Hermione's Paradise

On the beach of one of the innumerable sandy coral atolls of the planet Hermione's Paradise, a cluster of women and children slept on the soft dry sand. It was night time on this particular tropical island and the perpetually warm weather was dry enough tonight to permit sleeping out in the open.

The island in question was named Jana and was a few kilometres in diameter. Jana was composed completely out of white coral sands and was very low and flat. It had various plants growing on the interior of the island beyond the beach, especially coconut trees.

Here in the tropics it rained often but never for long, unless there was a tropical storm during the storm season, and at times like now when the storm season was over for another year the weather was absolutely perfect. It rained on average for 5 minutes per day, usually in the morning, enough to keep all the vegetation luxurious but not enough to ruin your day.

Jana was a paradise that produced food naturally all year round, you didn't even need to farm for it. Coconuts, fruits, edible shoots, roots, edible insects, seafood, the island just freely gave and gave. The daily rain gave abundant fresh water and life was good.

The night rolled on as the peaceful sleepers slept under the stars, there was no other light, not even the light of a fire, the sleepers did not need fire to keep warm at night and they lacked the technology to generate light any other way. These humans were feral, Stone Age in their technology levels.

Off on the distant horizon the predawn light crept into the sky, illuminating an endless ocean as far as the eye could see. Islands on Hermione's Paradise were plentiful but widely spaced, usually just over the horizon from each other's line of sight.

The island of Jana became more visible as the light increased, revealing the coral reef that ringed it. This reef kept the powerful surf at bay, protecting the beach from the waves during storms but also trapping the people from getting their primitive boats out past the reef to escape the island.

As the sun finally rose the sleepers stirred on the beach. These few hundred women and their children were the only people on the entire island. The island of Jana was notable for having no men at all, not even adolescent boys. None of the children over the age of 5 were male. The children younger than 5 had an even mix of genders, but then suddenly the boys all disappeared once you inspected the 6 year old children.

The women were excited today as they woke their children, for they knew that today was the day that the men came for the annual breeding visit.

The breeding visit was always a time of great celebration for the women. For a few short weeks they would have access to men, and only during this time was it possible for them to get pregnant. Without the breeding visits they would go extinct, it alone could create new life for the tribe of women.

The women suckled their new babies from the breeding visit 12 months ago and got their 5 year old sons ready to go away to join the men on their strange metal ships. The boys were going to join something called "the Imperial Guard" as something called "child soldiers" to be used for something called "slave labor". The women didn't know what any of these things meant but it sounded very exciting and they were sure that the boys would have a wonderful time.

The tribe excitedly ate and drank as the boys cried fearfully at the thought of leaving their mothers, soon the men would arrive.

One of the younger women who was climbed halfway up a coconut tree suddenly shouted out excitedly, pointing at the distant horizon. She had just caught sight of a ship on the horizon, a ship heading straight for the island of Jana.

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Off in the distance the grey blue camouflage shape of a metal navy frigate took shape. The ship was the Hermione's Paradise Planetary Defence Force ocean frigate "Orange Flamingo", and it's crew was eager to get their dicks wet yet again.

The Orange Flamingo and it's crew all came from "Governor Island", the only technologically advanced settlement on the entire Stone Age feral world of Hermione's Paradise.

Governor Island was the largest non-volcanic island on the planet, technically a small chain of sandy coral atolls and reefs that had been artificially covered with sand dredged up off the sea floor to join up with each other into a line 100 kilometres long and 1 kilometre wide on average (10 kilometres wide at the widest point). It contained a city populated entirely by the relatives of the Imperial Governor and contained the only space port on the planet. The island was mostly given over to growing food such as coconuts, and had less than a million people living on it.

The planet had a thriving slave trading industry, exporting every male on the planet who wasn't a citizen of Governor Island. The Imperial Guard in particular had a never ending demand for slaves for its armies, as did the Imperial Navy and adeptus mechanicus.

The Orange Flamingo had been manufactured in the shipyard of Governor Island from imported metal from a mining world, and was basically of similar technology to late 20th century earth navy frigates. It ran on locally produced biofuels made from specially grown ocean algae and was only as complicated as it needed to be for its fairly limited role in the local navy. The ocean navy had dedicated high tech submarines, cruisers and aircraft carriers that would be used if there was an actual invasion from outside forces, the Orange Flamingo was at best a first response scouting vessel.

The crew of the Orange Flamingo had a charmed existence. They pretty much just sailed from island to island getting local women pregnant and collecting the boys for the slave trade. The women were blissfully naïve about the fate of these boys and stupidly trusted the men and handed over their sons. This strategy had been happening for centuries now and it was a stroke of genius, giving not only endless sex and slaves, but also ensuring that the tribes had no men who could put up a fight during occasional disputes with the tribes.

Centuries of breeding with only the men of Governor Island had removed all trace of the original ethnic groups of the island tribes, making them the same race as the navy men and therefore much more attractive to them. The original blood was diluted so completely that the entire planet now had but one single ethnic group.

The crew rejoiced as the island came into view, knowing that they would soon be having sex with an entire tribe of women. It had been a few days since they last visited an island for sex and they were all starting to get horny. They had probably the best job in the entire Imperium of Man, the job of having sex with as many women as humanly possible.

The Orange Flamingo had a crew of 200 men, but the average island usually contained at least twice this many women. The local life expectancy was terrible with the lack of modern medicine, meaning that the women died young so were almost all still young enough to be pretty. The men didn't care less about the wellbeing of the local women, seeing them as nothing more than sex objects and slave factories.