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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 / 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 / THE ISLAND

« on: March 31, 2019, 06:52:17 PM »

Chapter 1
 
Cindy, a beautiful eighteen-year-old girl, had been enjoying a fantastic adventure. She and her boyfriend Robert, along with two of his friends had been sailing in the South Pacific on a large sailboat owned by Robert’s wealthy uncle named Jordan. Despite what many people would assume about a girl taking a sea voyage with four men, no sexual activity had occurred. In fact, when sitting with Robert, they would exchange some kisses, but he had only been allowed to touch her in places that were proper. In fact, they had been dating for almost two years, and he had yet to touch even her breasts. That’s not to say he didn’t have a strong desire to not only touch them, but to do a great deal more.

It was no wonder that Robert was infatuated with Cindy. She was the epitome of a blue-eyed blond with a lovely face and a superb figure, and he had hoped that, after finishing his senior year in college, she would care enough for him to become his wife. In hoping to gain her affection, he had doted after her and done anything and everything he could think of to please her. Unfortunately for Robert, although Cindy enjoyed being with him, whatever tenderness and caring she felt for Robert was more like that for a brother than a lover.   

Cindy was what some would say an ‘old fashion’ girl. She was not only a virgin but had never even experienced an orgasm. Some of her girlfriends had described them as not only being fantastic but could be achieved either by touching herself or using a vibrator. Cindy had been curious about what an orgasm would feel like, but not to such an extent of trying to find out by touching herself since this was something a ‘nice girl’ simply did not do. When she started dating Robert, when going to a movie, she would let him put his right arm around her shoulder. But then one night, when he started moving his hand tentatively toward her right breast, she pushed it away and let him know, in no uncertain terms, that such activity was not only strictly forbidden, but any further attempt would bring an end to their relationship. He reluctantly never tried again, but this did not stop him from hoping he would someday succeed in making her care enough for him to let his greatest desire become a reality - that of lying with her and making prolonged and passionate love.

This was why Jordan, whom his nephew had confided in, offered to take them on a cruise in his sailboat to the South Pacific, whose highly romantic atmosphere might be sufficient to overcome her resistance. When Robert asked Cindy if she would like to go, she was aware of what he had in mind, but she knew him well enough to know he would never try to force himself on her and, as long as she maintained her resolve, nothing improper would happen.  Jordan, who was middle aged, had always treated her with respect to such an extent that she knew he also could be trusted, so she readily agreed.

Jordan’s sailboat was quite large and required more than three people to operate, so two brothers named Frank and Sam that were friends of Robert and Jordan had also been invited. Cindy had not been pleased when told the brothers were going with them. She had been to several parties with Robert that they had also attended, and she soon found herself not caring for the obvious nature of their lingering glances in her direction. But she knew she would be safe since Robert and Jordan would always be close by, so she made no objection. When the voyage began however, their glances in her direction became more prevalent, and of the two, Frank was the worst in the leering way he would look at her, especially when she was sun-bathing in her two-piece bathing suit that was so modest it even covered her navel. But it could not conceal the smallness of her waist, the sensuous curves of her hips, her shapely legs, or the appealing fullness of her young breasts.

At first, even though making her feel uncomfortable, Cindy  had to admit that Frank was not only good looking, in an arrogant sort of way, but when he was also sun-bathing, the bulge in his tight fitting swim trunks was so noticeable that, despite her ‘proper’ nature, she found herself unable to keep from trying to visualize what lay beneath and, much to her chagrin’, causing her to get a tingly feeling between her legs. This soon came to an end, however, when his ‘sold on himself’ attitude and smirking glances became increasingly irritating to the point that she not only started ignoring him but avoided being around him as much as possible. And even though Sam’s manner was less irritating, he soon fell into the same category. But, with Robert and Jordon always close by, she refused to let her growing dislike for the brothers to put a damper on what was proving to be a wonderful and highly exotic experience.       

During the voyage, the south sea atmosphere had indeed been romantic, but other than sitting close with Robert and allowing him some prolonged kisses, her resolve remained strong even though, at times, her panties would become damp which was something that had seldom happened in the past and never with Robert.

The weather had been mild with gentle breezes until Jordan came on deck one day with a concerned look on his face. He had picked up a warning on the radio of a storm in their vicinity that had not only come up with an unexpected suddenness but sounded extremely ominous. The sails were quickly brought in, and the engine was started in an attempt to outrun the storm. Despite their efforts, however, a menacing darkness appeared on the horizon that came steadily closer. They were soon engulfed in heavy seas and howling winds, and it was all Jordan with Frank’s help at the wheel could do to maintain some semblance of control. The sky became pitch black with the only illumination being flashes of lightening. All Cindy could do was to lay on the deck and hold desperately to the mast in trying to keep from being washed overboard. Robert was lying beside her with one arm wrapped around the mast and the other around her and, although his arm was pressing against one of her soft breasts, the circumstances were so dire that neither was aware of it. The sound of a roar came increasingly closer and then the boat came to a grinding halt as it struck a reef. The keel was shattered, the mast snapped as though it were a toothpick, and it was only with Robert’s strong grip that prevented Cindy from going over the side. The boat was on the verge of capsizing when a large wave lifted it over the reef into the relative calmness of a lagoon.
 
A short while later, the mangled wreckage of what had once been a beautiful sailboat was washed onto a sandy beach. Jordan, Frank and Sam lay unconscious in a tangle of rigging. Robert was also unconscious, but Cindy, having been protected by his body, was only extremely dazed. The storm had been fierce but fast moving and didn’t take long to pass. Cindy began to recover as the sun started showing through the clouds. But she was still groggy when becoming aware of movement nearby and then felt a hand being placed gently on her shoulder.  “You’re lucky to be alive.” A woman’s voice said. “Let me help you sit up.” Cindy felt a wave of dizziness when, with the unknown woman’s assistance, she managed to sit up, but it soon passed. She looked at her benefactor and saw the smiling face of a beautiful young woman looking at her. “Thank you.” Cindy said in a tone of relief she truly felt. She glanced around and saw other women also in the boat with some kneeling beside the men who lay unmoving in sprawled positions.

A wave of concern passed through Cindy, and in reading her thoughts, the woman said: “None of them appear to be seriously injured, but I think it will be awhile before any of them start to wake up. You seem to care for these males, so I assume you were not being held against your will. Is one of them your husband or maybe a boyfriend? “I’m not married.” Cindy said and then pointed at Robert lying motionless on his side. “He’s a boyfriend, but I’ve never slept with him if that’s what you mean. But what difference does my association with any of them make?”  “Oh, you’ll get to keep one of them for awhile, so I guess it will be him.” The woman said as she put a foot on Robert’s shoulder and shoved him on his back to take a closer look.

Cindy was about to protest the rough manner Robert was being treated, but paused when suddenly realizing the woman had been speaking perfect English and said: “I’m surprised to hear you using my language so well. Would you mind telling me who you are and where I am?” The woman laughed and said: “I don’t mind at all. My name is Janice, and you’re on a small island, but I’m afraid the rest will take some explaining that, at first, you will find difficult to comprehend. If you’re able to walk, I’ll take you to our village where we can talk while sitting in comfort.
 
When carefully making her way off the wreckage, Cindy noticed that all of the women wore tight fitting leather sarongs that had been dyed in many colorful patterns. At first, she was somewhat unsteady, but she was soon able to walk without the aid of Janice holding an arm as they made their way along a path that meandered through a lush tropical forest.

A charming looking native village soon came into view where Cindy saw other women. All were wearing colorful native attire similar to that of Janice and the women on the boat. But when reaching the village, Cindy suddenly stopped and uttered a gasp when seeing human skulls over the doorways of huts and other skulls sitting on top of bamboo post. “Are those real?” Cindy asked in disbelief. “Oh, they’re very real.” Janice said. “But don’t worry, in being a woman, you have nothing whatsoever to fear.

Despite the reassuring words, Cindy was in a stunned silence as she numbly followed Janice into a small hut and sat facing her in a wicker chair that was extremely comfortable. Before she got settled, a woman holding a tape measure entered and said to Cindy: “I’m afraid your clothing on the boat have been ruined, so please let me measure your size for selecting something to wear.” After this had been done, another woman entered and handed Cindy a plate holding some tropical fruit and a thick slice of roasted meat. In being famished, she quickly started to eat. The fruit was surprisingly delicious, but it was nothing when compared to the surprise Cindy received when taking a bite of the meat. “This is the most tender and fantastic meat I’ve ever tasted!” She exclaimed. “I thought you would like it.” Janice said. “It’s the only source of meat we eat.”

Cindy said nothing more as she enthusiastically continued eating her delicious meal but, when finished, she asked something she had noticed on both the boat and in the village.  “I’ve only seen women. Are there no men on this island?”  Janice laughed and said: “Oh, there are a goodly number of men here, but none that are members of our tribe. We keep them for providing amusement, entertainment, and pleasure before being used to provide substance.” “Substance?” Cindy asked in not grasping the significance. “What kind of substance?”

Janice hesitated a moment and then said: “Providing meat.” “Meat?” Cindy said in stunned disbelief. “Are you saying that you kill and eat your men? Surely you’re joking!” Janice let out a sigh and said: “I told you there would be things you would find difficult to comprehend. Yes, we kill and eat men, but none that could be called as being ‘our’ men since we have no males that were born or raised here.  With the exception of those that came with you, all the males we keep were abducted from large resort islands.  Cindy shook her head in dismay and said: “I find it hard to believe you would risk being caught and arrested for doing such a shocking thing. From what I’ve seen, even though living as natives, you seem far too sophisticated to be cannibals.  I mean, if something like that still exists, it is surely being done by remote tribes that are extremely primitive.     

Janice laughed and said: “We don’t look upon ourselves as being cannibals. ‘Cannibalism’ is eating one’s own kind and, since the individuals we kill and eat have objects hanging between their legs that are so vastly different from women, they can hardly be called as being ‘our kind’.  I know you will argue that having cocks and balls doesn’t exclude males from being ‘human’, but their behavior, throughout history, has been so reprehensible that, in our opinion, it is folly to view them equal to women when it comes to being regarded as human. To us, males forfeited that right long ago to such extent we consider them as having been created to be used by women in whatever manner we  may choose, before slaying them for their meat that, hopefully, women throughout the world will someday discover.

We regard males more in terms of being a subspecies of the human race that is so vastly inferior to ourselves, we look upon them with disdain and deserving of being shown no compassion whatsoever that you will soon discover. As for the risk of being caught and arrested, it is almost miniscule. I won’t go into details, but males are remarkably unsuspecting and gullible when thinking they have persuaded a beautiful young woman to accompany them to their hotel room. When they start thinking with their cocks, they become extremely easy prey that offer no challenge whatsoever in being captured. We are careful to select men that are traveling alone, and it takes days if not weeks before being missed and result in long distance inquiries that, when investigated, are found to be yet another mysterious disappearance for which no clue can be found of what had occurred.”

In finding herself being in a state of numbing shock, all Cindy could think to ask was: “How on earth did something like this ever get started?”  Janice sighed and said: “We don’t have written records, and stories passed from one generation to another of what occurred that led to our present lifestyle are so many and varied, it’s impossible to tell truth from legend. But, with that being said, we are fairly confident of how it began – at least in general terms. A few hundred years ago, some women living on a large island became frustrated from being forced to endure the horrors of numerous wars being waged between tribes. They decided to leave and try to find an uninhabited island where they could live without being subjected to atrocities being continually committed by males. Well, they were obviously successful but, as I’ve said, it is impossible to tell truth from legend in the stories being told of events that occurred to bring about the way we now live.”

“I think it’s safe to say, however, the women who formed the first settlement realized the only way to ensure continuing to live in peace was to exclude males from being members of their tribe. Again, to put it in general terms, I think it most likely that, in being women, they felt a strong desire to reproduce which required finding ways to abduct at least a few males for this purpose. But when the males fulfilled this function and were no longer needed, being slain would be the simplest way to keep them from becoming a potential danger. In this way, one thing led to another over the years until the true purpose that nature intended for males to be used by women was finally discovered and acted upon.   

Cindy laughed and said: “You almost had me believing you until you said you think it’s nature’s intent for women to kill and eat men. I mean, eating human flesh would not only be very unappealing, but if it was from an adult male, it would be extremely tough as well as highly undesirable.“ Janice smiled and said: “That’s a common belief among those that don’t know the truth, but didn’t you say, just a short while ago, that the meat you were eating was the most tender and fantastic you had ever tasted?” Cindy’s stomach started feeling queasy as she said: “You can’t be serious!” “I’m very serious.” Janice replied. “The meat you found being so remarkably delicious came from a man’s rump which, admittedly, is one of the better cuts, but all meat taken from a male’s body is exceptional in both taste and quality.

Cindy was not only stunned by what Janice said, but a surge of anger went through her, and she said in an accusing tone: “How could you have just sat there and watch me eat a piece of some guy’s ass without saying anything!” She then put her face in her hands and said: “If you’re telling the truth, then I’ve unknowingly become a cannibal.” Janice put a hand on Cindy’s shoulder and said: “Cindy, please believe me when I say I’m only trying to do what I think is best for your welfare. If I had told you beforehand, you would have refused to take even a small bite, but now you’ve made a remarkable discovery to such extent you might even start to understand why we believe we’re only doing what nature intends to the point you may even find yourself asking the same question: ‘‘Why would nature make the flesh of a male so vastly superior in both taste and quality to any other source, if it was not intended to be eaten and, if so, would it not be equally intended that it be eaten by women?” “There is also another question to be asked. If males had been intended to live as equals with women, then why have they been unable to live in peace as can women but, throughout the ages, have committed horrendous atrocities resulting in wanton slaughter of not only themselves, but countless number of innocent women and children? I have heard that science is on the threshold of discovering ways to enable human reproduction to occur without the need of semen. Can you deny that the world would be a far better place if males were to become extinct?”

Janice paused a moment to give Cindy time to ponder what she had said and then continued: “You remarked on being impressed on my ability to speak English. This is because I spent much of my youth living and studying in Hawaii. The same is true for all members of our tribe, so we can hardly be called primitive savages. But that experience has given us an insight into the way that society in the outside world tries to influence women into feeling guilty for experiencing sexual feelings and desires that are, in truth, nothing more than normal reactions that have been deeply instilled within each of us.”

“Men are responsible for this also. They have no objection to pursuing and having sex with women, but wives and daughters are expected to be influenced by an attitude of doing only what a male controlled society deems ‘proper’. I could tell by the manner you said you had never slept with the male you called a boyfriend that you have been strongly influenced by this same viewpoint. But I ask, what have you gained by denying yourself pleasures that are not only intended to be experienced and enjoyed, but are the very essence of being a woman? You will soon be witnessing many extremely shocking things on this island, but if you remember what I have said and try to let your inner emotions break free without feeling guilt, then I can safely say you will find yourself living in a society of thrilling and breathtaking excitement far exceeding anything you would have thought possible in your wildest dreams.”