sss Island

Chapter Two-4

“This outrage is the clearest evidence yet of the unique opportunity this sacrifice represents. Such unprecedented potency simply must be appropriated for ourselves. How many have conceived in the last year? Only less than a dozen of us!

“When we followed Gora’s call to eradicate the males, we knew it might mean the eventual extinction of the people. And we accepted this sorrow in exchange for being freed from subordination and rape. Yet Gora was miraculously rewarding in response! Our years became extended beyond all understanding. Even the adults among us grew ever taller and stronger. Our breasts became swollen and rich with milk, milk that never fails until great age finally comes upon us. The shaking of the earth all but ceased, and by the time the last male was hunted down for sacrifice the fire only rarely rained from above or flowed across the ground in rivers none could escape. And when the people began to dwindle, and we followed Gora’s call to take the visitors in their outriggers for the hunt and sacrifice, Gora rewarded us with seedless progeny: the renewal of the people we had long thought impossible. Clearly she cherishes the hunt as much as we do. And so she sent us the next gift and test: the white ones began to appear.”

Appreciative murmuring interrupts this recital, and gazes are cast at me groveling on the ground. I return them with the fawning awe due such near-divinities. I keen beseechingly and squirm appealingly in all my abjection. After a pause for emphasis Moba continues.

“Their weapons were fearsome, their skill in battle great, and their penchant for rape bottomless. Nevertheless we overcame them each time. And through the hunt, retribution, sacrifice and consumption of these fiends, particularly their gonads, our tenuous fecundity has increased. More are being born than ever before, and fewer man-children that need to be sent straight to Gora. Yet despite this more of the people still wither or fall than can be replaced.

“I tell you, Gora will not let this continue. She will not let the people fail – unless we prove unworthy. Thus she sends us this ultimate gift, this supreme challenge and test. Consider: without explanation, a lone male appears from the sea. This is no fearsome warrior but a helpless weakling. It cannot threaten us with rape. And yet though it is a truly pathetic specimen, it somehow sports an appendage of amazing size. And that is the least of its anomalies. Though it cannot hope to force it upon us, this appendage is shockingly persistent in its criminal intent.

“The more this beast is humbled and punished, the more obvious the futility of its intent, the more shockingly persistent that intent gets. It writhes with appallingly eager lust at being beaten and bound. It overcomes even the crushing of its surely incredibly potent gonads in its mad ravening for rape. It even responds to a punishment that comes close to slaying it by spilling its seed on the ground!

“Against all understanding this beast seems to crave its own subjugation. It venerates us instinctively, willingly submits to our every cruelty. Look upon it! Even now it gazes up at us with worship and lust. If we take it to the dungeon and break it, perform the rites with especial care and devotion, let it run before the hunt until it is properly brought down, let every member of the people perform the act of retribution on it to her surfeit, sever that criminally offensive member with especially slow and cruel and incremental strokes, draw the sacrificial roasting out for as long as possible and then feast and celebrate with a joy worthy of our gratitude to Gora, our fortunes will surely continue to rise, and more precipitously than ever. Gora will entirely cease to slay us in her capriciousness. We will finally recover the hated apostate. Each of us will bear daughters in plenty. The people will couple day and night and multiply prodigiously over the entire island. We will fill this paradise with song and dance and happiness forever!”

Soon it is clear that Moba’s eloquence has succeeded against my every expectation. The vision she articulates has captured the imagination of the patrol. By making a determination of exceedingly rare opportunity and hope for good fortune out of my crime she has again managed to defuse their murderous affront. Though Nera remains sullen, an excited anticipation is taking hold among the others. Only one more voice of doubt is raised.

“I believe, oh supremely wise leader, even if your words don’t come to pass, it is worth the attempt. And I truly do not wish to miss the hunt and feast, and the supremely satisfying retribution, sacrifice and celebration. I have only witnessed this as a small child long ago. But what of the rest of the people? That criminal erection is certain to return. What if they see it and fall upon him without consideration, as we ourselves have almost done more than once?”

“I have thought of that, Rooni,” Moba answers firmly. “I know how we may forestall this. We reacted as we did out of surprise. Who could have expected such a confounding test? Thus we must remove the danger of surprise from our sisters.

“Rather than return with merely good cheer as we normally would even upon claiming a rare white sacrifice, we will celebrate conspicuously throughout our entire trip up from the beach. The people will be curious and even more excited than usual at seeing us bringing the joyous prospect of a hunt and sacrifice. And further we will advertise with pride this anomaly, this criminal incorrigibility. We will goad it to return, bind it so that it remains in its remarkable size and hardness – and yet cannot so terribly offend again – and even garland it in the way we do the neck of the sacrifice at the beginning of the hunt. This will spur their curiosity even more, and give us leeway to explain the extraordinary situation. That should prevent any unfortunate mistake. And we will be highly praised for our foresight and restraint.

“Rooni, go and find us a malvin vine. We will prepare the anomaly for binding. Veena, Thoren, pick up your burden.”

I hadn’t registered it yet, but the fullness of her cheeks, exceptional smoothness and softness of her skin, particular sleekness of her lines and fantastically aggressive uplift of her breasts now all confirm Rooni’s admission for me. She is clearly the youngest of this patrol, perhaps even eighteen. Immediately she dashes off into the jungle, literally bounding in her fresh-faced enthusiasm. Meanwhile the two especially brawny pole-bearers do as directed. They raise me back to their shoulders and then high up off the ground.

Right away, the renewed agony of suspension, exacerbated by the swaying of my tightly bound body, adds to an excitement that has been growing in me since listening to Moba’s depiction of how they must maximize the already especially excessive cruelties to come. With the knowledge of my reprieve to experience these now filling me with elation as well, I am already thrilling toward a preparatory twitching. Though my spent member dangles and sways meekly beneath me still, I can already feel it thickening as gravity and my depravity force blood into it. Whatever goading they intend will surely be swift to have its desired effect.

Angrily Nera turns away, wrenches leaves off the nearest tree and begins to roughly scrub her feet. Meanwhile Moba turns to the last member of her patrol.

“Come, Aglon: it falls to us to provoke the criminality in this beast.”

Already keening again with anticipation I raise my hanging head to face the approach of my savior. She meets the lust, worship and gratitude shining in my eyes with limitless scorn. As Aglon reaches in from the other side to viciously pinch and pull and twist my n*****s (an assault I find shockingly erotic to say the least), Moba sneers down her big ringed nose at me and slaps my gagged face a stunning blow.

“You have heard me, beast! I know you understand us. Gora must have put the knowledge of our tongue in your head for just this purpose. You know what we demand of you! Prove your worth to me or I will cut your throat right now! Demonstrate your criminal intent! You have the unconscionable gall to want to stick your filthy appendage into each of us. To deny that would be ludicrous. So display your impudence again for all the people to see! Terror, retribution, unlimited agony and slow sacrifice to Gora will be your reward!”

This is indeed the incitement my insanity needs. Alas, though my keenness for abuse and surging arousal are already a fire within me, my member is slower to respond than I expected. Of course, it emptied itself extravagantly only minutes ago, and depraved as I am I remain a mortal man. As one giant Goddess berates me and slaps my face repeatedly, stretching my head up by the hair to do it, and another persists in inventively afflicting my tender and amazingly responsive n*****s, for my part I continue to thicken and twitch but little else. Fortunately Nera soon returns to lend her brutal hand.

Still incensed at my crime, her humiliation and soiling with my seed and perhaps repelled at having to lay hands on my filthiest flesh again, she is quick and thrillingly savage in her contribution. After batting my dangling length furiously about with the flat of her palm, she once again seizes it in an agonizingly strong grip. Squeezing, yanking and twisting this most tender and erogenous bit of flesh far more cruelly than Aglon does my n*****s, she achieves the required effect in extremely short order. By the time Rooni bounds excitedly back out of the jungle I am breathlessly, achingly, quiveringly rigid again.

Moaning and keening and thrashing against my restraints, the three abusing Amazons have me easily back at that frenzied peak of deviant excitement that led to my almost disastrous yet highly educative ejaculation. As Nera and Aglon at last release my tortured bits of maniacally aroused flesh, and Moba caps her berating and beating by spewing a contemptuous spray of spittle all over my flushed and burning regard, I feel almost on the brink of compounding that appalling crime. Writhing desperately in letdown, I roll my eyes wildly to take in the approach of beautifully vibrant young Rooni. She has a compensation in store for me that is crueler and even more exciting, safer and yet so madly frustrating that it will continue to both spur and thwart my demented necessities for the entire trip up from the beach.

The vine she carries is a bit thinner than those binding me. Yet that is but its least difference. It is covered with tiny blue and white flowers: pretty and decorative indeed. But all along its length beneath these it is also studded everywhere with cruelly hooked needle-sharp thorns. Breathing heavily with an excitement of her own, clearly honored to be allowed to perform this momentous chore, Rooni begins twining that vine tightly about my s*x organs.

It is no blasphemy to say my agony and exaltation are almost Christ-like as that crown of thorns gouges deeply into my throbbing turgidity. Around the junction of my crotch and genitalia, around the base of p***s and scrotum individually, and even twice around each bruised and swollen testicle so that it pulses and bulges through the tightly stretched sack my youthful tormentor tightens that horrifically barbed ligature. Then again around and around the bottom of that madly straining shaft she redundantly wraps it in a tight spiral for an inch or more before tying it off. Dropping my head to gaze in sickened yet exhilarated fascination at my screaming member I swallow painfully. Meeting my eye is the purple pitted head jutting jauntily up: bloated nearly black, large as a prize plum and bobbing urgently in its demented need. Trapped in its tumescence, that base-bound shaft is far thicker and longer than even my exaltation can credit, a relief of upraised veins mapping every inch of its desperate engorgement. Smears of red discolor the green, adding another color to that decorative garland, and drops of this patter to the ground. The exquisitely deep bite of the thorns girdling my organs is confirmed by this crimson, and for the second time I come close to swooning at the sight. But then divine young Rooni brings the world and my predicament back to me in all its hideously thrilling particulars.