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Fiction / Re: THE ISLAND (Final Chapters)

« on: April 08, 2019, 10:32:53 AM »

Chapter 20

When they were getting up to leave, Cindy hesitated and said: “Uh.., when it’s time for him to be put down, do you think I might be allowed to slit his throat? Janice laughed and said: “My, my, how you’ve changed! Yes, my dear girl, you can slit his throat.” Cindy’s excitement was surging when they left the arena and started walking toward the village. A short time later, she giggled and said: “You know, at first, I thought this would be so bloody and disgusting that I would close my eyes, but instead, it turned out to be extremely exciting in a way I would have never dreamed possible. And, that’s not all, in addition to the excitement, I became so aroused, I started rubbing myself and had several orgasms!” “These events are always quite entertaining.” Janice said. “It was a lot more than just entertaining!” Cindy squealed. “That’s the most exhilarating thing I’ve ever seen, and that’s saying a lot when considering all of the thrilling things I seen and done since arriving on this marvelous island. I got so caught up that I didn’t know how horny I had become until, without even realizing it, I started rubbing myself and had an orgasm. And, when seeing other women doing the same, I started rubbing again and had several more. It was utterly fantastic!” “Yes, I know, I also had several orgasms.” Janice said without mentioning how much she had enjoyed watching her young companion’s enthusiastic reactions. As Janice and Cindy continued walking toward the village, Robert was feeling utter chagrin as he walked behind them with his head bowed in shame.

That afternoon, Cindy went with Janice to a compound where she selected a new slave. He was twenty and fairly handsome with blond hair and a large muscular physique, and although not matching Robert in the size of his endowment, it was, nevertheless, impressive.

When Cindy and Robert finished their meal that evening, she told him to lie on the floor, and although this was something he had been expecting, he was somewhat confused that, instead of her usual demanding tone, it had been said in a rather mild manner. In fact, her manner toward him had been somewhat different ever since leaving the arena. He had expected being berated unmercifully after humiliating himself to such a profound degree. But except for a few snide remarks, it had not been mentioned.

Even the way Cindy looked at him since then had been somewhat different. It wasn’t something he could quite put his finger on, but it was definitely different. She would have a slight smile with her face registering a mischievous look as though keeping some type of a secret while, at the same time, her eyes would sparkle with excitement. At first, he attributed it to the aftereffects of what she had seen in the arena that she had obviously enjoyed to a profound degree. But instead of fading as the day went on, if anything, it became even more prevalent. One major difference, however, was her treating him in a less harsh manner than usual - instead of being the exact opposite that he had been expecting after his disgraceful performance.

Cindy’s harshness returned with a vengeance, however, when he was lying spread-eagle on the floor with his penis tightly tied in an erect state. She deliberately let him see what she was doing when taking a large syringe with a wicked looking needle and filled it with a dark liquid. His shrill screams exceeded even those of the previous night when, starting at the head of his erection and going down the shaft on both sides and then deep into the root, she slowly injected the liquid which caused a searing pain that felt like being on fire – only much worse. His screams became high pitched shrieks when she did the same to both testicles.

Once again, his agony became so unbearable that he lapsed into unconsciousness before she finished injecting his other testicle. This time, Cindy let him remain this way as she rode his penis again and again in a wild frenzy. It was only after she was asleep that he began to regain consciousness, and although experiencing severe pain, he managed to keep his moans low enough to keep from waking her. It was only gradually that the throbbing pain began to ease. Cindy had not told him what the dark liquid was, so he had no reason to suspect the purpose was for anything other than another devious method of causing him to suffer extreme agony.     

The next morning, Robert had almost recovered, but he was mystified when Cindy left him tied to the floor while eating her breakfast without bringing him anything. He was also mystified in her being in a buoyant mood much greater than usual while looking at him with eyes that flashed with excitement in a strange and mysterious way. In addition, she seemed to be paying an unusual amount of attention to his penis and testicles. He wasn’t able to give it much thought, however. Cindy was still eating when two stern looking women entered, and without speaking, untied the ropes holding him on the floor, bound his hands behind his back, and with each firmly holding an arm, escorted him to the door. He looked back at Cindy in desperation, but her only reaction was to smile sweetly and say: “Don’t worry, I’ll be seeing you in a little while!”

Later, Cindy felt as though she was in a dream as she excitedly walked with Janice to the processing hut. When going to the back, the last of twelve slaves was being pulled up by a rope to hang upside-down with spread legs and join eleven doomed companions hanging in a like manner. Their hands were tied behind their backs, and all were clearly afraid but remained silent - except for Robert. He was first in the row and was sobbing with tears flowing from his eyes. Wooden tubs were being put under each one.

The middle-aged woman walked up to Cindy and without saying anything, handed her a sharp knife. Cindy was trembling with excitement as she approached Robert and stood behind him. In knowing she was there, he gasped in a pleading tone: “Please..!, Please…!” These were the last words he would ever say. Cindy grabbed his hair, pulled his head back, and said softly: “Goodbye Robert”. This was the first time she had said his name to him since arriving at the island, but before being able to even realize it, Cindy sliced the sharp blade of the knife deeply across his bared throat. She quickly stepped to one side as a thick gush of blood spewed out, and although being overwhelmed with teeming emotions, she managed to hand the knife, whose blade was now bright red, to the woman who started down the row and doing the same to the other slaves.

Cindy did not see the others being slain, however. Her attention was fixed on Robert as his body began to jerk spasmodically in a manner that made his large flaccid penis jiggle and flip, and his testicles to jounce, all of which caused her to giggle while, at the same time, feeling an extreme amount of excitement. These highly enjoyable emotions within her only increased when seeing blood that had been spewing out in pulsing spurts gradually diminish until becoming a steady stream. And while this had been occurring, his jerking movements gradually decreased in intensity until becoming shudders and then, after twitching a few times, he hung motionless with open eyes appearing to gaze blankly in her direction. Although Cindy was not thinking of it at the time, she had now killed sixteen naked men.

Cindy’s exhilaration, excitement, and feminine pride surged when the middle-aged woman walked up to Robert’s lifeless body and, as she had seen her do many times, slice open his abdomen, remove his breastbone, reach inside to cut at various places, then pull everything out in one mass - leaving an empty and glistening interior. The women moved to the next body, but Cindy continued looking at Robert. And, in so doing, in addition to her heightened emotions remaining unchanged, she not only felt an eeriness far more profound than any previously known, but it was in a pleasing way. 

Not only had she dated Robert for several years, but in a way, she had been living with him, in an intimate manner, since arriving at this island. She had seen him doing countless things ranging from displaying happiness, blushing in embarrassment, to watching him violently bucking and thrashing while screaming in agony being caused by her, and now, he was nothing more than a disemboweled carcass, hanging inert with open eyes appearing to gaze at her, but with a blankness showing no awareness.

Instead of diminishing as the day went on, Cindy’s heightened emotions not only remained high, but surged to a new level when sitting at her table and looking at Robert’s golden-brown roasted penis and bulging scrotum laying in a bowl. Like all the others she had eaten, the shaft had become swollen in a manner of giving an appearance of being semi-erect and there was a surprising length of skinless root extending beyond the scrotum. Her new slave sat on the floor eating his meager meal, but she gave him no notice. Her hand almost trembled as she reached down, grasped the lower part of his penis, held it up, and looked at how the weight of his testicles caused the thick shaft to curve sideways.

She had done the same with the roasted sex organs of other men, even other men she had known, and in so doing, had become extremely aroused and excited. But none of those previous emotions came close to reaching the height of what she was now experiencing. She heard her new slave uttering a gasp of surprise when seeing what was in her hand, but she didn’t even glance at him.

Cindy’s excitement reached ecstatic proportions when, in the manner she  had teasingly told Robert she was going to do to his roasted sex organs, she bit through the scrotum and into a testicle, and while being chewed, finding that being filled with marinade did improve the taste, and with extreme enthusiasm, she continued eating until it was gone. She pulled the remaining testicle out of the half-eaten scrotum, and while dangling it by the spermatic cord, laughed while swinging it back and forth and then in a circle. Then tilting her head back, she lowered it into her open mouth, bit off the lower half and relished the delicious taste and texture of a marinated human testicle.

After eating the remainder of Robert’s testicle, she chewed and swallowed what remained of his scrotum after tearing it off with her teeth. Her excitement surged to a new high when holding Robert’s penis up by the root and giggled while, in a demeaning and playful manner, started making it flop from side to side. Then turning it around, she put the swollen head to her partially open lips and, in a sensuous way, pushed the flared shape in and out while sucking out delightful tasting juices.

Her eyes flashed with exhilarating anticipation when she turned his penis back around, took a bite from the severed end of the root, and when chewing, her face registered a look of ecstasy while, at the same time, uttering moans of extreme pleasure. Her expression and moans remained unabated as she continued slowly eating up the swollen shaft until only the head remained.

She closed her eyes as she slipped it into her mouth, ran her tongue over the flared surface, over the strutted ridge, into the open hole, sucked out delicious juices, bit off the rounded end, and became thrilled and uttering even louder moans when chewing an amazing meat of such remarkable tenderness, juiciness, and flavor that, even though having eaten others, still finding it hard to believe anything could be so incredibly fantastic. In wanting to savor this incredible delicacy as long as possible, she took only small bites and chewed slowly, and when it was finally gone, she was in a state of such dreamy and exciting ecstasy of a magnitude that far surpassed all others.

In addition to this, Cindy had been becoming increasingly wet while a tingling sensation in her vagina had been steadily growing in intensity until seeming to become yet another raging fire. These reactions within her had always occurred each time she had eaten a man’s cooked sex organs - but they had never existed in such heightened extremes.

Her new slave, while watching a beautiful young woman playing with and then eating the cooked testicles and penis of a human male (It is noted that although all men, when arriving at the island, had been told their eventual fate was to be killed, cooked, and eaten by the women, they had not, however, been told that it also included their genitals.) he had been shocked and dismayed. In addition, he was also feeling an acute embarrassment to such an extent that his blushing face had become extremely red.

When Cindy finished eating her exciting and fantastically delicious meal, she had a wild look on her face and her eyes flashed with such intensity that it caused her slave to become extremely apprehensive. But it was not to such extent that he moved quickly enough when being told, in an urgent tone, to lay spread-eagle on the floor. It was only when being roughly shoved with her foot and her screaming, “move you fucking bastard”, that he complied. Needless to say, he received an extremely severe, prolonged, and excruciating introduction into what being a slave to this beautiful young woman would entail. 

The following day, a strange feeling went through Cindy as she stood in front of her hut and looked at Robert’s skull that had just been placed over her door. Despite all that had occurred, she was finding it difficult to relate the two large hollow eye sockets and grinning teeth filled jaws with the young man she had known for such a long time. Her thoughts turned to Jordan’s sailboat that had led to bringing this all about.  She had been on that boat with four men – all of them now dead. And she had not only seen them die, but had killed three with her own hand. And in addition, she had eaten their cooked penises and testicles that had now become part of her young female body.

Permanent reminders of three of these men remained for her to gaze upon whenever desired. The most prominent being the mounted head and sex organs of the first one she had slain hanging on her wall, along with the tanned hide taken from his chest. And in addition to the skull over her door, a darker one due to having become somewhat weathered, was sitting on a shelf inside. Yes, looking at Robert’s skull made her feel strange, but it also made her feel extremely proud – and excited. She glanced at the door. Well, she could do something about the excitement. Her new slave was lying naked and tied spread-eagle on the floor. Her eyes began to sparkle mischievously as she opened the door and went inside.

THE END

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Fiction / Re: THE ISLAND (Final Chapters)

« on: April 08, 2019, 10:31:06 AM »

Chapter 19

When entering the arena, Cindy saw a group of naked men standing in a rectangular cage that had been made from bamboo. It was located a short distance in front of the cave entrance which would force the men, when fleeing from the lions, to run directly toward where she and the other women were sitting. Several women holding dogs stood close by to discourage attempts to break out.  After taking her seat, Cindy found the cheerful atmosphere around her being difficult to contemplate.

It was remarkably similar to being in a college football stadium prior to the start of a big game. But this was a game straight out of ancient Rome and would have bloody and devastating consequences for these men who, like those she had killed, in not knowing their fate were both bewildered and highly embarrassed. A few had hands in front of them, but most stood facing away so that only their backs were visible. This didn’t prevent faces from glowing red however when looking back over their shoulders in trying to see what was going to happen.

When the arena appeared to be filled to capacity, a hush went over the crowd when the women holding the dogs departed. The arena quieted to a whisper signifying the building of anticipation. Cindy then felt a strange thrill when seeing the heavy gate that had been keeping the lions within their cave starting to rise. She held her breath when hearing a horn being sounded. Janice had told her the lions had not been fed for several days which became apparent when they emerged much sooner than at any other time she had witnessed in the past.

When seeing living prey, they crouched with hunched shoulders and started stalking. With most of the men’s attention being directed at the women in the stands, they did not react at first to the approaching danger. But, when it was noticed, pandemonium erupted, and although the bamboo cage had been made in a fairly sturdy manner, the side opposite the lions collapsed from the onslaught that crashed against it as men fell and climbed over one another in a panicked and desperate attempt to flee.

The lionesses lunged forward in pursuit, and despite the shocking circumstances, Cindy’s attention was immediately drawn to the wild activity taking place between men’s legs as they ran franticly in her direction. At the time, however, she was unaware of starting to giggle. When seeing a lioness rapidly closing on a man that was at the back of the group, she looked intently while holding her breath. He glanced over his shoulder just as the lioness was starting to leap and he made a desperate attempt to jump sideways. He succeeded in not being hit directly by her lunge, but it made little difference as the much faster cat struck him with a claws extended paw.
 
The blow was of such force that he flew through the air and tumbled limply on the ground as though suddenly being transformed into a rag doll. When coming to a stop, he lay sprawled on his back with his head bent at an unnatural angle. The lioness sank her teeth into a leg and started dragging her lifeless victim away. Another lioness came up, grabbed the other leg with her mouth and tried to pull him away. The contest that followed proved to be quite fierce, and as they yanked his now widespread legs in opposite directions, his limp penis flopped about wildly while his testicles jounced rapidly within his scrotum.   
   
Cindy soon found herself laughing openly at the amusing and frantic activity of his limp manhood. The two lionesses yanked and pulled with such force that his body began to rip apart lengthwise - starting between the legs and becoming increasingly longer as the tear worked up his abdomen. The skin of his sex organs remained attached to one side with the penis and testicles to the other. As the split in the abdomen became increasingly wider, the penis was pulled sideways with the skin being pealed from it until it was pulled free, and it, along with testicles being yanked from the scrotum, once again resumed their frenzied activity.

His intestines spilled out when one side was completely ripped off at the waist. With the body now in two pieces, the lions trotted off in different directions - one carrying the leg attached to a torn portion of the abdomen that was trailing a length of intestine, and the other carrying the leg that was attached to what remained of the abdomen and the upper body that was being drug on the ground. The man’s open eyes appeared to stare blankly upward while arms trailed limply behind. The leg to which only half of the abdomen was attached, however, could still be identified as belonging to a male body since it was this side that contained a skinless, jiggling and flipping penis and shiny testicles dancing from the ends of spermatic cords as the female lion trotted away.

Cindy had uttered a startled gasp when seeing the man struck down and killed with such sudden and awesome force. She then watched in spellbinding amazement as his body was being savagely ripped apart. Instead of being appalled or sickened, however, she found it strangely fascinating, and even though the episode had lasted no more than several minutes, she had been filled with excitement and yes.., even amusement.
 
The activity on the field soon became a wild turmoil as one terrified man after another fell victim. Cindy became so caught up that she, along with other women, was soon cheering and laughing with increasing intensity each time a frantically running man was brought down in ways that, to them, were often quite comical. She found special delight when seeing, as had the first man, others making desperate attempts of trying to jump out of the way – only to be struck in midflight by much quicker reactions of the huge cats.

The hunger of the lionesses apparently made them unwilling to share and, as had happened with the first victim, fierce battles for possession took place that resulted in more bodies being torn apart with extreme ferocity. Cindy watched with mesmerizing fascination while experiencing feelings of both heightened excitement and amusement when seeing naked men being savagely killed and ripped into pieces in a manner that clearly demonstrated the awesome power of female lions.

Some men were killed outright while others that were less fortunate had to endure the agony of their bodies being torn apart while still alive. Even large and muscular men succumbed to such fates with remarkable ease. In addition, Cindy soon found herself experiencing an eerie sensation at seeing only bloody pieces of meat and internal organs being all that remained of what, shortly before, had been human males fleeing in panic.

It did not take long until all had fallen victim to the savage onslaught. ‘Total carnage’ are the only words that would come close to describing what had occurred. Many areas of the field were covered with dark red stains that were littered with parts of bodies – some were recognizable, but the majority were just bloody pieces of meat along with tangled lengths of intestines and other internal organs. Very little remained that could be identified as being human except for severed heads lying about. And as had been the case with the men she had killed in this same arena, open unseeing eyes and gaping mouths uttering silent screams gave clear evidence of the terror being experienced at the moments of death.

In addition, young men’s decapitated heads scattered haphazardly across the field was a sight Cindy found being especially eerie, but at the same time, it was also in a way she found strangely pleasing to observe. And even though she would not have thought it possible, when the carnage was reaching a climax, she found herself not only experiencing exhilaration, fascination, and extreme excitement, but was even laughing when watching naked men being brutally slain, often in ways that were quite amusing, and then bodies being disemboweled and savagely reduced to bloody pieces of meat.

A large part of her excitement and enjoyment came from seeing the highly amusing and humiliating antics of sex organs as men ran in wild panic, and also the way that, even in death, penises and testicles with in scrotums continued to flop and jounce as lifeless bodies were being carried or ripped apart. One scene, in particular, that made a vivid impression was in seeing a trotting lioness carrying the lower half of a body with a length of intestine trailing from the torn midsection, and the penis and testicles flopping and jouncing in constant motion.

The witnessing of the unbelievable magnitude of such savage brutality being suffered by naked members of the opposite sex, had caused another emotion to awaken within her that, at the time, she was not consciously aware of the full extent it was having on her. She had become so engrossed in watching the fascinating spectacle that she wasn’t even aware of the nipples on her breasts becoming swollen. The same was true for a tingling sensation between her legs that was steadily increasing in intensity. It was not long before she unconsciously started lightly stroking her left breast while, at the same time, reaching down to rub her swollen clitoris and wet vulva. It was only after experiencing an orgasm that she became aware of the extent in which she had become aroused.

Cindy’s only reaction was to giggle at what she had unknowingly done, but she didn’t give it much thought while continuing to watch, with intense fascination, the bloody activity taking place before her. When the lionesses gradually stopped fighting each other and started gorging on what was a plentiful supply of bloody pieces of meat littering the field, she was finding it difficult to comprehend, in an exciting way, that those scattered remains had, only a short while ago, been healthy young men in the prime of life. She and the other women fell silent when watching the intriguing sight of parts of human male bodies being eaten by ferocious female beasts, but a cheer went up each time a set of sex organs were ripped off and gulped down. It seemed that, even though quite small, female lions seemed to have a fondness for this part of a male body – something Cindy could readily identify with.

She soon became aware that some of the women around her were openly masturbating. The spectators had become so silent that the only discernable sounds were the ripping of flesh and splintering of bones. These sounds were being accompanied by unique moans women utter when caught up in exhilarating throes of approaching orgasms, and in addition there were also equally unique cries women utter when vaginas seem to explode in sending out waves of thrilling ecstasy. To Cindy, the sounds played together in a pleasingly sadistic, sensual harmony, and she shamelessly joined in and was soon making these same uniquely female utterances as she experienced several exciting climaxes of building intensity.

It was only when the lions settled down and started eating that Cindy remembered Robert being tied to a tree outside. The realization caused her to have a sudden impulse, and she leaned over to Janice and said: “Oh, what the hell, let’s have the bastard put in there and see what happens. Janice gave a signal, and a few minutes later, Robert was shoved through a door in the stone wall with such force that he went sprawling. When getting on his hands and knees, his face registered a look of horror when seeing a large lioness, no more than ten feet away, looking at him and uttering menacing growls. He looked around in desperation, and franticly reached for a broken femur that had a splintered pelvic bone being held in place by a bloody chunk of meat. Even if it hadn’t been known, the identity of the gender of his makeshift club was readily apparent. Attached to the piece of meat was a limp, lower half of a skinless penis that jiggled, as did a shiny testicle dangling from a spermatic cord.

Robert staggered to his feet and swung his improvised club in a threatening manner with such force that the testicle broke free and, surprisingly, hit the lioness in her eye that caused her to hesitate. In seeing the hesitation, he started running in panic only to find himself suddenly being confronted by another lioness. He darted in another direction, and continued running while, again and again, dodging to avoid threatening lions. He finally found a space next to the stone wall where there were no lions in the immediate vicinity, and he leaned against the wall while breathing heavily and was relieved when seeing he was being given little notice by the lionesses.

Cindy and Janice, along with other women, had been laughing almost hysterically as they watched Robert’s panicked and frantic activity. “Why wasn’t he attacked?” Cindy asked as tears of mirth flowed down her cheeks. “Did you notice they only became threating when he came close and then lost interest as soon as he ran away? Their only concerned was in protecting the meat they were eating. Unlike males, lions only kill when they are hungry or are being threatened and, as you have seen, they can be extremely ferocious when they’re hungry. But since they had sufficient meat when he was put in with them, he was in no danger as long as he kept a distance. Well, since he is in no apparent danger, we might as well get him out of there.”

Janice smiled and said: “This is indeed a fortunate turn of events. We found out what he would do when actually being confronted by our lionesses, and now you will still be able to dine on his cock and balls and other parts of him. This has definitely turned out to be a win, win situation. Oh, speaking of eating his cock and balls, a group of slaves are going to be put down in the morning, and if you like, he can be with them. You can keep him a few more days if you want, but if it’s done tomorrow, we can go to a compound this afternoon where you can select a new one. I’m quite sure you’ll want another slave being handy when you finish eating that sorry asshole’s impressive package.”

“Let’s do it tomorrow:” Cindy said without hesitating. “You evidently don’t need to give it a great deal of thought.” Janice said with a laugh. “Well, when you go to the kitchen tonight, tell them your slave is going to be ‘put down’ in the morning. They will give you a large hypodermic syringe and a jar of marinade that works wonders on their balls if injected and staying in them overnight. It’s hard to improve on perfection, so it doesn’t seem to have much effect on cocks, but it’s fun to inject them also if for no other reason than it burns like hell and makes them scream and scream in a manner that’s hard to believe!” Cindy’s only reaction was to giggle.

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Fiction / Re: THE ISLAND (Final Chapters)

« on: April 08, 2019, 10:28:09 AM »

Chapter 18

Cindy heard a noise, and when turning her head, she saw twelve women with their slaves approaching. She stepped back and looked with pride as each slave picked up a body, swung it over a shoulder in the same manner Janice’s slave had done with Sam, and started walking toward a gate in the stone wall beneath the stands. Cindy followed, and a feeling of pride and excitement surged through her, when seeing arms swinging limply back and forth and faces on bobbing heads slapping against bare backs. After passing through the gate, the slaves carried their burdens to the same horse drawn sled, and her pride and excitement continued as she watched the limp bodies being laid on top of each other although, this time, it was being done in a haphazard manner.
When looking at the sled as it was being pulled away, Cindy’s excitement and pride surged even higher when seeing a pile of naked young men, lying on top of one another, in a manner that caused the extent of what she had done becoming even more apparent. All of those muscular, male bodies were dead, and it had been her hand that had not only ended their lives, but in a highly dramatic and exciting manner. And in so doing, she was now looking at what, essentially, has become nothing more than a pile of fresh meat that would soon be hanging from steel hooks in the storage room. She reached between her legs and without feeling any embarrassment whatsoever, started rubbing and it did not take long to reach an orgasm. It was not overly intense, but nevertheless, was quite satisfying.
Later that day, Cindy went to get her exciting meal and Robert’s rather bland one. She had yet to tell him what she had done, but when sitting at the table, she reached into her bowl and picked up the penis and testicle filled scrotum she had chosen. They had been roasted to a golden-brown perfection and she said in a casual tone: “I killed the guy these came from this morning along with eleven other naked guys. It was at the arena where we feed the lions. But the lions were kept in the cave, and I shot them in their backs with arrows while they were climbing up ropes and trying to reach the top of the cliff.”

Robert’s only reaction was to gawk at her with a dumbfounded expression indicating he didn’t know if she was joking or not.  “I bet you find this hard to believe.” Cindy said. “Maybe this picture Janice took will help to convince you. She was standing behind me, so you can see me aiming at one of the men climbing up a rope. None made it to the top so they’re all dead. You can also see one falling that I had shot only moments before the picture was taken. The guys I had already killed are lying at the bottom of the cliff. Let’s see, I’ve now shot fourteen guys with arrows and, counting hanging Jordan, that makes fifteen naked men I’ve killed. Pretty impressive for a mere girl, don’t you think?”

Robert was unable to do anything but gape at the graphic picture with a stupefied expression on his face.  Cindy was no longer giving him any notice, however, since her undivided attention was being directed at the golden-brown scrotum from which she had taken a large bite and was relishing a building excitement as she slowly chewed a delicious mouthful of roasted human testicle.

Her excitement continued to build as she ate the wonderful tasting oval shaped male glands while expressing genuine sounds of pleasure. She then started at the severed end of the swollen shaft, and her surging emotions were at a fever pitch when reaching the strutted head that she slowly chewed while uttering moans of pure ecstasy and still finding it hard to believe anything could be so utterly delectable. It would be an understatement to say that when finished, a wetness was flowing quite freely between her legs.

Robert could only watch in dismay as Cindy, with a great deal of enthusiasm, was eating a man’s roasted sex organs. But for reasons he could not begin to fathom, seeing a cooked human penis and testicles meekly succumbing to being eaten by a beautiful young woman, had caused his own penis to become erect as if offering itself to her as well. When she finally finished her fantastic meal, Cindy’s flashing eyes looked at him, and he trembled with dread in knowing what lay ahead. But this time, in being resigned to his fate, without being told, he crawled across the floor, lay on his back, and submissively assumed a spread-eagle position for being tied. When seeing this, Cindy feels a surge of pride – her feminine power and superiority never questioned. If Robert’s motive for this meek submission had been in thinking it might result in being treated with less severity, he was in for a sad disappointment. When his excruciating ordeal had finally ended, his throat was ragged from the intensity of his shrill screams.

The next morning, one of the women that worked in the kitchen came by Cindy’s hut and said: “Your name is next on the list to receive a non-slave’s cock and balls. I assume you want them cooked the usual way, but I need to make sure.” “I don’t understand.” Cindy said. “You know that I ate a guy’s cock and balls only yesterday since you cooked them, and they were absolutely fantastic.” “Thank you, I’m glad you enjoyed them.” The woman replied. “But those don’t count. You earned them by your remarkable performance, so you’re still next on the list.” “Then please cook them the usual way,” Cindy said with a great deal of enthusiasm while finding it hard to believe her amazing good fortune. As the woman was leaving, she turned and said: “Oh by the way, it might interest you to know the cock and balls you will be eating were taken from one of the males you killed yesterday.”

It goes without saying that Cindy enjoyed yet another exhilarating and highly erotic experience while eating the delicious roasted sex organs of yet another young man she had slain. And although not thinking of it at the time, this made a total of five human penises and ten testicles she had eaten that had fallen victim to her feminine hand - four of which had been killed with arrows. It also goes without saying that afterward, she enjoyed an exhilarating and highly erotic experience of another type, although it was far from being enjoyable for Robert.

Cindy’s young life continued being filled with happiness and excitement. In addition to subjecting Robert to daily (and sometimes more often) agonizing ordeals for him and exhilarating enjoyment and excitement for her. She also took him out every fifth day to be lashed savagely as he screamed and withered while standing tied in a spread-eagle position. And as usual, these sessions only ended when he was limply hanging in an unconscious state with bowed head.

 The addition of a second hunting trophy hanging on her wall served to add a great deal to her happiness, pride, and excitement. The young man’s handsome head, and his extremely impressive penis that, like Sam’s, had been mounted fully erect and was of such enormity that this alone, added a great deal to her enthusiasm along with a pleasing feeling of feminine pride.

As days passed, Cindy enjoyed watching more slaves being ‘put down’ by the kindly looking woman. And, of special delight, there were two more occasions where she experienced extreme amusement and heightened sexual excitement while watching twelve naked young men kicking in desperation when being hung, and then, even though no longer alive, seeing their bodies starting to jerk, and penises becoming erect and start spewing semen. And finally, she experienced the thrilling and highly erotic excitement while three unfortunate young men, randomly selected from a group of arriving captives, being impaled on spits while still alive and suffering slow and excruciating deaths while revolving over red hot coals.

Of all the ways she had seen naked young men dying, this last method was, by far, the most exciting. Especially when seeing limp penises starting to swell until becoming rigid and then spewing steam and boiling semen. She found these exciting events not only highly erotic, but in so doing, appearing to make a final offering to confirm the role of becoming meat to be consumed by her and other members of a far superior sex.

In fact, Cindy’s life had been filled with so much thrilling excitement and happiness, she failed to realize how quickly time was passing. It came as somewhat of a surprised one day when, after riding on the beach, she was walking back with Janice who remarked that it would soon be time for her slave to be ‘put down’. She then said: “We have accumulated enough culls to make an exciting and amusing spectacle of being put into the arena with the lionesses. It’s scheduled for the day after tomorrow. I don’t think you’ve said if you’ve made a decision on your slave being with them, but the timing would be good since he won’t be around much longer anyway. Frankly, I’d like to see what that asshole, who seems to think he actually wants to die in this manner, would do if actually coming face to face with our pets.”

Cindy laughed and said: “I’d like to find out also, but I also like the thought of eating his roasted fat cock and plump balls. It’s tempting though, and I’ll give it some thought.” “Sounds good.” Janice said. “Since your slave’s time is almost up either way, it won’t matter if his balls get damaged. A lot of us like to subject slaves that are soon going to be ‘put down’ to, shall we say, somewhat more intense sessions than usual. If you’re interested, I’ll tell you a method you can use that’s a favorite for many of us, including myself. I especially enjoyed doing it to that useless creature I chose to be roasted on a spit.” Cindy said she was interested so Janice proceeded to tell her what that particular method would entail. When it had been explained, a smile came on Cindy’s face that could only be described as sinister.

When Robert was laying spread-eagle on the floor that night with his penis tied in an erect state, he was anticipating his sex organs being severely beaten with her small leather whip. Instead of picking up the whip, however, she reached for a small box, and said: “No whipping tonight lucky boy.” She then sat between his spread legs where he was unable to see as she picked up and opened a plastic box.

Inside was an alcohol-soaked cotton pad that had a number of thick, four-inch-long needles sticking in it. She pulled Robert’s rigid penis toward her, withdrew a needle, and said, “Let’s see now, where should I begin? I think the head would be a good place, don’t you?” In having no idea what she was talking about, Robert made no reply, but he suddenly uttered a shrill scream as a needle entered the head of his penis at the v-shaped apex underneath and exited in front of the flared ridge. Before he had time to recover, he uttered another scream as a second needle pierced the head going sideways.

Robert’s screams increased in intensity as she started sticking needles through the shaft and alternating from being pierced going sideways and then upward through the urethra and out the top. But when she started pushing a needle into his left testicle going lengthwise, his screams became shrill shrieks at such high pitch that it didn’t seem possible of being uttered by an adult male. His shrieks continued unabated as more needles followed until both testicles resembled pin cushions. His agony became so excruciating that he passed out about the same time as Cindy was running out of needles.

“Didn’t enjoy that huh?” Cindy said to an unconscious Robert. “Well I sure did! Janice said this would be both exciting and a lot of fun, and she was right on both counts. But it has made me horny as hell, so I guess I’ll have to pull these lovely needles out, so I can do something about it. But, I won’t you to also enjoy them being removed.”

Cindy reached for a pitcher of water and, gleefully, poured the entire contents on his face. Robert was shocked back to consciousness while sputtering and coughing that soon became loud moans from feeling severe pain from needles embedded in what, by far, were the most sensitive parts of his male body. But, once again, he started uttering shrill shrieks when Cindy started to slowly pull needles from his testicles. This time, however, he passed-out much sooner, and Cindy allowed him to remain unconscious while not only removing the remaining needles, but when mounting his rigid penis and riding it in a wild frenzy. It was only when falling forward onto his chest after experiencing a fifth exhilarating orgasm that he slowly began to recover.

When Robert awoke the next morning, his penis, and especially his testicles, continued to throb, and it was only gradually that it subsided into becoming a dull ache. But, despite his diminishing pain, Robert found himself becoming increasingly concerned at the way Cindy kept giving him lingering glances. The looks did not appear threatening, but she seemed to be contemplating something that would involve him, and if so, whatever it might be, it would surely would not be good for him. Especially after what she had done to him the previous night that, by far, exceeded any agony she had inflicted on him in the past.

In this respect, Robert was correct. Cindy was giving serious thought as to what his fate would be. She was indeed curious to see how he would react if actually being confronted by the lionesses the following day, but she also wanted to enjoy the pleasure and excitement of eating his impressive manhood and other parts of his body. And, in addition, she was finding it strange to look at him and know that, one way or another, he would soon be dead. Instead of causing any sadness or concern, however, she found the awareness being somewhat pleasing and exciting to contemplate.

Later in the day, Cindy saw Janice and told her that, although seriously tempted to see what he would do, she couldn’t quite bring herself to decide on having her slave being put in the arena. Janice suggested taking him along and tying him to a tree. If at any time while watching the event, if Cindy decided to have him being put in with the others, a signal could be given to several women Janice would have standing by. Cindy thought this was a great idea.

The concerns Robert had felt the previous day, increased as he followed Cindy and Janice along a path through the forest. He had walked down this path many times while carrying a bloodstained basket. But, this time, he was not carrying a basket, and a number of cheerful women were walking the same way and many looking at him in a questioning, yet amusing manner. Something definitely was going on, but what? The only thing he knew was that they were walking toward the arena where the lionesses were kept.

Cindy had told him that, occasionally, groups of men were put in the arena for women to watch being killed and eaten by the beast, and after he had admitted that being killed and eaten by lions had been a longtime fantasy of his, she had laughed and said she might consider him being included the next time it was done. Had she been telling the truth? And if so, was this actually going to be his fate after fantasizing about it for so many years?
The thought made a cold chill go through him. Since early childhood, he had believed this was something he really wanted. But if so, why was he suddenly afraid? It didn’t help when, after arriving at the arena, he was tied to a tree outside while Janice and Cindy, along with other women, went up the ramp and entered – leaving him alone to wonder what his fate was going to be.

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Fiction / Re: THE ISLAND (Final Chapters)

« on: April 08, 2019, 10:26:35 AM »

Chapter 17

Janice and Cindy rode after the barking hounds, and after traveling a considerable distance, they came to a large area of dense undergrowth. The dogs cautiously entered the heavy foliage and soon started barking excitedly in a manner indicating their quarry had been located. “I guess he’s not so clever after all.” Janice said. “Although I don’t know how we’re going to get him out of there. “If I knew he was going to pull a stunt like this, I would have brought one of the Dobermans.” Cindy said: “Well at least we know where he is. I’ll try to get Sally in there and see if I can flush him out.”

Sally was reluctant to enter what appeared to be a dense thicket, but when finally doing so at Cindy’s calm urging, it was found the vegetation had no brambles and parted fairly easily. When they reached the barking dogs, Sally was startled and reared up when a naked man suddenly broke from a well concealed hiding place and started running franticly while making thrashing sounds. “Here he comes, Janice!” Cindy cried out as she spurred her horse in pursuit. “Good work!” Janice said when Cindy and Sally emerged from the undergrowth. “Let’s just go fast enough to keep him in sight until he tires.” She then called out: “Tally-ho, the chase is on!”

To Cindy, the chase was quite thrilling. And, although having no difficulty in keeping their quarry in sight, following a naked man fleeing in desperate panic and knowing she would soon see him lying lifeless, proved to be an exciting adventure. Despite being a hopeless endeavor from the start, the man’s fear filled adrenalin enabled him to run a considerable distance before his frantic pace began to slacken. “You’re the one that flushed him, so you deserve bringing him down.” Janice said as they slowed to a canter. Although tempted, Cindy shook her head and said: “No, we’ll stick to our agreement that each of us would make a kill.”

At that moment, the exhausted man stumbled and fell on his hands and knees which gave Janice time to halt Midnight, pull her bow over her head while reaching for an arrow. She had the arrow drawn and aimed by the time he staggered to his feet, and when released a moment later, the razor-sharp point plunged into his back between the shoulder blades. He uttered a loud cry and fell forward to lay unmoving on his stomach. Cindy giggled when seeing the underside of his downward pointing penis and scrotum being visible between widespread legs. She then said: “It’s time for me to congratulate you for making an excellent shot.”

“Well, it looks like you got yourself a ‘hunk’ also.” Cindy said in an admiring tone after the young man had been turned on his back. “I guess you’re right, although not to the extent of yours – especially his cock and balls.” Janice replied. “But he’s one of my better-looking kills and definitely deserves becoming a trophy. I’ve got to remember to thank Debby for selecting these two impressive males for us to hunt.” Janice took a rope from her saddle bag, tied one end around an ankle, and used Midnight to drag the limp body under a low branch of a nearby tree, and he was soon hanging in the same degrading manner as had Cindy’s now cooling victim.

While waiting for the body to bleed, Janice let Cindy amuse herself by once again playing with the limp penis and testicles of a naked young man hanging lifeless before her. After this, Janice sliced open the abdomen, cut through both sides of the breastbone, pulled it out, and removed the intestines and internal organs in a large mass. “I need you to show me how to do that.” Cindy said. “I will after you’ve had a little more practice.” Janice replied.

The women in the village had seen so many young men’s naked bodies being brought in, that they gave them little notice. But this changed when Janice and Cindy rode by with their impressive kills. In being the first time for seeing bodies draped over the rumps of horses, every woman they passed, stopped and looked with amused expressions as they rode by.
 
When the bodies had been carried into the processing hut, they were asked what cuts they would like to be cooked for their evening meal, and both decided on a grilled breast. They then left to enjoy another exhilarating ride on the beach. And since Cindy stopped by the stable to remove her western saddle, she again enjoyed an extremely pleasing and erotic sensation as her wet, swollen vulva and engorged clitoris were being rhythmically ground back and forth on Sally’s bare back.


Later, Cindy’s pride and sexual excitement surged to extreme heights when eating the tender and delicious grilled breast of the handsome and muscular young man that had fallen victim to her well-placed arrow. In addition, while telling a dismayed Robert what she and Janice had done and then showing him the picture of her standing proudly beside the disemboweled body of her kill, it resulted in causing her to visualize graphic and highly exciting images of what had occurred. When seeing the way her eyes were flashing with excitement, Robert found himself filled with dread in knowing he was going to suffer an excruciating ordeal exceeding those he was being forced to endure on a daily basis. Yet, despite this extreme dread, after being tied spread-eagle on the floor, he was unable to keep from again becoming erect when looking at Cindy standing naked above him. The ordeal he was forced to endure afterward had indeed been extremely excruciating and prolonged.

On the following morning, Cindy was still feeling the exciting effects of the previous day. It was of such extent that she gave an appearance of seeming to glow when Janice came to her hut and said: “I’ve been telling others about your archery skills, but I’m afraid there are a lot of skeptics. If it’s ok with you, I’d like you to give a demonstration.” Cindy felt uncomfortable when hearing this. She felt it might give an appearance of her trying to show off which didn’t appeal to her in the least, but she owed a great deal to Janice who, for some reason, seemed quite eager for the event to take place.

“Well, if some targets are set up, I’ll give it a try, but I’m afraid it would be somewhat boring to watch.” Cindy said in an unenthusiastic tone.  “Oh, I have something in mind that I don’t think will be boring for either you or the spectators.” Janice said. “What if your targets are flesh and blood?” “What!” Cindy exclaimed. “I know the meat of pigs is used to feed males, and if you’re talking about me shooting some of them the answer is no. I’ve never killed an animal, and I don’t intend to start now.”  “That’s not true.” Janice said with a mischievous smile, “I saw you kill an animal just yesterday, and he wasn’t your first. They are animals you know. And I don’t mean just acting like them.”

“You want me to use a man as a target?” Cindy asked. “Shooting one in a hunt is one thing, but killing a guy tied to a post or something, not only would not be a challenge, but not very entertaining to watch.” “What if it’s more than one, and they are not being tied to anything?” Janice asked. Cindy paused and then said: “If they’re not tied to anything, they would be able to run. I think I remember telling you that I’ve never shot at a moving target, and if they’re running, I’d probably miss and end up being embarrassed.” “Let me explain.” Janice said. “They will not be running, and although they will be moving, it will be quite slow. It will be at a fairly long distance of slightly more than the first male you brought down so, although somewhat lengthy, it should not be considered excessive – at least not excessive for you. It will, however, look to be quite excessive for those that will be watching.”

“If you agree, instead of hanging another twelve males tomorrow as had been planned, they’ll be taken to the arena where we keep the lionesses. The gate will be closed to keep them inside the cave. Ropes will have been dropped over the cliff, and the males will be told they’re going to be shot at with arrows and killed unless they can climb up and make it over the top. You will be standing in the first row and will not begin shooting until they start climbing. As I said, it’s a fair distance so it will present a challenge to see how many you can bring down in what will be a somewhat limited time frame. Oh, and to make it even more of a challenge, you will only have thirteen arrows. Well, what do you think of the idea?”

Cindy was so stunned that it took a while for her to reply. But during this time, the thought of killing up to twelve naked men with arrows had an appeal that was becoming increasingly exciting to contemplate. When finally answering, she tried to appear nonchalant, but the attempt was betrayed by her eyes seeming to sparkle with excitement. “Well, I’ll give it a try if that’s what you want.” She said. “I just hope I don’t make a fool of myself.” “I’m sure that want happen.” Janice said with obvious delight. “I think there might be some friendly wagering going on in trying to guess how many will be laying at the bottom of the cliff when it’s over. After seeing you in action, I’m going to bet on it being all of them. Well I’ve got some arrangements to make. I’ll come by for you in the morning.

After Janice left, Cindy found herself tingling with excitement. (Yes, such was the extraordinary extent of how much this young woman had changed in a remarkably short time.) As the day wore on, however, she became increasingly apprehensive. It had nothing to do with having any concern at the thought of killing twelve young men in cold blood in what would be nothing more than a bizarre spectator sport, but rather in being afraid she might end up being embarrassed. She had always been nervous when participating in a match with her college team but had managed to control the butterflies in her stomach and concentrate on the targets. But she had never performed alone in front of not only a large audience, but one she desperately wanted to please.

It was for this reason that Cindy’s stomach was churning the next morning as she walked with Janice down a path they had traveled many times, but never when being accompanied by a group of cheerful women. When reaching the arena, it didn’t help when seeing a much larger group had already arrived. It also didn’t help that, when standing at the place where she would be performing her deadly deeds, she had to wait while even more cheerful women came in, and although she had looked at the cliff many times when feeding the lions, it had never seemed so far away. When the last of the women finally arrived, it looked like the entire village had turned out which didn’t help Cindy’s anxiety in the least. But when twelve frighten naked young men accompanied by several women holding leashes to fierce looking dogs came into view, she felt a strange sensation of such extent it helped to overcome some of her apprehension. The sensation came from realizing that, in a very short time, she would not only be seeing at least some of these men lying dead at the base of the cliff, but they would have become dead because of her.

The men were covering themselves with their hands while looking around in bewildered confusion, and their faces were glowing with acute embarrassment. Their reactions only served to enhance the strange sensation Cindy was feeling. She might not be able to kill all of them, but surly some, and those that fell victim would no longer be capable of feeling embarrassment or, for that matter, capable of feeling anything ever again. And later today, their young male bodies will become nothing more than sides of meat hanging in the storage room with others and, in so doing, destined to be cooked and eaten by women.
 
It soon became apparent that these men had no awareness of why they were here until a woman walked up and, in a loud voice, announced what was going to happen. The explanation was quite brief. She paused a moment and then said: “When hearing a horn, you will run to the cliff and start climbing one of the ropes. I advise doing it as fast as possible because, while you’re on a rope, an extremely skilled woman is going to be shooting at you with very sharp, steel pointed arrows.” The woman then turned and walked away while red faces started turning pale and, for some, hands covering genitals falling away in dismay to hang limply at their sides while forgetting all thoughts of modesty.

Even though Cindy had known what to expect, she was surprised when a horn sounded much sooner than anticipated.  Apparently, it was felt that no time should be wasted, or maybe it was an attempt to catch her off guard and make her task more difficult. After a brief startled moment, the men started running toward the cliff, and it was only then she noticed each one had a black circle painted between their shoulder blades. Despite the circumstances, she was soon enjoying the amusing sight of bouncing, rippling motion of plump buttocks, and although unable to see, it took little imagination to visualize the even more amusing activity taking place between their legs. If fact, the distraction caught her being unprepared when the fastest men reached the cliff and started frantically climbing ropes.
 
But Cindy quickly recovered, and she took her bow, notched an arrow, and pulled it back full length. Once again, hours of practice controlled her actions so that, without giving conscious thought, the arrow was soon in flight. A loud cheer went up when the sharp point plunged into the circle on one of the men’s back. He uttered a loud scream that ended abruptly when hitting rocks at the base of the cliff.

In hearing the agonizing cry, the other men started desperately trying to climb faster. But it made little difference when, a moment later, another scream was cut short when hitting the rocks. Cindy was somewhat surprised in having little difficulty as more and more terrified men fell victim to her deadly aim and joined others lying sprawled at the base of the cliff. In fact, her growing confidence became such that she mischievously began waiting until a man was almost at the top of the cliff before letting an arrow fly.

A great deal of laughing and cheering had been taking place during all of this, but Cindy managed to keep it from being a distraction. When only one man remained, she let him reach the top of the cliff and was starting to pull himself over the edge before scoring a perfect bullseye in the black circle on his back. Although uttering a scream during his long fall, it was drowned out by a cheering that eclipsed all others. When he lay sprawled at the base of the cliff with his likewise lifeless companions, a spontaneous applause broke out which caused Cindy to turn and give a tentative wave while blushing profusely.

It was only when turning back that Cindy was able to take in the full magnitude of what she had done. All of the young men that, only a short time before, had been alive and experiencing embarrassment and then extreme fear,  now lay broken and lifeless at the base of the cliff. And since most of them had landed on their backs, the limp genitals they had earlier attempted to conceal, were now not only being put on prominent display, but laying in thick patches of pubic hair that made them even more noticeable. A feeling of unreality swept over Cindy in realizing she had just ended the lives of twelve young men with remarkable ease. But as her eyes went from one sprawled body after another, a surge of thrilling excitement seemed to explode within her that was accompanied by experiencing an exhilarating feeling of feminine power and pride.

Janice stood close by, but in wanting her young friend to enjoy this moment to the fullest, she waited a respectful time before offering enthusiastic congratulations. “I knew you were good.” She said. “But I never expected anything like this! You hit every circle but two, and both of those were missed by only several inches. Three of them looked to be in the very center. Well I won my wager that if you killed all twelve, and did not need the extra arrow, you would be able to choose the cock and balls from any one of them for your meal tonight, and believe me, no one will argue that you don’t justly deserve them. That was an extremely impressive, exhilarating, and exciting performance we all enjoyed to the fullest.” Janice glanced at the cliff and said with a laugh: “Except for those jokers laying over there I guess, but I don’t think any of them will complain. Well, let’s go over and take a closer look at your handiwork so you can select the cock and balls you would like to dine on tonight.
    
Cindy’s excitement surged even higher when hearing that, tonight, she would not only be enjoying the delightful cooked penis and testicles of yet another young man she had slain, but that she could choose the ones she would prefer eating. While walking toward the cliff with Janice, it felt as though her feet were hardly touching the ground. When coming closer, however, the harsh reality of what had occurred became readily apparent. The men’s faces clearly registered the expressions they had been experiencing at the moment of death. Gaping mouths uttering silent screams combined with wide staring eyes expressing what could only be described as looks of sheer terror.

The realization she had been responsible for causing these young men to experience such utter horror, while plunging to their deaths, had a sobering effect on Cindy’s buoyant mood. But, it soon returned when she started going from one body to another, while looking intently between their legs, in trying to decide on which sex organs she would choose to become her evening meal. And, in so doing, she felt an exciting urge to reach down, squeeze limp shafts, and roll testicles about within scrotums. But she didn’t want to give an appearance of being overly greedy by trying to determine texture and quality so, with some difficulty, she resisted the temptation.

It was for this reason she passed bodies with impressive manhood and, when finally making a selection, chose a penis of average size whose only notable feature was the flared head having a prominent ridge she thought looked to be quite appealing. It was only then that she reached down to touch and did so with extreme excitement and enthusiasm. In so doing, her swollen and wet vulva and strutted clitoris became even more so as she fondled the still warm penis and testicles of her lifeless victim.

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Fiction / Re: THE ISLAND (Final Chapters)

« on: April 08, 2019, 10:24:49 AM »

Chapter 16

Later, when walking with Janice down the same path they had taken on her first night, Cindy was so filled with excitement that she gave little thought to where she was. She barely noticed grinning skulls on bamboo post reflecting reddish glow of alternating torches. The latter, however, was due to these items having become a common sight. When native drums started sounding, however, the rhythmic beat brought back a remembrance of that exciting and eventful first night, and in so doing, it came as a shock when realizing all the exciting things she had experienced in a relatively short amount of time.  So much had happened that it seemed as if months had passed since walking with Janice down this same path. Even when entering the bamboo fenced enclosure, and seeing the wooden seating, it still seemed as though months had passed since she and Janice had sat in them.

But her excitement returned when seeing Janice’s young slave tied spread-eagle on the heavy wooden table with a large bed of glowing coals beyond him. It was of such extent that it caused her to lose all thought of wondering about the passage of time. When taking a seat next to Janice, her attention stayed focused on the naked youth who was sobbing uncontrollably. Most of the women around them thought his crying was amusing, but Janice only mumbled under her breath. It was only when he started uttering horrific screams when the woman that had disemboweled Frank, while still alive, started doing the same to him that Janice chuckled and said: “Now that, I can enjoy!” This time, Cindy not only felt no queasiness when seeing intestines and internal organs being methodically removed from a young man’s living body, she was watching it being done while feeling a great deal of excitement.

The boy’s agonizing screams only stopped when the spit entered his esophagus and emerge from his mouth. But as it had been with Frank, when the pointed end was unscrewed, loud moans could be heard. By the time he started revolving over red hot coals, Cindy found it hard to believe the extent she had become wet. And she became even wetter, while watching the degrading yet highly amusing and exciting activity taking place between his revolving legs. When death finally came after suffering unbelievable agony, Cindy stared intently when his penis started to swell and causing the movement becoming increasingly pronounced and heavier as he continued to turn. Her excited attention became so fixed that she unknowingly started rubbing a strutted nipple with one hand while the other massaged the wet and swollen folds between her legs. This time, however, in having seen this incredible and exciting spectacle occur on a lifeless male body when being roasted, she did not gape in disbelief. But in knowing what was going to occur, her excited anticipation was rapidly building. When his penis became strutted and rigid to the fullest extent possible, her teeming emotions had become almost unbearable.

The spit stopped revolving with the body facing up, and in knowing what to expect, Cindy’s flashing eyes were glued on the extremely strutted head from which juices were bubbling and sputtering from a gaping hole. When steam started spewing out, she increased the intensity of rubbing between her legs and stared intently for the slightest change. When the steam mixed with sputtering juices became milky in color, her extremely swollen clitoris started getting all of the attention, and even though still being a novice at watching such an extraordinary phenomenon, her timing couldn’t have been better to such a point that when boiling semen and steam erupted with extreme force, they were still spewing when she uttered a loud cry, and jerked as her vagina exploded in a massive orgasm. This time, however, instead of being embarrassed as had happened previously, when finally recovering from the exhilarating throes, she looked at Janice while displaying a wide grin, felt he top of her head, and said: “Whew! It’s still there. I thought it might have really come off this time!”

Janice and Cindy were later walking behind the youth’s roasted and still spitted body being carried, feet first, along the path to the picnic area. It was golden brown and wet with cooked juices that glistened and reflected the reddish glow of torch light. Cindy was enjoying the fantastic aroma of roasted human male meat. She was also enjoying looking at the strutted head of the youth’s still rigid penis pointing in her direction and dripping juices from a gaping hole. But her attention on this exciting object was interrupted when Janice said: “That asshole definitely made a much better live roast than he did a slave. The one I got to replace him is twenty-two. This one was only eighteen, and I knew I might be taking a chance in picking one that young. But I never dreamed he would turn out being so utterly pathetic. Well, being eighteen didn’t keep him from having a fairly impressive package, so I’m going to let him make a rather tasty contribution for all the trouble and frustration he caused!

When, after enjoying a delicious meal and being amused at the spiteful way Janice had eaten her slave’s roasted penis and testicles, Cindy’s excitement from watching another human male being roasted while still alive on a revolving spit, remained extremely high. And when entering her hut, Robert cringed when seeing a look of wildness on her face. He had come to know that such looks meant he was going to suffer an exceptionally severe and agonizing ordeal. But although knowing it would be extremely painful, he had no idea the severity of the prolonged lashing of his penis and testicles would be the most vicious of any he had been forced to endure. It would be of such extent that, in addition to twisting and bucking from excruciating pain being savagely administered to his thrashing sex organs, he was afraid of suffocating from the intensity of her wet and swollen folds pressing against his nose and mouth that, although uttering shrill screams, they were being muffled.
 When it was finally over, and Cindy was riding his rigid penis in a manner that was almost in an uncontrollable frenzy, he lost track of the number of times she cried out and fell forward on his heaving chest, only to soon be riding him again with such force his pelvis was constantly jarring. When her last massive climax finally exploded within her, even with his penis being tightly tied and having become quite numb, he felt her vagina clamp around it with a force he didn’t know possible for what he had thought was one of the more delicate parts of a woman’s body. It had clamped on him before, but never with such intense pressure.
The next day was Cindy’s and Janice’s turn to use their slaves for taking meat to the lions. When entering the storage room, Robert gave little notice to the sides of meat hanging from hooks as he walked to the back and, in showing no emotion, picked up a heavy bloodstained woven basket. Janice’s new slave, however, stopped and gaped in disbelief in finding it almost beyond his ability to comprehend what his eyes were seeing. It was only when Janice barked at him that he stumbled after Robert and, although gagging when seeing what was in the baskets, he quickly diverted his gaze and managed to pick one up without losing the contents of his stomach.
 
When arriving at their destination, it was Janice’s slave and not Robert that was having difficulty carrying his load. But, when feeding the female lions, as he had done on previous occasions, Robert did it while imagining it was his body being ferociously eaten instead of men’s severed arms and lower legs.           

As Janice and Cindy watched the lionesses gorging themselves on human male meat, Cindy said: “I’ve been wondering about something. I think it would be a lot of fun to hunt males from horseback. Has that ever been done?” Janice shrugged her shoulders and said: “It would be rather unwieldy and dangerous to have a lot of women riding around in the woods. And even if it could be coordinated in some way, there are very few of us that are skilled in both riding and archery. In fact, I can think of only you and myself that would not be more of a danger to themselves than their prey. But you’re right. It would indeed be a lot of fun. Let me think about it and see what I can come up with.”

It was later that evening that Janice came to Cindy’s hut and said: “Well, its’ been arranged. In the morning, two of our more athletic males are going to be released in the woods. They will be told they are going to be hunted by women on horseback and using dogs to track them. This will not only require trying to conceal their trail, but also putting as much distance as possible between themselves and our starting point. We’ll begin hunting right after lunch, but one thing I’m going to insist on is that you use a western saddle.” “No problem!” Cindy said while finding it hard to control her enthusiasm. “I wouldn’t think of riding bareback while galloping through the woods. This is going to be fantastic! Thanks a lot Janice!” “You’re welcome.” Janice replied and then added: “But I should be thanking you since this is your idea. Oh! Since it will just be you and me and not a regular hunt, it would be unfair for us to get the cocks and balls of these males. They can be stuffed and mounted, along with the heads, and become our trophies, but the meat will go to the women that are next on the list to receive the cocks and balls of non-slaves.”

The next morning, Cindy watched another group of slaves being ‘put down’ and disemboweled by the same kindly looking woman as before. Although again finding the experience being exciting in an eerie way, her thoughts were primarily directed toward the upcoming hunt. It was for this reason that, after lunch, she was in a high-spirited mood as she and Janice were trotting along a trail that led to where two naked young men had been released that morning. Both she and Janice had a bow slung across their back, and a quiver of arrows hanging from saddle horns. When arriving at their destination, a woman holding two beagles on leashes was waiting. When they dismounted, Cindy petted the friendly hounds and asked Janice in an amused tone: “Are these some of the ferocious attack dogs you were telling me about?” “Oh, we have some that are indeed ferocious, but when it comes to tracking, Betty and Susan can’t be beat.” “Why does it not surprise me that they’re girls.” Cindy said with a laugh.

When the dogs were released, they quickly picked up a scent and took off running while uttering deep throated howls. Cindy and Janice started after them in a gallop. In addition to ducking under low hanging branches, Cindy had to constantly look ahead to be ready when Sally would have to jump over logs and other obstructions. The fast pace ended, however, when the dogs lost the scent at a stream. Janice and Cindy each took a dog and started searching both sides going upstream until coming to a high waterfall. It was cascading over a shear rock face that could not have been climbed by naked men with no rock-climbing equipment.

They returned to where the dogs had lost the scent and started searching both sides going downstream. After traveling a considerable distance without success, Janice noticed a low branch hanging over the stream and called out to Cindy: “That branch looks like it’s strong enough to hold them, and they might have pulled themselves up and crawled along it to the trunk. If we let the dogs sniff around the base of the tree, I’ll bet we’ll pick up the trail again.”

“Damn, I thought I had the bastards figured had out!” Janice said a short time later when the dogs failed to find a scent. “Maybe they’re hiding up there.” Cindy said while looking up at an extremely dense canopy high above, “It’s so thick we could be looking right at them and not know it. Wait a minute, I think I see what might be a patch of skin through a small opening up there towards the top. Come take a look.” “It’s hard to tell, but it could be one of them.” Janice said after Cindy had pointed out a small opening in the leaves. “But it’s worth taking a shot if you think you can get an arrow through that tiny space.” “I’ll give it a try.” Cindy said. She took her bow and an arrow, aimed at the small opening in the leaves, and when the target became fixed, her fingers slid from the taunt bowstring. The released arrow missed the opening slightly, and although going through what looked to be heavy foliage, it failed to hit anything solid enough to impede its flight. That is, nothing impeded the flight until the steel point of the arrow embedded itself deep in the chest of a young man that was clinging to a large limb.

Although unable to see what had happened, a thrill went through Cindy when hearing a cry of anguish. But her joy faded when nothing happened afterward. “Well, you definitely hit one of them.” Janice said while looking up. “But we’ll never get the bastard down if he’s gotten hung up on something up there.” Cindy’s dismay increased as several minutes passed. She was about to give up when a snapping sound was heard that was soon followed by others until a man’s naked body broke through the high canopy, bounced off a limb, and fell a short distance before hitting another. More and more limbs were struck before he hit the ground with a loud thud. He then lay motionless on his side in a sprawled position. Open unseeing eyes gave clear evidence of him no longer being alive. “Once again, I find myself being amazed at your archery skills.” Janice said as she dismounted. “That was an excellent shot.” “Thanks!” Cindy said with excited enthusiasm as she also dismounted. “For a minute, I was afraid you were right about him getting hung-up on something and no way of getting him down.”

“Well, when he did come down, it was in a rather spectacular manner,” Janice said while walking up to the lifeless body. She lifted the sideways dangling penis with a toe and said: “Not bad at all, this fat cock and those plump balls will make some lucky woman a delicious meal tonight.” She then put a foot on the young man’s hip and, in an indifferent manner, shoved him on his back with such force that it caused his penis to flop from one side to the other. “My.., my..!” she said. “Come take a look at your kill. I think this fellow is what women in the outside world would call being quite a ‘hunk’!” Cindy beamed with pride and excitement when she looked and saw that Janice was right. By almost any woman’s standards, this was indeed a ‘hunk’ lying before her with a handsome face, thick neck, broad shoulders, large well developed chest, washboard abs merging into a flat abdomen, and of primary importance, an extremely impressive penis lying sideways in a bushy thatch of pubic hair, and also, equally impressive oval bulges visible within a loose scrotum hanging between his smooth and muscular thighs. There could be little doubt that, whenever walking on a beach, he had received many lingering and admiring glances from women of all ages.

“Get the rope from your saddlebag.” Janice said after giving Cindy time to admire her impressive kill. “We need to get him hung, bled out, and gutted, before we can start looking for the other one.” After being handed a rope, Janice tied one end around the young man’s left ankle, tossed it over a low limb, looped the other end around Midnight’s saddle horn, and used the horse to pull the body up until it was suspended with his right leg, bent back at the knee and hanging sideways in a manner that gave an unobstructed view of the underside of his long, thick penis and bulging scrotum dangling upside-down in a highly demeaning manner.

After the rope had been secured, Cindy, in no longer needing to be given instructions, used a sharp knife to make two small but deep cuts in each side of the neck and then sliced both wrists. While waiting for the blood to drain from the lifeless body, she amused herself by playing with the limp penis and rolling the testicles within the scrotum. In so doing, she was soon feeling a variety of teeming emotions; a strange yet exciting feeling of unreality of the naked body of an unknown man hanging lifeless before her as she mischievously played with his impressive sex organs; experiencing a pleasing feeling of fierce pride at having reduced such a large and muscular young man’s body, that was more than twice her size, succumbing to such degrading treatment; and last but not least, a growing sense of heightened excitement that was purely sexual to such a point that she became extremely wet while having an intense tingling sensation between her legs.

After the body had drained of blood, Cindy took a knife, and with her excitement surging, sliced open the abdomen, and started removing internal organs. As had happened when doing this with Sam, she experienced a strange feeling of eeriness as she disemboweled the naked body of a human male. A human male that she had caused to become lifeless. When finished, she was once again in an excited daze. Her excitement continued when she washed her blood covered hands and arms in the stream. It surged even higher when she proudly posed for a picture standing next to her kill while reaching around a thigh and, as she had done with Sam, rested a hand on his scrotum. She then led Sally next to what had become a disemboweled carcass and, with Janice’s help, draped it over the horse’s broad back with legs splayed and providing a clear view of what dangled between. After securing him with leather straps attached to the back of the saddle, Cindy mounted and then reached back to squeeze a plump buttock.

“I guess the only thing to do is continue searching downstream.” Janice said after she had also mounted. “I’ve been looking up in the tree while you were working, and I can’t see any sign of the other one. As they were starting to leave, however, one of the dogs had wandered off a short distance and uttered an excited howl and started off to soon be joined by the other. “The bastard must have climbed out along another limb and dropped off instead of coming down the trunk,” Janice said. “I have to admit, for a male, that’s being fairly clever, and it almost worked. Well, let’s go find him.”

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Fiction / THE ISLAND (Final Chapters)

« on: April 08, 2019, 10:14:03 AM »

Chapter 15

Robert’s beating had been so severe that it took until almost lunchtime before he regained enough strength of being able to walk, unsteadily, to their hut. After slowly managing to eat his meal, Cindy lost no time in tying him on the floor while ignoring his mummering protest. His weaken condition made it more difficult to stimulate an erection, but by skillfully using her mouth, one was finally achieved, and she quickly tied it at the base to keep it that way. It might have been thought that Robert’s weakened condition would have resulted in Cindy treating him with less severity. But, with her excitement and pride remaining high from having so utterly defeated the much larger and stronger body of a naked male, the opposite was the case that was demonstrated when, with great gusto, she lashed his helpless and conveniently offered sex with such savagery that, once again, he became unconscious and was unaware of her, while staring with rapt fixation at the mounted head and sex organs of a young man she had both known and slain, riding Robert’s rigid penis in such a heighten frenzy that, after multiple intense orgasms, she lay on his chest for almost an hour before finally getting up. 

It was while Cindy was laying on Robert that he finally regained consciousness, but even though being aware of her soft breasts pressing against his chest, and his penis fully embedded within her warm and wet vagina, his exhausted and extremely painful state was of such extent, he was incapable of feeling any pleasure.
When Cindy finally disengaged from Robert, she untied his still erect penis and was surprised in seeing that, instead of gushing expected thick streams of semen she had been prepared to catch in her mouth, only a small amount meekly flowed out. But even this caused her to feel a surge of pride because surely, his body’s inability to perform this manly function had to be the result of the devastating punishment she had administered. In seeing he was now awake, she stood up and dangled the small whip above his face and said: “You can blame Sam for any pain this one caused you also. She then lay on her comfortable bed to rest and, although remaining somewhat fatigued, she was experiencing a high degree of blissful contentment.

The next two days were uneventful for Cindy. That is, if having prolonged sessions that were severely excruciating for Robert and highly exciting and erotic for her could, by now, be considered uneventful. The third day, however, proved to be an unbelievably exciting one. Janice came by that morning and asked Cindy if she would like to watch some males being hung. An excited look came on her face and she squealed: “Would I ever!” Later, when leaving with Janice and going to the same area where Jordan had met his fate, Cindy was greeted by the sight of twelve trembling, naked young men with hands tied behind their backs. And, as it had been with Jordan, they were standing on sections of upright tree trunks. All of them had a noose around their neck, but none of the ropes were over the wooden beam above them. That was soon remedied, however, when several women started throwing the ropes over the beam that were then pulled tight and tied to stakes driven in the ground - leaving the victims standing on tiptoes with their heads cocked at an angle.

While this was taking place, a woman started handing out small cubes of wood with numbers on them. Cindy asked what they were for, and Janice said it was to select the women who would pull away the wedges being used for holding the supports upright. When the noose around the neck of the last victim had been pulled tight, a mummer of anticipation began going through the crowd of women that had gathered to watch. But it died down when seeing the woman that had handed out the numbered cubes walking toward them. She was holding a glass bowl that held similar looking cubes, and when reaching them, she stopped and said: “Is everyone ready?” An enthusiastic cheer went up that then subsided when the woman, while looking away, reached in the bowl, took out a cube, looked at it, and called out a number that was followed by hearing a feminine sounding squeal of delight.

The lighthearted process continued until all selections had been made and, although Cindy’s number had not been called, she was filled with both excitement and anticipation. The twelve happy winners sat on the same bench as had Cindy and Janice with each one being opposite the young male they would hang by pulling on ropes laying at their feet. The woman in charge that had handled the drawing seemed to be waiting on something, but with everything appearing to be in readiness, Cindy had no idea what it might be. It would only be at later hangings she would know the purpose of such a delay was nothing more than to allow suspense to build.

And a building of suspense there was indeed. When the woman that had conducted the drawing raised her right arm, a hush came over the cheerful crowd. But when she started counting down from ten, she was joined by others that grew in volume as the numbers decreased. When reaching zero, a loud cheer went up as the supports fell forward in unison and leaving twelve naked young men hanging by their necks. Moments later, their legs started thrashing to such extent it caused limp penises and scrotums to give an appearance of becoming frantic when suddenly being confronted with impending death.

The sound of women laughter becoming increasingly louder that, despite twelve frantically struggling naked young men slowly dying in a terrifying and agonizing manner, the atmosphere had become quite festive. And, even though this was Cindy’s first time of watching more than one naked man being hung, as had happened during that occasion, she was soon gleefully laughing with the others to such an extent that, once again, tears of mirth flowed freely down her cheeks. And, she did this while feeling no sympathy for the hapless young men slowly dying before her.

As had happened with Jordan, it was only gradually that the struggles began to diminish and coinciding with faces turning a purplish color, and tongues, which had become swollen, protruding from partially open mouths. After hanging motionless for a few moments, Cindy held her breath in anticipation. Her excitement surged when the young men’s bodies started trembling and jerking, and it exploded in unbounded joy and delight when seeing penises beginning to swell and becoming erect, and as Jordan’s had done, start spewing thick streams of semen.

Also, as it had been with Jordan, it was only after the milky colored ejaculations subsided that the death throes gradually diminished until, after a few spasmodic twitches, the lifeless male bodies again hung motionless and, this time, they stayed that way. But like it had also been with Jordan, their penises remained erect. The only difference this time, other than the number being hung, was that the entire incredible episode was being accompanied by the sound of women laughing to such extent that it had been almost deafening. A small group of amused women had been present when Jordan had been hung, but it had been nowhere near the extent of the enthusiastic gaiety being demonstrated.

The almost carnival like atmosphere remained high as the women that had pulled away the wedges, walked up to their lifeless victims, tied nylon cords around the base of penises and scrotums, returned to their seats, and started pulling and releasing the cords to make the bodies swing higher and higher. Cindy’s laughter became almost hysterical as she watched what, to her, was an extremely funny and exciting spectacle. It did not take long before she became awed at the heights being reached. She thought she had made Jordan’s body go fairly high, but it was nothing compared to what she was watching now. The bodies were going so high that, like a swing being pumped to a maximum, they would hesitate when reaching the top, the ropes would become slack and  the victims would fall a short distance before being violently jerked in a manner that caused limp arms and legs to flail about in a number of ways: all of which a group of highly amused women thought were extremely comical – including Cindy.

When the swinging contest came to an end, Cindy had no idea how the winner would be selected since many of the bodies appeared to have been reaching the same heights. She wondered if it had something to do with style points being awarded, or maybe it was nothing more than eeny-meany-miny-mo. But it didn’t seem to matter a great deal since the winner standing, taking a bow, and receiving a round of applause appeared to be the only prize being awarded. Regardless of how the winner had been chosen, however, the hilarious episode had been extremely exciting and amusing to watch.

The activity that followed the swinging contest, seemed to serve the purpose of emphasizing that, despite all the gaiety and amusement being enjoyed, the one and only purpose for young men being slain - a purpose Cindy no longer found difficult to comprehend, but one she had come to view as being truly valid. It started with six wooden tubs being brought out and placed on the ground between the now cooling bodies. Three women Cindy recognized as workers in the processing hut, wearing leather aprons and carrying knives with seriated edges, walked up to the lifeless bodies, and in an almost casual manner, sliced open abdomens, and although not doing it with the speed of the middle-aged woman, disemboweled them by cutting at various places and then pulling everything out in a single mass and dropping it into the nearest tub – the only difference being the men hanging by their necks instead of upside-down.

With three women working, all the bodies were disemboweled in a relatively short period of time - leaving the whiteness of bones alternating with the redness of glistening meat being visible inside empty cavities. When the women finished, Cindy was both surprised and thrilled to see that, even after all of this, the young men’s penises remained erect.

At this point, women started leaving - including Janice. But Cindy stayed to see what would happen next, and she did not have long to wait. A woman leading a horse came into view around the bend of a wide trail through the forest. The horse was pulling a large wooden platform on skids and was being led toward the lifeless bodies. When the platform was beneath a young man hanging at one end, the horse was halted. Two women came up, untied the rope from the stake, and lowered the limp body onto the wooden surface. They removed the noose from his neck, pushed him on his back and spread his legs. The procedure was repeated with the next victim, and it did not take long until all twelve lay on their backs in a pile. But it had been done in a manner that made Cindy wonder if they had been deliberately positioned so that spread legs were visible and in so doing, putting the highly noticeable objects between them on prominent display. The washtubs were put in the front of the sled, and when it started being pulled toward the village, Cindy walked behind and giggled whenever the sled jarred when hitting rough places and causing still erect penises to wobble and oval bulges in scrotums to jiggle.

However, despite walking behind lifeless and disemboweled bodies of twelve naked young men piled on top of one another – all having exciting and amusing erections, Cindy soon found herself giving them little notice. Instead, her thoughts turned to visualizing some of the more exciting scenes she had recently witnessed, such as; naked young men hanging by their necks while kicking in frantic desperation and causing limp manhood to thrash about in highly degrading ways that she and other women found being both exciting and extremely amusing; lifeless male bodies swinging to unbelievable heights being caused by women pulling on cords tied around conveniently offered genitals.

But the scene that came with increasing frequency was in seeing lifeless bodies rapidly jerking in death throes while erect penises gushed thick white streams of semen. And it was in visualizing this highly erotic and exciting scene, over and over, that caused a tingling between her legs (a tingling that had been with her since the very start) to become yet another sensation of a raging fire. It was for this reason that she quickened her pace, walked past the horse pulling its lifeless load of cooling meat, and when reaching her hut, hurried inside.

To say that Robert suffered an extremely painful and prolonged ordeal before the fire was finally extinguished, would be a gross understatement.

When Cindy awoke the next morning, she lay in bed to relish a blissful contentment while finding it hard to believe that waking up and feeling fantastic had become a daily routine. Her thoughts drifted to the previous day, and she found herself wondering how watching young men being hung could have excited and aroused her to such an excessive degree. Her overall opinion of herself was that, deep inside, she hadn’t changed all that much. Yet, she would not only become excited and aroused when subjecting Robert to excruciating pain, sometimes two and three times a day, but she had laughed, almost hysterically, when watching naked young men being hung, and in so doing, had given no thought, whatsoever, of how terrified they must have been when suffering slow and agonizing deaths.

Could she have become a sadist and not realize it? Cindy shook her head and quickly rejected this notion. No, she was still basically the same girl she had always been. Yes, she was sure of that. The only difference was that she had not only come to know and understand her innermost feelings, but she now agreed with the arguments Janice had given when saying their treatment of males was only doing what was intended. But to Cindy, the most convincing argument, by far, was: What other explanation could there be for the flesh of human males being so extraordinarily tender and delicious, especially that of them that is the very essence of being male, if it was not intended for being cooked and eaten by women.

Cindy’s thoughts were interrupted when hearing Robert utter a soft moan. She glanced at him and saw that, although still asleep, he was squirming in a fitful way that made his limp penis flip and jiggle. He was obviously having a bad dream, and she giggled in wondering what nature it might be. In so doing, she thought of a great, although somewhat naughty, way to wake him. She got up, walked silently to pick up her small whip, lashed it across his genitals, and laughed at the way he screamed and jerked when being jolted awake in a rather unpleasant manner. “Wake up sleepyhead,” she laughed as he looked around in bewildered confusion. He remained confused as she got dressed and went to get their breakfast.

Other than making Robert suffer yet another excruciating ordeal, ordeals that had become daily routines, Cindy’s day was uneventful. That is, it was uneventful until Janice came to her hut and said in a disgusted tone: “I’ve always been fairly successful in choosing a slave, but this latest one has been a complete disaster. He starts blubbering whenever I look at him, and I’ve had all I can take. Well, he won’t be blubbering when a spit comes out of his mouth tonight.  He’s caused me so much frustration, I don’t even know if eating his roasted cock and balls will make up for it, but I’m going to give it a damn good try. But one thing for sure, that bastard’s skull will not be over my door. I don’t want anything around to remind me of his sorry ass. Keeping the one that’s up there now will do just fine since it’s a much better reminder of how a slave should behave. Well I’ve got some arrangements to make. I’ll stop by for you when it’s time to go and see him getting what he deserves. See you later.” Janice turned and left without giving Cindy a chance to do anything but listen. In only listening, however, she had become extremely excited. In fact, when Janice arrived as darkness was approaching, it was the first time Cindy had become damp before even leaving for an event.

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Fiction / Re: THE ISLAND (continued)

« on: April 04, 2019, 01:01:46 PM »

Chapter 14

As days passed, Robert became increasingly resigned to the dreadful fate he knew awaited him. At first, even when seeing Cindy eating, with a great deal of excitement, a grilled human penis she said had been Sam’s and then a roasted penis and testicles, still in the scrotum, she said had been Jordan’s, he found it hard to believe the extent of the atrocious activity that she said was being done by the women on this island. But that doubt came to a shocking end when entering the processing hut and seeing young men’s naked bodies being butchered in a well-organized manner.

This realization had only been reinforced when, a few days later, he and Janice’s slave again went to get baskets of men’s severed arms and lower legs for feeding the lions. But, instead of going to the processing hut as before, they went to the place where meat was being stored. And, despite what he had witnessed on that previous occasion, the sight of half torsos and upper thighs of human males hanging in rows in a manner that not only showed intended for only one appalling purpose, but of such quantity that the enormity of what was taking place on this island was no longer being questioned.
 
It had been these events that resulted in Robert realizing his days were indeed numbered and, since he could see no hope of a reprieve, resulted in him becoming increasingly resigned to what was inevitable. The only choice he had was in doing everything possible to avoid suffering the unbelievable horrors that had befallen his friend Frank. If he could manage this, and if his end would be quick and fairly painless as Cindy had said, although having no desire to die, if it was inevitable then that would be a far better way for it to occur. But each time, however, when periodically feeding the lions, an almost mesmerizing feeling would come over him and cause him to ponder a possible alternative. But, whenever contemplating asking for this method of death, his courage would fail even though it meant continuing to suffer excruciating agony each day.

Ten days after Cindy had killed Sam, the supply of meat taken in the hunt was almost depleted, and the time arrived to resume putting down slaves for their meat but mainly, from men being held in the compounds. Since Janice had kept her slave longer than planned, she chose him to be in the first group scheduled to be put down. When the time arrived, Cindy went with Janice to watch how it was going to be done. Upon reaching the processing hut, they walked behind it where a group of women observers were standing. The first thought that came to Cindy was that being ‘put upside-down’ would be a more appropriate term for what she saw. Twelve naked young men with hands tied behind their backs were hanging by their feet from a heavy overhead beam with a wooden tub beneath each one. Their legs were spread, and their eyes displayed looks of fear. But, in knowing pleading would not only be useless, but could result in suffering a far more horrendous death, they all remained silent.

Janice’s slave was hanging at the nearest end of the row, and after waiting a few minutes, a gentle looking, middle-age, woman wearing a leather apron and carrying a large knife with a seriated blade, walked up to him, grabbed a handful of hair, pulled his head back and, without hesitating, slit his bared throat while being careful to avoid being splattered as a thick gush of blood spewed out. She continued down the row, and in less than a minute, the other slaves had received the same deadly treatment. Despite being shocked by the suddenness in which it occurred, the thing that struck Cindy the most, was not so much the speed in which twelve naked young men had been slaughtered, but in seeing a kindly looking woman taking their lives while showing no more emotion than if she had been picking fruit.

Being shocked, however, had no effect on preventing Cindy from experiencing a strange feeling of eerie, yet exciting fascination, when the bodies began to convulse and cause limp penises to flip and jiggle along with bulges in scrotums jouncing in every direction. Blood that had been coming out in pulsing spurts from slit throats gradually diminished in intensity until becoming steady streams running into the wooden tubs. After what seemed to be a long time, the intensity of the death throes decreased into shudders and then twitched a few times. The lifeless bodies then hung motionless with open eyes giving an appearance of gazing uncaringly into the distance.

Cindy continued having an eerie yet exciting feeling as she watched the woman again start with Janice’s slave and, in a nonchalant manner, slice his abdomen open, reverse the knife and use the seriated edge to cut down both sides of the breastbone, pull it out and toss it aside, reach inside to cut at various places, and then, instead of removing individual organs, pull everything out in one large tangled mass - leaving an empty and glistening interior. Cindy’s eerie yet exciting feeling became even more intense when looking at him. She had seen this strong young man doing many things from showing no emotion when carrying bloodstained baskets, filled with men’s severed arms and lower legs and doing the same when carrying Sam’s lifeless body draped over one of his shoulders, to screaming in pain and thrashing about as Janice whipped his sex organs with extreme force. And now, he had become nothing more than a gutted carcass hanging before her with open unseeing eyes. The woman continued down the row in such a fast and efficient manner, that the end was soon reached - leaving disemboweled carcasses that only a short time before had been healthy young men trembling with fear. The woman had given an appearance of being so unconcerned, that the only indication of having done anything of a deadly nature, were her arms and apron being covered with the brightness of fresh blood.

“I can’t believe how fast that woman worked.” Cindy said as the limp bodies were being taken down and carried into the processing hut. “I think she gutted those twelve guys faster than it took me to do just one!” “Well, she’s been doing this for over twenty years.” Janice replied. “I asked her a while back how many slaves she had put down, and her reply was that she had lost count a long time ago. I did a rough estimate based on our average rate for slaves being put down and came up with over ten thousand.” “Good grief!” Cindy said in a shocked tone. “It’s hard to believe she has actually killed and gutted the bodies of thousands of young men.” “You wouldn’t find it hard to believe if you had seen her doing it as many times as I have.” Janice said. She then turned and watched her slave’s body being carried into the hut and said: “Well, he was a good slave, even if he had become somewhat boring. But I assure you, there will be nothing boring about what he’ll be providing for my meal tonight. Oh! When you get to your hut, there should be several surprises waiting for you.” Cindy knew the only answer she would get would be ‘wait and see’ so she didn’t bother to ask what the surprises might be.

It was for this reason that Cindy was filled with curiosity when reaching her hut. When going inside, a wave of excitement and pride swept through her when seeing on the wall beyond where Robert lay, a polished wooden plaque with Sam’s mounted head and sex organs on it. In addition, the tanned hide taken from his chest was stretched underneath. She paid no attention to Robert lying spread-eagle on the floor as she walked passed him to get a closer look. When reaching it, she was thrilled to see that the look of stunned surprise, that had come on Sam’s face at the moment of death, had been captured to perfection. And with his eyes being open, his head looked as though it could still be alive in an extremely eerie way. But despite the superb and incredibly lifelike workmanship, the mounted head of a young man she had both known and killed, received only brief notice before her attention was directed to what was underneath.

Sam’s penis had indeed been mounted fully erect and was sticking out of a thick triangle of pubic hair. It was of such extent that the hole at the tip of the strutted head gaped open. Cindy’s excitement surged as she ran her fingers lightly along the smoothness of the shaft, around the prominent ridge of the head, and then over its flared and velvety surface. As far as she could tell, being tanned had done nothing to keep his penis from feeling the same as Robert’s did when erect. Her excitement became a thrill when squeezing the shaft and finding that, as Janice had said, the material used for stuffing a penis did indeed have the feel of actual flesh. Not only could she tell no difference from what Robert’s felt like when being squeezed while erect, but the head bulged larger and making the hole open even wider in the same manner as his would also do. After exploring every intimate detail of Sam’s penis, she cupped the scrotum and, when rolling the oval shapes inside, found they also felt quite real in having the same slickness and firmness as did Robert’s testicles. It was only when feeling a spermatic cord that she remembered Janice saying the outer membranes and attachments were indeed real. Needless to say, this recollection only served to increase her erotic excitement.

The only reason Cindy finally turned away from her exciting trophy, was because she had become quite wet, and although not feeling as if a fire was raging between her legs, she was experiencing a tingling of such magnitude that it needed immediate attention if possible. And since it was indeed possible, she lost no time in going to Robert. It was only a short time later that the hut’s interior reverberated with the sounds of his high-pitched screams as he thrashed and withered as she lashed his sex organs while sitting on his face and grinding back and forth. But when she impaled herself on his tightly tied erection, she was able to look directly at her incredibly exciting trophy, and in so doing, not only added to the intensity in the manner that she rode him, but also the intensity of experiencing multiple orgasms.

Later as Cindy was getting dressed, in addition to enjoying the serenity of a woman having achieved sexual satisfaction, she was also enjoying the lingering taste of Robert’s semen. She saw a leather bag, like the one Janice used, lying next to a wall. When looking inside, she saw two leather whips. One was large like the one she had seen a woman using to severely lash a slave. The other was small like the one she had been using on Robert. Although delighted, she wondered why she was being given a second small whip. She didn’t give it much thought, however, and with Robert remaining tied, she left to go and thank Janice for what indeed had been exciting surprises.

When reaching Janice’s hut, Cindy heard loud screams coming from inside. But they soon stopped, and she knocked on the door. When Janice called out for her to come in, Cindy entered and saw a naked young man tied spread-eagle on the floor.  He appeared to be in his late teens, and in addition to sobbing, his erect penis and scrotum with a leather strap tied around them were highly inflamed. Cindy laughed and said: “Well, I see it didn’t take you long to find a replacement.” “We keep males selected to become possible slaves in a separate compound, so I picked this one out several days ago.” Janice said. “I was just introducing him to what it means to become my slave. But I’m not going to fuck him until after eating my old one’s cock and balls this evening. I always get quite horny whenever eating these delicacies from any male, but especially, when they’re from a slave that has just been put down. I don’t want to do anything that might dampen my orgasms.” She then looked at her new slave who was still sobbing and said in a stern tone: “If you think that was bad buster, just wait until tonight, and you’ll really find out what it’s all about!” She then looked at Cindy and said: “I’m tired of listening to this blubbering asshole. Let’s go outside.” 

When they were outside, Cindy said: “I just came by to thank you for the wonderful surprises. The workmanship on the trophy is superb. Sam’s head looks like he could actually be alive, and they did a remarkable job in keeping that funny look on his face that the woman in the processing hut said was a ‘why on earth am I suddenly dead’ expression. You were right about his cock and balls being stuffed with materials that feel like the real thing. And I love the softness of the leather bag. It’s going to come in quite handy for carrying things. I’m anxious to try out the big whip. In fact, I think I’m going to use it tomorrow morning. The only thing I’m wondering about is why a small whip was included when I already have one.” “I think you will find that the leather used for making the whips and the bag having a great deal of significance,” Janice said. “The leather used in making the whips came from the back of the male whose mounted head is hanging on your wall, and the hide of the older male you hung was used for making the bag.”  Cindy clapped her hands in delight and squealed: “That’s fantastic. It makes me feel tingly just thinking about it. I’m going to have a lot of fun using the whips on my slave and letting him know that the leather was made from a guy’s hide that had been his friend.”

That evening, when Cindy untied Robert to eat his meal, and as she was walking toward the table, she stopped when hearing him uttering a loud gasp. She looked back and started laughing when seeing him staring, in stunned disbelief, at the mounted head and sex organs of not only a human male, but one he recognized. Cindy had assumed he had seen the trophy earlier when it was being put on the wall, but she then realized that, with him lying tied on the floor and unable to see directly behind him, if he had not seen it when being brought in, he would have known women were doing something behind him, but he would have been unaware of what it was. Needless to say, she teased Robert unmercifully while they ate their meals. Later, after being tied on the floor for their nightly session, Cindy decided the time was not right to introduce him to her new whip, so she used the old one to lash his penis and testicles with extreme enthusiasm. When once again riding his erection in a frenzy, her gaze remained fixed on her highly erotic and exciting new trophy that again resulted in multiple orgasms of extreme intensity.
 
The next morning, after finishing their breakfast, Cindy took Robert to the area where she had seen a slave being whipped. And, after tying him in a standing spread-eagle position, she pulled the large whip from her bag, shook the mass of long leather strips in front of his face, and laughed at the look of panic that came on it. “What do you think of my new toy?” she asked. “Don’t you just love the smell of recently tanned leather? Well, if my new plaything causes you any pain, you can blame it on Sam because the leather was made from his hide. So, you see, although I’ll be the one using it, in a way, it’s going to be Sam that brings the pain. Oh, you can also blame Jordan for helping. This leather bag was made from his hide. It’s kind of nice to still have a friend and your favorite uncle close by in a way, don’t you think?”

 Robert was so dismayed he made no reply, and Cindy wasn’t expecting one as she walked behind him, raised her right arm high, swung the whip diagonally across his back with extreme force and thrilled when hearing him uttering a shrill scream while giving a twisting jerk. Without allowing him time to recover, she lashed his buttocks going in the opposite direction that brought an equally dramatic and exciting reaction. Robert’s violent twisting and jerking, along with the sounds of his high-pitched screams, only served to increase Cindy’s adrenalin that resulted in both the force and speed of her lashes to increase. And although the soft leather in the whip did not cut his skin, it wasn’t long until his entire back and buttocks had turned a bright red of such intensity they almost appeared to glow.

In being able to see his front in the full-length mirror, Cindy was soon laughing joyously at the way his constant jerking and twisting was making his penis and scrotum thrash about in such wild gyrations they almost became a blur. A group of laughing and giggling women that had gathered and were watching Robert humiliating his manhood before them, helped a great deal in keeping Cindy’s enthusiasm at a fevered pitch. The intensity of his beating continued unabated - even when Robert’s struggles and cries of pain began to weaken. It was only when his knees buckled, and his head fell forward that, after several more brutal lashes bringing no response, Cindy stopped her assault, stepped back, and in feeling a surge of excitement and pride, admired the results of her rather dramatic handiwork. It was only then she became aware of her right arm being extremely fatigued that, due to the excessive degree of her excitement, she had not even been conscious of becoming tired.

When walking to Robert’s front, Cindy’s excitement and pride surged even higher when seeing him hanging limp and his head bowed in a manner that showed having passed out completely. In knowing he would have to recover before taking him back, she tried to decide on how to pass the time. But, when looking between his legs, the realization came that, despite all the things she had done to his penis and testicles, she had done practically nothing with them when flaccid. And with this realization, she knew in what amusing and exciting ways she would pass the time. It proved to be both when, after dropping to her knees to put his manhood at eye level, she was soon laughing and giggling at the comical and exciting activity his limp penis was performing when being, jiggled, flipped, and slapped. When jouncing his testicles and rolling them about within his scrotum, her pride increased when finding that being squeezed with extreme force brought no response.           

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Fiction / Re: THE ISLAND (continued)

« on: April 04, 2019, 12:57:31 PM »

Chapter 13

“Hi slave!” Cindy called in a cheerful tone when entering her hut. “I’ll untie you as soon as I put this down. Robert had been expecting being teased again, and he was surprised when Cindy set the tray on the table, put his bowl on the floor, and after untying him, she started eating while remaining silent except when commenting, several times, on how delicious the stew was. He felt it was too good to last, and such was the case when she stopped eating and said: “Oh, by the way. I hanged Jordan this afternoon. Well, not all by myself. He was naked of course, and he already had a noose around his neck and his hands tied behind him when I got there. But I pulled away a support that caused the section of a tree trunk he was standing on to fall forward and leaving him handing in the air. He started kicking like you wouldn’t believe, and his cock and balls were thrashing about to such an extent, they were almost a blur. I started laughing so hard that tears were running down my cheeks. But that’s not the best part. Did you know that when a guy is hanged, his cock gets hard and starts squirting cum? I wouldn’t have believed it possible, if I hadn’t seen it with my own eyes, but that’s what actually happened. With him being a lot older than any of the guys they capture and bring here, the women thought his meat might be somewhat tough, so they’ve cut it up in chunks for making a stew.”

Cindy used her spoon to pick up a wet and dark brown cube shaped piece of meat and said: “But I must say, Jordan makes an extremely delicious stew!” She laughed at the look of stunned dismay that came on Robert’s face but, this time, she didn’t start a taunting dialogue. Instead, she finished eating the stew by holding up each spoonful for him to see, and then, seductively, slipped it into her mouth and chewing slowly while uttering exaggerated moans of pleasure. When finished, she said: “When it comes to stew, Jordan makes the best I’ve ever tasted by far. But, when I said he was used for making stew, I might have been a little misleading, because a part of him was cooked in a more traditional way. At least in a more traditional way on this wonderful island. She reached into the bowl containing Jordan’s roasted sex organs, put her hand around the penis and held it and the scrotum up. (It should be noted that when Jordan’s penis had been cooked, age had had no effect on it becoming swollen as though being partially erect. In fact, it had been to such a degree that, even with the weight of the testicles, it stood upright although curving sideways to some extent.)

Cindy gave Robert a mischievous grin and said: “Yes, these were Jordan’s. He was almost as well hung as you, don’t you think? Look how far the root goes past the sac. It doesn’t have skin on it because all of this was inside of him. If I hadn’t already seen the root of Frank’s cock after it had been cut out of him, I would have never dreamed that there was a lot more to a guy’s cock than meets the eye.” She giggled and then continued: “Well, I’ve been given the opportunity to find out whether or not age has any effect on the quality of an older man’s roasted cock and balls, so since this is a scientific endeavor of sorts, I’d better get started.” She put the scrotum to her mouth, took a large bite through the skin and into one of the testicles, and chewed while displaying a satisfied look of pleasure. “Well,” she said after swallowing, “as far as his balls are concerned, age doesn’t make any difference at all. That one is every bit as good as Frank’s and Sam’s were.”

Cindy continued eating in an enthusiastic manner, and when the first testicle had been consumed, she put her thumb and index finger into the half eaten scrotum, pinched the end of the spermatic cord of the remaining oval shaped male reproductive gland, pulled it out, swung it back and forth, and said: “I bet you didn’t know that this is what a guy’s ball looks like when out of the sac. Is that right?” Robert was not only in a state of dismay, but his cheeks were burning from being extremely embarrassed. He had experienced these same emotions the previous night while watching Cindy eating Sam’s cooked penis but, this time, he was able to respond without being prodded and he stammered: “Uh.., uh, yes ma’am, uh, I’ve never, uh, never seen a man’s ball, uh, outside a sac, uh.., until now.” “Well, take a good look,” she said while making the slick and shiny testicle swing in a circle. “I think I’m going to do this with one of yours when the time comes, but of course, you won’t be around to see it. And since you want be around to see me eat it either, I’ll show you how I plan on doing it.”

Cindy tilted her head, held up the dangling testicle, slowly lowered it into her open mouth, seductively bit off part of the rounded end and chewed in a contented manner. After mischievously showing Robert what the interior of Jordan’s testicle looked like, it was eaten in a similar manner. Then, after using her teeth to tear off what remained of the scrotum, she ate that also.

Cindy then turned her undivided attention to Jordan’s roasted penis. She held it upright by the root, and, like she had done with Sam’s the night before, started making it flop heavily from side to side. She continued for several minutes while not only enjoying the degrading yet exciting activity, but when seeing Robert’s face become an even deeper shade of red, she said: “As I said last night, I’m going to do this with your cock when the time comes. I think it’s kind of funny how, even though you guys are extremely proud of your cocks, how easily they lend themselves to being humiliated, which makes me extremely glad I’m a girl. Oh, by the way, I gave Jordan a blow job today while he was still hanging from the noose around his neck, but in being dead, I’m afraid he didn’t get to enjoy it. But even though he was dead, his cock stayed hard, so I went up to him and played with it. Some of his cum was dripping from the hole, so I did this.”

Cindy raised Jordan’s penis to her mouth and, in a sensuous way, started pushing it in a manner that caused her soft lips to form around the flared surface of the head as it entered. When the prominent ridge disappeared, she started sucking while moving the shaft in and out. When withdrawn, she smacked her lips, and said: “Well, there’s surely nothing wrong with how delicious the cooked juices in his cock are, but now comes the acid test.”

She turned the penis around, took a bite from the root, slowly chewed, and with her face registering a look of ecstasy, cried out: “Oh, yes! Yes! Yes! Every bit as good! You might have been older Jordan my boy, but it had no effect whatsoever on the meat of your cock.”  After this, Cindy’s actions almost duplicated what had happened the night before. She soon became so caught up in enjoying an incredibly delicious and erotically exciting meat to the point that Robert was not only given little notice, but she was again unaware of uttering moans of extreme pleasure. But, as before, she was somewhat aware of becoming increasingly wet and a tingling in her vagina that was growing in intensity.

When only the swollen head remained, her eyes flashed with excitement when looking at the strutted features. She then closed her eyes when slipping it almost all the way in her mouth, running her tongue over the smooth surface, sliding it across the open hole, sucking out delicious juices, and then, when taking a bite from the tip, becoming thrilled when yet again, chewing an amazing meat of remarkable tenderness, juiciness, and flavor that, although having eaten two others in as many nights, she was still finding it hard to believe that anything could be so incredibly delightful. This time however, she had been even more aware of the profound significance of what was in her mouth, and as a result, an even greater exhilarating feeling of erotic excitement was being added to the delightful ecstasy of savoring a fantastic delicacy.

Despite trying to make the head of Jordan’s penis last as long as possible by taking small bites and chewing slowly, it was soon only a blissful memory, and Cindy was left experiencing another dreamy and exciting reverie. This time, however, she recovered sooner than the previous night and ordered Robert to assume the position for being tied. Even though both dread and fear was surging through him, the urgent sharpness of her tone caused him to quickly obey. After he had been tied, Cindy removed her clothing, stood above him while providing a clear view of her nakedness, and in so doing, her highly aroused state surged higher when seeing him, once again, become erect without being touched. But this time, in noticing the extent of his extreme anxiety as it had occurred, although being highly aroused, she also found herself feeling an amusing yet genuine disdain toward him in being a male.

“Dumb, dumb, dumb!” Cindy said to herself a short time later when tying the base of Robert’s penis to keep it in a rigid state during what lay ahead. And what lay ahead was not long in coming when, once again, his erect penis was bouncing about in wild abandon along with his testicles jouncing rapidly from being whipped, with extreme force, as he bucked and withered beneath her and uttering high pitched screams. Screams that were mixed with becoming muffled as she ground her wet and swollen vulva back and forth across his nose and mouth. This time, however, in wanting to build her desire even higher, she had three orgasms before turning around and aggressively impaling herself on his rampant erection and riding it to a climax that, although exhilarating, was far from enough. And, as had happened the night before, it required multiple orgasms of increasing intensity before her vagina again seemed to explode in reaching the ultimate of female climaxes that Janice had referred to as being a ‘maxi’.

After recovering from her blissful state enough to untie Robert’s erection, instead of watching it spew yet another pent-up ejaculation, Cindy quickly took it in her mouth that rapidly filled with the thick and creamy substance. After swallowing, she smacked her lips and said:
“I told Jordan after he was dead that I thought I could come to like this stuff, and indeed I have. It’s really quite tasty. Well, good night and remember to do nothing that might wake me.”

Once again, Cindy was soon sleeping soundly. Robert, however, in addition to what had become a nightly ordeal of suffering continuing agony in his tormented sex organs, he had been left wondering why Cindy would have spoken to Jordan if he was dead.

The next morning, Cindy again awoke feeling extremely refreshed. She lay for a while relishing the same satisfying contentment she had experience yesterday morning, and she smiled in knowing that it would stay with her, in a blissful way, throughout the day. While eating breakfast, she remained mostly silent, but when finished, she looked at Robert and said: “Well, three down, and one to go.” “Uh, ma’am?” He asked in a bewildered tone. She smiled wickedly and said: “There were four sets of cocks and balls on the sailboat. Three are now inside me and becoming part of my female body.”
 
She then looked directly between his legs and said: “So, three down and one set to go. Are you looking forward to your cock and balls becoming part of me also?  Although trying to answer, Robert was only able to utter: “I.., uh.., I…, I…”  Cindy found herself being amused when hearing him stammer and, in wanting to tease him more, she said: “I just thought of something. When considering their function, instead of being distributed evenly all over me, maybe most of your cocks and balls will wind up being here and here!” She said while pointing at her breasts and then between her legs. Cindy then paused a moment and said: “Now that I think of it, some of your cum, is already inside of me and becoming part of me, and unless you do something stupid, a lot more is going to be doing the same. Other than laughing at the befuddled look that came on his face, Cindy was content to stop teasing and, after tying him on the floor, she went out to explore the village.

In the days that followed, things began to settle into somewhat of a routine. A routine that, for Cindy, was filled with exhilarating happiness and excitement and, for Robert, experiencing extreme anxiety, dread, and agony from being forced to suffer excruciating pain on a daily basis. It might have been thought that, in no longer having the opportunity of eating men’s cooked sex organs on a daily basis, she would have become less aroused, and as a result, Robert would have been treated with less severity. But, unfortunately for him, her newly discovered sexual freedom not only resulted in little change in his agonizing sessions, but in not having her days filled with other activities, they were not limited to being done only at night.

Something that helped to keep Cindy’s excitement remaining high was in being told that half of the body from a male killed in a hunt was reserved for the two-woman team that made the kill. Therefore, she and Janice would share the meat from one of the sides of Sam’s butchered carcass. It was in this way Cindy found that, even though not matching the excitement of dining on his cooked penis and testicles, eating tender and delicious meat taken from the body of a young man she had not only known but had also killed, resulted in creating a great deal of erotic excitement. And when nothing of him remained, eating tender and delicious meat she knew had come from a human male had an erotic flair of its own.

While still eating meat from Sam’s body, Cindy found herself experiencing another type of enjoyment in addition to that of a sexual nature. Since both she and Robert had known him, she enjoyed having a great deal of fun by teasing and tormenting Robert when eating Sam’s cooked meat. On one occasion, when eating a thick and tender slice of his buttock, she said: “Did you know that Sam would look at me in ways that made it obvious he was thinking about getting a piece of my ass? Well, he never dreamed that, one day, I was not only going to get a piece of his ass, but in a far more lasting manner.”

Cindy also experienced a great deal of amusement when eating several of Sam’s ribs, and each time after gnawing one clean, she would casually drop it on the table so that it would make a loud clunk. But what she enjoyed most was when eating one of Sam’s breast. In addition to creating an erotic excitement second only to what his sex organs had done, she found it was also second only to them in being extremely juicy, tender and delicious.

When eating Sam’s breast, she teased Robert while chewing around the outside until only the areola and the small, although extremely strutted, nipple remained that she sucked, flicked back and forth with her tongue, put it in her mouth, slowly chewed in a seductive manner, and when swallowed, she said: “Well, Sam’s breast wasn’t as fantastic as his cock and balls but, all in all, it was very delicious in an exciting kind of way. Janice told me that when a slave is put down, in addition to his cock and balls, a mistress can request other parts of him. So.., I’m definitely going to eat one of your breasts and save the nipple for last and do what I just did with Sam’s. I’ve also decided on getting some bacon  from your tummy, some meat from an inner thigh, some of your ribs, and of course, I’m definitely going to have a thick slice of your ass in a far different way than how I’ve been getting it now, although, for some reason, you don’t seem to be enjoying your cock being inside me nearly as much as I have…, even though it’s something you’ve been wanting for a long time. I guess that’s what’s meant by the saying of being careful of what you wish for because you might get it”

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Fiction / Re: THE ISLAND (continued)

« on: April 04, 2019, 12:55:37 PM »

Chapter 12

Cindy’s concern for Jordan vanished, and in feeling a tingling of excitement, she said: “I’m going to be given his cock and balls?” She then paused. “But why me? I’ve already eaten Frank’s and Sam’s, and I don’t want to be given any special privileges just because I’m new here.” “It has nothing to do with you being new.” Janice said. “You earned the cock and balls of the second male with an arrow, but the reason for getting this male’s is the same as why you were given those of the first one. In having played a role in him being here, you’re considered deserving of what hangs between his legs. I assure you, everyone is in full agreement with this.”


It was for this reason that, as Cindy came closer, her primary attention was directed, in an appraising manner, toward Jordan’s penis and the bulges in his scrotum that, in hanging out of a thick triangle of pubic hair, were all the more noticeable. And, in so doing, she was pleased to see that, although somewhat smaller than Robert’s or Frank’s, they were larger than Sam’s had been and, all in all, quite impressive. When finally taking her eyes away from Jordan’s exposed manhood, she could see that the rope had been pulled tight over a wooden beam being supported by a heavy post on each end, in a manner that forced him to stand on his toes with his head cocked at an angle.


His hands were tied behind his back, and she could now see that, instead of standing on a stump, it was a short section of a large diameter log. Janice led Cindy to a row of wooden benches where women were sitting or standing behind. After taking places directly in front of him, Janice said: “I think you will find yourself being surprised, in an exciting and amusing way, when seeing what happens to a male when he’s being hung.” “How’s that?” Cindy asked. “Well, it wouldn’t be a surprise if I told you, and even if I did, I don’t think you would believe it. You’ll just have to see for yourself.”


Janice reached down, picked up the end of a rope, handed it to Cindy, and said: “Would you care to do the honors? It’s difficult to tell from here, but a piece of wood has been cut at an angle from the bottom of the section of tree trunk he’s standing on, and it’s being held upright by the cut off piece being used as a wedge that’s attached to this rope. All you have to do is give a firm yank, and he’ll be dancing in air.”

A strange feeling went through Cindy as she looked at the rope in her hands. She had killed Sam and was now being given the opportunity to kill Jordan also. But although resentment had been her reason for taking Sam’s life, she felt none toward Jordan who had always treated her with politeness and respect. Could she bring herself to take his life also? She looked at his face and saw that he appeared to have recognized her and had a pleading look in his eyes. He was also trying to say something, but the tightness of the noose around his neck prevented him from being able to utter anything other than unintelligible gurgles.


Her gaze, almost instinctively, settled on the objects hanging from his thick patch of pubic hair and, in so doing, the manner she had regarded him in the past suddenly had no meaning. It didn’t matter that he had always treated her with politeness and respect. The only thing that mattered to her now was that the objects between his legs clearly showed being male and, for this reason alone, was deserving of being slain and become meat to be cooked and eaten – such was the manner that, even though not realizing it at the time, Cindy had, in just a few days, come to view a member of the opposite sex. A wave of excitement swept over her, and she said to Janice while trying to sound casual: “Well, if he’s going to be hung, I might as well be the one to do it.”


Cindy once again looked at Jordan’s pleading eyes and then called out to him while displaying a mischievous grin: “Sorry Jordan, but I’m afraid it’s time for you to die.” With her excitement surging, she hesitated a moment in anticipation, and then pulled on the rope. The support he was standing on fell forward and, in taking his feet with it a short distance, caused his body to swing back and forth. The tightness of the rope prevented a quick death that would have occurred if he had been allowed to drop several feet and break his neck. But now, his weight was causing the noose to gradually tighten that resulted in him being slowly strangled and making a gagging sound. His legs started kicking in frantic and hopeless desperation, and Cindy’s attention was quickly drawn to Jordan’s limp penis and scrotum that were thrashing jouncing in wild gyrations as though being in a frenzy. It was of such extent that, not only did she find herself having no sympathy for his suffering, she was soon laughing with such glee that tears started rolling down her cheeks.


It was only gradually that Jordan’s desperate struggles began to diminish that coincided with his face turning a purplish color, and his tongue, which had become swollen, protruding from his mouth. He finally hung motionless, but then, his body suddenly started jerking, and Cindy gaped in amazement when not only seeing this, but his penis starting to swell until becoming erect and spewing a continues stream of semen. It was only after the white stream subsided that his jerking gradually diminished until, after a few spasmodic twitches, he once again hung motionless. And this time, he stayed that way. His penis, however, remained fully erect.


“Good grief!” Cindy exclaimed. “How on earth could he have gotten horny when being hung - to say nothing of actually getting hard and squirting cum.” “I thought that would surprise you.” Janice said with a chuckle. “It happens to all of them which is the reason, other than obtaining meat, we like to hang them in groups. It’s quite amusing to see their cocks getting hard and start spewing. We don’t know what causes it, but I don’t see how it has anything to do with them becoming sexually aroused since they’re either dead or at least almost dead when it occurs. So, whatever the cause, it’s one thing I can’t attribute simply to males being dumb. It has to be some type of internal bodily function being triggered by death. But, with this being said, I think it’s yet another example of their inferiority being demonstrated when, even in death, their naked bodies, and cocks and balls in particular, seem almost eager to humiliate themselves before women while we giggle and laugh. But, enough of that. Would you like to have some fun before we go?” “I’m always ready to have some fun. But in what way?” Cindy asked.


Janice picked up a roll of heavy nylon cord and said: “Take this and tie it tightly around the base of his cock and balls and then unwind it while returning here. Oh, and feel free to play with him if you find yourself having the desire.” Cindy was curious as to the purpose of the cord, but she was becoming accustomed to Janice’s mysterious ways so, without asking any questions, she got up and started walking toward Jordan’s lifeless body that was still spouting an erection. And with his erect penis receiving most of her attention, she soon found herself indeed wanting to play.


When reaching Jordan, Cindy looked at his face whose open eyes appeared to be gazing at her in a manner as though still alive, and she started talking to him as if he were indeed still alive. She giggled and said: “Hi Jordan, what have you been up to lately other than your cock? You know? You’ve always been such a nice guy, I’ve often thought I’d like to see more of you. And now I have, and although this wasn’t exactly what I had in mind at the time, I’m quite pleased it turned out being in this way. I never dreamed your cock and balls were so big - especially your cock. In fact, I’d say that right now, it’s definitely your most outstanding feature. And that bush of yours is so thick I can’t even see where it’s attached. But your big cock reminds me of something, you’ve always treated me in a proper and respectful way, but I’ve often wondered if the thought ever crossed your mind of what it would be like to fuck me? Does your cock sticking out and pointing at me make that a yes? Would you like for me to touch it?” Cindy reached down, ran her fingers lightly over the smooth surface of his penis while paying particular attention to the velvety soft features of the swollen head. She playfully batted it back and forth, then squeezed the shaft, and said: “Humm, even though it’s sticking out straight, it’s not as rigid as Robert’s gets when he becomes hard. Maybe giving you a blow job will help.”


Cindy felt no embarrassment when she dropped to her knees, looked at the head of Jordan’s erect penis, and said: “Do you know some cum is dripping from your cock? It’s a shame to let it go to waste.” She leaned forward, took his penis in her mouth and started sucking while moving her head back and forth to make it slide in and out. When withdrawing, she looked up at him and said: “You know? The taste of a man’s cum isn’t bad at all. It’s definitely something I could learn to enjoy”. She cupped his scrotum, squeezed his testicles, rolled them about, and then jounced them a few times in an appraising manner and said: “Your balls have a nice feel and heft to them. I think they’ll cook up just fine. What? You didn’t know? Well yes, they’re going to be cooked along with your fat cock, and then the shy and proper girl you knew is going to eat them. I don’t know if you ever thought about me eating it, but if you did, never in your wildest dreams would it have been in the way I’m going to do it - that’s for sure. Frank’s and Sam’s were absolutely fantastic. I don’t know what effect being older will have on your cock and balls, but tonight, I’m going to find out. Well, Janice has something else planned for you, so I’d better start doing what she asked.”


Cindy picked up the roll of nylon cord, and after giving Jordan’s penis a hard slap and laughing at the way it flailed back and forth, she tied the end of the cord around the base of the shaft and under his scrotum. She then unrolled it while walking back to Janice. “What do you want me to do?” She asked after sitting down. “Use the cord to make him swing back and forth.” Janice said. “We always have a contest when a group is being hung to see who can make one go the highest.” “You’re right.” Cindy said with a giggle. “This is going to be fun.” She pulled on the cord until Jordan’s body moved forward several feet, released it so he could swing back, and pulled to increase momentum as he was coming forward once again.


When continuing, Cindy soon had Jordan’s body reaching a height she would not have thought possible. When she finally dropped the cord and watched his swinging gradually diminish, she said, “I think I could have made him go even higher, but I was afraid of pulling his cock and balls slap off.” Janice laughed and said: “We’ve had some pretty fierce competitions in the past, and I’ve yet to see that happen. But I must admit, you did quite well for a first time.” She then looked at the sky and said: “We need to go to the stable if we’re going to take a ride on the beach before sunset. I’m sure you want to work up an appetite before eating this fellow’s cock and balls. Unless requested otherwise, when cut off and cooked as a package, they’ll be roasted so let me know if you prefer something else.”  “I’ve always liked roasted meat.” Cindy said with a girlish giggle while looking at Jordan’s erect penis that was pointing at her in what she thought to be an inviting manner.
 

“Thanks Janice, that was indeed an exciting experience.” Cindy said as they were walking toward the stable. “I’m also feeling quite proud about killing Jordan, although I don’t really know why, since everything had already been arranged when we got there. But, despite that, I pulled the rope that resulted in him being hung, and that makes me feel proud. I think it might be that not only him being someone I had known, but also, I’ve now killed a man that was a lot older than me. I think I agree with you about a male’s inferiority being demonstrated, not only when they are hung but even after they’re dead and their cocks getting hard and start spewing cum.”


“Jordan had always given an impression of being in control, in a calm and dignified manner. But there was certainly nothing remotely dignified in the way he was kicking and making his cock and balls flop all over the place. And, if that wasn’t bad enough, his cock getting hard and squirting in front of us and a bunch of women was just about the most undignified thing I can imagine. I still find it hard to comprehend, even if he was dead, his body doing something as demeaning as that while all of us were watching and laughing. Well, after seeing that, any respect I had had for him is gone. When thinking about it though, it’s good to get that out of the way. I mean, it would be kind of hard to feel respect for a guy while I’m eating his roasted cock and balls.” “You’ve got a point’” Janice said with a laugh. “I’ve never had any respect whatsoever for a male, but if it ever should occur in some way, I’m sure it would vanish as soon as I started munching on the delicacies that had hung between his legs – after being cooked of course.” A great deal of laughter ensued as they continued walking toward the stable.


Cindy was still feeling the refreshing effects from yet another exhilarating ride as she entered her hut while carrying a tray holding her and Robert’s meals. She was also feeling a great deal of erotic excitement that had been generated while walking from the kitchen and looking at the items on the tray. In addition to a bowl containing Robert’s usual meal, there was another bowl filled with stew and a wooden spoon lying next to it. But it was a bowl holding Jordan’s penis and scrotum, roasted to a golden brown, that had been the objects receiving her primary attention. And it was while looking at them, that was not only the reason for her excitement, but for her panties becoming wet

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Fiction / Re: THE ISLAND (continued)

« on: April 04, 2019, 12:53:37 PM »

Chapter 11

When entering the meat storage room, Cindy barely noticed the walls and ceiling being made from heavy logs. Her attention was immediately drawn to the astonishing sight of half torsos with upper thighs of human male bodies that gave an eerie appearance of being small sides of beef hanging in rows from meat hooks. “We don’t schedule a hunt until the storage room is almost empty, so the majority of these were taken yesterday.” Janice said. “The two sides over there that have been skinned are those of your kill.” How can you tell?” Cindy asked. “Only first kills are skinned, and all the hunters except for you have had at least one. In case it may have slipped your mind, the hide from the chest of a first kill is tanned and placed underneath the trophy. If the hide of the chest is going to be removed, it’s much easier to simply skin the entire torso.” “Good grief.” Cindy gasped. “With all that’s been going on, it did indeed slip my mind.”


A strange feeling came over Cindy as she looked at the two large pieces of meat hanging from steel hooks. Images flashed in her mind of Sam engaged in various activities; diving and swimming in a pool, playfully tussling with Frank and Robert, holding a can of beer and laughing while swapping jokes and tall tales. And also, looking at her with a leering expression on his face. Despite killing and disemboweling Sam, the day before, the impact of the purpose for what she had done was, only now, becoming readily apparent. The simple act of releasing an arrow, had had the devastating result of rendering a healthy young man, a young man she had known, into becoming two pieces of meat hanging inert with others, all of whom, in less than twenty-four hours, had also been healthy young men.


“Seeing a bunch of naked, dead guys hanging by their feet and being gutted yesterday was weird, but I think this is even weirder.” Cindy said in an amazed tone. “It seems to emphasize young men’s bodies becoming nothing more than meat intended to be cooked and eaten.” “It surely does!” Janice said. “And, since this is only part of the take, it will soon be emphasized a great deal more. There are still more bodies to be processed, and by this evening, not only will the empty rows be filled, but some of the meat will have to be stacked on pallets next to the walls until there is enough room for being hung also. Well, let’s go to the kitchen. I’m sure you’re hungry after being so active last night. Oh, by the way, I forgot to return your picture you asked me to put in my bag for safe keeping. I’ll give it to you when we get outside.”

Cindy again selected scrambled eggs, bacon, and tropical fruit for her breakfast, and after picking up a bowl for Robert, she went back to her hut. Robert was awake when she entered and, in continuing to be in an excellent mood, she simply untied him and allowed him to eat in silence. But as she finished eating, she couldn’t resist an urge to tease, so she picked up a final strip of bacon, broke it in a way to cause a noticeable snap and said: “Isn’t it remarkable that they can get bacon this crisp from a guy’s tummy? I hope I’ll be able to get a few pieces from yours after you’ve been put down.” Robert’s only response was in turning deathly pale. Cindy then handed him the picture Janice had taken and said: “Take a look at this. Maybe now you’ll believe me.”

 
Cindy started laughing when seeing a stupefied expression of disbelief coming on his face, and when being able to stop she said: “Well?” When Robert made no reply while continuing to gape at the picture, she said in a louder tone: “Well, what do you think?” This time he was able to tear his gaze away and ask: “Uh.., ma’am?” Cindy said: “Does this convince you that I killed Sam and gutted his naked body yesterday?” “Uh.., yes ma’am. It’s uh.., hard to believe you could do something like that, but yes,  I’m convinced.” Before she could taunt Robert further, Cindy heard Janice calling from outside. “That’s Janice, she has something planned for today that we will need you to help us with. That means you won’t have to spend another day lying on the floor. Let’s go.”


Janice and her slave were waiting when Cindy and Robert came out. “Are you ready?” Janice asked. “In a jiffy.” Cindy said. “I want to show my slave something first.” She pointed to the skull over the door, and said to Robert: “That’s Frank’s skull. Your skull will replace it after you’ve been put down.”


 “I see you like to tease your slave.” Janice said as they were walking through the village while her slave and Robert followed at a respectable distance. Cindy laughed and said: “Yes, I loved the look that came on his face when I told him his skull was going to wind up being over my door. But the expression he had when I showed him the picture you took was priceless. I wish you had been there.” “Oh, I think we’ll see one that might top it.” Janice said. “We’re going to stop by the processing hut.” “Really?” Cindy squealed. “This is going to be great!" When they reached the processing hut, Janice told her slave to count slowly to one hundered and then come in.  She then said to Cindy: “Making them wait lets us get inside and be ready to see your slave’s reaction to what is sure to be quite a surprise.”


It was Cindy, however, that was taken aback when entering the hut and seeing the atmosphere being far different than the day before. Not only was there a great deal more activity with women busily engaged in butchering young men’s bodies at every table, but along the wall on one side of the room, other bodies were hanging from hooks that pierced their ankles. Their open unseeing eyes gave an appearance of patiently waiting their turn to be dismembered. And, on the opposite wall, half torsos were stacked on pallets that were ready to be taken outside. In addition, a number of severed heads, also with open unseeing eyes, sat upright on long shelves. In spite of having been here the day before, Cindy found the scene hard to comprehend in an eerie, yet exciting sort of way. The only downside was that there were no sex organs to be seen since all had been removed and cooked the previous night.


“You’re going to miss the show if you don’t turn around.” Janice said when seeing Cindy looking about in wonderment. Cindy almost did miss the show, but she turned as Robert entered and was greeted by seeing him suddenly stop and start gaping with his mouth hanging open, and his eyes expressing a look of total shock and disbelief.  But despite what, to her, was an extremely comical reaction exceeding what she had anticipated, being in the presence of other women enabled her to maintain some composure, and she called out: “Don’t stand there gawking slave! You were told to follow Janice’s slave and do what he does!” The harshness of her tone was sufficient to break Robert from his trance-like daze, and she felt a sense of pride in demonstrating such control as he meekly followed Janice’s slave who had obviously done this before.


But despite giving an order, Cindy had no idea of what it entailed, and it was in being curious that caused her to pay particular attention as Janice’s slave walked to the far end of the room and, in showing no emotion, he picked up a large bloodstained woven basket. Her curiosity increased when Robert approach a second basket, and when seeing what was inside, he started gagging. But when a woman standing nearby growled: “You better not throw up in here slave!” He managed to gain some control and, while keeping his eyes diverted, picked up the basket. Although Cindy didn’t gag, her stomach took a turn when the baskets came close enough for her to see they had been filled with men’s severed arms and lower legs cut off above the knee.

“I almost lost my breakfast back there.” Cindy said when they were outside. “What on earth are we going to do with all of those guy’s arms and legs? “Just wait and see.” Janice replied. “I want it to be a surprise.”


Janice’s slave was having no difficulty, but Robert was straining with his load when, after walking a considerable distance dawn a wide path thru the tropical forest, they came to a wooden structure that, from behind, Cindy was unable to determine what it was. It was only after walking up a ramp that she saw the structure was, in fact, rows of wooden seating resembling a small stadium facing a tall cliff. The edge of the first row sat on top of a high stone wall that continued beyond the stadium-like structure, and then                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                             curved toward the cliff that resulted in making a sizable enclosure.


Large rocks lay at the base of the cliff, and the entrance of a cave could be seen. A gate, made from heavy wooden bars, was hanging from a rope above the entrance whose obvious purpose was to be lowered for keepimg something inside. But Cindy had no clue as to what that ‘something’ might be.


The question, however, was soon answered when Janice took a conk shell horn from a post and blew a deep resonate tone. Cindy gaped in surprise when several large female lions ambled from the cave. They were followed by others until a total of thirty could be seen. “Aren’t they magnificent,” Janice said with pride. “Yes, they are indeed, but why on earth are you keeping lions here?” Cindy asked while trying to come to grips with looking at a large number of lions on a tropical island. Janice said: “Well, our arena isn’t the Roman Coliseum, but it suits our needs.” “Coliseum?” Cindy asked and then gasped when making the connection: “Do you mean like feeding people to lions?” “Well, if you consider males being people, the answer is yes. But to be more precise, it’s being fed to lionesses.”


“But I thought you said the fate of all males brought here was to be killed and eaten by you and the other women.” Janice shrugged and said: “I know that’s what you thought I implied. The vast majority are indeed eaten by us, but I believe I only said that all the males would be killed and eaten without mentioning who would be doing it. Whenever we evaluate a new group of captives, sometimes, one or two are culled for not measuring up to our rather rigid standards. These are kept in a separate compound, and when a sufficient number has been accumulated to make it entertaining, they’re brought here for, uh.., disposal. As to ‘why’, it’s quite exciting to watch a bunch of naked males running around in panic and being savagely brought down and ripped apart by hungry lionesses in ways that are often quite comical.”


Before Cindy could reply, Janice looked around and said: “What’s the matter with your slave? He looks like he’s in some kind of a trance.” Cindy turned and saw Janice’s slave starting to throw the severed limbs in his basket to the lions, but Robert was standing with a faraway look on his face which did indeed give an appearance of being in a trance. “I’m not sure.” Cindy said. “But one night a few months ago, he had too much to drink, and started talking about how he would often fantasize about being killed and eaten by lions. Since wanting something like that is so totally absurd, I felt sure he was joking and didn’t give it much thought. But looking at him now, as hard as it is to believe, maybe he wasn’t joking after all.”

 
Janice laughed and said: “Well, I’ve seen so much total dumbness in males, that nothing about them surprises me, although, I must admit, this comes damn close. It’s not unusual for some, even though screaming and thrashing about when being whipped, to actually seem to want their cocks and balls being tortured by women. We’ve also had a few, aftter being told their eventual fate, have admitted to often fantasizing of being killed, cooked and eaten by women. But, this is a first for hearing of one of them wanting to be killed and eaten by lions,” Janice looked at Robert and barked: “Don’t stand there gawking slave! Start feeding those kittens, or you just might be joining them.” The harshness of her tone brought Robert back to reality, and he quickly started throwing the severed arms and legs to the large, ferocious looking, female lions that were savagely gorging themselves on the flesh of human males.


Later, when walking back to the village, Janice chuckled and said: “I wonder what that dumb ass would do if he actually found himself being face to face with our lionesses. We can put him in with the next group of culls if you would like to find out.” “That’s an interesting thought.” Cindy replied with a giggle. “But I think I prefer his cock and balls being in my female tummy, instead of a lioness’s.” Janice laughed and said: “Well, it’s just a suggestion. Let me know if you happen to change your mind. There is something planned this afternoon I think you will enjoy, so I’ll come by for you after lunch.”


During lunch, Cindy teased Robert about eating ‘some guy’s ass’ while she munched on a tender and juicy slice of roasted buttock. But instead of getting a reaction she had expected, he seemed strangely distant. “What’s the matter with you, slave?” She barked. “Uh, I, uh, I was just thinking about the lions we saw, uh, ma’am.” “Were you by chance thinking about being killed and eaten by them? I don’t know if you remember, but one night when you had gotten a bit tipsy, you told me this was something you would often fantasize about happening to you. Quite a remarkable coincidence, don’t you think?”


Cindy then giggled and said: “Well, it might be of interest for you to know what Janice told me. She said that, in addition to feeding the lionesses guy’s arms and legs, they sometimes put groups of naked men in there and watch them being savagely slaughtered and eaten. That sounds kind of gruesome to me, but she said it’s something they not only enjoy, but that it’s extremely amusing. She also said, if I wanted, your sorry ass could be put in with the next group. I told her I preferred being the one to eat your cock and balls, but to show I’m not totally heartless, I might consider changing my mind if that’s what you really want.”


Robert had indeed been thinking about being killed and eaten by the lions. Since early childhood, he had often fantasized about this very thing, and he would become extremely aroused to the point of thinking this might actually be an exciting way to die. But, in finding himself confronted by the possibility of it actually taking place if requested, he became hesitant and said: “Uh, uh, that’s just something, uh, I’ve thought about at times, uh, ma’am.” “Do you have any idea how totally weird it is to even think about such a ridiculous thing?” Cindy asked. “Janice is right. “You males are dumb, dumb, dumb!” Before she could continue, Janice knocked, came in, and said: “Let’s get your slave tied so we can go see something I think you will enjoy.”


Later, after leaving the village, Janice and Cindy were walking down a wooded path when Cindy saw a naked man ahead in a large cleared area. He was standing in an awkward position on what looked to be a tree stump. When getting closer, she could not only see that he had a noose of a rope around his neck, but recognized who he was. “Good grief! That’s Jordan. Is he going to be hanged?” “Yes.” Janice said. “We usually hang them in groups of twelve, but since there’s no need for additional meat for a few days, it’s just going to be him.” “But why him?” Cindy asked. “He’s always been extremely polite and has a very gentle nature to such extent, I can’t see him doing anything to deserve being singled out for something like this.  He’s nothing like Frank or Sam and has always treated me with respect.”


Janice shrugged and said: “He was not singled out for anything he did, and how he treated you would not have been an issue, even if we had known. I’m sure you’ve noticed that all the males you’ve seen here are very young. That’s because one of our requirements for a male being selected is for him to be under thirty. And that’s pushing it. The vast majority are under twenty-five and some, even in their teens. They must be fully mature, however, so they have to be at least eighteen.  Since this male is much older, we think it likely the quality of his meat would be somewhat in question. We don’t know for sure, but since there’s a plentiful supply of meat that we do know the quality, why bother taking a chance.”


“We considered putting him with the culls being accumulated for feeding our lionesses, but since he’s not very agile, seeing him quickly brought down would add little to the entertainment, so there’s no reason to keep him around. We could, of course, just put him in with the lions at the next feeding, but I thought giving you the opportunity to see him being hung would be much better. This also enables you receiving a side benefit I’m sure you will enjoy. We later decided that he will indeed be cooked and eaten by us. His meat should at least be good enough for making a decent stew, so that will be one of the items being served in the kitchen this afternoon – that is, except for his cock and balls. These will be given to you and, in so doing, it will enable us to find out whether or not age makes a difference in the quality of these particular items. That is the side benefit I mentioned.”

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Fiction / Re: THE ISLAND (continued)

« on: April 04, 2019, 12:51:54 PM »

Chapter 10

When Robert had been untied, it was with some difficulty that he crawled to his bowl. Cindy sat at the table and felt a wave of excitement when looking in her own bowl and seeing the grilled and strutted head of Sam’s penis with a partially open hole. A partially open hole that was pointing at her in a tantalizing manner. She picked up one of the crispy looking pieces of battered deep fried testicle, looked at it for a moment, put it in her mouth and, much to her delight, discovered that it had been cooked to perfection with the crunchy and flaky batter adding to the pleasant taste of a meat whose pleasing texture and taste she had only discovered the previous night.  The skinless shaft of Sam’s penis became increasingly visible as the crisp pieces of fried testicle gradually diminished, and it thrilled her to see that, in addition to being swollen and golden brown, grill marks were running down each side.


Up to this point, Cindy had said nothing about what she had been eating, and, in being unable to tell what the nugget looking pieces were, Robert had given little notice while solemnly munching his own unappetizing meal. But that would soon change, and she was mischievously trying to decide how best to get the most out of what was sure to be a stunned and quite amusing reaction when he saw what remained in her bowl.


It was only by chance that Robert chose this time to start to say something and then stop after becoming unsure of how it might be received. “What is it?” She said. “Speak up!” “I, uh.., I’ve been wondering about something all day, uh.., ma’am, but I’m afraid it might cause you to become angry.” He said while looking at the floor. Cindy glared at him and said: “I’ll definitely get angry if you don’t say what it is, so you might as well take a chance and ask.” Robert swallowed hard and said: “I, uh, ma’am, uh, I’ve been wondering if that woman was just kidding this morning about you, uh.., you eating Frank’s cock and balls last night, and then uh…, uh, about mine being cooked and you eating them also. I mean, uh.., it’s hard to believe something like that could actually happen, so I thought she was probably only joking, uh.., ma’am.”


Instead of being angry, Cindy couldn’t believe her good fortune, and she immediately knew how what she had been contemplating was going to be handled. It was with difficulty that she managed to maintain her composure and keep a straight face. “You saw Frank being gutted and roasted alive last night, so what makes it so hard to believe that I ate his cock and balls? And what about the rest of him? What reason did you think he was being roasted if he wasn’t going to be eaten?” “Well, uh, ma’am, since we were forced to watch those horrible things being done to him but didn’t, uh, didn’t see what happened afterward, I thought maybe it was some type of terrible punishment being done because of him cursing a lot and calling them ‘bitches’. I mean, even if a man’s body was roasted, his meat would be tough and not very good to eat and, although, uh, I don’t know about balls, but surely a cock would not be very edible.”


Cindy displayed an evil smile and said: “Well, I’ve got news for you buster! Men’s roasted bodies are not only good to eat, but their meat is extremely tender, juicy, and delicious to the point of surpassing any other type of meat I’ve ever tasted. This is true for your balls also, and as far as your cocks are concerned, when cooked, they become an unbelievable delicacy – especially the head. I say this from experience because I did indeed eat Frank’s roasted cock and balls last night. I also ate a piece of his ass that almost melted in my mouth. There are a lot of men being held captive on this island and, like you, all of them are naked. Some, also like you, are slaves, and the rest are being held in a number of compounds. But the one thing all have in common is, sooner or later, they will be killed, cooked, and eaten by the women on this island. In fact, the meat of human males is the only kind of meat these women eat. The bacon you saw me eating this morning came from some guy’s tummy.”


Cindy smiled when seeing a dumfounded expression on Robert’s face that was rapidly turning pale and said: “Yes, that also includes you, and there’s absolutely nothing you can do to change it. You’ve become nothing more than meat on the hoof destined for slaughter. And yes, when that time arrives, your cock and balls will be cooked, and I’m going to have the extreme pleasure of eating them. The only choice you have is in what method your death will occur. If you behave and be an obedient slave, it will be fast and fairly painless, but if not, you’ll end up being gutted and riding a spit over red hot coals while still alive – just like Frank. And don’t even think about trying to escape. This is a small island, and they have dogs that can be used for tracking, so you would be quickly caught. Janice told me that becoming a live roast immediately after being caught is the penalty for any male trying to escape.


It might help you to grasp the extent of the total disregard these women have for a man’s life if I tell you what happened today. A large group of naked men were turned loose in the woods this morning and then hunted. That’s what the bows and arrows Janice had this morning were for. Well, to make a long story short, Sam was one of the men and, by pure chance, he came close to a blind Janice and I were in. I shot an arrow through his heart, and he was dead before hitting the ground. We carried him out hanging from a pole in the same way I’m sure you seen pictures of being done with a deer or some other large animal. We then hung him up by his feet from the branch of a tree, and I gutted him like he was indeed a deer. This was done at a place where women were doing the same thing to a lot of other naked guy’s that had been killed.”


The skeptical look that came on Robert’s face made it obvious he was highly doubtful of her being able to bring herself to kill Sam, or any other man for that matter - to say nothing of doing the latter grisly activity. “I can tell by the look on your face that you don’t believe me.” Cindy said. “But that doesn’t really matter. You also won’t believe me when I tell you that I’ve just finished eating Sam’s balls that had been sliced and deep fried, or what I said about me eating Frank’s roasted cock and balls last night. But I think it will be extremely difficult for you not to believe this.”  With that, she reached in the bowl and, holding it by the root, held up Sam’s penis that, in being swollen and appearing to be partially-erect, stood upright except for curving sideways with grill marks on the shaft being highly noticeable.
 

Cindy found the dumbfounded expression on Robert’s face that had replaced his previous look of skepticism being priceless, and this time, she was unable to keep from laughing. She started making the swollen penis flop heavily back and forth in a taunting manner and said: “This is Sam’s cock and, as you can see, it’s been grilled to perfection. I know you can’t tell whether or not it was actually his, but you surely can’t deny that this is a human penis. Isn’t that so?” When Robert failed to respond, she said in a loud tone: “I said, can you deny that this is a human penis!” The sharpness of her voice jolted Robert out of his stupor. “Uh.., no ma’am, I uh.., I can’t deny that it’s a human penis.” 


“It is indeed.” Cindy said while continuing to flop Sam’s penis back and forth. She soon started giggling at what, to her, was proving to be a very amusing and exciting activity. In addition, she was also experiencing a pleasing feeling of pride at treating that which was, by far, the most male part of a man’s body in such a demeaning manner. At the time, however, she was unaware of also becoming damp. She glanced at Robert and saw his face had turned almost crimson. It was obvious that seeing her taunting a man’s penis was embarrassing him, yet he appeared unable to divert his gaze. In wanting to tease him further she said, I never knew that playing with my food could be so much fun. I’m definitely going to do this with your cock after it’s been cooked, and then, I’m going to eat it - like this.”


Cindy turned Sam’s penis around and, without hesitating, took a large bite from the severed end, and once again, she started chewing the meat from the shaft of a human penis. And, even though, this time in knowing what to expect, she once again found herself being amazed at how this most male of all organs could be so tender, delectable, and full of delicious juices. She had intended to eat it in front of Robert in a taunting manner, but when taking additional bites, she became so caught up in enjoying a fantastic and erotically exciting meat that she gave him little notice. She was also uttering moans of pleasure without being aware of them. This time, however, she became aware of becoming increasingly wet, and a tingling between her legs becoming extreme.


When only the swollen head remained, her eyes flashed with excitement as she looked intently at the strutted shape. When slipping it almost all the way in her mouth, she closed her eyes when running her tongue over the smooth surface, flicking it back and forth across the open hole, and sucking out yummy juices. Then, when taking a bite from the rounded end, she once again discovered the remarkable tenderness, juiciness, and fantastic flavor of an amazing meat that, even though having already been discovered, she was finding it hard to believe anything could be so incredibly delectable. Also, she unknowingly began to moan with extreme pleasure while slowly chewing and savoring a fantastic delicacy.


The delightful and exciting process was repeated when she slipped the remaining portion into her mouth. It was only gradually that she recovered from what had been a thrilling experience and looked at Robert who was gaping at her with an expression registering total disbelief. “Fantastic!” She murmured while wiping her chin that had become wet with juices. “As I told Janice last night, the only thing wrong with a man’s cock is that it can’t be a lot bigger - especially the head that is, by far, the most fantastic of all.”


With her unbelievably delicious and sensuous meal no longer being a distraction, other than an exciting and delightful memory, Cindy became acutely aware of having become sexually aroused to an extremely high degree that, in being added to still feeling the lingering effects of experiencing one exciting and erotic event after another that had begun when standing over Sam’s lifeless body, had generated another sensation of what seemed to have become a fire raging between her legs. Only, this time, it was even greater than what had occurred the previous night. “Go lay on the floor and spread!” she said in a tone that expressed a sense of urgency.


The command caused a wave of dread to pass through Robert that only increased when looking at Cindy and seeing her eyes flashing to an extent of seeming to make them sparkle. She also had a look of wildness about her that, since he had never been around a woman that had been sexually aroused, he didn’t recognize it for what it was, and it left him being totally bewildered and even more apprehensive. But, in spite of this, his fear of her had become so great that he started to slowly crawl toward where he had been directed. But his slow pace increased dramatically when she yelled: “Move.., you stupid asshole!”


Cindy wasted no time in tying Robert on the floor in a spread-eagle position and then rapidly removed her dress and panties which, in seeing her standing naked, resulted in his penis beginning to stir despite being on the verge of panic. Cindy’s highly aroused state surged even higher when seeing it starting to grow, and she gave no thought to her nakedness as she stood above him with legs spread and providing a clear view of the wet and swollen folds that lay between. Her face registered a look of longing and exhilaration as she stared intently at the object receiving her undivided attention as it continued to swell until becoming fully erect.


Her actions were almost frantic when tying the leather strap tightly around the base of his penis and scrotum. When sitting back, she was thrilled in seeing, as before, that being tied had caused the shaft to become even more rigid, and the head more strutted which caused the hole to gape even wider. The thought came to her that it gave an appearance of having become enraged and defiant. She giggled in knowing how deceiving this appearance truly was, since being in this state made it even more venerable to receive what was to come.


And, come it did. She grabbed the small leather whip, sat on his face, and it was not long until Robert was once again bucking and thrashing underneath her while uttering high pitched screams mixed with being muffled as Cindy ground her swollen and extremely wet vulva back and forth across his nose and mouth. His rigid penis lost any appearance of being defiant as it bounced and thrashed about in wild abandon along with his testicles jouncing rapidly while being lashed by a force exceeding any they had received the previous night. But, although being more severe than the night before, the attack ended sooner. The reduced time, however, had nothing to do with her remembering what Janice had said, but because after experiencing an orgasm while grinding on his face, it had not been sufficient to dampen the sensation of a raging fire taking place between her legs. If anything, it had become more intense.
         

It was for this reason that Cindy dropped the whip, turned around, impaled herself on Robert’s still rampant erection, and rode it at such a feverish pace that her breast, with engorged nipples, jiggled and jounced in a manner that gave an appearance of being in a frenzy. It did not take long for her to reach an intense orgasm and then, when the exhilarating waves finally subsided, fall forward on his chest while keeping him embedded.  Once again, Robert’s tightly tied and battered penis resulted in him experiencing far more pain than pleasure. In addition, he had again become frustrated when an ejaculation had been triggered but his released semen failed to make it past where the urethra had been tightly closed. But this time, in knowing whose soft breasts were pressing against his bare chest, and whose vagina in which his penis remained embedded, enabled him to experience at least some degree of pleasure.


Cindy’s heightened arousal, however, had been of such a degree that she was soon riding Robert again in yet another frenzy that resulted in her reaching another orgasm that was even more intense. It required three more repetitions, however, before her vagina seemed to explode and send out wave after wave of incredible and exhilarating ecstasy that, after finally receding, left her physically drained yet feeling a fulfilling contentment as though floating in a state of dreamlike bliss. It took quite some time for her to gain enough strength to sit up and disengage herself from Robert, and when looking at his penis, saw that it had not only lost none of its rigid enormity, but seemed to have swollen even more from being used to such a savage degree.


She leaned over, kissed the strutted head, and said: “I thought you were good last night fellow, but you really outdid yourself this time!” She then began untying the leather strip and, once again, when it became loose, a thick, ropelike stream of semen erupted from the tip that was followed by others of gradually decreasing intensity. Robert’s penis then quickly wilted and was soon flaccid although remaining somewhat swollen. But in spite of the punishment it had received, it became erect again when being sucked, licked, and lightly chewed with a great deal of gusto.


If Robert had been anticipating any change in Cindy’s attitude toward him, he was sadly disappointed when, after finely taking his penis from her mouth, she said: “I’m going to bed now, and you had better do nothing to wake me.” She was soon sleeping soundly, but what little sleep Robert managed to get was again troubled and fitful. He was, however, asleep when Cindy awoke feeling extremely refreshed in a way she had never known before. After putting on fresh clothing, she went out to get something to eat.


As Cindy was walking toward the kitchen, she stopped when hearing Janice calling. “I’m glad I caught you Cindy.” Janice said when coming closer. “I’d like to show you where we store our meat while we have time.” She then looked at Cindy closer and said: “I see you enjoyed yourself immensely last night. You have that glow a woman only has after having achieved a total sexual fulfillment. It was present to some extent yesterday morning, but nothing like this!”


“I didn’t know it was that obvious.” Cindy said while blushing. “But yes, I feel absolutely fantastic in an extremely contented way. I can’t believe how horny I was last night. After eating Sam’s balls and his cock, my pussy felt like it was on fire and then, when I was whipping Robert’s cock and balls while grinding my pussy in his face, it got even more intense. Even when I came, it didn’t do a whole lot to quench it, so I started fucking him, and even though cuming again and again, it seemed like I just couldn’t fuck him enough. It sure is great that a man’s cock stays hard when tightly tied no matter how much it’s being used, because I used the hell out of it. I think I came at least five times when fucking him, and I still can’t believe the last one. It was totally fantastic. I felt as though the top of my head was going to come off.”

 
“it’s called a ‘maxi’.” Janice said. “Having one of those not only requires being extremely aroused, but occurs after multiple orgasms of increasing intensity. You had been horny for a large part of yesterday from all you had done and then, eating your kill’s cock and balls just added to it. And then whipping your slave’s cock and balls put you over the top. I know, because it not only still happens to me after making a kill and dining on his cock and balls, but most hunters I’ve talked about this with do the same, so you surly aren’t alone.”

 
When they reached the large mound of earth where meat was being stored, Janice opened the heavy wooden door, and when she flipped a switch, the interior was illuminated by a subdued yet adequate lighting. In seeing a look of surprise on Cindy’s face, she said: “They’re low voltage bulbs hooked up to a bank of car batteries. The batteries are recharged when needed by a hand cranked generator – slave powered of course. All of this was installed by a male that had been an electrician.” Cindy laughed and said: “Once again, I’m amazed, but I’m curious as to how the electrician was paid for his services.” “It was before my time, but I’ve been told he was especially delicious.” Janice replied while displaying a mischievous grin: “Well, let’s go inside.”

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Fiction / THE ISLAND (continued)

« on: April 04, 2019, 12:49:48 PM »

Chapter 9

When reaching the village, Cindy and Janice followed as Janice’s slave, with Sam’s gutted carcass draped over his shoulder, carried it into a large hut. Upon entering, Cindy saw a number of heavy wooden tables with dark stained surfaces and women wearing blood spattered leather aprons. Each table had a meat clever, a meat saw, and knives of various sizes hanging from hooks on the sides. All but four of the tables had men’s naked bodies lying on them that were in the process of being butchered – several of which had been reduced to a headless torso with upper thighs and being cut in half down the spine. One of the women pointed to an empty table and told Janice’s slave to dump Sam’s body on it and spread the legs. When this had been done, she glanced approvingly at the location of the hole in the left breast and congratulated Janice on having made an excellent kill. Janice said: “Not me Mary, he was brought down by Cindy and at a fairly long distance.” Mary looked a Cindy and said: “My, my, and on your first hunt, that is indeed impressive, please accept my heartiest congratulations.” “Thank you.” Cindy replied shyly as a strange feeling went through her from being praised for having taken the life of a young man in cold blood. And to make it even more strange, it had been said in a casual and indifferent manner as though bringing in a naked man’s lifeless and disemboweled body had no more significance than if it had been a basket of choice vegetables.


Mary looked at Sam’s face and said: “Well, well, I see he has what we call a ‘why on earth am I suddenly dead’ expression. This only occurs when death has been unexpected and instantaneous. We don’t get very many of these, and when we do, the hunter usually chooses for the expression to remain when the head is mounted, since it not only shows having been a clean kill, but something worthy of being proud. “Then that’s what I want.” Cindy said. “I think I would have chosen it anyway since I think it’s kind of funny looking.” “I’ll make a note of it.” Mary said. She then looked at Janice with a mischievous smile, and said: “If I’m not mistaken, Janice, I don’t think you have one of those.” “You know damn well I don’t!” Janice replied in a tone of mock annoyance. “But at least I have five to your three.” “That’s only because I always have to leave early so I can get back and be ready when our customers start arriving.” “You’re just looking for an excuse. I really don’t think any of your customers would complain if they had to wait awhile for your services.”


Although Cindy was enjoying the exchange, she was finding it difficult to comprehend such lighthearted banter going back and forth between two women who were not only talking about men being killed, and their heads mounted as hunting trophies, but taking place in a room where young men’s naked bodies were being butchered in an efficient manner that showed a well established routine. Mary looked between Sam’s legs, reached down, hefted his penis and scrotum, and asked: “How would you like these babies being cooked? The cock can be broiled, fried, roasted in an oven, or grilled over charcoal. The most popular method for balls when the outer membrane has been removed, is to be cut in slices, dipped in a semen flavored batter, and deep fried.” “That sounds great for his balls!” Cindy said in an enthusiastic manner. “And I think I’d like to have his cock grilled.” “No problem, I’ll make a note of it for the kitchen. You can pick them up this evening. The only other thing you need to decide is what state you want his cock being in when its mounted.” Cindy blushed, but in feeling a tingle of excitement said: “Well, uh, I’m somewhat curious to see what it looks like when, er.., erect.” “Erect it will be.” Mary said. “That is by far the most popular and especially for first kills.”


Mary looked at Janice and said: “I hear there are a lot more to be brought in.” “There is, well over half of those released had already been taken when we left, and there will surely be a lot more before the horn sounds.” Janice said. “It looks like you girls are going to be quite busy.” “That’s true, we’ll be working late tonight and most of tomorrow, but then we get a break from not having to process any more meat for a few days. Besides, when you’ve done it enough times, it’s not all that difficult to take them apart.” She paused and grinned while Janice rolled her eyes and said: “Here we go again!” Mary ignored Janice’s snide remark and said: “It’s trying to put one back together that can be a real pain.” Despite the unbelievable and shocking activity taking place around her, Cindy was unable to keep from giggling in genuine amusement.


After leaving the hut, Janice pointed to a large mound of earth that had a heavy wooden door in it. “As I said last night, that is where we store our meat. It stays cool enough inside to enable lasting over a week without spoiling. ”Even after all that had occurred, Cindy found it hard to comprehend Janice’s indifferent manner as though talking about storing meat from some type of livestock instead of that of human males. “Let’s go inside.” Janice said. She started walking toward the door, but stopped when hearing a loud, obviously male, high pitched scream being uttered. “This can wait.” She said. “Come on, I think you’ll enjoy this.”

More screams sounded as Cindy walked with Janice until coming to a group of women that were laughing, giggling, and pointing while looking at a naked young man being lashed by a whip. The whip was similar to the one Cindy had used on Robert except for being much larger. He was standing in a spread-eagle position with his hands tied by leather straps to an overhead beam and his widespread feet to stakes driven into the ground.
 

In addition to uttering an agonizing scream at each blow, the man’s body jerked and twisted in a manner that caused his pelvis to thrust forward. Cindy’s attention was almost immediately drawn to his penis and the bulges in his scrotum that flopped and jounced in wild gyrations. They soon became nonstop as both the frequency and force of the lashes steadily increased. It was not long until she was laughing and giggling at what to her were not only highly amusing, but also extremely exciting antics.

 
The severity of the lashes only stopped when the young man could endure no more, and he slumped into a semi-conscious state with his head hanging forward. “That guy’s cock and balls put on quite a show!” Cindy said while tears of mirth flowed down her cheeks. “I wonder what he did to disserve being whipped like that.” “Probably nothing.” Janice replied. “It’s not only exciting and satisfying to whip a slave into total submission but, as you just saw, it provides great entertainment for onlookers.” “What’s the mirror for?” Cindy asked when noticing a full-length mirror leaning against a tree. “It lets a mistress have a view of her slave’s front, and primarily his cock and balls which, as you said, put on quite a show.”


Janice took a final glance at the semi-conscious young man and asked: “Do you know how to ride a horse?” “I was raised in rural Oregon and have been riding for as long as I can remember.” Cindy said and then her face lit up. “Don’t tell me you have horses here also.” “Yes, we have a large number. A few were brought here many years ago and allowed to reproduce and become a sizable herd.  If I had to guess the reason, I’d say it’s because, even back then, girls and horses were a natural mix. I like to ride on the beach in the evening whenever possible, like now, so after we go by my hut to take care of my slave, we’ll go to the stable and you can select one you like.


After Janice’s slave had been tied spread-eagle on the floor of her hut, she and Cindy walked down yet another trail until coming to a stable and a fenced pasture where a number of horses were grazing. Janice uttered a shrill whistle, and a large black stallion perked up his ears, trotted to the fence, and nuzzled Janice as she reached around his neck to stroke the side of his head. “He’s magnificent,” Cindy said in a tone of genuine admiration. “Yes, it’s a shame human males can’t be like this – loyal and gentle with a big heart that matches his size. But enough about Midnight. There are some horses in the paddock out back, so let’s go select you’re mount.


When entering the paddock, Cindy’s attention was soon drawn to a large chestnut filly that shied away as she approached. “That’s Sally, but don’t let her gentle name fool you.” Janice said. “Jezebel would be more appropriate. Almost everyone I’ve seen trying to ride her has wound up being on her posterior.” Cinda said: “I like a horse with spirit.” She then made soothing sounds while approaching the filly in a non-threatening manner and, this time, succeeded in grasping the halter. “We have both western and English saddles.” Janice said. “I prefer bareback.” Cindy replied.  “Are you sure?” Janice asked. She then shrugged and said: “Well, it’s your bottom!”


At first, Sally was extremely skittish, but Cindy’s skilled and confident manner soon had her under control. When reaching a white sandy beach, it took only slight pressure of Cindy’s knees to cause Sally to break into a full gallop. In being a stallion, it didn’t required Janice doing anything more than loosing the reins for Midnight to take off in hot pursuit. Much to Cindy’s delight, Sally could truly fly, and it was only gradually that the gap was being closed. When Midnight pulled abreast, Sally found yet another gait and they ran side by side with neither gaining an advantage. As they continued this breathtaking pace, Cindy was enjoying the sound of pounding hoofs, the wind on her face, and her hair streaming behind. In leaning forward, she was also enjoying the way her clitoris and vulva, which had remained wet and swollen from all that had occurred on this exciting and highly eventful day, were being rhythmically ground into Sally’s back.  When they finally slowed to a canter, she felt extremely refreshed from what had been an exhilarating ride.


Later, as they were walking back to the village, Janice said: “Not only did you control Sally in a way I would not have thought possible, but that’s the first time Midnight has ever been challenged. Your skill in riding matches that of your archery.” “I have to give Sally credit for that.” Cindy replied. “All I did was go along for the ride.” “Well, I know better but, be that as it may, I think both of us have worked up quite an appetite. Your kill’s cock and balls should be ready by now, so let’s go by the kitchen and pick up our meals.”


When entering the kitchen, they were greeted with the pleasing aroma and sizzling sounds of meat being cooked. A woman standing behind the serving counter smiled at Cindy and said: “Congratulations on making a kill today. We’re still cooking some of the cocks and balls that were taken. but I think yours are ready, let me check.” She glanced at a list and said: “Yep, number twelve. They’re being kept warm in an oven along with quite a few others. I’ll get them for you.” She opened the door of a large oven that had several rows of pans inside sitting on shelves.


She put on a pair of heavy mittens and pulled out a pan with the number twelve etched on the front, put the contents in a bowl, and handed it to Cindy. “Thank you.” Cindy said with her excitement surging when seeing the swollen and golden-brown head of Sam’s grilled penis protruding from a mound of what might have been mistaken for chicken nuggets if she hadn’t known different. “It’s been a long time since we’ve had this many cocks and balls to cook after a hunt,” the woman said. “Believe it or not, I’ve almost seen enough of them for awhile.” “Yes, the take was well above average.” Janice said. “I was going to have my slave put down in a few days, but it looks like he’ll get a reprieve for a week or so. But for now, I’m hungry and in the mood for some ribs.”
 

When they approached Cindy’s hut a short time later, she saw a skull over the door and said: “It looks like someone made a mistake.” “No, that’s the skull from the male we roasted last night.” Janice said. “It’s tradition for skulls over our doors to be those of slaves, but it’s not a steadfast rule. Since this male was a rather belligerent acquaintance of yours, I thought you might like having it up there since it will probably be awhile before your slave is going to be put down.” A strange feeling went through Cindy as she looked at the grinning skull of a man she had known whose gaping eye sockets appeared to be gazing at her. But her continued resentment toward him caused her to also have a feeling of pleasure and pride. “Thanks Janice!” She said. “I will definitely like having that bastard’s skull over my door!”

 
“I’m glad you’re pleased.” Janice said. “Oh, don’t let the condition of your slave’s cock and balls stop you from enjoying yourself tonight. Despite being extremely vulnerable to pain, a male’s sex organs can be subjected to an amazing amount of punishment without causing permanent damage. But, with that being said, try to keep from getting carried away and overdoing it. We need for him to be able to walk tomorrow.  Well, I’ll see you in the morning. Have fun tonight and be sure to enjoy your meal.” Janice winked and then left before Cindy had a chance to ask why Robert should be able to walk the next day.


Cindy entered her hut and looked at Robert lying spread-eagle on the floor. The size of his flaccid penis appeared to be almost normal and the bruises much improved. His scrotum, however, was still badly discolored and swollen. “Did you have a nice day today. She said in a cheerful tone as she put her bowl on the table and set Robert’s on the floor. He hesitated a moment and then said: “Uh, my day has not been nice at all, uh, ma’am.” In addition to my balls hurting a lot, lying tied like this on a hard floor all day, and being unable to move, has been extremely uncomfortable. I’m aching all over.” “Oh you poor thing!” Cindy said in a tone of mock concern. “You know, I’ve been wondering what you would look like with a spit coming out of your mouth and revolving over red-hot coals while still alive. Perhaps you would prefer that instead of being forced to endure such terrible treatment. All I have to do is say the word, and it can be arranged.” A look of panic came on Robert’s face, and he said in a desperate tone: “Please ma’am, please not that, I promise not to complain anymore!”


Cindy was only bluffing, but in enjoying the moment, continued keeping a stern look on her face despite finding it increasingly difficult to keep from laughing. “Well, maybe this time, I’ll settle for giving you another kick in the balls.” She then gaped in surprise when he scrunched his eyes closed with his face registering a look of dread.  He was obviously anticipating being savagely kicked again but remained silent. She found it hard to comprehend having such total control over a member of the opposite sex who was much larger and stronger. Despite being hard to comprehend, however, she felt a wave of exhilarating pleasure and pride. “Open your eyes slave.” She said while still using a stern tone. “I just remembered Janice telling me that we need you to be able to walk tomorrow, so I’ll have to give you a reprieve this time. But so help me, I’d better not hear any more whining. Is that understood?” “Ye.., yes ma’am,” Robert said while being unsure if he should feel relief or not. “That’s better, now that we’ve got that settled, I’ll untie you so we can eat.”

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Fiction / Re: THE ISLAND

« on: April 02, 2019, 10:48:04 PM »

I’m glad you think it is a great story, and yes, it is the same story I previously posted on Cannibal Planet and Pulptoon. But after both changed, it did not transfer to the new Cannibal Planet, so I decided to post it again, primarily, for new members to read, and since my latest version of Word has a “read aloud” feature, I decided to use it before being posted. And when doing this, I found it hard to believe how many careless blunders I had previously made that I failed to catch when, supposedly, proofreading it. I also revised some parts that I thought sounded better. The reason for so many chapters Instead of just five parts is because, as I’m sure you are aware, is a single posting now being limited to less than 20,000 characters. So even though it is the same story, I hope it is now more enjoyable to read.

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Fiction / Re: THE ISLAND

« on: March 31, 2019, 07:41:29 PM »

Chapter 8

As they walked toward Sam’s lifeless body, Cindy said: “He was one of the men on the sailboat. His name was Sam. What on earth was he doing out here? Was he trying to escape?” Janice shook her head and said: “No, he wasn’t trying to escape. I forgot to mention that he was put in with the group selected to be hunted. Apparently, he had been flushed and was more concerned with what might be behind him than what lay ahead.”

“It’s a common mistake many of them make, and for most, like him, they never get the opportunity to make another one. It’s a remarkable coincidence of you being the one to bring him down.” “I wasn’t kidding when I said I didn’t think I would be able to shoot at a man,” Cindy said. “But something came over me when I recognized him. I don’t know how it happened, but believe it or not, I don’t think I even realized what I was doing until after he was laying out there dead. Maybe it had something to do with me seeing what happened to Frank last night.”

“Sam wasn’t as bad as Frank, but he would glance at me in ways that made it obvious of what he was thinking, so maybe when seeing him, something inside of me was saying that he also deserved to die. That’s the only explanation I can give, but even though it happened, I still find it hard to believe that I’ve actually killed him.” “Well it doesn’t really matter, one way or the other, what caused you to shoot.” Janice said. “The only thing that matters is that you did indeed shoot and made an outstanding kill!”

When they reached Sam’s body. He was lying sprawled on his back like a discarded doll, and a strange feeling came over Cindy when looking at his face. It was registering a look of stunned surprise. His eyes remained open and appeared to gaze blankly ahead. But her strange feeling changed to excitement when Janice walked up to him, lifted his limp penis with her toe, flipped it up into his pubic hair to better display both it and his scrotum, and said: “These don’t compare to your slave’s or the cock and balls you ate last night, but the size is not bad at all. You’ve going to be able to enjoy another delightful meal tonight.”

“I’ve been so caught up I forgot all about that!” Cindy said in an enthused tone. “Am I really going to eat them tonight?” Janice said: “Most definitely, the kitchen always makes a special effort after a hunt to ensure all the cocks and balls that have been taken will be cooked. They will be somewhat different from what you had last night, however. His ball sac and the skin from his cock will be removed and then tanned so they can be stuffed and mounted beneath his head, along with the pubic hair. “Oh my! I’d forgotten about that also.” Cindy squealed in delight! “Sam’s mounted head along with his cock and balls are going to be hanging on my wall! That’s absolutely fantastic!”

She then paused and said: “It won’t really be his balls if I’m going to eat them, but just looking at his sac with artificial balls inside will be exciting.” Janice smiled and said: “Actually, an important part of his balls will indeed be in the sac. The outer membranes will be removed and also tanned. They will then be stuffed and put back into the sac. Also, I think you will be pleased to know that the cocks are stuffed with a material that almost duplicates the feel of actual flesh. The same is true for the balls which are coated with a slick substance. When it comes to this part of a male body, when stuffed, we want them to look and feel as realistic as possible. Well, this fellow surely isn’t going to be walking out on his own, so let’s find a pole to use for carrying him.”

Sam’s body was soon hanging from his hands and knees tied to the trunk of a small tree that had been cut down. He was being carried by Janice leading the way and Cindy holding the other end. His face was toward Cindy, and his open eyes appeared to be looking at her as his head swung loosely back and forth. The motion had caused his tongue to dangle from his mouth. It was not his tongue, however, but his limp penis lying sideways that was the object of her undivided and excited attention.
   
A short while later, Cindy could hardly believe the bizarre scene that greeted her when reaching the cleared area where Janice had left her slave. Numerous ropes that, earlier, had hung empty from pulleys attached to lower branches now held men’s lifeless and naked bodies hanging by their feet and appearing to gaze uncaringly ahead. Most were in varying stages of being disemboweled by women whose hands and arms were covered with blood. Other lifeless and naked bodies were laying on the ground and appearing content to wait until being attended to while others, like Sam, were being carried in while hanging from poles in a similar manner.
It seemed as though everywhere she looked Cindy’s attention was drawn to the undersides of numerous limp penises and scrotums dangling in triangles of pubic hair from between spread legs. It was to such extent that she found it hard to believe that, until yesterday, she had only seen a few drawings of this part of a man’s body.

Cindy was looking around with her mouth open that only ended when hearing Janice say: “Well, well, it looks like it’s going to be a successful hunt. I’d say that at least half of those released this morning have been taken already, and there are surely others yet to be brought in. Well, let’s carry this fellow to an empty pulley.”
 
After Sam’s limp carcass had been lowered to the ground, Janice said: “While I untie him, get one of those spreader bars from that pile so we can get him hung up. Since you made the kill, it will be your job to field dress him, but since this is your first time, I’ll instruct you on how it’s done. The fun part is over, and the messy part is about to begin, but if you’re like me, you will find this part being somewhat fun also.

Janice had just finished untying Sam’s body from the pole when Cindy returned holding a metal spreader bar that had a ring in the center and a sharp pointed hook on each end. Janice took the bar, tied the rope to the ring in the center and said: “I’ll show you how to do the first one and you can do the other.” She reached down, picked up Sam’s left foot, and used the sharp point on one of the hooks to pierce his ankle between the bone and Achilles’ tendon.

“Okay Cindy, your turn, just feel the bone in his ankle with your hand and stick the hook in back of it. Any other place and it will tear out.” Cindy felt slightly queasy when she hesitantly picked up Sam’s right foot, felt for the bone, lifted the other end of the bar, and placed the point of the hook where instructed. She took a deep breath, closed her eyes, pushed down on his ankle, and was surprised at the ease in which the hook went through. “Very good.” Janice said. “Now help me pull the rope and we’ll get this guy off the ground.”

When Sam was hanging upside-down, and the rope tied to a stake to keep him suspended, Cindy walked to his front. A feeling of excitement and pride swept through her as she looked at the underside of his penis and scrotum dangling in his pubic hair at eye level, and, in so doing, found herself unable to resist reaching out and playfully flipping, jouncing, and making fun of them for a few minutes.

A mischievous thought came to her, and she lifted the limp penis, pointed the flared head toward her, and said: “Hello little Sam, have you been doing anything interesting lately?” She then started wiggling it, and said in a squeaky voice: “No ma’am, I’ve just been hanging around.”

Janice started laughing but stopped and glared at her slave that had just walked up. “It’s about time you showed up!” She said in a stern tone. “I’m sorry mistress.” He said with his face registering a look of fear. “I came as soon as I noticed you were here.” “Well your inattention will result in an extended session with my whip tonight. Now put that bag down and sit over there.” When her slave had quickly complied, Janice said: “Well, let’s get to work.” She reached in the bag, pulled out a roll of leather, spread it on the ground to reveal an assortment of knives in individual pockets, selected a knife, and said: “The first thing we need to do is drain the blood from his body. The quickest way is to simply slit his throat, but when the head is going to be mounted, it requires taking the skin of the entire neck, so I’ll make a small incision to cut the jugular vain and carotid artery on each side of the neck.  After being tanned, the incision will be stitched so that it’s barely noticeable.”

Cindy watched Janice make a small but deep cut on each side of Sam’s neck from which heavy streams of blood ran down his face and onto the ground. Janice handed the knife to Cindy and said: “The next thing is to slit his wrists. I’ll let you do that since it’s quite simple. Just cut deep.” This time, Cindy’s excitement had reached a point that she felt no queasiness whatsoever as she sliced both of Sam’s wrists from which blood also flowed. “Let’s get something to eat while he bleeds out.” Janice said and started walking toward a table in the distance that held trays piled with tropical fruit and slices of cooked meat.

They were soon sitting on the ground and holding wooden bowls. “This meat is delicious.” Cindy said. “What part of their bodies does it come from?” “It’s the inner thigh and one of the better cuts which is saying something since all parts of their bodies are delicious,” Janice replied. “You haven’t tasted the wine yet. Take a sip.”  Cindy’s face registered a look of surprise as she picked up a wooden cup and took a sip of a dark red liquid and said: “That’s the best wine I’ve ever tasted. Is it made here on the island?” “Yes.” Janice said. “We use a method handed down from one generation to another using various types of fruit.”

Cindy looked around and said: “It makes me feel kind of strange, in an exciting sort of way, to be sitting here in leisure as though having a picnic, and sipping wine while looking at naked dead guys, hanging upside-down from trees, and being gutted like they were a deer or something. Do you feel that way?” “No, not in the way you mean.” Janice said. “I’ve seen it so many times that I’ve become accustomed to it. I do, however, find it quite satisfying when seeing a large number of naked and lifeless male bodies, hanging by their feet in a degrading manner, and being field dressed by the women that had caused them to become lifeless, serves to exemplify how inferior they truly are. Well, I think your kill should be ready by now, so let’s get to work.”
 
Cindy’s excitement increased as she looked at Sam’s dead body while walking toward him, and, in seeing him hanging naked with his penis and scrotum dangling upside-down in a noticeable yet humbling manner, it did indeed give an appearance of being inferior. A surge of pride swept through her in realizing she had been the cause. When they reached him, Janice selected a knife, handed it to Cindy, and said: “Use this to cut him open. Start at his pubis and go down to the breast bone. But don’t cut so deep that it might nick an intestine.”

Cindy’s teeming emotions had reached such a height that they overcame any reluctance or queasiness she might have otherwise experienced, as she took the knife, thrust the point into Sam’s pubis below the pubic hair, and sliced downward to his rib cage - leaving a long, red gash. Laying down the knife and doing as Janice instructed, she hooked her fingers in each side of the slit and pulled his abdominal wall open to reveal a tightly packed coil of intestines. She thrust both hands deep into the pinkish grey mass, pulled out the tangle of rope like organs, and stepped back as they fell out into a pile on the ground and making a squishing plop.
 
His stomach had been pulled out and hung on his chest. She sliced through the esophagus, and the stomach made a loud splat when falling into the pile of human entrails. Then, with Janice carefully showing her what to do, she reached inside, grasped the large intestine just below where it connected with the anus, squeezed firmly to close it, and cut it lose.

A strange feeling of eeriness came over Cindy as she reached into Sam’s interior again and again to cut out internal organs until all had been removed. During this time, she briefly studied some of the various organs as they lay in her hand which only served to increase the eeriness of disemboweling the naked body of a man she had not only known, but had actually killed - this had been especially true when holding his heart with the hole made by her arrow being clearly visible. At the conclusion, her hands and forearms were covered with blood. She was in an excited daze when stepping back and seeing his backbone and ribs gleaming inside a now empty abdominal cavity.

Janice reached into her bag, pulled out a Polaroid camera and said: “I always bring my camera on hunts. Stand next to your kill so I can take a picture of this rememberable event.” “Cindy stood next to Sam’s body, reached around his thigh, and rested her hand on his scrotum in a possessive manner. Her face seemed to glow as it registered a look of excitement and pride of which both were truly genuine. “Perfect,” Janice said when looking at the developed image. “This one’s for you but let me take another for myself.”

After taking a second picture and putting her camera back in the bag, Janice said: “Congratulations on an excellent job Cindy. It’s hard to believe the progress you’ve made in such a short time. You got off to a good start in training your slave, and now you’ve killed your first male and reduced his body into becoming nothing more than an empty carcass ready to be butchered, cooked, and eaten.”

“I still don’t know what’s come over me.” Cindy said in a tone of wonder. “But whatever it is, it turned out to be an exciting experience in a strange sort of way. And that’s not all. I’m embarrassed to admit it, but instead of being grossed out, I’m also feeling quite horny. How on earth can I get horny while gutting a dead man’s body? Is something wrong with me?”

“If there is, you have a lot of company.” Janice said. “It happens to all of us which I think is caused by a number of things, such as the lingering excitement of making a kill, the prey being a naked male, a feeling of feminine pride in proving yourself superior, and in no small part, having his cock and balls dangling meekly in front of you’re face the entire time.”

“Well, whatever it is.” Cindy said. “I’m glad I’m not alone.” She then pointed to the pile of Sam’s internal organs lying on the ground and said: “What do we do with these?” “We leave them here.” Janice said. “The slaves of hunters that don’t make a kill will collect what is edible such as livers, and kidneys. Intestines, when cut into strips and fried, make a crisp and tasty snack to munch on. We also use them for sausage casing. And the prostate glands and seminal vesicles make an excellent semen flavored dip. Whatever remains will be left for wildlife to feed upon. We can leave as soon as you wash the blood off your hands and arms in that stream.”
 
A short while later, they were walking behind Janice’s slave who was carrying Sam’s body draped over his right shoulder. Cindy’s pride remained high as she watched Sam’s limp arms swinging back and forth and the degrading way his bobbing head caused his face to continually slap against the slave’s bare back.

Her enthusiastic mood was only enhanced at the meek and obedient manner of Janice’s large and muscular slave as he carried a man’s naked and lifeless body while showing no more emotion than if carrying a sack of grain. “I’m impressed at how well behaved your slave is.” She said. “Yes, he’s been one of my better ones. But, like all good things, it has to come to an end.  I’m going to have him put down in a few days, and I will have to start training a new one.”
 
Cindy was shocked when hearing this, and a strange feeling went through her when looking at the young man walking in front of her and realizing his healthy, masculine young body would soon not only be dead, but become nothing more than pieces of butchered meat putting off a pleasing aroma while being cooked in the kitchen.
 
Her attention, however, was soon drawn to the way the mounds of his buttocks moved as he walked, and she said: “His plump ass looks delicious! When the time comes, would it be possible for me to have a thick slice of it?” It took Janice a few minutes to stop laughing, but when she did, she said in a merry tone: “Most assuredly, if fact, I’ll see to it that one entire cheek is reserved for us to share.” “That would be great.” Cindy said as she looked at the bouncing object being casually discussed while visualizing carving a juicy roasted slice from it.

(Note: I would like to thank pr_squared for his enjoyable hunt stories that have caused me to become intrigued with the idea of naked men being released in wooded areas, hunted by women and, after being killed, field dressed, butchered, and becoming meat to be cooked and eaten – also by women.)

(To be continued)

15

Fiction / Re: THE ISLAND

« on: March 31, 2019, 07:31:21 PM »

Chapter 7

When entering the kitchen, Cindy was surprised in seeing the interior being far from the primitive setting she had been anticipating. Several women were working at two large wood-fired stoves where sizzling meat in frying pans was giving off pleasing aromas.  Hanging from a large overhead rack was an impressive assortment of pots and pans.
 
A heavy, wooden butcher table had a wide variety of knives hanging on the side, but she gave the latter little notice when seeing what was on the surface. A thick slab of meat was closest to her, but it was not this that caught her attention. Beyond the slab of meat lay what was clearly the upper part of a man’s leg.

There was also a cafeteria style serving counter where women were pushing trays and making selections that were handed to them by women servers. In not having Janice with her, Cindy was somewhat hesitant in picking up a tray from a stack and going to the end of the counter. But she quickly calmed down when a woman behind the counter gave her a friendly smile and said: “Welcome, we’re extremely glad to have you among us.”

She then pointed to two large rectangular pans. One was filled with scrambled eggs and the other with eggs that had been fried. “We raise our own chickens, so the eggs are fresh. The meat next to the bacon is inner thigh and, beyond that is a nice selection of tropical fruit that are all delicious. The bowls on the table over there are for slaves. They’re all the same so it doesn’t matter which one you choose.”

Cindy selected scrambled eggs but, when coming to the meat, asked the woman what she recommended. The woman said both were extremely good, but for breakfast, she preferred the crispness of bacon. “It does look good.” Cindy said. “But I think I’d rather have meat that comes from males.” “Both come from males.” The woman said good-naturedly. “Male meat is the only type that is eaten on our island. I mean, the only type that is eaten by women. The meat in the bowls for slaves over there is dried pork.”
 
“You can get bacon from them also?” Cindy asked in a tone of surprise while looking at a pan containing thick strips that looked remarkably similar to ordinary bacon except for having a richer color. “Oh yes, it comes from their abdomens, like over there.” the woman said while pointing to the thick slab of meat on the butcher table where a woman was now cutting slices. “Then I’ll take some bacon please.” Cindy said with a giggle. “I can tell what it is now, but at first, I didn’t recognize it as having come from one of their tummies.”

After being given a generous amount of bacon, Cindy selected some tropical fruit. She then went to the table the woman had pointed out and picked up a bowl for Robert. It, like all the others, contained chunks of coconut and strips of dried meat.

Robert was awake when Cindy returned. “Good morning,” she said in a cheerful tone, “did you sleep well last night?” Robert however, in finding himself being totally bewildered as to how this beautiful young woman who had treated him with such unbelievably cruelty could actually be the same girl he had dated for almost two years, just gaped at her through pain filled eyes. But he was brought back to horrible reality when Cindy picked up the small whip and said: “I asked you a question. Do I have to use this to get an answer?”

A look of panic came on Robert’s face, and he said in a pleading tone: “I…, I’ll answer. Please don’t hit me there again. I hardly slept at all. My balls were hurting something awful, and still are, uh…, ma’am.” “Well, they’re going to be hurting a lot worse if you don’t start behaving like the slave you have become. When I ask a question, I expect an immediate answer. Now tell me who I am?” “Er…, you… you’re my mistress, uh..,  ma’am.” “That’s better. I’ve brought you something to eat so I’ll untie you, but don’t forget how you’re expected to behave.”
 
When Robert had been untied, he sat on the floor looking doubtfully at the contents of his bowl that, although full, didn’t look very appetizing. Cindy, in sitting at a table, picked up one of the strips of bacon and looked at it in a contemplating manner. She had been intending to tease Robert by telling him what it was but decided he had been tormented enough for awhile.

Little did she know that this slight show of compassion would be the last she would ever give him. She took a bite of the crisp strip, and found it surpassing any bacon she had ever tasted. She then giggled when seeing Robert looking at it in a longing manner while chewing a tough piece of dried meat. “If only he knew,” she thought while feeling highly amused.

They had just finished when Janice walked in holding two bows in one hand and two quivers of arrows in the other. She put them on the table, looked at Robert who was still sitting on the floor, and said in a demanding tone: “Stand up slave.” He stood but quickly placed his hands over his groin. “Put you’re hands down!” She barked. “Slaves are forbidden to cover themselves, so don’t ever do it again.” Robert quickly did as told and stood blushing profusely with his hands at his sides.

In seeing the state of his bruised and swollen genitals, Janice walked over, reached down, and cupped his scrotum. Robert winched and uttered a moan even though she had hardly lifted it. “It looks like you did indeed have a good time last night.” She said to Cindy while displaying a mischievous smile. Cindy blushed and said: “Well, at first, I was only going to look, but then I got excited and started playing with them that caused him to get hard. One thing led to another until I’m sitting on his chest and whipping his cock and balls as hard as I could.” She then became bolder, uttered a giggle, looked at Robert, and said: “But hearing him screaming with him bucking and thrashing underneath me with his cock and balls bouncing all over the place was the most thrilling and exciting experience I’d ever had!”

Cindy’s face then turned red and after pausing a moment said: “That is, it was uh…, the most thrilling and exciting experience I’d ever had until I…,uh…,uh.” “Until you fucked him, right?” Janice said while displaying a knowing smile. Cindy only nodded, but her face turning redder made the answer obvious. “There’s no reason to be embarrassed, Cindy.” Janice said. “I seriously doubt there’s a woman anywhere, if being honest with herself, wouldn’t get carried away when doing such things to a naked male. I always fuck my slave after giving him a severe working over. It’s all part of being a woman and responding to deep seated emotions within us like I talked about last night.”

In wanting to get Cindy’s mind off her embarrassment, Janice again cupped Robert’s scrotum, ignored his loud groans, and said: “His balls are really swollen to have only been whipped. Did anything else happen?” The tactic proved successful in enabling Cindy to recover, and she said: “When I was sitting on him and rubbing back and forth on his face, his blindfold got pulled down on one side, and he saw me when I stood up. He called me by my name, so I kicked him in his balls like you said. I think it did indeed make a vivid and lasting impression.” She looked at Robert and asked: “Am I right?”  “Y…,y…, yes ma’am.” Robert stammered. Janice nodded in an approving manner and said: “Very good Cindy. Despite this being you’re first time, you’ve done an excellent job in beginning his training.”

Janice looked at Robert’s genitals in an apprising manner and said: “Being swollen makes it somewhat hard to tell, but in making a guess, I’d say his cock and balls are about the same impressive size as the ones you ate last night.” “Yes, they’re every bit as big as Frank’s were.” Cindy said in an enthusiastic tone. Janice jounced Robert’s testicles several times and said while again ignoring his moans: “My, my, you are indeed lucky, you’re going to have the opportunity to enjoy yet another delicious and fantastic meal after these delicacies have been cooked up.”
 
Since both of Janice’s and Cindy’s attention had been directed toward Robert’s genitals, they failed to notice a look of stunned shock and disbelief come on his face which then drained of color. It was only when he toppled backward with his head making a loud thud when hitting the floor that they looked at him. Janice laughed and said: “Apparently, you failed to inform him of his eventual fate. If I had to guess, I‘d say he wasn’t overly enthused when hearing what it’s going to be. Well, we’ve got a hunt to go to. Help me drag him over there so we can tie him up.

Robert was once again tied spread-eagle on the floor, and he was still unconscious when Cindy and Janice each slung a bow across their backs, hung a quiver of arrows over a shoulder, and walked outside. In seeing Janice’s slave holding a leather bag, Cindy asked: “Is he going with us?” “Only to the area we use for field dressing kills. If we’re successful in bringing one down, he’ll carry the carcass back to the village.”  Her slave obediently followed them as they walked down a path winding through the tropical forest.

Cindy looked at Janice and said: “I was quite impressed when going into the kitchen. It looked quite modern and expensive. If you don’t mind me asking, I’m curious of how all of those things were obtained.” “Well we prefer making our own items whenever possible, but we have no qualms in purchasing whatever else we might need when taking trips to large islands. And since we always have a large number of males around, there are always some that are capable of putting things together. As for funds, in being tourists, most males we capture carry large amounts of cash in their wallets, and since no longer having a need for it, it would be folly not to take it for ourselves. You’d be surprised how quickly it adds up. We always have more than enough to purchase whatever we need”

“Is there anything you haven’t found a solution for?” Cindy asked good-naturedly. “Not that I know of.” Janice replied in a like manner. They continued down the path until coming to a large area that had been cleared except for large trees that had ropes hanging from pulleys attached to lower branches.  Janice pointed to a group of naked men being watched by several women and said to her slave: “Wait over there with the other slaves until we return. And make sure that bag doesn’t get misplaced or your hide will be used to make a replacement.” “Yes mistress.” He said without showing any emotion and walked toward the group.

“We’re going to a location that has proven successful to me several times in past hunts,” Janice said as they started down a narrow path going deeper into the forest. “I just hope someone hasn’t gotten there first.” “Just how does the hunt work?” Cindy asked. “Surely you don’t let naked men just roam around in the woods.” “No, we don’t let them do that. The males we’re going to hunt today were taken from a compound this morning and taken to a designated area deep in the forest.”

“They’ve been told they’re going to become prey and be hunted, and they are given several hours to look for places to hide which is what is happening now. A horn will be sounded shortly that will be the signal for the hunt to begin. A second horn will sound this afternoon to signal coming to an end.”

“I see.” Cindy said. “But if they’re allowed to find places to hide, any that are not killed will still be out there in the woods.” “Not very long.” Janice said. ‘They’ve been told that after the second horn sounds, all survivors are to start back, and any that don’t return will be considered trying to escape. They know full well what that would mean which is why in all the hunts we’ve conducted, there has yet to be a male that wasn’t either carried out or walked out. After the ending horn sounds, to keep any from getting lost, it will periodically be blown to enable them knowing which direction to go. Hopefully, if we spot one, he’ll be one of those having to be carried out. The place I’m talking about is just ahead.”

Janice led Cindy into a grove of trees, glanced around and said: “Good, no one beat us to it. This not only provides concealment for us but gives a clear view of that small opening the path goes through. The undergrowth you see on each side not only goes a long way in both directions but is so thick a male would be extremely hesitant to try going through it even if he wasn’t naked.”

“All of this serves as a funnel that forces a male coming in this direction to use that narrow opening to get past.” Cindy asked: “Why would one be coming this way if they’ve all found places to hide?” Janice said: The purpose for giving them time to find places to hide is to make hunting them being more challenging and enjoyable. But since the primary purpose of the hunt is to obtain meat, a method is used to offset their advantage of being allowed to find places of concealment. We hunt in pairs that are assigned to two different types of groups. Those in one group, like us, will wait in blinds. The hunters in the other group will be looking for tracks and other signs showing where a male might be hiding.”

“When a male is spotted, one of the hunters will try to get close enough without being seen to bring him down, but since he will be extremely wary of the slightest movement or sound, it often results in him being flushed and running toward the other hunter who is waiting on the other side. But, since hitting a fast-moving target is not only difficult, there is often only a brief moment for taking a clear shot that results in many of them getting away.”
 
“In addition, each pair is limited to a single kill, so after making one, the hunters will start looking for other hiding places while making a lot of noise. This results in more being flushed and fleeing in terror and, quite often, running past an occupied blind.”

“You’d be surprised at how many will panic when just hearing hunters in the area and will run even though they haven’t been seen. We alternate hunting in each of the groups, so everyone will have an opportunity to participate in each type. This is why, in addition to the males that succeed in remaining hidden for the entire hunt, there will be others running around in panic, and as I’ve said, this blind is an excellent location. Two of the males whose heads you saw hanging on my wall came through that opening with me standing in this very spot.”

It was only a short while later that the sound of a horn being blown was heard in the distance. “The hunt has begun.” Janice said. “Any male we see is fair game.” For the next few hours, however, the only male that had been seen was a squirrel chasing a female that prompted Janice to say: “They’re all alike, aren’t they?” Cindy was starting to get bored when Janice whispered, “I thought I heard something. Go ahead and notch an arrow so you’ll be ready if one comes toward us.”

Despite the excitement that had come over her the night before and resulted in her doing the things she had done to Robert, Cindy was still convinced she wouldn’t be able to bring herself to try and kill a man in cold blood. But instead of saying anything that might divert Janice’s attention at a critical time, she did as asked. At first, Cindy heard nothing but birds chirping, but when a brief flash of something moving caught her eye, she stared through the opening. Although looking intently, however, she was startled when a naked man suddenly burst into view.

He was running quite fast while looking back over a shoulder that prevented her from seeing his face. But, even if he had been looking forward, she would have given his face little notice since her attention was drawn, almost immediately, to the frantic activity taking place between his pounding legs. Although being amused, she felt no desire to kill him and started to tell Janice to take the shot. Before she could do this, however, Janice put her fingers to her mouth and uttered a shrill whistle that caused the man to stop and look in their direction in a confused manner.

But he was not the only one that had become confused. In standing still and facing them, Cindy saw a familiar face. “Good grief, that’s Sam!” she said. “How on earth can he be here?” But, a moment later, something came over her, and without consciously realizing what she was doing, Cindy took a sideways stance, raised her bow while pulling the arrow back its full length, leaned her head to look down the shaft, point it at the center of his chest, and as a result of hours of practice, tilted the arrow upward after judging the distance and trajectory.

At the moment of reaching the angle that hours of practice told her to be correct, her fingers slid smoothly from the taunt bowstring. And, also as a result of hours of practice, she knew at the moment of release that her aim had been true. Her aim had indeed been true in archery standards where being slightly off still hits within a bulls-eye. So, instead of hitting Sam in the center of his chest where she had aimed, it was only by chance that it struck him the left and plunged through the center of his heart.

Cindy felt as though being in a dream as she watched Sam continuing to stand with the feathered end of an arrow, protruding from his left breast, being the only indication of something traumatic having occurred. A moment later, however, he toppled backward and made a thud when hitting the ground in a manner that caused her to grasp the devastating reality of what she had just done.

Before it could be contemplated, however, she was surprised when his body began to jerk in violent spasms that cause his limp penis, protruding from a thatch of pubic hair, to start flopping and his testicles to jounce about in his scrotum. Janice said in an admiring tone: “Excellent shot Cindy! He was dead before he hit the ground. They only jerk like that when death has been instantaneous.”

Cindy looked in wonder as Sam’s body continued to jerk until gradually diminishing and laying still. It was only then the strange spell that had come over her was broken. “Good grief! I just killed a man!” She gasped. “Indeed you did.” Janice said. “For someone who said she couldn’t bring herself to do it, you certainly didn’t hesitate when the opportunity came. I must say, I’m extremely impressed in seeing a champion archer in action. That was a remarkable shot. It was a fairly long distance and you hit him in the heart. I consider myself being pretty good, but I always wait for them to come closer.” “I didn’t even know exactly where his heart was.” Cindy said. “I was aiming at the center of his chest.” “Well, being slightly off at that distance is still a remarkable shot, and one you should be proud of. Even if the arrow had hit on the other side, death might not have been instantaneous, but he wouldn’t have lasted very long. Any hit in that area is always fatal. Well, let’s go over and take a look at your handiwork.”