“That’s it,” Mike moaned. “Yeah, that’s good.”
He took his hand and set it on the back of her head, but there was no need to guide her. It was unbelievable to him that anyone could give a blowjob so good. He couldn’t have made it better if he’d tried.
The girl suddenly, and unfortunately, pulled back. Her lips slipped off Mike’s cock with a lewd popping noise, and he looked at her with desperation in his eyes.
“Wait!” he said. “Hold on!”
The girl stood up, smiling at him with a devilishly coy look in her eyes. She started to walk away. Without thinking, Mike stood up and started after her, carrying his shorts in one hand.
“Where are you going?” he asked. “You can’t just… do that!”
The girl slowed to a stop near a large rock, easily the size of a car. Mike was running after her, and caught up with her after only a moment. She didn’t turn around to face him, instead only glancing over her shoulder at him with that same knowing look.
“You can’t just… run off.” Mike moved in close behind her, letting his cock probe against her buttocks. He ran his hands up the front of her body, letting his palms cup her glorious breasts.
The girl leaned forward and set her hands on the rock. Horniness clouded out any logic or reason left in Mike’s brain. He spread the girl’s legs slightly, and then pushed inside her from behind. She was dripping wet, and Mike’s cock slid into her ready and waiting cunt with ease.
“Oh man!” He couldn’t have stopped himself if he’d wanted to. His body went from zero to one hundred in an instant.
He gripped the girl by the waist and began thrusting as hard as he could. Each time his cock pumped into her, a surge of primal pleasure rewarded his effort. The girl let out tiny squeaks, and now and then smiled back at him, clearly pleased with herself.
Mike’s body slapped against hers as they fucked. It was raw, animalistic sex. He needed to cum. It was all about him cumming, and pumping her full of his seed.
“Oh yeah!” Mike grunted and pinched one of her nipples. The girl squealed, and he felt triumphant.
Now I’m in control! Now I’m the one fucking her!
He slammed into her faster, and faster. Their bodies played a rhythm as they banged together, slowly accelerating. His rock hard cock was aching with pleasure, and intensified further, and further, until…
Mike’s entire body seized up as he reached his limit. He blasted his cum as deep into the girl’s cunt as he could make it go, and all but fell on top of her as the pleasure made him go weak. He felt like he’d just run a marathon.
The girl, on the other hand, was still composed, surprisingly so. She rubbed Mike’s thigh and smiled at as his dick continued to spurt. When Mike’s orgasm slowed to a trickle, she carefully pulled away from him and jogged over to her clothes.
“Wait…” said Mike. “Hold on.”
He managed to pull on his own shorts, but the girl dressed even faster. She jogged back over to him wearing a skirt made of long, wide blades of grass, and a bra made of animal fur. As she drew close, she put two fingers into her mouth and let out a loud whistle.
“What?” Mike suddenly became aware again of the situation. “What are you-“
Three muscular men dressed in loin cloths appeared from the nearby jungle as though they’d been waiting there all along. One of them was carrying a spear, and as he approached Mike, he leveled the tip of it at his chest. Mike cursed, realizing he’d left the gun in the sand when he’d first seen the girl.
“Well, fuck.”
CHAPTER 8
The three men began having a conversation with the girl. Mike found it impossible to understand what they were saying, but just from their tone of voice, he got the gist of it. The men were angry, and the girl was speaking on his behalf.
I need to do something. I don’t like how this is playing out.
Mike had both of his hands raised in the air, and he waved one of them in what he hoped to be a friendly enough gesture. The man aiming the spear at him pushed forward, and the sharpened wooden tip of it poked into his chest painfully.
“Hey, easy,” said Mike. “I was just-“
The man whipped around, striking Mike across the face with the butt of the spear. He fell to the ground, dazed and with a cut on his cheek. Two more kicks followed, each slamming into his ribs and making Mike wheeze with pain. The girl jumped forward toward the man, yelling in a commanding tone of voice.
I get the distinct feeling that I’m probably not going to be alive for very much longer.
Surprisingly, the girl’s words seemed to have an effect on the man. Mike watched as she took the spear from him, meeting the man’s gaze like a disapproving teacher. The man slowly turned around, and then the girl did something even more unexpected.
She took the spear tip to the man’s shoulder and pressed it hard against his bare back. Then, in a single fast, unrestrained motion, she whipped it downward, tearing open the top layer of flesh and leaving a long, diagonal scratch in the man’s back that looked like it could have been from a large cat.
“Weird…” Mike glanced at the other men and saw that they were watching it happen with serious faces.
Captain Michelle said that the natives might have a matriarchal society. This must be how they dish out punishment.
The girl turned back to the other two men and said something that sounded like a question. Neither of the two men replied. She kept the spear in her hand and gestured to the jungle. Then, she walked over to Mike and helped him to his feet.
“Thank you,” he said. The girl flashed him a radiant, dimpled smile, and then gestured to the men. Mike started walking, still aware of the fact that she had a spear and that anything could happen.
They followed the beach along the coast for several minutes, before finally stopping in front of a small gap in the trees to pass back into the jungle. A trail ran through the dense foliage, plants and tree branches on either side neatly snipped away.
“Where are you taking me?” It was pointless to ask, but Mike felt as though he had to. The girl just smiled at him.
The path twisted in another direction, and then after a few more minutes, they neared the edge of the jungle again. This time, there wasn’t a beach on the other side, but a simple native village, perched on top of a short stretch of cliff that overlooked the ocean before.
One of the men muttered something to the girl and then split off from the group. Mike could see dozens more islanders, all of them as tanned, fit, and attractive as the ones he’d already encountered. He did his best not to gawk at some of the women and their sublime, busty bodies.
Most of the men in the village busied themselves with some task or another, some of them cooking, others fletching arrows and sharpening spears, others cleaning the inside of the ubiquitous small, thatched huts. The women mostly talked to each other, with some of them overseeing the men.
It’s just as the captain said. The women are in charge here.
The smiling girl came around from behind Mike, waving a hand for him to follow. He didn’t move at first, unnerved by how much was going on around him. The girl doubled back, grabbing his hand this time and pulling him forward.
She led him to the largest of the thatched huts, which stood in the back of the village and had the best view from the cliff. Two more muscular men stood outside with spears. The smiling girl said something to them, and they stepped to the side to allow her and Mike through.
“I take it I’m going to be meeting your leader?” Mike asked the question more for himself than anything. The girl just smiled at him, and then slipped underneath an animal skin flap hanging from the doorframe.
Mike followed her through and scanned the room on the other side. A gorgeous woman, probably in her mid-thirties, stood across from a rough wooden table. She wore a leather top that barely covered her breasts, and a grass skirt similar to the one the smiling girl had on.
Her body was adorned with jewelry and paint to an extravagant extent. A neckla
ce studded with jewels and seashells hung from her neck just above her cleavage. She wore golden earrings, and an intricate painting of the sun had been drawn on her bare stomach, centered on her navel.
She smiled when she saw Mike and the girl, and waved someone over from the side of the room that he hadn’t noticed upon entering. A blue eyed and blonde haired girl walked over, wearing a leather bra top similar to others that he’d seen on the villagers along with jeans. The native woman, who Mike suspected was the matriarch of the tribe, whispered something to the girl.
“She wants to know if you speak English, or…” The blonde girl spoke with a British accent and cycled through a few different languages as Mike stared at her.
“Uh, I speak English.” Mike could only gape. Too much was happening at too fast a rate for him to be able to process it all.
They’re all so beautiful. This is like something out of a movie.
The blonde girl was whispering to the matriarch again. She turned back to Mike after a couple of seconds.
“My name is Nina,” she said. “I’m a cultural anthropologist researching the customs of the natives on this island.”
“Uh… nice to meet you?” Mike slowly began to form his thoughts into words, remembering why he’d come. “My name is Mike. I’m just here to talk. I represent a cruise ship that’s docked just off the coast of the island.”
Nina nodded, and then turned back to the woman in charge, whispering some more. Mike glanced over at the girl who’d been his escort in. She was still smiling, and something about it made him want to reach over and pinch her cheek. He thought better of it, and instead, continued to wait patiently.
“Mike, Queen Naera issues her welcome to you.” Nina paused, and waited for the matriarch, Naera, to say something else. “She hopes that her son Vorwyn and his wife Aera accommodated you warmly on your way here.”
Mike blinked as he connected the dots.
She must mean the girl. But then, that would make the one who hit me with the spear… her husband? I fucked somebody’s wife?
“I guess you could say that,” said Mike. “Listen, I came here looking for someone. A woman that the captain of the cruise ship I’m with sent out to explore earlier.”
Nina blinked. Mike could see a strange emotion flicker across her eyes, but she kept her face neutral and her voice tone identical to how it had been before.
“I would advise you not to ask about that,” said Nina. “At least, I wouldn’t, if I were you. I’m not going to take the risk translating it just yet.”
She smiled at him as though she was making small talk about the weather, or something else trivial. Mike nodded slowly.
“Okay,” he said. “Tell Queen Naera that I appreciate her hospitality and that I’m just here to be an emissary for the captain.”
Nina nodded and then translated his statement to the lavishly dressed queen. Naera’s face shifted, an emotion that Mike could clearly recognize as amusement flashing across her face. She let out a sharp, feminine laugh, and then spoke to Nina.
“She says that you’re here for far more than that,” said Nina. “She also says that she is very glad that you arrived when you did.”
Mike frowned and shook his head.
“Uh… can you tell her that I’m not looking for trouble?” Mike glanced around the room. The queen was whispering to another one of her aids as though the conversation was over.
“I’m sorry, Mike,” said Nina.
Queen Naera nodded, and two tall and athletic women stepped forward and grabbed each of his arms. Mike could have potentially struggled, but he knew that it was futile.
“What the hell is going on?”
“They need you, Mike,” said Nina, softly. “You’ll understand soon enough.”
What have I walked into?
CHAPTER 9
Mike quietly went along with his captors, up until he saw where they were bringing him. A large fire pit had been dug into the ground ahead of them, and flames licked out against a slow turning spit above it. The queen’s son, Vorwyn, stood with his spear in hand to one side.
“No! No!” Mike twisted and tried to kick around at one of the women’s legs. “Please don’t!”
“Relax, Mike.” Nina’s voice came from behind him. “It’s not what you think.”
Queen Naera was walking alongside him. She pointed to an old woman standing near the fire pit, who walked around to the far side of the fire and came back carrying a small wooden bowl. Inside of it was a murky red, sickly sweet smelling liquid. The old woman slowly lifted it up to Mike’s mouth.
What the hell are they trying to do?
“If you want to stay alive, Mike, you’ll drink it.” Nina walked around so she was standing in front of him and smiled. “Seriously. It doesn’t taste that bad, trust me.”
“”This is insane!” shouted Mike. “I only came here to meet peacefully with the tribe!”
“They aren’t trying to hurt you,” said Nina. “I’ll explain everything in a minute. Just trust me, this is the only way for you to gain any leverage with Queen Naera.”
Mike glared at her, but as the old woman tilted the bowl, he opened his mouth and began to drink.
It doesn’t taste that bad, actually.
He finished all of it, and the old woman gently wiped off a small bit that had trickled onto his cheek. Mike looked over at Queen Naera, who was watching him intently. She began to speak.
“She’s saying that it’s customary for a guest in her village to give a gift to the queen.” Nina translated, smiling slightly as she continued to listen. “She says that in this instance, there is only one thing she wants from you.”
“What are you talking about?” Mike looked around and noticed that several attractive woman were standing next to a nearby hut. There were a couple of men in the village glowering at him, and he avoided their gazes.
“The situation here, at least from what I’ve learned, is anthropologically fascinating.” Nina leaned in a bit closer to him. “This is me speaking, by the way, and not the queen. Have you noticed the role that gender plays in the tribal dynamics of this village?”
Mike nodded slowly.
“The captain of my ship mentioned something about it,” he said. “But what does that have to do with anything.”
Nina looked up at Queen Naera, who was whispering with one of her aides, before continuing.
“Queen Naera is in the position of having to maintain a very delicate balance over the men in this village,” said Nina. “She wants to keep the women in the community, and their children, more loyal to her than they are to their husbands. The simplest way to do that is with an outsider, someone she can breed without worrying about their offspring eventually instigating a coup against her family.”
Mike nodded, but it took him several seconds to understand.
She wants to… breed me?
It was at that moment that the effects of the red juice really began to kick in. Mike’s entire body tingled with sensitivity, and his cock began to harden inside his shorts. It felt like the erections he’d used to get when he was a child, long lasting and full of horny, youthful energy.
Queen Naera began to speak again. Mike felt his heart racing. He started to stand up, glancing around the village for any route he could escape through. Before he could, a village woman walked over and pressed herself against his side, a woman slightly on the plumper side of voluptuous.
“You drugged me!” shouted Mike. “This is insane!”
“Just relax, and go along with it,” said Nina. “I’m surprised you’re even complaining.”
The woman reached her hand down and cupped Mike’s erection. He almost moaned out loud, despite himself. It felt unbelievably good.
I have to fight it! It’s just the effect of the drug!
The woman took a step forward, taking his hand into hers. She led him toward a nearby hut. Mike’s legs moved on their own, following her even as he willed himself into rebelling.
I can’
t do this! It’s what they want!
The woman led him underneath an animal fur door flap and into the hut. A small bed, made from branches and cushioned with grass and fur stood on one side of the room. An open window let in light from the sun on the other side, which was slowly setting in the distance.
“I’d think that if you wanted me to do this, you’d bring me to a hut with a little more… privacy.”
Mike trailed off as the woman turned to face him. She looked unbelievably sexy, chubby as she was, and he figured it had something to do with the drug. The woman smiled deviously at him and reached up to her animal fur bra, slowly untying it in back and letting her ample bosom loose.
Maybe I could just play around with her, for a little bit. Make them think I’m going along with it.
She kept her grass skirt on as she walked over to him, her breasts bouncing and her voluptuous hips swaying from side to side. Mike pulled off his shirt and shorts, even though a voice in his head shouted for him to keep them on.
The woman said something in a soft voice. The tone that she spoke with made Mike blush slightly, even though he had no idea what she’d said. She giggled, and then slowly sat him down on the bed.
Mike felt her lips press against his. Excited, unbridled pleasure burst throughout his body. He groped at her breasts and kissed her hungrily, feeling his cock poking into her thighs and along her pussy.
I can’t stop myself.
His body moved with primal intensity, pulling the woman down underneath him on the flimsy bed. She let out an erotic squeal and parted her legs, beckoning to Mike with her eyes. Even though she was as much a circumstantial actor as he was, she looked eager.
Mike pushed forward, pawing at the woman’s busty boobs as his cock knocked at the door of her cunt. She was tight, and her pussy was only starting to get wet. It was an effort to even get the tip of his member in, let alone the rest of it.
The woman said something else. Mike cut her off midway through with a hungry kiss. He grabbed at one of her nipples and gently pinched it. The woman shuddered, and Mike planted kisses up along her neck.
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