yelp they really seemed to enjoy), jump onto and off of her head, back, or bottom, and occasionally pull down on her legs to let her bounce back up much to her chagrin.

Eventually, Jane could stand no more of being these mischievous animals' plaything, and sucked in a deep breath ready to yell as loudly as she could for Tarzan, the King of the Jungle, to come to her rescue. The baboons, in a unexpected case of planning were prepared, as the moment Jane opened up her mouth she was barely past the 'T-!' before a exceptionally large, tough banana freshly picked nearby was shoved between her lips, cutting her off as Jane can only let out a surprised grunt as the banana nearly fills her mouth. Caught off-guard, she bites down, finding the raw, unripened banana surprisingly hard and impossible to chew, and attempts to spit out the thick, elongated fruit pushing up against her cheeks are met with failure as her teeth and lips lock around it. Jane's cries for assistance are reduced to pitiful mumbles behind her improvised gag as the baboons take another opportunity to howl with laughter at the humorous display of Jane renewing her fervent but fruitless struggling against the vegetation trapping her while muffled, furious screams emanate from behind the banana lodged in her mouth. The baboons are quick in resuming their playful tugging, swinging, and jumping across the vines or the helpless woman they're holding up, leaving poor Jane exceedingly unamused as the bouncing and jostling goes on for several minutes.

Thankfully, the baboons do tire of their distressed jungle-girl, and only indulge a few more tugs or smacks before the hollering group leaves the subdued researcher behind in her precarious, dangling bonds, to the frantic mmphing of Jane as she lets loose a string of phrases at them from behind the banana silencing her that, frankly, would be quite unacceptable of an upstanding young English girl back in London if said out-loud. After she vents her 'disagreements' with the rambunctious pack of monkeys, Jane sways side to side with an annoyed, exasperated expression, lightly testing the strength of the vines or at least trying to wiggle herself into a slightly more comfortable position, but ultimately lets out a low, frustrated groan into her raw, bitter-tasting gag. She tries to convince herself to keep a stiff-upper lip, be patient and either the vines will in time give out - dropping her into a muddy, soggy jungle floor she can look forward to having to wriggle around - OR someone will sooner or later stop by and free her from this predicament - which be they human or animal should prove exquisitely humiliating to be seen in such a undignified situation, and worst still explaining how it happened. At any rate, Jane certainly did learn a 'few' things to note down in her research... specifically, that baboons carry an impressive capacity for holding a grudge and where to avoid swinging on her own.

Description
Back at it with another gorgeous illustration by DAKuroihoshi www.deviantart.com/dakuroihosh… and colored by myself bringing us to the misty jungles of Africa with one of the most classic damsels in distress and underrated Disney girls!
Spanking Edit: www.deviantart.com/zebramane/a…

Jane Porter may have given up a civilized, proper life back in England in choosing to stay in the lush, vibrant and untamed jungle with Tarzan, but just because she's gone native (casting aside her conservative, Victorian-era gown for a more 'local' ensemble closer to Tarzan's consisting of a short loincloth and mid-riff revealing top) doesn't mean she's given up her ambitions of researching the gorillas, or other fauna that share their natural habitat. Amid her studies in the luscious exotic environment, she'd also been taking quite a few lessons from her beloved wild-man in the art of vine-swinging, and was even starting to become somewhat adept at doing so on her own without Tarzan's welcomed guidance. So starts a deceptively routine afternoon in paradise as Jane makes careful, calculated swings from low hanging tree-top to tree-top, the English lady turned jungle-girl taking a tour of the humid, lively forest, on the lookout for anything of interest to study. Much to her surprise as she moves through the canopy, she comes across a few familiar, somewhat traumatizing acquaintances she'd made quite soon upon her first foray into the jungle.

A roaming troop of papio anubis, more commonly referred to as the African baboon, were starting to come out of the trees besides her in concerning number, swinging along the vines besides her in much more acrobatic fashion as they maneuver across the branches. Jane gave them an uneasy look, remembering the rather distressing, dangerous experience when she first encountered an infant who made off with her sketchbook, which rapidly escalated in running for her life from an angry mob that took exception. She merely kept moving between branches, carefully and slowly, hoping that bygones were bygones after Tarzan smoothed things over following his saving her from the unruly pack. However, the collection of baboons joining her on the casual, aerial stroll seemed interested in pestering her all the same, whether due to holding their grudge or just a natural disposition to heckle other animals. It started off innocent enough, a few of them clearly mimicking her deliberate vine-swinging as though to mock her for being so inexperienced and slow compared to them, prompting Jane to try and laugh it off and play along as a blush developed in her cheeks. She couldn't speak to animals like Tarzan could, but she had a solid idea of what their growing laughter meant. It soon grew clear they were out to give her an even harder time as their teasing soon expanded to her new, skimpy wardrobe, a few tiny/furry hands tugging and pulling on her loincloth or top while Jane tried to concentrate on her swings, or far more egregiously when one would seize the chance to slap at her exposed bottom. Eventually, it grew so bothersome she had to start taking one hand off the vines to feebly swat at and try to shoo off her unwanted guests, but that only further incited their antics. She began to swing faster than she normally would, just to get away from these annoying primates, but of course even her hustled pace was no match for the baboons' naturally adept movement through the trees. The snickering howls and harassment intensified as Jane could only try to go even faster, quickly starting to lose control of her own direction as she blindly grabbed vine after vine, shooting across the treetops at speeds she never dared go without Tarzan's help, crying out and yelping in frightful shock of her own velocity as she barely manages to keep up with the vines sailing past!

It isn't long until Jane amid her rushed swings grabs at a vine that is less than secure, and the weak branch gives way to free-fall as Jane lets out a startled, panicked scream that sends birds scurrying off as the novice swinger starts to plummet to the wet jungle floor not far below. She drops alongside a thicket of other slick, hanging vines from the canopy, and instinctively tries grabbing for another, and another, no longer thinking at all about her technique as she simply scrambles for something to hold onto. In doing so, she unknowingly wraps her arms and legs in the drooping foliage, shouting in dismay as they swiftly constrain her limbs, the gravity from her fall coiling her up in the vines like a winding yo-yo and entangling her in the mess of greenery. As several vines tightly snug their way around her arms, chest, legs, feet (and one particularly loathsome one wedging itself between her lower pair of cheeks), the plants eventually go taught and catch Jane roughly but safely before she lands in the damp dirt only a couple or so meters below. Jane slowly opens the eyes she had shut tight in anticipation of an uncomfortable landing, looking down as she lets out a deep sigh of relief, but only moments of ease are granted before she suddenly starts to tug at her strong, leafy binds, nervously wiggling around to test the give from the draping flora holding her in this rather unbecoming position, only for them to give none. She angrily grunts in frustration as she squirms in her suspended binds, and glowers as her trailing troupe of baboons descend to make the already degrading scenario all the worse. Their chuckling and ooking echoes all throughout the trees, and Jane with her face flushed red angrily demands they assist her at once, blaming them for getting in this mess! Her shouts are unheeded, as the beasts resume their torment of the silly, writhing human in their midst. They started leaping across the green cords holding her hostage and creating no small amount of discomfort, especially when they'd give a tug on the one riding up her posterior (which created a pained yelp they really seemed to enjoy), jump onto and off of her head, back, or bottom, and occasionally pull down on her legs to let her bounce back up much to her chagrin.

Eventually, Jane could stand no more of being these mischievous animals' plaything, and sucked in a deep breath ready to yell as loudly as she could for Tarzan, the King of the Jungle, to come to her rescue. The baboons, in a unexpected case of planning were prepared, as the moment Jane opened up her mouth she was barely past the 'T-!' before a exceptionally large, tough banana freshly picked nearby was shoved between her lips, cutting her off as Jane can only let out a surprised grunt as the banana nearly fills her mouth. Caught off-guard, she bites down, finding the raw, unripened banana surprisingly hard and impossible to chew, and attempts to spit out the thick, elongated fruit pushing up against her cheeks are met with failure as her teeth and lips lock around it. Jane's cries for assistance are reduced to pitiful mumbles behind her improvised gag as the baboons take another opportunity to howl with laughter at the humorous display of Jane renewing her fervent but fruitless struggling against the vegetation trapping her while muffled, furious screams emanate from behind the banana lodged in her mouth. The baboons are quick in resuming their playful tugging, swinging, and jumping across the vines or the helpless woman they're holding up, leaving poor Jane exceedingly unamused as the bouncing and jostling goes on for several minutes.

Thankfully, the baboons do tire of their distressed jungle-girl, and only indulge a few more tugs or smacks before the hollering group leaves the subdued researcher behind in her precarious, dangling bonds, to the frantic mmphing of Jane as she lets loose a string of phrases at them from behind the banana silencing her that, frankly, would be quite unacceptable of an upstanding young English girl back in London if said out-loud. After she vents her 'disagreements' with the rambunctious pack of monkeys, Jane sways side to side with an annoyed, exasperated expression, lightly testing the strength of the vines or at least trying to wiggle herself into a slightly more comfortable position, but ultimately lets out a low, frustrated groan into her raw, bitter-tasting gag. She tries to convince herself to keep a stiff-upper lip, be patient and either the vines will in time give out - dropping her into a muddy, soggy jungle floor she can look forward to having to wriggle around - OR someone will sooner or later stop by and free her from this predicament - which be they human or animal should prove exquisitely humiliating to be seen in such a undignified situation, and worst still explaining how it happened. At any rate, Jane certainly did learn a 'few' things to note down in her research... specifically, that baboons carry an impressive capacity for holding a grudge and where to avoid swinging on her own.