Captain Artus stepped out of his cabin and tried to strike a noble pose before slipping on the deck. He scowled. The first thing he'd get when his tour was over was a new pair of boots. He adjusted his uniform, and shrugged on his last good coat.
"What's going on?" He asked, his voice still hoarse from the night's sleep.
The nearest sailor turned to him. "Land, sir." He pointed to an island in the western distance.
Artus smiled and walked up to the prow. The island sat like a green oasis in a desert of blue.
"Get Janus, tell him to bring his equipment." The man—Artus had never learned his name— turned around and left without even giving a salute.
Artus dug his fingernails into his palm; he'd long ago given up trying to pry respect out of these scoundrels. It was like they forgot who his family was! He made a note to add their impertinence in his log; they'd suffer for this.
He smiled to himself.
"You called, sir?" Came Janus' weak voice. "Ahh, an island, shall I record it?"
Artus nodded; it was good thatsomeoneon this gods forsaken ship had respect. "Yes that is our mission after all."
"Yes sir."
The mage quickly scratched some notes down and scanned the horizon before relaying their position.
"Very good. Mark it on the map."
With a flicker of light the mage marked the location. Artus flinched. He always was uncomfortable around magic.
He was broken out of his disquiet by a call coming out across the deck: "Look at that! There are people there!" For a moment Artus had no idea what was happening. Than he actually looked up and saw it: a small group of islanders had emerged from the trees and stood out on the beach.
"Sir! How's about it? Should we see what these folk have to offer us?" Asked a sailor.
Artus looked out at the island. Maybe they had gold. He nodded. "Let's go, men!"
For the first time in weeks the men obeyed without grumbling. They ran across the deck and climbed into the dinghies. Artus swept his gaze across the deck and pointed to the man who had shown such disrespect.
"You. You stay. Someone needs to watch the ship." He took satisfaction in watching the man deflate, before sliding over the edge and into the dinghy.
"Janus!" He called out. "We'll need a translator." The man may be creepy but magicwasuseful. They both climbed into a dinghy and set off.
The boat slid across the placid bay, the island started to grow into sharp contrast. The beach's sand was near white, the trees all grew with a life found only in the primeval forests back home. Artus watched as some islanders started to retreat back into the trees while others stood firm. He squinted at the forms disappeared "What are they doing?" He asked himself. It looked like only the women were staying to greet him. He smirked.. They knew a good civilized man when they saw one.
As his boat got closer the natives on the shore started to wave at the sailors and call out in their barbaric tongue. Artus turned to Janus, "Get to work."
Janus nodded and wove his fingers, a spidersilk tendril of power wound around them and Artus felt a jolt as his ears popped. "Well in a rudimentary way this should allow communication."
Finally the boat landed and Artus stepped onto the beach, the sand giving way with a satisfying crunch. The women were the perfect image of feminine beauty. With long, wonderfully ornamented hair, lovely brown skin they were all nearly naked. However as they started walked towards him he saw that they were all flat chested. They were men!
A lascivious leer spread across his face. "Hello." He raised his hand in greeting.
All but the nearest native flinched back, while the speaker came forward. "Our tongue you speak?"
Artus put on his most charming ballroom smile and shook his head. "No our mage, er, shaman can allow us to talk." As he spoke, others neared.
The lith man smiled like a child at a school, "That good. You speak bad." A giggle flitted among the small crowd.
Artus' grin grew thin.
Janus made a noise in his throat, "Sir…" Artus waved him away to yet more giggling.
Artus looked them over. They seemed to be waiting for something, then he saw it. They were all erect.
Then the front most one stepped forward one last step until his nose almost touched Artus' and he kissed his cheek.
Artus leaned back, "What are you doing?"
The man smiled, "Duty tribe."
He fell to his knees and tried to open up the crotch of Artus' pants. The native man licked his cock and worked it until it stood tall and erect. The native enveloped his cock with a single skilled swallow.
"What's this?" Gasped Artus.
Another stepped forward. "Duty." Realisation snapped into Artus. They were slaves! He motioned the man standing nearest to him.
"Put your arms behind your back." The native obeyed. He lifted the man's chin with his finger and examined him, he was beautiful. He would make Artus a great deal of money back home.
Another native slave giggled. They knew their place. This was a wonderful find.
Artus let go of the slave in front of him and looked down to the slave sucking his cock. He ran his fingers through the native's hair and pulled out a feather, bringing it up to his nose, sniffing it and throwing it down. The man let out a muffled protest, and tried to reach out to reclaim his decoration.
He started thrusting into the man's mouth and gasped while still grasping his hair. Artus closed his eyes and came into the small native.
The slave slid off his cock and looked up at him with a defiant look. Artus smiled; he would enjoy breaking that. "You not nice." Said the slave as cum ran down his lips.
Artus broke out into a laugh. "Grass has no right to command the wind." He adjusted his pants. "Men! Round up these slaves. The natives want us to share in their wealth!" The men looked at each other, "What else would this be?" asked Artus.
"Ahh makes sense. Back home we give food as gifts, here, they give slaves." Said one sailor.
Artus nodded eagerly and grabbed the nearest native by the wrist. "Bring chains."
The native squealed in protest "No I be free!"
"Silence slave."
In quick order his men trussed up the slaves and hauled them on the shore. The sailors brought our rolls of cloth as compensation and made their way back to the ship. As they left the island's women came onto the shore screaming to high heaven. Artus leaned to Janus "What are they saying?" He asked.
"I don't know sir, we are outside the range of the spell, but they seem to be angry at you."
" Ha! They wanted more for their slaves. Ungrateful louts. Perhaps we'll return one day and snatch up the rest. We paid for slaves freely offered."
Janus inclined his head. "As you say...sir."
NATIVE VERSION
Nilan looked across the waves at something he'd never seen before. It looked like… a hill. A hIll floating in the water. He squinted against the sun and stared for a long moment before realising the truth. It was a canoe! He even saw the shapes of people running to and fro on it.
He ran back to his village. "Visitors! We have visitors!"
In a matter of moments he reached his village and jogged up to the elder. "Elder we have visitors."
The old woman looked up at him and smiled. "How many canoes?"
Nilan held out his hands like a fisherwoman showing off a fish. "One elder. One large one."
The Elder crooked her head. "What?"
Nilan nodded. "Yes, one. It's the biggest one I've ever seen. Bigger than your hut." He pointed around himself.
The Elder stood up. "Get the other greeters. You all have work to do."
Nilan smiled. "Yes Elder."
He ran across the village, passing learing women along the way. Arriving at the greeters' hut, he burst in: "We're needed at the beach! Visitors in a huge canoe." The others stood up and ran over to him.
"From where? The Blue Isle?"
Nilan shook his head. "The women of the Blue Isle wouldneverbuild a boat this big. I've never seen a canoe this big"
The others looks about. "Are you sure?"
Nilan smiled. "New people to greet! It's wonderful. Are you all ready?"
The others smiled and got ready.
The beach was only a short run from the village.
A few of the tribe women were on the beach watching. "You boys going to show them a good time?" Asked one.
"Yes ma'am." Answered Nilan with a smile. After all itwashis job.
The villagers watched the canoe and then something amazing happened. The canoe had a child!
The smaller canoe started to row towards the shore and the women started to slowly back into the trees.
"Time for us to leave. You boys be good." Said one fisherwoman.
Nilan rolled his eyes. The village women needed to learn to trust the greeters.
The greeters moved to the shore's edge and watched as the child canoe grew larger and larger until it came into sharper focus. The figures on it weremen.So these strangers brought their greeters with them on journeys. Truly they were strangers.
The boat slid onto the shore and one of them whispered as strands of magic filled the air. Magic! From a man! Only elders could use magic. Nilan's eyes widened at that.
The man who wore the most color stepped forward. "Hello." He waved in greeting.
Nilan's friends jumped back but he stepped forwards. "You speak our language?"
"No, magic man er, Elder, make us speak."
Nilan giggled at that. "That's good. Otherwise I'd think you'd a simplton with how you talk." His friends laughed at that.
The man's face grew hard and his elder spoke, "Sir..", but before he could say anything the colorful man waved him away.
It was time to do his job. Nilan walked forward, expecting to do his duty as a greeter. His cock was hard and ready to work. He was not used to greeting men but hedidpractice on the others.
"What do?" Asked the colorful man.
"Our Duty to the tribe." Said Nilan. And he fell to his knees and begin to undo the man's strange clothes. After a moment of struggle he got his cock out and begin to suck it. It tasted bitter; whoever these people were they did not let their greeters bathe.
A friend of Nilan's stepped forward.
"What this?" The man shouted.
"We have a duty." Said the greeter.
For a moment the man just stared. He looked at the greeter and then down to Nilan, doing his work, then the man laughed.
"Arms back." The colorful man put his finger under the greeter's chin and pushed it up. The greeter obeyed and let the man look at him. Some visitors liked to look at us, Nilan thought.
As the colorful man looked the greeter over, his cock pulsed. Nilan did his best to work it as was the man's right as a visitor. Then before he saw what was happening the man tore the feathers from his hair. The man smelled them like they were flowers before throwing them to the beach.
Nilan tried to retrieve it but the man held firm. He let out a muffled cry of indignation. He wanted to pull off but the colorful man gripped him tighter and thrust one last time shooting his hot seed down Nilan's gullet.
Nilan pulled himself off the man's cock, cum running down his chin, and looked him straight in the eye. "You are a cruel man." Rightafter this Nilan would tell the Elder. She'd not let this slide.
"Grass and wind." The man laughed.
The colorful man pulled his strange garments back on and shouted to the others, "Get these slaves! They share with us!"
The other men looked at Nilan and his friends with cruelty in their hearts.
"We share food, they share slaves."
Nilan stood up and tried to look brave, "No we have no slaves here. Only freewoman!"
The colorful man's voice was like a tree snapping in a gale: "Quiet."
The visitors grabbed Nilan and the greeters and put heavy, cold ropes around their arms. They reached into their canoe and pulled out rolls of fine cloth, piling them onto the shore. As the greeters were pulled into the boat the warrior women of the village came running out calling to the ancestors for speed.
""What do they say?" Said the colorful man.
The man's elder shrugged. "Too far. Not enough?
The colorful man laughed. "They want more? We give them much!"
"Yes." Said the elder. He looked at Nilan and for the briefest of moments he looked...sad.
Nilan and his friends were brought to the mother canoe and sailed into the wide blue sea.
What Elliot loved most about living out in the country was the peace and quiet. He was a good half-mile from his nearest neighbor, so when he went to bed-as he was preparing to do-the only sounds he heard were the sounds of nature.
KNOCK! KNOCK! KNOCK!
Elliot started at the sound, it was so abnormal. Someone was knocking-pounding-at his door. Heedless of the fact that he was wearing only his boxer shorts, Elliot got up and walked to the door. When he opened it, he was confronted with an unprecedented sight.
Five women stood gathered around his doorway. Front and center stood one of them, a tall, leggy blonde…who was holding a gun at her hip, pointed in his direction. Before he could even begin to react, the five women had shoved their way inside and shut the door behind them, the one in the lead forcing him back with her pistol shoving into his chest.
The blonde looked around Elliot's house, and nodded approvingly.
"Nice place," she said, her voice full of playful malice. She flashed Elliot an evil grin. "We'll take it."
"He's not bad either," said one of her companions, a wiry brunette, more heavily built than her blonde companion.
"Yeah, he's kinda cute," chimed in one of the others, another brunette, shorter and with prodigious breasts.
"Bet he's got a nice tight ass," commented the tall black woman who stood behind the blonde and topped her by several inches. That comment confused Elliot, but he didn't have much time to reflect on it.
The final member of the quintet, a strongly-built redhead with freckles spattered across her cheeks, stared at Elliot like a cat sizing up a paraplegic rodent.
"Why don't you lose those shorts, hot stuff," she ordered teasingly. The blonde with the gun nodded at that, gesturing for Elliot to drop his drawers. Obligingly, Elliot lowered his boxers and stepped out of them, standing naked in front of the five women, a little embarrassed, but also excited. He could think of a lot worse ways to be robbed than this.
"Huh," said the short brunette musingly. "Not bad. Dick's on the tiny side, though." Elliot frowned. He was not a phallic giant by any means, but at just under six inches erect, he felt he was far from 'tiny'.
"Yeah, not exactly anything to write home about," agreed the blonde, who it was clear was the leader of this gang. She smirked at Elliot mockingly. "You want to see what a real cock looks like, little man?"
What?
The blonde brought her free hand to her pants, and unzipped her fly, and to Elliot's absolute shock, pulled out a large, thickly veined cock. It was still partly soft, and it already surpassed Elliot's full length by a good inch. This woman had a dick!
"What the hell?" Elliot stuttered. The blonde laughed softly. The other women, seemingly following her lead, unzipped their own flies, each revealing cocks of their own. Even the smallest dick amongst them-owned by the short brunette-was still noticeably bigger than Elliot's cock.
"Come over here and suck it," the blonde ordered, waggling her cock lewdly. Elliot stared at her, horrified. This had already been surreal enough, now it was just getting ridiculous.
"No. Hell no," Elliot spat back. He waved a hand around his living room. "T-take what you want, and get out…please."
Almost instantly, Elliot heard a thunderous crack that left his ears ringing, and felt a rush of air pass his left shoulder. Then he heard the sound of something very expensive breaking. He turned and saw that averyexpensive Ming vase he had inherited from his grandmother had just turned into several dozen fragments.
Elliot turned back towards his unwanted guests. The blonde still held her cock in one hand, her other hand held her pistol, which was pointed directly at Elliot.
"Next shot is to your balls, pencil-dick," she growled. "Now get over here andsuck it!"
Elliot's shoulders slumped in horrified resignation. It was perfectly clear the woman(?) was not joking. With deep trepidation, Elliot began walking towards her…
"No," she barked. "On your hands and knees. Crawl to it, like a bitch in heat." The other women, who were stroking their own dicks, laughed cruelly. Still having no choice, Elliot felt his face redden in humiliation, as naked, he got down on his hands and knees and crawled towards the blonde woman and her swollen cock.
He stopped, his face inches from her cockhead. He had never in his life imagined himself in a position even remotely like this, and he didn't think he was capable of putting a dick-even a dick belonging to a gorgeous woman!-into his mouth.
"Hurry up, boy," ordered the blonde impatiently, pressing the gun to his forehead. Elliot, with no choice, parted his lips and tried to take her cockhead into his mouth. Immediately, he withdrew in revulsion, the taste and smell making him retch.
"Bitch," the blonde snorted contemptuously at him, and started slapping his face with her cock, laughing. Elliot, mostly by instinct, ambled backwards. The woman responded by slapping him across the face not with her cock, but with the her gun, growling like a junkyard dog. She turned to her compatriots.
"Hold him still," she demanded. The black woman and the redhead responded with alacrity, and eagerness, taking hold of him, hands gripping his shoulders, knee pressing against his back, and another hand cupping his chin, keeping it in place.
"Let's try that again," said the blonde with a cruel smile. She took hold of her hard cock, and shoved it into his mouth. Elliot retched again, literally choking on her dick.
"Gah!" squealed the blonde in angry surprise. She took her dick out of his mouth, and resumed pistolwhipping him, long, hard, and painfully. When she finally finished, Elliot was seeing stars. The blonde pressed the gun to his lips, toying with the hammer threateningly.
"I feel teeth again when I'm in you, bitch, I'm going to knock them all out," she hissed furiously. Elliot had no doubt she meant what she said. He whimpered. The blonde clearly regarded that as sufficient assent, because she placed her cock back into his mouth, slower and more gently than before, but just as inexorably. Elliot, terrified, opened his jaws wide and puckered his lips, trying to make sure his teeth would get nowhere near the dickgirl's member.
After a moment, the blonde had the entire length of her cock in Elliot's mouth. It wasnota comfortable experience for Elliot. It only got worse when she started thrusting, back and forth, in and out, fucking his face, which was held nicely immobile by her compatriots.
Elliot felt himself choking, bile surging up into his throat, but he forced it down, through sheer force of will, motivated by terror. The dick girl threatened to maim him if she felt his teeth again. He couldn't begin to imagine what she'd do if he threw up on her dick.
After a while, her thrusts became harder, faster, more vicious, and Elliot thought he was going to black out from lack of air. But before that could happen, the blonde suddenly withdrew her cock from his mouth, stroking it with her free hand. She turned to the black woman, and handed her the pistol.
"Let's see if you're right about his ass, Monique," she purred, winking. A piteous moan escaped Elliot's ravaged mouth, as the black woman-Monique-laughed, and pressed the gun to his temple. As the blonde walked around behind him, the short brunette walked up, waving her dick in front of Elliot's face.
"Guess that leaves your mouth open," she said, smiling cruelly. "Lick it. Put out your tongue and lick it the tip." She pressed forward, the tip of her cock just barely within reach of Elliot's tongue, if he stretched it as far as he could. At this point, Elliot, was in shock, and without really thinking about it, extended his tongue and licked the tip of the busty brunette's cock like he would a lollipop. She giggled, actuallygiggled.
Before she could do anything else, the redhead and the black chick forced Elliot onto his hands and knees. The black woman knelt down, pointing the gun between his shoulder blades threateningly. The redhead stayed standing, pulling his head up by his hair so that he was once again face to cock with the short brunette.
The taller brunette, laughing, was recording the entire affair on a small video camera.. If anything could have made the situation worse, it was that. The idea that somebody else was going to see what was being done to him. Unbidden, tears came to his eyes. His waterworks elicited no sympathy from his attackers. Firm hands grabbed him by the hips, and he heard the voice of the blonde yelling behind him.
"Get your ass up, needle-dick!" she yelled. Elliot, sobbing, with a gun pressed against his back, had no choice but to obey. He felt pressure on the tip of asshole, and then a painful, filling sensation. He started to scream in agony and horror as he realized the blonde was forcing her cock into his tight, virgin asshole, with no more lubricant than the spit from her face-raping him.Before he could actually make any noise, the busty brunette shoved her dick into his mouth.
"Suck it, boy!" she barked. The other brunette, still taking pictures, laughed uproariously. Instinctively, Elliot started to choke and clench down, but he remembered, just in time, how very bad an idea that would be. He relaxed his throat-as much as he could, with the girls shoving her dick down it.
That sensation quickly faded in importance, however. The blonde had stopped pressing forward, laughing appreciatively at the brunettes' exploits. Now, however, she turned her attention back to the task at hand, and shoved the full length of her cock into his ass.
Elliot screamed around a mouthful of cock as the blonde plowed into his ass, so hard and painfully Elliot almost forgot about the dick in his mouth, the urge to clench his teeth in pain was so strong. Thankfully, he again caught himself at the last second.
The blonde's anal assault was brutal, but it was also brief. She shivered and moaned, and erupted into a powerful orgasm, flooding Elliot's sphincter with hot cum. After a moment, she withdrew, slapping his ass.
"Not bad," she said appreciatively, as Elliot continued to have his face fucked by the short brunette.
"Mindy, come try a ride on this; girl, he istight!" she laughed. The busty girl pulled her cock out of Elliot's mouth, slapping each of his cheeks with it, before moving around behind him. The blonde, for her part, stepped up to his face again, and held her softening cock-which had just finished deflowering his anus-before his mouth.
"Lick it clean, bitch," she ordered disinterestedly. "Then Kathy can have a go at you."
"Sounds good to me," laughed the redhead, pulling him back a little further by his hair, causing Elliot to hiss in pain. Tears were now streaming down his cheeks uncontrollably, and he looked at the blonde, his eyes pleading.
"We don't have all night dumbass," she said, visibly annoyed. "Clean me up." Elliot had never imagined himself in such a totally helpless, degraded state. With no choice, the tip of a pistol still digging into his back, he extended his tongue, and started licking her cock. As soon as his tongue touched her dirty dick, he retched and started coughing, revolted. The black woman laughed at his torment, while the blond simply crossed her arms, her scowl a silent warning.
It was then that Mindy the busty brunette slammed her cock into his rear. She was smaller than the blonde, but her merciless pace made her backdoor visit even more excruciating. As he howled in pain, the blonde hooked her left hand around his lower jaw, forcing it down. Then she gleefully rubbed her filthy cock all over his tongue, causing Elliot's screams to be interspersed with dry heaves and choking.
After a moment, the blonde finished using Elliot's tongue like a rag, and removed her flaccid dick from his mouth. Freeing her grip on his jaw, Elliot coughed and retched, trying to get the horrible taste out of his mouth. The blonde laughed as his torment, and slapped his face.
Then she traded places with the redhead, who moved in front of him, and popped her dick into his mouth.Elliot sobbed as the short brunette continued to plow into his ass, which felt like it was being torn apart. His moans and sobs seemed to excite the redhead, who started thrusting in and out of his mouth with greater energy. Behind him, the black woman rubbed the barrel of the gun over his back teasingly, laughing softly.
Elliot felt the redhead-Kathy-shiver and cease her thrusting, as a wet spray of cum hit the back of his throat. It was only a few seconds later that from behind him, the brunette moaned, and stopped thrusting, spraying even more cum down his rectum. She laughed as she exited him.
"Christ, is he tight! Bet he won't be for much longer though," she said cruelly, slapping his ass as she walked away.
"Mmmhmmm, not much longer," said the black woman, handing the gun to Mindy, who eagerly straddled Elliot and pressed the gun to the nape of his neck. The black woman walked behind him, giving his ass a hearty slap. "Big Mama's bout to have a go at it."
With those words, the black woman pressed her dick into Elliot's ass, with all the gentle care of an oncoming train. Elliot screamed like a girl. The other dicks in his ass had filled him painfully, unpleasantly, but this was of another order of magnitude. The black woman's cock was huge-it's girth stretched Elliot's asshole so painfully far it felt like he was being ripped apart. It also felt like it was never-ending.
Elliot was sobbing piteously, screaming and begging for her to stop. The other women had, as if by silent accord, stopped assaulting his mouth, so that they could enjoy the show, laughing at his anguish. The wiry brunette, who had yet to touch Elliot, moved closer, filming his blubbering with her video camera.
After what felt like an excruciating eternity, Elliot finally felt the black woman's balls slap against his ass, the entire length of her shaft filling his ass. It only got worse from there. The black woman-Monqiue-started thrusting in and out of his ass, taking practically her entire length in and out of his hole, moving at a merciless pace, pounding his ass like a jackhammer.
Elliot was a wreck, he barely had any awareness of his surroundings. He was just sobbing softly now, moaning in pain, not enough energy left to scream. The he felt something wet spray in his face, hitting his eye, getting in his nose, covering his lips. He opened his eyes to see the wiry, unnamed brunette, with her cock a mere inch from his face. She had just masturbated herself, and came all over his face, all the while still filming it on the video camera.
Elliot moaned, begging incoherently, to no avail. Monique's pace had gotten even fiercer, Elliot's ass was just a ring of burning pain. Finally, she shivered, spraying her load into his ass.
"Goddamn," she said, as she pulled her cock out of his ass. "That bitchistight." The blonde smiled, and put her arms at her hips.
"Alright girls, playtime's over. Let's clean this place out. Everything that looks valuable that we can carry, get to the van," she ordered. The women obeyed, putting their dicks away and zipping up their flies.
The short brunnete, Mindy, pointed to Elliot, who was sobbing, barely conscious, on the floor.
"What about him, Cynthia?" she asked. The blonde moved over to Elliot, standing above him, arms still on her hips.
"We'll take him too," she said too, a cruel smirk on her face. Elliot howled like a damned soul.