The Marquesan Head Huntresses
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Sputnik
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RSVP EROTICA
The soft breeze ruffled his hair as he padded barefoot on the wooden deck. His feet now accustomed to the heat generated by the radiant sun in the tropical climate he found himself in. The small schooner dipped at anchor in the blue waters as he awaited the return of Bartlett, Johnson and the hand who had gone ashore in the skiff to trade goods with the natives in exchange for copra.
"Hope them's back soon; don't like a look o' that shite yonder" said Bundy the first mate, pointing to a dark and menacing sky in the distance which was fast encroaching upon the bright blue within the sunlight above. The captain, Nathanial Gray, who made up the total six man crew, toked on his pipe as he too eyed the approaching storm from the binnacle he sat on.
"Yes, we'd best be away from this reef when that blows in; I baint in any mind to spend the next six month or so on that flea bitten island." The two older men made him shiver a little with their talk, despite the tropical heat and the increasing humidity that the fast approaching squall was creating. He was eased somewhat as he saw the white bow-wave in the distance as the skiff was hastily rowed back, aided by its small sail which was catching the breeze.
Bartlett, Johnson and the Hand, Jonah Travis, hurriedly thrust the sacks of copra from the skiff as they eyed the blackening sky about them. They clambered aboard and the sails of 'Carolina May' were unfurled as Travis walked the skiff round to the stern and made her fast. The brown and white sails billowed and went taught as the increasing breeze was captured by them making the wooden vessel creak as it lurched into almost instantaneous motion. The once calm sea was becoming increasingly choppy as the small schooner picked up a pace and moved further away from the reef to the comparative safety of the open ocean. Frigate birds wheeled eerily above them in front of the storm like huge black bats.
For an hour or so the schooner made good progress, keeping just ahead of the storm which seemed to hold back and be content to blow them in a southerly direction, the twin masts almost bending with the constant wind which inflated the sails; the bow of the graceful boat buffeting through the growing swell. The men slid about in the spray as the sky above them darkened, and the wind and waves grew stronger. To add to their misery, the heavens opened, and thunder and lightning deafened and blinded them as they fought with the rigging and steering. It was about two hours from the time when they had left the atoll when it happened; there was a huge crack and the schooner suddenly slewed sideways; the steering had gone! Bundy was thrown over the side and disappeared into the maelstrom; the ship went broadside against the waves. The others froze as a mountainous wall of water loomed over them. The next thing he knew he was twisting and turning like a rag doll underwater; objects hit his arms, legs and head as he swirled in the salty turbulence, something rammed his chest and he grabbed it instinctively. His heart was fit to burst as he broke the surface once more and spewed the water from his throat and lungs. There was nothing but ocean. The only thing from the ‘Carolina May’ that remained was the split section of bowsprit boom which was keeping him afloat and a thousand heads of copra bobbing like apples in a barrel. He clung to the wooden remnant for dear life, as he rose and fell in the enormous troughs.
He fought to stay conscious for the next hour or so, and as he rose high on one wave, a flash of lightning illuminated an island not far off. If only he could make it there. It must have been another two hours before the storm passed, and he was drifting in and out of consciousness under the returning hot sun when the sound of breakers crashing alerted his numbed senses. He strained to lift his head as far above the still turbulent sea as he could and saw the white foam about three hundred yards off, and beyond that a small island with tall rocky outcrops, the shoreline festooned with palms, about another five hundred yards beyond the foam. If he could traverse the reef safely he would reach the island; an island he would have viewed with some hostility and trepidation just the day before, but one which looked very inviting to him now.
He hauled his entire body up upon the length of wood which had been his saviour. Some rigging, a portion of sail and attached wooden debris, did just enough to act as an impromptu outrigger; stopping the main body which supported him from rolling. He braced himself as the crashing grew louder; each surge of the tide rushed him ever closer to the possibility of being shredded on the sharp coral reef, or the luxury of the soft beach which lay somewhere beyond it.
The initial wave carrying him to his uncertain destiny dropped his makeshift vessel short and he was thrust forward agonisingly as the mast end shunted the wall of coral. He gripped the wood as best he could, avoiding the temptation to wrap his arms underneath it. Thankfully, the next swell consisted of a much larger volume of water, and he was that much closer; it picked him up and he surged through the crashing foam and spray. As the wave flattened out in its dispersal he felt the vibration as the mast bottomed out occasionally on spikes of coral; then the next wave overtook him and upended him – he was flung forward headlong and curled himself into a ball awaiting the impact against the sharp and menacing reef. He hung suspended in the water and slowly opened his eyes; the foam swirled above him and the crashing rang in his ears, but he just lolled back and forth in near still water – he had cleared the reef.
He surfaced in the swirling foam and spied the mast close by. He swam to it and wrapped his arms gratefully about it and caught his breath. He was close to exhaustion. He seemed to float in circles within the lagoon; the beach was within his grasp now, but frustratingly far off given his present feeble condition; he could not risk abandoning his flotation aid, so he paddled slowly toward his goal. It was another good twenty minutes before he could drop through the water and bounce his feet on the sandy bottom; a feeling which he appreciated immensely – he had not drowned.
As he grew closer to the white sandy beach, shoulder deep in the water, he was gripped by another fear. He was well aware of the numerous tribes that frequented these islands; some of whom practised cannibalism. Even those considered 'friendly' had some strange ways, and it was not known if their humility would prevail when encountering a European in a situation such as he now found himself in. He looked about from where he was, up and down the beach for signs of life before wading ashore with the life-saving debris in tow; he would hide the flotsam in the undergrowth to ensure his arrival was not announced to all and sundry.
Despite his fear, he could not help but smile with relief as his feet ploughed through the hot white sand. He quickly hid himself amongst the palms and marvelled at the imposing peaks which frequented the landscape. The circumstances of his good fortune suddenly dawned upon him and he thought of the recent acquaintances he had enjoyed upon the ‘Carolina May’; any sense of euphoria quickly drained from him. He had a solemn moment and remembered those whom he surmised had not been so fortunate. The moment was short lived however; he had survived and he would carry the spirit of his lost associates with him as he strived to reach civilisation, as he knew it, to tell their story. He took a last longing look at the blue sea which now looked so inviting and stepped toward the interior.
His bare feet found it hard going in places as he slipped on exposed tree roots and even the dried vegetation, which was abundant, tortured him. Even so, he ventured on and after several hours he found himself half-way up one of those peaks and this vantage point allowed him a view to the other side of this fertile island. He could see that that the beach on the other side was grey and volcanic; the waves swept onto the blackish sands unhindered, there was no reef apparent there. Having got to this position he wondered why he had gone to the trouble; he felt lost and doomed to eventual starvation. He was sure there were no inhabitants of this island, as appealingly fertile as it seemed.
He started back on the track he thought he had previously traversed; after a while he became disorientated – he did not recognise where he was though it was evident that where he trod others had been before. He was quickly descending into a state of mild delirium as he padded down a trail which he was patently sure his feet had not witnessed before. He suddenly viewed an idyllic vision; he espied a succulent waterfall descending gracefully into a huge rocky pool. Within it frolicked several naked females, each one lithe and graceful and with a soft olive complexion. He staggered forward in a state of exhaustion, he had lost all command of sensibility and was drawn toward the vision before him; he tripped and the last thing he remembered was the sight of the pool of water rushing toward him as he fell headlong toward it.
He awoke to find himself suspended and trussed beneath a pole, carried by four of the females he had witnessed in what he had believed to have been a dream brought on by exhaustion. The bindings were real enough; he could not move, though the sweet legs and buttocks he viewed might well be the figment of his imagination; they were delectable. He was lain down on occasion as the women rested their arms and legs; though very athletic in appearance they were very feminine indeed; not like the fat and flabby whores he had paid money to on returning to Portsmouth and London. Though bound and a little terrified of what their menfolk would have in store for him he could not control the blood pressure to his nether regions as they squatted next to him, their pretty faces with deep brown eyes smiling at him whilst displaying beautifully proportioned glossy tender thighs and pert breasts; nipples erect with excitement. He struggled in vain against the bindings as one of them undid his breeches and played with his manhood making him hopelessly erect. The women giggled then the four picked him up again, leaving his cock dangling on display as they took him on to his uncertain fate.
They travelled through many lush groves until they arrived at a clearing in one of the many valleys. There were several palm-roofed huts next to the wall of one of the volcanic peaks down which a small cataract fell, providing fresh water. He would have placed himself under that fall and drunk till fit to burst if he were not bound. He was taken to a central point ant the pole was placed on a stand, leaving him hanging there. He had a good view from where he was of an animal’s carcass gently roasting over a fire; it was suspended from a remarkably similar arrangement to that he found himself confined to. A great sense of fear crept over him. The women rubbed his cheeks and felt the hairiness of his chest. More women appeared, laughing and giggling; they squeezed his balls making him squirm in the bindings. His throat was as dry as a bone and he almost wished that a warrior would arrive and despatch him cleanly.
He got used to the teasing women and just waited patiently for the end, however that may be. Then he noticed a particularly beautiful woman of about thirty; she was an absolute picture. She smiled wickedly at him; her pretty face with sharp features, hair tied back which reached her waist. She was splendidly formed and tall; about 5’9”. She had a firm and seductively rounded bottom which displayed a delicate tattoo which followed the superb curves of her cheeks. Her firm and large breasts glistened in the sunlight. She carried a small curved club and her waist-band carried a whip-like implement and a wooden dagger-like weapon edged with vicious looking sharks teeth. She squeezed and toyed with the club as she looked at him. He coughed and glanced toward the cataract and she put her hand forward and softly touched his lips. He watched her delicate bottom and legs skip over to the waterfall and return with a gourd full of water.
The other women were still prodding him and her complexion changed; she raised her club and the women shrank back; some cowering on their knees with their heads to the ground. She put the club in her waist-band, eased his head to one side and poured the sweet fresh water into his mouth; he spluttered and coughed as he gulped down the water which also bathed his face. She then wiped his lips with her delicate fingers then touched his nose with hers. This act made the other women chatter amongst themselves, but they fell into silence, and uniformly knelt when she turned her head toward them. She smiled at him then gently grabbed his manhood; he looked at the sharks tooth dagger and feared the worst, but she just smiled sweetly at him and lifted her head back in a dominant pose and caressed his member up and down. His cock was rock hard as he looked at the superb female as she worked him expertly and relentlessly to the inevitable.
He was surrounded by a feast of delectable women; each of whom he would have welcomed to his bed; they were all smiling at him awaiting his display. The beauty increased her pace and started to make a sweet humming noise; the women joined in with the ritual. This strangely erotic situation was too much to bear for any length of time; she knew this and opened her mouth in a broad smile of expectation as he felt a strange enjoyment at being bound and controlled by a woman for the first time. He convulsed in the now luxury of the bindings and moaned in ecstasy as the dusky beauty started to make him spend. Some of the kneeling women put their hands forward to catch his warm seed as she made him deliver spurt after spurt whilst she watched the pleasure in his face. The strange humming of the women rose to a cacophony as he writhed in his heavenly bondage and gave his all in their honour. His orgasm seemed to last forever as her hand would allow him no short measures.
The women tasted his cream as he hung there, used by the women. He now almost wished the beauty would take his life as well. Instead he felt the pole being lifted then he was placed on the ground his hands were bound behind his back and a collar and leash fashioned from leather were fitted to him his clothes were torn from him before he was released from the pole. The beautiful olive skinned amazon had him kneel naked before her. She pulled his face into her crotch and the women warbled out a strange cry in unison. He took in her sweet scent for the first time, and his spent member was already beginning to inflate in the hope of an encore. She pulled him up by the leash and led him to one of the huts. It seemed she was to be his mistress.
The four younger girls who had brought him to her were also invited in. The other women stared jealously at them as he was led by his leash to the hut; the women stroked his balls as he went by, as though this would bring them good fortune or something. He could not understand it; all of these women, young and old were so sensual and physically attractive – where were the males? He’d thought they’d be hanging around like wasps around a jam pot. The thought soon left him as he entered the hut and was made to kneel before her once more. The four younger women who were all around 18 and 20 all knelt in close proximity. Being bound and collared whilst in the company of women who would have just what they wanted, was a new experience for him and one which he was beginning to enjoy immensely. This feeling was accentuated greatly when they cupped his balls and stroked his cock which remained at their complete mercy. The young girls toyed with themselves also; the delicate scent of their arousal rendered his cock as stiff as it had been when he had been pleasured.
The sensuous and dominant amazon brought platters of fresh exotic fruits to the fore, and the girls giggled as they fed him with the various delicacies; the juice from them ran down his chin and dripped on his erect member. One of the girls bowed to the Mistress and was given a nod. She then bowed down in front of him her knees tucked under her, allowing him a view down her silky olive back to a perfectly heart shaped bottom which she poked provocatively skyward she looked up at him smiling sweetly, her nose just before his engorged and juice covered member. Still looking up at him, she moved gently forward licked her luscious lips and slowly and methodically took his bulging cock into the soft wet warmth of her mouth. As she sucked the juices from his cock the other girls stroked his hair and his cheeks as the delightful sensation made his body spasm. She teased her lips and tongue back and forth, looking up at him, opening and closing her eyes as she thoroughly enjoyed teasing his cock to the limit. When he started to pulse she slid back sweetly, denying him the orgasm he yearned for. She licked the very end of his cock as she withdrew, enjoying the taste of his pre-ejaculatory lubricant. The girls giggled softly at his denial. They knew they would all have their pleasure of him before they left the hut.
Two of the girls pushed him down as the tormentor of his cock lay back with her head in the lap of the amazon. She splayed her legs and the two girls pushed his head down to her sex whilst the third simply watched. He bent down and his cock bounced of the soft green bedding as he tasted a Polynesian woman for the first time. She pulled his head into her, so eager was she to have her pleasure. Her juices flowed as hi stroked and caressed the length of her womanhood, up to her little clitoris. Within no time at all she moaned and tensed her lithe legs as his tongue brought her home. The three others followed in succession and he was glad he did not know their language as his tongue would not be much use for speaking with by the time the amazon, who waited patiently, had had her fill.
His tattooed Mistress pushed him to his back, as the others watched. He was a little uncomfortable with his hands behind his back, but this was soon forgotten as that delectable arse descended on his face. The younger girls had smelled sweetly but her scent was intoxicating; he wanted to breathe in nothing else after sampling her feminine aromas. She rocked on his face and slid to her pleasure on his mouth and chin; his nose was treated to the soft tang of her rear as it popped back and forth into the soft dimple of her anus. She was ensuring he knew the full range of scents of his new Mistress. She teased his cock as she splayed and moaned with pleasure; he licked and lapped as best he could as she tensed and nearly suffocated him with her juicy sex. She had enjoyed him very much. She giggled and squatted with his nose in her rear; he struggled a little to gain his breath as once again her soft sweet hand stroked his raging cock to oblivion. He bucked and spurted and the girls giggled with appreciation as he made his little fountain for them. He gasped with pleasure and exhaustion. The beauty alighted from her steed and pulled his leash over to a soft pile of woven leaves and she tied his leash to one of the many poles by the wall of the hut. She rubbed his face with hers and he instinctively kissed her. She looked at him wide eyed and returned the favour, the way a three year old kisses a toy. They smiled at each other, she wrapped her legs about him and he fell into a deep and welcoming sleep.
He awoke with a start in the dim light of dawn; the women still slept, their rhythmic breathing betraying the depth of their slumber. He cautiously squeezed his bound wrists under his backside; it was tight, but there was enough give to allow him to get his hands behind his thighs. Despite an unfortunate attack of cramp, he managed to work his feet through and now had his hands to the front. He released the tether from his neck. One of the woman let out a large sigh, unnerving him somewhat; he stood statuesque for a moment as the woman rolled to her side and continued to dream. He carefully picked his way to the entrance and peeped outside. Mist swirled through shafts of brilliant sunshine as the dew dripped from the edge of the hut and the green abundant foliage. There was no-one in sight so he padded carefully to the waterfall and plunged his head into the flow. The coldness of the water came as a shock to him; he shook the droplets from his hair and realised he must make a decision and fast. Where was he to go? He took a path which went further up the valley and followed this on a mild ascent for half a mile or so. He then detoured from the path on finding a rocky plateau. Here he paused for a while to work his bindings against a ridge of exposed rock. After much work and the loss of some skin, he managed to free himself and sat on a rocky outcrop overlooking the valley. He was free for the moment, but what was to become of him?
He skirted the outcrop and found fruit he’d recognised from the day before, hanging plentifully from within the lush vegetation. Though still very early in the morning, the sweat began to drip from his body. He found a convenient pathway up the rocks, like a stone stairway; beyond this a small fall dropped into a pool worn into the rock. He climbed past the fall and found he could see down to the habitation he had escaped from at this point, he could also see the ocean on both sides at this narrow point. His eyes scanned the horizons, looking for sails or smoke; nothing but blue ocean registered. He also noted that the rock face behind him was adorned with carvings, which judging by the lichens and moss that decorated them, had been there some considerable time. He gorged on the fruit till his appetite was sated then rested as the temperature and humidity increased. He looked down to the habitation and awaited the inevitable hubbub which would occur when his loss was discovered.
The early mist evaporated rapidly, and he was almost asleep once more when he heard the shrill calls of the women. He looked down and could just make out the brown figures darting between the huts and the gaps in the vegetation. Then several of them started to climb the ascending path. He thought about leaving his position and venturing further into the interior, but considered this too risky; just what or who lurked within the island might bring death or injury. Though the women had trussed him up, they had not harmed him –yet. This resolved the dilemma for him, though it left him uneasy; where were the males? They may not be so accommodating. He stepped down from his perch and went around to a spot where he could see the pathway from whence he had detoured.
It was not long before the lithe and athletic females appeared and passed the spot where he had found refuge; he was almost disappointed with their not realising the mistake. They were soon back though. The superb woman who was dominant over the others was the first to creep through to the outcrop she carried a lengthy spear which she beckoned to the others with. He could not help but be aroused by her beauty and the memory of his previous encounter with her. He almost wanted to be captured. What he could not understand was her look of trepidation as she ventured across the plateau; the women knew he was unarmed and was certainly no dangerous animal, yet they looked really fearful. He peeped round from his vantage point, smiled at the gorgeous huntress, and then retreated back up the stone steps. He stood awaiting their approach near the pool. The women, three of them, turned the corner and dropped their weapons. Only his beautiful tattooed mistress ventured any closer and she fell to her knees with a look of abject horror in her eyes. The two other women cowered together behind her and would not even look in his direction.
He sat on the rocks in wonderment. It was as though some invisible force would not allow his beautiful tormentors to come any closer. The delectable female wrung her hands and looked at him with tears running down her face; she was petrified. This hurt him more than anything else he had sustained since being cast into the ocean. He was compelled to come to her and offer her comfort, as he stood he turned in gaining his footing. The sun was now beaming down on the rocks behind him, and he realised the carvings were everywhere around the pool. It dawned on him that this must be a sacred place. He walked over to her, pulled her up and walked her back round the corner with her friends; she clung to him like a small terrified child and sobbed. The other women huddled around and held them both. He could not help but enjoy the warmth of their soft bodies, and he kissed the tears from her cheeks. She looked at him and smiled, rubbed his nose with hers and then he kissed her on the lips once more. She pulled herself close to him and he found he had an erection yet again. She wiggled her belly against it and nibbled his ears. The other women had now regained their senses and giggled at his obvious arousal as the two broke and she squeezed his manhood as they parted. He held her hand as the women retrieved their weapons, and looked back over her shoulder.
“Tabu.” She said softly as she squeezed his hand tightly. They walked to the clearing and were about to descend the path when the leading girl turned and shouted in her direction.
“Tehuni!” She let go of his hand and ran to the path. The girl pointed downwards toward the ocean. There in the lagoon were several outriggers. She turned to him and pushed him back. It was evident she did not want whoever was in the outriggers to see him. He kissed her and looked her in the eye.
“Tehuni?” She smiled and squeezed him.
“Tehuni.” She said and nodded. Then she was away down the path with the other two.
He returned to the ‘tabu’ place which held no fear for him of course, but now offered a great sense of security. He trusted that the custom was universal amongst the population and this offered him peace of mind. He resolved to make some sort of makeshift camp at the spot; he could visit to the habitation at will, knowing he had a place to return to where he would be left alone. He found a suitable overhang by the pool and fashioned a lean-to of tree limbs and vegetation which he used for roofing. He found there were several pools in the nooks around the outcrop. One was thick with a pure white mineral which stuck to his hands and feet like a thick emulsion. He daubed this on the darker foliage of his rudimentary roof to reflect the hot sunshine. After several hours he decided he would venture down closer to the huts to see what was happening. He would be careful not to let anyone see him.
He descended by the path until he was about halfway there, then he dodged into the trees and followed the route under cover. He could see lots of voluptuous women with their arms painted with red markings; these must have been the visitors. Again there were no menfolk in evidence. He could see whom he assumed was the leader of the women talking to Tehuni; the women seemed very distressed. They were agitated and regularly pointed in a direction up the coast. Then as quickly as they had arrived, the women took the path to the shore, somewhat hastily, waving their goodbyes as they went. He watched Tehuni as she spoke with her colleagues and then she made for the ascending path once more. He stepped out to greet her and she rushed to meet him. She looked at him warmly and took his hand, leading him back to her hut.
She pulled him to the bedding area and had him kneel as she caressed him, and rubbed her body up against his. She pushed him back and made sure his member was good and ready, by working him back and forth. She leaned over him and he licked her pert nipples as she positioned herself. She giggled and straddled him, then eased herself onto his willing cock. He gasped with pleasure as he slipped into her tight, moist, wetness. She moaned as she rocked back and forth, riding herself to ecstasy on his rigid cock. She started to whimper and he could hold back no longer; he looked up at the beautiful brown woman as she closed her eyes, and he bucked and grunted as he ejaculated. She moaned with pleasure and ground back down on him, achieving maximum stimulation as the pleasure of a satisfying orgasm washed over her. She collapsed on him and they cuddled for about 15 minutes before she led him out of the hut to the waterfall. Other women outside smiled knowingly at the two, though they were busy arranging various chattels on poles, as though they were about to leave. They washed in the cool water and then she led him back to the hut where she also retrieved items which may have been regarded as valuables, as well as her weapons.
She and all the other women took the belongings on poles down a path and then off into the dense vegetation. There under a large outcrop, they rested their belongings and covered them with foliage. Tehuni gave him one of her spears and with around ten other women they set off in a direction parallel to the shore. The other women remained to watch over the habitation.
He watched their sweet bottoms in front of him as the women led the way through the hot sticky landscape after they had reached the end of the beaten track. They were very cautious now, as it seemed that this was not territory they were comfortable in; it must be that of another tribe. After several hours it grew dark and they found a depression in the undergrowth behind a rocky escarpment where it would be safe to light fires unseen by others. They made themselves comfortable and some of the women gathered various fruits, some of which were crushed and the juice collected in gourds. He seemed to be in the centre of the throng and the women eyed him sweetly and whispered to Tehuni. She grinned and they offered him juice from their gourds which he willingly accepted. The women surrounded him, giggling and chattering to each other. Before he knew it he was being held down by them; a woman at each arm and leg, and his balls and cock were being caressed and stimulated by one of them. Another held his head by his hair. Then the first of many women who would have their pleasure of him approached in the light of the fire; the flickering flames flashed across her nubile brown body.
She straddled his face and slowly descended. He took in her rich scent and tasted her moist womanhood. He was their captive once again and he was enjoying it to the full. Six of the woman had their pleasure of him this way; he had watched helpless as their beautiful brown orbs smothered his face, and each woman had her own distinctive and succulent aroma and taste. His cock was toyed with to the limit on several occasions, to be denied before he reached the point of no return. Now the women he had pleasured all knelt about him smiling down. Tehuni towered above him then squatted, taking charge of his cock. The women smiled down and caressed him all over as he lay pinioned. Tehuni worked his cock and he gave himself up to them very rapidly. They smiled with satisfaction as he gratefully spurted his hot sticky mess for the second time that day. He was in heaven as he lay there, bound by the women’s bodies, arching his back as best he could as he enjoyed their attentions to his captive orgasm.
The women patted and kissed him as they released his spent body. Tehuni cuddled up to him in the warmth of the fires and he found six or seven other arms about him as he drifted off to sleep.
When morning came, they travelled onward. The mist made them shiver a little, but was soon burnt off by the relentless sun. They reached an impassable rock face and were forced to come out to the beach; the only way round was via the sea. They padded cautiously across the hot sand and paddled knee deep in water, slowly round the promontory. As they reached the apex, they espied a thin plume of smoke rising from the shore about a mile off. They proceeded with utmost caution in order that they were not seen. He had wondered what the women in the outriggers had looked so distressed about, and knew he was about to learn why.
They virtually crawled through the shallow water and up the beach to the cover of the undergrowth once more. With great trepidation the party pushed on through the dense groves until they heard voices. There in a clearing, they saw yet more females, these adorned with yellow painted markings upon their scantily clad bodies. They were feasting on meat which they had evidently cooked on the fire seen from far off. There on the floor were several other women, trussed and gagged like animals. They were evidently members of the red painted tribe who had visited the habitation. As the party crawled forward to further their reconnaissance, they reached a pit from which a grisly sight met their eyes. The pit was lined with bones and skulls which could only be human. The meat which the women feasted on could only be that from a previously trussed female.
Though he could not understand what Tehuni and the other women whispered to each other, it was apparent that they could not attack the yellow tribe. They lay low and awaited the coming night. As darkness fell he watched as Tehuni and three other women edged, step by step like a praying mantis, toward the trussed women. At one point, a twig under one of the women’s feet snapped with what sounded to them like a minor explosion in the silence; they froze as a couple of the yellow women turned and muttered in their slumber. Eventually they reached the captives and carefully unbound them. Tehuni gestured to him and the others, as they continued on down to the beach; he drew back with the other women and they doubled back round to the beach where Tehuni had gone. There were a good fifteen outriggers up on the beach; the paddles to propel them conveniently stuck in the sand. They slowly dragged three of them down to the water across the moonlit sand. They intended to pull all of the outriggers into the water to allow them to drift, and had collected all the available paddles to hinder their pursuit when a wailing voice was heard from the Yellow painted women’s camp.
He and the women hurriedly embarked upon the three outriggers and paddled for all they were worth into the inky blue lagoon. They were no more than around one hundred yards out when torches illuminated the beach they had left from; several spears pierced the water like arrows as they paddled for their lives. Many of the lithe and athletic women ran down the beach parallel to the outriggers when they realised the paddles had been stolen. The whole situation to him was as though he were locked in some dream-come-nightmare; he had been captured and abused by beautiful females, befriended by beautiful females, and now he was pursued by yet more beautiful females. The women on the beach stretched and flexed their delectable brown bodies which shimmered in the moonlight as they threw various objects from the beach. It was with relief that they reached the promontory, and saw the progress of the women on the beach hindered as they were forced to splash into the water. The outriggers disappeared from the view of the pursuers as they moved swiftly round to the other side.
When they reached the beach nearest the habitation, they all lifted the outriggers, one by one, across the beach and deep into the undergrowth. They then worked backwards across the beach, removing their footsteps using large palm leaves to shuffle the sand disguising their steps. They regrouped with the other women at the habitation, and fed and tended themselves and especially the women who’d been bound. They then moved up the path past where he had made his encampment in the rock face. They watched the lagoon from their vantage point for two days, but no-one came. On the third day the women picked up their things as the evening wore on and descended the path. He was reluctant to do so, and tugged at Tehuni in an effort to get her to stay a little longer. Having seen what the yellow tribe were capable of, he was not keen to see anyone else eaten. Tehuni kissed him and rubbed her body against his. It was apparent she was more than ready to be intimate with him once more, and no doubt sought the privacy of her hut. She pulled him along and the feeling in his loins swayed the decision.
They cuddle together in the confines of her hut after washing themselves in the waterfall. She wrapped herself about him and climbed on top after he had excited her body with his tongue. He slipped into her as she straddled him and they caressed each other to satisfaction before falling into a deep sleep. The next day came and went uneventfully; the habitation was left unmolested and a sense of security returned to the inhabitants. They slept again. Something woke him during the night, as he rose to his feet, something cracked the back of his head; everything went black.
His eyes opened into bright sunlight; his head aching slightly and the smell of smoke in his nostrils. He struggled to move his arms and legs and realised he was captive again. He was lashed naked to a pole in the centre of the clearing. The women in yellow were all around him and grinned when they saw he was conscious again he craned his neck looking for Tehuni; he could see some of the women trussed and gagged on the ground. The throng of yellow women moved to one side as their equivalent of Tehuni moved up to him; she was also strikingly beautiful. Her nipples erected almost instantly as she viewed his cock, which was rousing automatically; he could not help himself. The grinning women drew closer as she played with his manhood and looked at him with a leering smile. Her musky feminine scent did not help his situation; his cock grew stiff, much to the delight of the women. As the beauty toyed with him, he heard the pitiful cry of one of the trussed women; one of the yellow tribe appeared holding a fearful ironwood club; it was splattered with blood. The others rubbed their bellies and pointed to the fire. It seemed they had chosen and dispatched their first victim, and would now prepare their feast. He just wished he could see Tehuni.
The women now gave him their full attention. He was almost certain of one thing; the novelty of what was between his legs would mean they were unlikely to feast on him. They teased his rigid member and giggled as they sniffed their fingers; the scent of his masculinity arousing them. Once again he found himself surrounded by women who were all physically very attractive, and their leader had him under her control. She toyed with him until the inevitable happened; the women shrieked with delight as he spent, spattering their leaders legs. His enjoyment was not quite as it had been for Tehuni; he could only think of her and was intensely fearful for her well-being. His member flaccid, the majority of the women moved away, and the smoke suddenly blew in the opposite direction, allowing him a view further across the clearing. There, strapped to a post with two other women was Tehuni; she caught sight of him and smiled weakly, then dropped her head.
He was watching the situation intently; the Mistress of the yellow tribe came to him frequently, stroking and caressing him whenever she did. It was on such an occasion when he saw two of their number come running down from the ascending path. They had a look of terror on their faces and pointed up to where the rocky outcrop was. They babbled to the Mistress who also looked worried at their information. He was sure he heard the term ‘tabu’ in their hurried language. He had to get free somehow. As the woman came close again he kissed and licked her face; she looked at him with curiosity when he did so, then squeezed up to him and licked him also, smiling. He needed to gain her affection and this seemed to be working.
As the darkness fell the women danced around the fire, having had their fill of meat. She came to him again, with two other women carrying spears. She smiled at him and started to untie his bonds whilst the two pointed their spears menacingly at him. When he was free, she led him to the hut and the two armed women sat just inside the entrance and watched as she lay down with him. As attractive a woman as she was, he found it difficult staying aroused as he serviced the grateful mistress; he could only think of the one woman he truly wanted to be with, whose life was in imminent danger. His new mistress moaned with pleasure and wrapped her legs round his torso as she reached her Shangri-las; her squeezing and moaning along with her musky sent was just enough to bring him off too. He bucked and spurted into her; she smiled up at him with satisfaction as she felt his warmth inside her. He dropped down beside her and pulled her close, caressing her arms and hair; he had to get her to go to sleep whilst he remained unbound. A light rain began to fall and the drips fell through the roofing. She saw the droplets and was obviously in no mood to leave the hut whilst it rained. She closed her eyes.
It must have been a good hour later before he dare move. His mistress slept soundly and he could see the two guards were also sleeping. He crept out of the hut without disturbing anyone. The full moon broke momentarily from behind the rain giving cloud, illuminating the scene, before hiding back behind the clouds once more. He could see the fire was still burning and two or three of the yellow tribe were still awake and talking. How was he to save his Tehuni? As he pondered the situation there was a loud cry; one of the yellow women about two hundred yards off had seen him.
He had no option but to flee. He ran as hard as he could up the ascending path, looking back occasionally to see his pursuers; the fit women were gaining on him. He ran, panting in the gloom, through the entrance to the outcrop. They were close to him now and there were about six of them; as he dodged around the rocks and up the rocky steps by the pool, he expected them to stop. They did not; they must have been unaware of the tabu. He felt doomed as he lumbered around the pools in the dark and fell headlong into the one which contained the white mineral; they would be upon him any moment now. He lifted himself out, covered from head to toe in the white substance. As he did so, the full moon beamed out from beyond the clouds. The women froze as they witnessed the carvings and symbols in the eerie rock face for the first time; they were then confronted with a pure white figure which loomed, seemingly out of the rock itself. Two of the women jumped to oblivion over the precipice; the rest fled, dropping their weapons and falling over each other in their bid to escape as the thing walked slowly in their direction.
He watched as the women raced down the path screaming. He maintained a slow trot down the hill with his arms outstretched to maximise the effect; he would ensure they all got a good view of him at a distance, and had plenty of time to escape. As he approached the habitation, none of the yellow painted women remained; he could hear their frantic shrieks as they hastily boarded their outriggers and departed. The trussed women screamed as he approached. He rolled in the wet grass to remove as much of the whitener as he could, and the women calmed down. He raced over to Tehuni and released her and the other two at the post. She wiped the white substance from his mouth and kissed him. He braved the icy cold waterfall and washed himself down, then led Tehuni to the hut. They held each other close throughout the night.
A good week later they were fishing with three-point spears down by the lagoon when he saw the sails of a tall ship passing close by. His instinct told him to jump up and down and scream at the top of his voice, but he turned to see Tehuni who had a tear running down her cheek. He glanced again at the ship, and back at Tehuni. He took her hand and led her back into the cover of the trees where they would not be seen; he would be hers forever.
"Hope them's back soon; don't like a look o' that shite yonder" said Bundy the first mate, pointing to a dark and menacing sky in the distance which was fast encroaching upon the bright blue within the sunlight above. The captain, Nathanial Gray, who made up the total six man crew, toked on his pipe as he too eyed the approaching storm from the binnacle he sat on.
"Yes, we'd best be away from this reef when that blows in; I baint in any mind to spend the next six month or so on that flea bitten island." The two older men made him shiver a little with their talk, despite the tropical heat and the increasing humidity that the fast approaching squall was creating. He was eased somewhat as he saw the white bow-wave in the distance as the skiff was hastily rowed back, aided by its small sail which was catching the breeze.
Bartlett, Johnson and the Hand, Jonah Travis, hurriedly thrust the sacks of copra from the skiff as they eyed the blackening sky about them. They clambered aboard and the sails of 'Carolina May' were unfurled as Travis walked the skiff round to the stern and made her fast. The brown and white sails billowed and went taught as the increasing breeze was captured by them making the wooden vessel creak as it lurched into almost instantaneous motion. The once calm sea was becoming increasingly choppy as the small schooner picked up a pace and moved further away from the reef to the comparative safety of the open ocean. Frigate birds wheeled eerily above them in front of the storm like huge black bats.
For an hour or so the schooner made good progress, keeping just ahead of the storm which seemed to hold back and be content to blow them in a southerly direction, the twin masts almost bending with the constant wind which inflated the sails; the bow of the graceful boat buffeting through the growing swell. The men slid about in the spray as the sky above them darkened, and the wind and waves grew stronger. To add to their misery, the heavens opened, and thunder and lightning deafened and blinded them as they fought with the rigging and steering. It was about two hours from the time when they had left the atoll when it happened; there was a huge crack and the schooner suddenly slewed sideways; the steering had gone! Bundy was thrown over the side and disappeared into the maelstrom; the ship went broadside against the waves. The others froze as a mountainous wall of water loomed over them. The next thing he knew he was twisting and turning like a rag doll underwater; objects hit his arms, legs and head as he swirled in the salty turbulence, something rammed his chest and he grabbed it instinctively. His heart was fit to burst as he broke the surface once more and spewed the water from his throat and lungs. There was nothing but ocean. The only thing from the ‘Carolina May’ that remained was the split section of bowsprit boom which was keeping him afloat and a thousand heads of copra bobbing like apples in a barrel. He clung to the wooden remnant for dear life, as he rose and fell in the enormous troughs.
He fought to stay conscious for the next hour or so, and as he rose high on one wave, a flash of lightning illuminated an island not far off. If only he could make it there. It must have been another two hours before the storm passed, and he was drifting in and out of consciousness under the returning hot sun when the sound of breakers crashing alerted his numbed senses. He strained to lift his head as far above the still turbulent sea as he could and saw the white foam about three hundred yards off, and beyond that a small island with tall rocky outcrops, the shoreline festooned with palms, about another five hundred yards beyond the foam. If he could traverse the reef safely he would reach the island; an island he would have viewed with some hostility and trepidation just the day before, but one which looked very inviting to him now.
He hauled his entire body up upon the length of wood which had been his saviour. Some rigging, a portion of sail and attached wooden debris, did just enough to act as an impromptu outrigger; stopping the main body which supported him from rolling. He braced himself as the crashing grew louder; each surge of the tide rushed him ever closer to the possibility of being shredded on the sharp coral reef, or the luxury of the soft beach which lay somewhere beyond it.
The initial wave carrying him to his uncertain destiny dropped his makeshift vessel short and he was thrust forward agonisingly as the mast end shunted the wall of coral. He gripped the wood as best he could, avoiding the temptation to wrap his arms underneath it. Thankfully, the next swell consisted of a much larger volume of water, and he was that much closer; it picked him up and he surged through the crashing foam and spray. As the wave flattened out in its dispersal he felt the vibration as the mast bottomed out occasionally on spikes of coral; then the next wave overtook him and upended him – he was flung forward headlong and curled himself into a ball awaiting the impact against the sharp and menacing reef. He hung suspended in the water and slowly opened his eyes; the foam swirled above him and the crashing rang in his ears, but he just lolled back and forth in near still water – he had cleared the reef.
He surfaced in the swirling foam and spied the mast close by. He swam to it and wrapped his arms gratefully about it and caught his breath. He was close to exhaustion. He seemed to float in circles within the lagoon; the beach was within his grasp now, but frustratingly far off given his present feeble condition; he could not risk abandoning his flotation aid, so he paddled slowly toward his goal. It was another good twenty minutes before he could drop through the water and bounce his feet on the sandy bottom; a feeling which he appreciated immensely – he had not drowned.
As he grew closer to the white sandy beach, shoulder deep in the water, he was gripped by another fear. He was well aware of the numerous tribes that frequented these islands; some of whom practised cannibalism. Even those considered 'friendly' had some strange ways, and it was not known if their humility would prevail when encountering a European in a situation such as he now found himself in. He looked about from where he was, up and down the beach for signs of life before wading ashore with the life-saving debris in tow; he would hide the flotsam in the undergrowth to ensure his arrival was not announced to all and sundry.
Despite his fear, he could not help but smile with relief as his feet ploughed through the hot white sand. He quickly hid himself amongst the palms and marvelled at the imposing peaks which frequented the landscape. The circumstances of his good fortune suddenly dawned upon him and he thought of the recent acquaintances he had enjoyed upon the ‘Carolina May’; any sense of euphoria quickly drained from him. He had a solemn moment and remembered those whom he surmised had not been so fortunate. The moment was short lived however; he had survived and he would carry the spirit of his lost associates with him as he strived to reach civilisation, as he knew it, to tell their story. He took a last longing look at the blue sea which now looked so inviting and stepped toward the interior.
His bare feet found it hard going in places as he slipped on exposed tree roots and even the dried vegetation, which was abundant, tortured him. Even so, he ventured on and after several hours he found himself half-way up one of those peaks and this vantage point allowed him a view to the other side of this fertile island. He could see that that the beach on the other side was grey and volcanic; the waves swept onto the blackish sands unhindered, there was no reef apparent there. Having got to this position he wondered why he had gone to the trouble; he felt lost and doomed to eventual starvation. He was sure there were no inhabitants of this island, as appealingly fertile as it seemed.
He started back on the track he thought he had previously traversed; after a while he became disorientated – he did not recognise where he was though it was evident that where he trod others had been before. He was quickly descending into a state of mild delirium as he padded down a trail which he was patently sure his feet had not witnessed before. He suddenly viewed an idyllic vision; he espied a succulent waterfall descending gracefully into a huge rocky pool. Within it frolicked several naked females, each one lithe and graceful and with a soft olive complexion. He staggered forward in a state of exhaustion, he had lost all command of sensibility and was drawn toward the vision before him; he tripped and the last thing he remembered was the sight of the pool of water rushing toward him as he fell headlong toward it.
He awoke to find himself suspended and trussed beneath a pole, carried by four of the females he had witnessed in what he had believed to have been a dream brought on by exhaustion. The bindings were real enough; he could not move, though the sweet legs and buttocks he viewed might well be the figment of his imagination; they were delectable. He was lain down on occasion as the women rested their arms and legs; though very athletic in appearance they were very feminine indeed; not like the fat and flabby whores he had paid money to on returning to Portsmouth and London. Though bound and a little terrified of what their menfolk would have in store for him he could not control the blood pressure to his nether regions as they squatted next to him, their pretty faces with deep brown eyes smiling at him whilst displaying beautifully proportioned glossy tender thighs and pert breasts; nipples erect with excitement. He struggled in vain against the bindings as one of them undid his breeches and played with his manhood making him hopelessly erect. The women giggled then the four picked him up again, leaving his cock dangling on display as they took him on to his uncertain fate.
They travelled through many lush groves until they arrived at a clearing in one of the many valleys. There were several palm-roofed huts next to the wall of one of the volcanic peaks down which a small cataract fell, providing fresh water. He would have placed himself under that fall and drunk till fit to burst if he were not bound. He was taken to a central point ant the pole was placed on a stand, leaving him hanging there. He had a good view from where he was of an animal’s carcass gently roasting over a fire; it was suspended from a remarkably similar arrangement to that he found himself confined to. A great sense of fear crept over him. The women rubbed his cheeks and felt the hairiness of his chest. More women appeared, laughing and giggling; they squeezed his balls making him squirm in the bindings. His throat was as dry as a bone and he almost wished that a warrior would arrive and despatch him cleanly.
He got used to the teasing women and just waited patiently for the end, however that may be. Then he noticed a particularly beautiful woman of about thirty; she was an absolute picture. She smiled wickedly at him; her pretty face with sharp features, hair tied back which reached her waist. She was splendidly formed and tall; about 5’9”. She had a firm and seductively rounded bottom which displayed a delicate tattoo which followed the superb curves of her cheeks. Her firm and large breasts glistened in the sunlight. She carried a small curved club and her waist-band carried a whip-like implement and a wooden dagger-like weapon edged with vicious looking sharks teeth. She squeezed and toyed with the club as she looked at him. He coughed and glanced toward the cataract and she put her hand forward and softly touched his lips. He watched her delicate bottom and legs skip over to the waterfall and return with a gourd full of water.
The other women were still prodding him and her complexion changed; she raised her club and the women shrank back; some cowering on their knees with their heads to the ground. She put the club in her waist-band, eased his head to one side and poured the sweet fresh water into his mouth; he spluttered and coughed as he gulped down the water which also bathed his face. She then wiped his lips with her delicate fingers then touched his nose with hers. This act made the other women chatter amongst themselves, but they fell into silence, and uniformly knelt when she turned her head toward them. She smiled at him then gently grabbed his manhood; he looked at the sharks tooth dagger and feared the worst, but she just smiled sweetly at him and lifted her head back in a dominant pose and caressed his member up and down. His cock was rock hard as he looked at the superb female as she worked him expertly and relentlessly to the inevitable.
He was surrounded by a feast of delectable women; each of whom he would have welcomed to his bed; they were all smiling at him awaiting his display. The beauty increased her pace and started to make a sweet humming noise; the women joined in with the ritual. This strangely erotic situation was too much to bear for any length of time; she knew this and opened her mouth in a broad smile of expectation as he felt a strange enjoyment at being bound and controlled by a woman for the first time. He convulsed in the now luxury of the bindings and moaned in ecstasy as the dusky beauty started to make him spend. Some of the kneeling women put their hands forward to catch his warm seed as she made him deliver spurt after spurt whilst she watched the pleasure in his face. The strange humming of the women rose to a cacophony as he writhed in his heavenly bondage and gave his all in their honour. His orgasm seemed to last forever as her hand would allow him no short measures.
The women tasted his cream as he hung there, used by the women. He now almost wished the beauty would take his life as well. Instead he felt the pole being lifted then he was placed on the ground his hands were bound behind his back and a collar and leash fashioned from leather were fitted to him his clothes were torn from him before he was released from the pole. The beautiful olive skinned amazon had him kneel naked before her. She pulled his face into her crotch and the women warbled out a strange cry in unison. He took in her sweet scent for the first time, and his spent member was already beginning to inflate in the hope of an encore. She pulled him up by the leash and led him to one of the huts. It seemed she was to be his mistress.
The four younger girls who had brought him to her were also invited in. The other women stared jealously at them as he was led by his leash to the hut; the women stroked his balls as he went by, as though this would bring them good fortune or something. He could not understand it; all of these women, young and old were so sensual and physically attractive – where were the males? He’d thought they’d be hanging around like wasps around a jam pot. The thought soon left him as he entered the hut and was made to kneel before her once more. The four younger women who were all around 18 and 20 all knelt in close proximity. Being bound and collared whilst in the company of women who would have just what they wanted, was a new experience for him and one which he was beginning to enjoy immensely. This feeling was accentuated greatly when they cupped his balls and stroked his cock which remained at their complete mercy. The young girls toyed with themselves also; the delicate scent of their arousal rendered his cock as stiff as it had been when he had been pleasured.
The sensuous and dominant amazon brought platters of fresh exotic fruits to the fore, and the girls giggled as they fed him with the various delicacies; the juice from them ran down his chin and dripped on his erect member. One of the girls bowed to the Mistress and was given a nod. She then bowed down in front of him her knees tucked under her, allowing him a view down her silky olive back to a perfectly heart shaped bottom which she poked provocatively skyward she looked up at him smiling sweetly, her nose just before his engorged and juice covered member. Still looking up at him, she moved gently forward licked her luscious lips and slowly and methodically took his bulging cock into the soft wet warmth of her mouth. As she sucked the juices from his cock the other girls stroked his hair and his cheeks as the delightful sensation made his body spasm. She teased her lips and tongue back and forth, looking up at him, opening and closing her eyes as she thoroughly enjoyed teasing his cock to the limit. When he started to pulse she slid back sweetly, denying him the orgasm he yearned for. She licked the very end of his cock as she withdrew, enjoying the taste of his pre-ejaculatory lubricant. The girls giggled softly at his denial. They knew they would all have their pleasure of him before they left the hut.
Two of the girls pushed him down as the tormentor of his cock lay back with her head in the lap of the amazon. She splayed her legs and the two girls pushed his head down to her sex whilst the third simply watched. He bent down and his cock bounced of the soft green bedding as he tasted a Polynesian woman for the first time. She pulled his head into her, so eager was she to have her pleasure. Her juices flowed as hi stroked and caressed the length of her womanhood, up to her little clitoris. Within no time at all she moaned and tensed her lithe legs as his tongue brought her home. The three others followed in succession and he was glad he did not know their language as his tongue would not be much use for speaking with by the time the amazon, who waited patiently, had had her fill.
His tattooed Mistress pushed him to his back, as the others watched. He was a little uncomfortable with his hands behind his back, but this was soon forgotten as that delectable arse descended on his face. The younger girls had smelled sweetly but her scent was intoxicating; he wanted to breathe in nothing else after sampling her feminine aromas. She rocked on his face and slid to her pleasure on his mouth and chin; his nose was treated to the soft tang of her rear as it popped back and forth into the soft dimple of her anus. She was ensuring he knew the full range of scents of his new Mistress. She teased his cock as she splayed and moaned with pleasure; he licked and lapped as best he could as she tensed and nearly suffocated him with her juicy sex. She had enjoyed him very much. She giggled and squatted with his nose in her rear; he struggled a little to gain his breath as once again her soft sweet hand stroked his raging cock to oblivion. He bucked and spurted and the girls giggled with appreciation as he made his little fountain for them. He gasped with pleasure and exhaustion. The beauty alighted from her steed and pulled his leash over to a soft pile of woven leaves and she tied his leash to one of the many poles by the wall of the hut. She rubbed his face with hers and he instinctively kissed her. She looked at him wide eyed and returned the favour, the way a three year old kisses a toy. They smiled at each other, she wrapped her legs about him and he fell into a deep and welcoming sleep.
He awoke with a start in the dim light of dawn; the women still slept, their rhythmic breathing betraying the depth of their slumber. He cautiously squeezed his bound wrists under his backside; it was tight, but there was enough give to allow him to get his hands behind his thighs. Despite an unfortunate attack of cramp, he managed to work his feet through and now had his hands to the front. He released the tether from his neck. One of the woman let out a large sigh, unnerving him somewhat; he stood statuesque for a moment as the woman rolled to her side and continued to dream. He carefully picked his way to the entrance and peeped outside. Mist swirled through shafts of brilliant sunshine as the dew dripped from the edge of the hut and the green abundant foliage. There was no-one in sight so he padded carefully to the waterfall and plunged his head into the flow. The coldness of the water came as a shock to him; he shook the droplets from his hair and realised he must make a decision and fast. Where was he to go? He took a path which went further up the valley and followed this on a mild ascent for half a mile or so. He then detoured from the path on finding a rocky plateau. Here he paused for a while to work his bindings against a ridge of exposed rock. After much work and the loss of some skin, he managed to free himself and sat on a rocky outcrop overlooking the valley. He was free for the moment, but what was to become of him?
He skirted the outcrop and found fruit he’d recognised from the day before, hanging plentifully from within the lush vegetation. Though still very early in the morning, the sweat began to drip from his body. He found a convenient pathway up the rocks, like a stone stairway; beyond this a small fall dropped into a pool worn into the rock. He climbed past the fall and found he could see down to the habitation he had escaped from at this point, he could also see the ocean on both sides at this narrow point. His eyes scanned the horizons, looking for sails or smoke; nothing but blue ocean registered. He also noted that the rock face behind him was adorned with carvings, which judging by the lichens and moss that decorated them, had been there some considerable time. He gorged on the fruit till his appetite was sated then rested as the temperature and humidity increased. He looked down to the habitation and awaited the inevitable hubbub which would occur when his loss was discovered.
The early mist evaporated rapidly, and he was almost asleep once more when he heard the shrill calls of the women. He looked down and could just make out the brown figures darting between the huts and the gaps in the vegetation. Then several of them started to climb the ascending path. He thought about leaving his position and venturing further into the interior, but considered this too risky; just what or who lurked within the island might bring death or injury. Though the women had trussed him up, they had not harmed him –yet. This resolved the dilemma for him, though it left him uneasy; where were the males? They may not be so accommodating. He stepped down from his perch and went around to a spot where he could see the pathway from whence he had detoured.
It was not long before the lithe and athletic females appeared and passed the spot where he had found refuge; he was almost disappointed with their not realising the mistake. They were soon back though. The superb woman who was dominant over the others was the first to creep through to the outcrop she carried a lengthy spear which she beckoned to the others with. He could not help but be aroused by her beauty and the memory of his previous encounter with her. He almost wanted to be captured. What he could not understand was her look of trepidation as she ventured across the plateau; the women knew he was unarmed and was certainly no dangerous animal, yet they looked really fearful. He peeped round from his vantage point, smiled at the gorgeous huntress, and then retreated back up the stone steps. He stood awaiting their approach near the pool. The women, three of them, turned the corner and dropped their weapons. Only his beautiful tattooed mistress ventured any closer and she fell to her knees with a look of abject horror in her eyes. The two other women cowered together behind her and would not even look in his direction.
He sat on the rocks in wonderment. It was as though some invisible force would not allow his beautiful tormentors to come any closer. The delectable female wrung her hands and looked at him with tears running down her face; she was petrified. This hurt him more than anything else he had sustained since being cast into the ocean. He was compelled to come to her and offer her comfort, as he stood he turned in gaining his footing. The sun was now beaming down on the rocks behind him, and he realised the carvings were everywhere around the pool. It dawned on him that this must be a sacred place. He walked over to her, pulled her up and walked her back round the corner with her friends; she clung to him like a small terrified child and sobbed. The other women huddled around and held them both. He could not help but enjoy the warmth of their soft bodies, and he kissed the tears from her cheeks. She looked at him and smiled, rubbed his nose with hers and then he kissed her on the lips once more. She pulled herself close to him and he found he had an erection yet again. She wiggled her belly against it and nibbled his ears. The other women had now regained their senses and giggled at his obvious arousal as the two broke and she squeezed his manhood as they parted. He held her hand as the women retrieved their weapons, and looked back over her shoulder.
“Tabu.” She said softly as she squeezed his hand tightly. They walked to the clearing and were about to descend the path when the leading girl turned and shouted in her direction.
“Tehuni!” She let go of his hand and ran to the path. The girl pointed downwards toward the ocean. There in the lagoon were several outriggers. She turned to him and pushed him back. It was evident she did not want whoever was in the outriggers to see him. He kissed her and looked her in the eye.
“Tehuni?” She smiled and squeezed him.
“Tehuni.” She said and nodded. Then she was away down the path with the other two.
He returned to the ‘tabu’ place which held no fear for him of course, but now offered a great sense of security. He trusted that the custom was universal amongst the population and this offered him peace of mind. He resolved to make some sort of makeshift camp at the spot; he could visit to the habitation at will, knowing he had a place to return to where he would be left alone. He found a suitable overhang by the pool and fashioned a lean-to of tree limbs and vegetation which he used for roofing. He found there were several pools in the nooks around the outcrop. One was thick with a pure white mineral which stuck to his hands and feet like a thick emulsion. He daubed this on the darker foliage of his rudimentary roof to reflect the hot sunshine. After several hours he decided he would venture down closer to the huts to see what was happening. He would be careful not to let anyone see him.
He descended by the path until he was about halfway there, then he dodged into the trees and followed the route under cover. He could see lots of voluptuous women with their arms painted with red markings; these must have been the visitors. Again there were no menfolk in evidence. He could see whom he assumed was the leader of the women talking to Tehuni; the women seemed very distressed. They were agitated and regularly pointed in a direction up the coast. Then as quickly as they had arrived, the women took the path to the shore, somewhat hastily, waving their goodbyes as they went. He watched Tehuni as she spoke with her colleagues and then she made for the ascending path once more. He stepped out to greet her and she rushed to meet him. She looked at him warmly and took his hand, leading him back to her hut.
She pulled him to the bedding area and had him kneel as she caressed him, and rubbed her body up against his. She pushed him back and made sure his member was good and ready, by working him back and forth. She leaned over him and he licked her pert nipples as she positioned herself. She giggled and straddled him, then eased herself onto his willing cock. He gasped with pleasure as he slipped into her tight, moist, wetness. She moaned as she rocked back and forth, riding herself to ecstasy on his rigid cock. She started to whimper and he could hold back no longer; he looked up at the beautiful brown woman as she closed her eyes, and he bucked and grunted as he ejaculated. She moaned with pleasure and ground back down on him, achieving maximum stimulation as the pleasure of a satisfying orgasm washed over her. She collapsed on him and they cuddled for about 15 minutes before she led him out of the hut to the waterfall. Other women outside smiled knowingly at the two, though they were busy arranging various chattels on poles, as though they were about to leave. They washed in the cool water and then she led him back to the hut where she also retrieved items which may have been regarded as valuables, as well as her weapons.
She and all the other women took the belongings on poles down a path and then off into the dense vegetation. There under a large outcrop, they rested their belongings and covered them with foliage. Tehuni gave him one of her spears and with around ten other women they set off in a direction parallel to the shore. The other women remained to watch over the habitation.
He watched their sweet bottoms in front of him as the women led the way through the hot sticky landscape after they had reached the end of the beaten track. They were very cautious now, as it seemed that this was not territory they were comfortable in; it must be that of another tribe. After several hours it grew dark and they found a depression in the undergrowth behind a rocky escarpment where it would be safe to light fires unseen by others. They made themselves comfortable and some of the women gathered various fruits, some of which were crushed and the juice collected in gourds. He seemed to be in the centre of the throng and the women eyed him sweetly and whispered to Tehuni. She grinned and they offered him juice from their gourds which he willingly accepted. The women surrounded him, giggling and chattering to each other. Before he knew it he was being held down by them; a woman at each arm and leg, and his balls and cock were being caressed and stimulated by one of them. Another held his head by his hair. Then the first of many women who would have their pleasure of him approached in the light of the fire; the flickering flames flashed across her nubile brown body.
She straddled his face and slowly descended. He took in her rich scent and tasted her moist womanhood. He was their captive once again and he was enjoying it to the full. Six of the woman had their pleasure of him this way; he had watched helpless as their beautiful brown orbs smothered his face, and each woman had her own distinctive and succulent aroma and taste. His cock was toyed with to the limit on several occasions, to be denied before he reached the point of no return. Now the women he had pleasured all knelt about him smiling down. Tehuni towered above him then squatted, taking charge of his cock. The women smiled down and caressed him all over as he lay pinioned. Tehuni worked his cock and he gave himself up to them very rapidly. They smiled with satisfaction as he gratefully spurted his hot sticky mess for the second time that day. He was in heaven as he lay there, bound by the women’s bodies, arching his back as best he could as he enjoyed their attentions to his captive orgasm.
The women patted and kissed him as they released his spent body. Tehuni cuddled up to him in the warmth of the fires and he found six or seven other arms about him as he drifted off to sleep.
When morning came, they travelled onward. The mist made them shiver a little, but was soon burnt off by the relentless sun. They reached an impassable rock face and were forced to come out to the beach; the only way round was via the sea. They padded cautiously across the hot sand and paddled knee deep in water, slowly round the promontory. As they reached the apex, they espied a thin plume of smoke rising from the shore about a mile off. They proceeded with utmost caution in order that they were not seen. He had wondered what the women in the outriggers had looked so distressed about, and knew he was about to learn why.
They virtually crawled through the shallow water and up the beach to the cover of the undergrowth once more. With great trepidation the party pushed on through the dense groves until they heard voices. There in a clearing, they saw yet more females, these adorned with yellow painted markings upon their scantily clad bodies. They were feasting on meat which they had evidently cooked on the fire seen from far off. There on the floor were several other women, trussed and gagged like animals. They were evidently members of the red painted tribe who had visited the habitation. As the party crawled forward to further their reconnaissance, they reached a pit from which a grisly sight met their eyes. The pit was lined with bones and skulls which could only be human. The meat which the women feasted on could only be that from a previously trussed female.
Though he could not understand what Tehuni and the other women whispered to each other, it was apparent that they could not attack the yellow tribe. They lay low and awaited the coming night. As darkness fell he watched as Tehuni and three other women edged, step by step like a praying mantis, toward the trussed women. At one point, a twig under one of the women’s feet snapped with what sounded to them like a minor explosion in the silence; they froze as a couple of the yellow women turned and muttered in their slumber. Eventually they reached the captives and carefully unbound them. Tehuni gestured to him and the others, as they continued on down to the beach; he drew back with the other women and they doubled back round to the beach where Tehuni had gone. There were a good fifteen outriggers up on the beach; the paddles to propel them conveniently stuck in the sand. They slowly dragged three of them down to the water across the moonlit sand. They intended to pull all of the outriggers into the water to allow them to drift, and had collected all the available paddles to hinder their pursuit when a wailing voice was heard from the Yellow painted women’s camp.
He and the women hurriedly embarked upon the three outriggers and paddled for all they were worth into the inky blue lagoon. They were no more than around one hundred yards out when torches illuminated the beach they had left from; several spears pierced the water like arrows as they paddled for their lives. Many of the lithe and athletic women ran down the beach parallel to the outriggers when they realised the paddles had been stolen. The whole situation to him was as though he were locked in some dream-come-nightmare; he had been captured and abused by beautiful females, befriended by beautiful females, and now he was pursued by yet more beautiful females. The women on the beach stretched and flexed their delectable brown bodies which shimmered in the moonlight as they threw various objects from the beach. It was with relief that they reached the promontory, and saw the progress of the women on the beach hindered as they were forced to splash into the water. The outriggers disappeared from the view of the pursuers as they moved swiftly round to the other side.
When they reached the beach nearest the habitation, they all lifted the outriggers, one by one, across the beach and deep into the undergrowth. They then worked backwards across the beach, removing their footsteps using large palm leaves to shuffle the sand disguising their steps. They regrouped with the other women at the habitation, and fed and tended themselves and especially the women who’d been bound. They then moved up the path past where he had made his encampment in the rock face. They watched the lagoon from their vantage point for two days, but no-one came. On the third day the women picked up their things as the evening wore on and descended the path. He was reluctant to do so, and tugged at Tehuni in an effort to get her to stay a little longer. Having seen what the yellow tribe were capable of, he was not keen to see anyone else eaten. Tehuni kissed him and rubbed her body against his. It was apparent she was more than ready to be intimate with him once more, and no doubt sought the privacy of her hut. She pulled him along and the feeling in his loins swayed the decision.
They cuddle together in the confines of her hut after washing themselves in the waterfall. She wrapped herself about him and climbed on top after he had excited her body with his tongue. He slipped into her as she straddled him and they caressed each other to satisfaction before falling into a deep sleep. The next day came and went uneventfully; the habitation was left unmolested and a sense of security returned to the inhabitants. They slept again. Something woke him during the night, as he rose to his feet, something cracked the back of his head; everything went black.
His eyes opened into bright sunlight; his head aching slightly and the smell of smoke in his nostrils. He struggled to move his arms and legs and realised he was captive again. He was lashed naked to a pole in the centre of the clearing. The women in yellow were all around him and grinned when they saw he was conscious again he craned his neck looking for Tehuni; he could see some of the women trussed and gagged on the ground. The throng of yellow women moved to one side as their equivalent of Tehuni moved up to him; she was also strikingly beautiful. Her nipples erected almost instantly as she viewed his cock, which was rousing automatically; he could not help himself. The grinning women drew closer as she played with his manhood and looked at him with a leering smile. Her musky feminine scent did not help his situation; his cock grew stiff, much to the delight of the women. As the beauty toyed with him, he heard the pitiful cry of one of the trussed women; one of the yellow tribe appeared holding a fearful ironwood club; it was splattered with blood. The others rubbed their bellies and pointed to the fire. It seemed they had chosen and dispatched their first victim, and would now prepare their feast. He just wished he could see Tehuni.
The women now gave him their full attention. He was almost certain of one thing; the novelty of what was between his legs would mean they were unlikely to feast on him. They teased his rigid member and giggled as they sniffed their fingers; the scent of his masculinity arousing them. Once again he found himself surrounded by women who were all physically very attractive, and their leader had him under her control. She toyed with him until the inevitable happened; the women shrieked with delight as he spent, spattering their leaders legs. His enjoyment was not quite as it had been for Tehuni; he could only think of her and was intensely fearful for her well-being. His member flaccid, the majority of the women moved away, and the smoke suddenly blew in the opposite direction, allowing him a view further across the clearing. There, strapped to a post with two other women was Tehuni; she caught sight of him and smiled weakly, then dropped her head.
He was watching the situation intently; the Mistress of the yellow tribe came to him frequently, stroking and caressing him whenever she did. It was on such an occasion when he saw two of their number come running down from the ascending path. They had a look of terror on their faces and pointed up to where the rocky outcrop was. They babbled to the Mistress who also looked worried at their information. He was sure he heard the term ‘tabu’ in their hurried language. He had to get free somehow. As the woman came close again he kissed and licked her face; she looked at him with curiosity when he did so, then squeezed up to him and licked him also, smiling. He needed to gain her affection and this seemed to be working.
As the darkness fell the women danced around the fire, having had their fill of meat. She came to him again, with two other women carrying spears. She smiled at him and started to untie his bonds whilst the two pointed their spears menacingly at him. When he was free, she led him to the hut and the two armed women sat just inside the entrance and watched as she lay down with him. As attractive a woman as she was, he found it difficult staying aroused as he serviced the grateful mistress; he could only think of the one woman he truly wanted to be with, whose life was in imminent danger. His new mistress moaned with pleasure and wrapped her legs round his torso as she reached her Shangri-las; her squeezing and moaning along with her musky sent was just enough to bring him off too. He bucked and spurted into her; she smiled up at him with satisfaction as she felt his warmth inside her. He dropped down beside her and pulled her close, caressing her arms and hair; he had to get her to go to sleep whilst he remained unbound. A light rain began to fall and the drips fell through the roofing. She saw the droplets and was obviously in no mood to leave the hut whilst it rained. She closed her eyes.
It must have been a good hour later before he dare move. His mistress slept soundly and he could see the two guards were also sleeping. He crept out of the hut without disturbing anyone. The full moon broke momentarily from behind the rain giving cloud, illuminating the scene, before hiding back behind the clouds once more. He could see the fire was still burning and two or three of the yellow tribe were still awake and talking. How was he to save his Tehuni? As he pondered the situation there was a loud cry; one of the yellow women about two hundred yards off had seen him.
He had no option but to flee. He ran as hard as he could up the ascending path, looking back occasionally to see his pursuers; the fit women were gaining on him. He ran, panting in the gloom, through the entrance to the outcrop. They were close to him now and there were about six of them; as he dodged around the rocks and up the rocky steps by the pool, he expected them to stop. They did not; they must have been unaware of the tabu. He felt doomed as he lumbered around the pools in the dark and fell headlong into the one which contained the white mineral; they would be upon him any moment now. He lifted himself out, covered from head to toe in the white substance. As he did so, the full moon beamed out from beyond the clouds. The women froze as they witnessed the carvings and symbols in the eerie rock face for the first time; they were then confronted with a pure white figure which loomed, seemingly out of the rock itself. Two of the women jumped to oblivion over the precipice; the rest fled, dropping their weapons and falling over each other in their bid to escape as the thing walked slowly in their direction.
He watched as the women raced down the path screaming. He maintained a slow trot down the hill with his arms outstretched to maximise the effect; he would ensure they all got a good view of him at a distance, and had plenty of time to escape. As he approached the habitation, none of the yellow painted women remained; he could hear their frantic shrieks as they hastily boarded their outriggers and departed. The trussed women screamed as he approached. He rolled in the wet grass to remove as much of the whitener as he could, and the women calmed down. He raced over to Tehuni and released her and the other two at the post. She wiped the white substance from his mouth and kissed him. He braved the icy cold waterfall and washed himself down, then led Tehuni to the hut. They held each other close throughout the night.
A good week later they were fishing with three-point spears down by the lagoon when he saw the sails of a tall ship passing close by. His instinct told him to jump up and down and scream at the top of his voice, but he turned to see Tehuni who had a tear running down her cheek. He glanced again at the ship, and back at Tehuni. He took her hand and led her back into the cover of the trees where they would not be seen; he would be hers forever.
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Thu, 10th November, 2011
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