It was painful. It was meant to be. Painful and weakening .. the way the four guards got Tarzan back to the village. They had already cut down a young tree. Passing it between Tarzan’s raised calves.
A foot pressing hard down on Tarzan’s neck kept his front pressed down in the dirt. A warrior had already yanked Tarzan’s bound arms high up his back. Tarzan felt the tree trunk being shoved through his legs, he felt it pass through between his bound arms.
Two warriors at the front, two behind Tarzan’s feet. On a signal they lifted the trunk up in the air. Centring it on their shoulders, jiggling it up and down to get it right .. the four guards set off for the village. Already as he was being lifted, Tarzan was gritting his teeth into the strain. His arms pulled high up his back, his whole being pulling down on his shoulder joints. Grunts of strain gathered in his throat.
They must have searched out every thick tree root on which to slip .. walking him suspended off the trunk. Tarzan hung .. the burn in his back-bent thighs quickly setting in. A jaw-clenching ache grinding into back-twisted shoulder joints as he swung. Until a carrier slipped on another muddy tree root. A sudden agony stabbed sharp into his shoulder. Tarzan grunted out loud.
Boys were looking out for the party. Cheers went up to greet the elite warriors. Hailing their return. Rejoicing in the burden they bore. Boys-not-yet-warriors rushed forward to greet the chief’s prize. Some just gave Tarzan a sharp slap in his sides. Others had come prepared, their cattle whips drumming a rhythm on Tarzan’s burning thighs. Good-naturedly the warriors shooed them away. But when the cheering escort of ambitious warrior-boys persisted, they shrugged their shoulders and let the boys have their fun.
Tarzan was dumped in a large hut. Dropped unceremoniously on his front in their dirt as the warriors eased the strain of carrying their burden out of muscled shoulders. Like that, they left him. Trapped by a tree trunk down the length of his back. Caught tight between his calves. His burning arms now dropped down on his back. But the tree trunk trapped him there .. pinning him down.
It took a deal of wriggling to ease himself gradually along the pole. Inch-by-struggling-inch, Tarzan managed to slide his trapped torso up the length of the tree trunk. Hard work .. muscles under strain as he forced his calves enough apart to free himself from the pole. Harder still when his legs broke free and his body had less friction on which to pull.
Tarzan was hot and sweaty by the time he got his arms free of the tree trunk. He’d scraped his chest along the scratchy earth in the hut. He’d had to grit his teeth to edge his front across the hut .. freeing himself of that constraint.
On his side now, fighting to try and wriggle his backside through the constraints of his tight-bound wrists. Having to keep quiet. Knowing his escorts would be on guard outside the doorway. They’d not risk any chance of him getting away. Keeping down the sounds of his frustrations as the tightness of those plastic ties refused to give.
What Tarzan hadn’t reckoned on .. they’d be kind to him. Never for one moment had he thought they’d bring him food. A warrior drew aside the animal hide in the doorway. He saw Tarzan had struggled himself free. Looking up from the earth. Body twisted with Tarzan’s struggles to get his hands in front. Their eyes met. Both as shocked. And panicky.
The warrior threw the warm gruel in Tarzan’s face. As he called out for his fellow-guards. Best thing they decided .. quickly a cord was found. Tarzan forced on to his front. The cord quickly tied the plastic ties on Tarzan’s ankles to the plastic strip on his wrists. Finishing up with Tarzan twisted into an arc. He’d given them a fright. But again they had him down on his front again. Wrists tied to feet. Let the damned apeman wriggle himself free of that!