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The Marquesan Head Huntresses Ch. 02

By: Sputnik57



He awoke with a start in the dim light of dawn; the women still slept, their rhythmic breathing betraying the depth of their slumber. He cautiously squeezed his bound wrists under his backside; it was tight, but there was enough give to allow him to get his hands behind his thighs. Despite an unfortunate attack of cramp, he managed to work his feet through and now had his hands to the front. He released the tether from his neck. One of the woman let out a large sigh, unnerving him somewhat; he stood statuesque for a moment as the woman rolled to her side and continued to dream.

He carefully picked his way to the entrance and peeped outside. Mist swirled through shafts of brilliant sunshine as the dew dripped from the edge of the hut and the green abundant foliage. There was no-one in sight so he padded carefully to the waterfall and plunged his head into the flow. The coldness of the water came as a shock to him; he shook the droplets from his hair and realised he must make a decision and fast. Where was he to go?

He took a path which went further up the valley and followed this on a mild ascent for half a mile or so. He then detoured from the path on finding a rocky plateau. Here he paused for a while to work his bindings against a ridge of exposed rock. After much work and the loss of some skin, he managed to free himself and sat on a rocky outcrop overlooking the valley. He was free for the moment, but what was to become of him?

He skirted the outcrop and found fruit he'd recognised from the day before, hanging plentifully from within the lush vegetation. Though still very early in the morning, the sweat began to drip from his body. He found a convenient pathway up the rocks, like a stone stairway; beyond this a small fall dropped into a pool worn into the rock. He climbed past the fall and found he could see down to the habitation he had escaped from at this point, he could also see the ocean on both sides at this narrow point. His eyes scanned the horizons, looking for sails or smoke; nothing but blue ocean registered. He also noted that the rock face behind him was adorned with carvings, which judging by the lichens and moss that decorated them, had been there some considerable time.

He gorged on the fruit till his appetite was sated then rested as the temperature and humidity increased. He looked down to the habitation and awaited the inevitable hubbub which would occur when his loss was discovered.

The early mist evaporated rapidly, and he was almost asleep once more when he heard the shrill calls of the women. He looked down and could just make out the brown figures darting between the huts and the gaps in the vegetation. Then several of them started to climb the ascending path. He thought about leaving his position and venturing further into the interior, but considered this too risky; just what or who lurked within the island might bring death or injury. Though the women had trussed him up, they had not harmed him –yet. This resolved the dilemma for him, though it left him uneasy; where were the males? They may not be so accommodating.

He stepped down from his perch and went around to a spot where he could see the pathway from whence he had detoured.

It was not long before the lithe and athletic females appeared and passed the spot where he had found refuge; he was almost disappointed with their not realising the mistake. They were soon back though. The superb woman who was dominant over the others was the first to creep through to the outcrop she carried a lengthy spear which she beckoned to the others with. He could not help but be aroused by her beauty and the memory of his previous encounter with her. He almost wanted to be captured.

What he could not understand was her look of trepidation as she ventured across the plateau; the women knew he was unarmed and was certainly no dangerous animal, yet they looked really fearful. He peeped round from his vantage point, smiled at the gorgeous huntress, and then retreated back up the stone steps. He stood awaiting their approach near the pool. The women, three of them, turned the corner and dropped their weapons. Only his beautiful tattooed mistress ventured any closer and she fell to her knees with a look of abject horror in her eyes. The two other women cowered together behind her and would not even look in his direction.

He sat on the rocks in wonderment. It was as though some invisible force would not allow his beautiful tormentors to come any closer. The delectable female wrung her hands and looked at him with tears running down her face; she was petrified. This hurt him more than anything else he had sustained since being cast into the ocean. He was compelled to come to her and offer her comfort; as he stood he turned in gaining his footing. The sun was now beaming down on the rocks behind him, and he realised the carvings were everywhere around the pool.

It dawned on him that this must be a sacred place. He walked over to her, pulled her up and walked her back round the corner with her friends; she clung to him like a small terrified child and sobbed. The other women huddled around and held them both. He could not help but enjoy the warmth of their soft bodies, and he kissed the tears from her cheeks. She looked at him and smiled, rubbed his nose with hers and then he kissed her on the lips once more. She pulled herself close to him and he found he had an erection yet again. She wiggled her belly against it and nibbled his ears. The other women had now regained their senses and giggled at his obvious arousal as the two broke and she squeezed his manhood as they parted. He held her hand as the women retrieved their weapons, and looked back over her shoulder.

"Tabu." She said softly as she squeezed his hand tightly. They walked to the clearing and were about to descend the path when the leading girl turned and shouted in her direction.

"Tehuni!" She let go of his hand and ran to the path. The girl pointed downwards toward the ocean. There in the lagoon were several outriggers. She turned to him and pushed him back. It was evident she did not want whoever was in the outriggers to see him. He kissed her and looked her in the eye.

"Tehuni?" She smiled and squeezed him.

"Tehuni." She said and nodded. Then she was away down the path with the other two.

He returned to the 'tabu' place which held no fear for him of course, but now offered a great sense of security. He trusted that the custom was universal amongst the population and this offered him peace of mind. He resolved to make some sort of makeshift camp at the spot; he could visit to the habitation at will, knowing he had a place to return to where he would be left alone. He found a suitable overhang by the pool and fashioned a lean-to of tree limbs and vegetation which he used for roofing. He found there were several pools in the nooks around the outcrop. One was thick with a pure white mineral which stuck to his hands and feet like a thick emulsion. He daubed this on the darker foliage of his rudimentary roof to reflect the hot sunshine. After several hours he decided he would venture down closer to the huts to see what was happening. He would be careful not to let anyone see him.

He descended by the path until he was about halfway there, then he dodged into the trees and followed the route under cover. He could see lots of voluptuous women with their arms painted with red markings; these must have been the visitors. Again there were no menfolk in evidence. He could see whom he assumed was the leader of the women talking to Tehuni; the women seemed very distressed. They were agitated and regularly pointed in a direction up the coast. Then as quickly as they had arrived, the women took the path to the shore, somewhat hastily, waving their goodbyes as they went.

He watched Tehuni as she spoke with her colleagues and then she made for the ascending path once more. He stepped out to greet her and she rushed to meet him. She looked at him warmly and took his hand, leading him back to her hut.

She pulled him to the bedding area and had him kneel as she caressed him, and rubbed her body up against his. She pushed him back and made sure his member was good and ready, by working him back and forth. She leaned over him and he licked her pert nipples as she positioned herself. She giggled and straddled him, then eased herself onto his willing cock. He gasped with pleasure as he slipped into her tight, moist, wetness. She moaned as she rocked back and forth, riding herself to ecstasy on his rigid cock. She started to whimper and he could hold back no longer; he looked up at the beautiful brown woman as she closed her eyes, and he bucked and grunted as he ejaculated. She moaned with pleasure and ground back down on him, achieving maximum stimulation as the pleasure of a satisfying orgasm washed over her. She collapsed on him and they cuddled for about 15 minutes before she led him out of the hut to the waterfall.

Other women outside smiled knowingly at the two, though they were busy arranging various chattels on poles, as though they were about to leave. They washed in the cool water and then she led him back to the hut where she also retrieved items which may have been regarded as valuables, as well as her weapons.

She and all the other women took the belongings on poles down a path and then off into the dense vegetation. There under a large outcrop, they rested their belongings and covered them with foliage. Tehuni gave him one of her spears and with around ten other women they set off in a direction parallel to the shore. The other women remained to watch over the habitation.

He watched their sweet bottoms in front of him as the women led the way through the hot sticky landscape after they had reached the end of the beaten track. They were very cautious now, as it seemed that this was not territory they were comfortable in; it must be that of another tribe.

After several hours it grew dark and they found a depression in the undergrowth behind a rocky escarpment where it would be safe to light fires unseen by others. They made themselves comfortable and some of the women gathered various fruits, some of which were crushed and the juice collected in gourds. He seemed to be in the centre of the throng and the women eyed him sweetly and whispered to Tehuni. She grinned and they offered him juice from their gourds which he willingly accepted. 

The women surrounded him, giggling and chattering to each other. Before he knew it he was being held down by them; a woman at each arm and leg, and his balls and cock were being caressed and stimulated by one of them. Another held his head by his hair. Then the first of many women who would have their pleasure of him approached in the light of the fire; the flickering flames flashed across her nubile brown body. 

She straddled his face and slowly descended. He took in her rich scent and tasted her moist womanhood. He was their captive once again and he was enjoying it to the full. Six of the woman had their pleasure of him this way; he had watched helpless as their beautiful brown orbs smothered his face, and each woman had her own distinctive and succulent aroma and taste.

His cock was toyed with to the limit on several occasions, to be denied before he reached the point of no return. Now the women he had pleasured all knelt about him smiling down. Tehuni towered above him then squatted, taking charge of his cock. The women smiled and caressed him all over as he lay pinioned. Tehuni worked his cock and he gave himself up to them very rapidly. They smiled with satisfaction as he gratefully spurted his hot sticky mess for the second time that day. He was in heaven as he lay there, bound by the women's bodies, arching his back as best he could as he enjoyed their attentions to his captive orgasm.

The women patted and kissed him as they released his spent body. Tehuni cuddled up to him in the warmth of the fires and he found six or seven other arms about him as he drifted off to sleep.

When morning came, they travelled onward. The mist made them shiver a little, but was soon burnt off by the relentless sun. They reached an impassable rock face and were forced to come out to the beach; the only way round was via the sea. They padded cautiously across the hot sand and paddled knee deep in water, slowly round the promontory. As they reached the apex, they espied a thin plume of smoke rising from the shore about a mile off. They proceeded with utmost caution in order that they were not seen. He had wondered what the women in the outriggers had looked so distressed about, and knew he was about to learn why.

To Be Continued.

The Marquesan Head Huntresses Ch. 03



They virtually crawled through the shallow water and up the beach to the cover of the undergrowth once more. With great trepidation the party pushed on through the dense groves until they heard voices. There in a clearing, they saw yet more females, these adorned with yellow painted markings upon their scantily clad bodies. They were feasting on meat which they had evidently cooked on the fire seen from far off. There on the floor were several other women, trussed and gagged like animals. They were evidently members of the red painted tribe who had visited the habitation. As the party crawled forward to further their reconnaissance, they reached a pit from which a grisly sight met their eyes. The pit was lined with bones and skulls which could only be human. The meat which the women feasted on could only be that from a previously trussed female.

Though he could not understand what Tehuni and the other women whispered to each other, it was apparent that they could not attack the yellow tribe. They lay low and awaited the coming night. As darkness fell he watched as Tehuni and three other women edged, step by step like a praying mantis, toward the trussed women. At one point, a twig under one of the women's feet snapped with what sounded to them like a minor explosion in the silence; they froze as a couple of the yellow women turned and muttered in their slumber. Eventually they reached the captives and carefully unbound them. Tehuni gestured to him and the others, as they continued on down to the beach; he drew back with the other women and they doubled back round to the beach where Tehuni had gone.

There were a good fifteen outriggers up on the beach; the paddles to propel them conveniently stuck in the sand. They slowly dragged three of them down to the water across the moonlit sand. They intended to pull all of the outriggers into the water to allow them to drift, and had collected all the available paddles to hinder their pursuit when a wailing voice was heard from the Yellow painted women's camp.

He and the women hurriedly embarked upon the three outriggers and paddled for all they were worth into the inky blue lagoon. They were no more than around one hundred yards out when torches illuminated the beach they had left from; several spears pierced the water like arrows as they paddled for their lives. Many of the lithe and athletic women ran down the beach parallel to the outriggers when they realised the paddles had been stolen. The whole situation to him was as though he were locked in some dream-come-nightmare; he had been captured and abused by beautiful females, befriended by beautiful females, and now he was pursued by yet more beautiful females.

The women on the beach stretched and flexed their delectable brown bodies which shimmered in the moonlight as they threw various objects from the beach. It was with relief that they reached the promontory, and saw the progress of the women on the beach hindered as they were forced to splash into the water. The outriggers disappeared from the view of the pursuers as they moved swiftly round to the other side.

When they reached the beach nearest the habitation, they all lifted the outriggers, one by one, across the beach and deep into the undergrowth. They then worked backwards across the beach, removing their footsteps using large palm leaves to shuffle the sand disguising their steps. They regrouped with the other women at the habitation, and fed and tended themselves and especially the women who'd been bound. They then moved up the path past where he had made his encampment in the rock face. They watched the lagoon from their vantage point for two days, but no-one came. On the third day the women picked up their things as the evening wore on and descended the path. He was reluctant to do so, and tugged at Tehuni in an effort to get her to stay a little longer. Having seen what the yellow tribe were capable of, he was not keen to see anyone else eaten.

Tehuni kissed him and rubbed her body against his. It was apparent she was more than ready to be intimate with him once more, and no doubt sought the privacy of her hut. She pulled him along and the feeling in his loins swayed the decision.

They cuddled together in the confines of her hut after washing themselves in the waterfall. She wrapped herself about him and climbed on top after he had excited her body with his tongue. He slipped into her as she straddled him and they caressed each other to satisfaction before falling into a deep sleep. The next day came and went uneventfully; the habitation was left unmolested and a sense of security returned to the inhabitants. They slept again. Something woke him during the night, as he rose to his feet, something cracked the back of his head; everything went black.

His eyes opened into bright sunlight; his head aching slightly and the smell of smoke in his nostrils. He struggled to move his arms and legs and realised he was captive again. He was lashed naked to a pole in the centre of the clearing. The women in yellow were all around him and grinned when they saw he was conscious again he craned his neck looking for Tehuni; he could see some of the women trussed and gagged on the ground. The throng of yellow women moved to one side as their equivalent of Tehuni moved up to him; she was also strikingly beautiful.

Her nipples erected almost instantly as she viewed his cock, which was rousing automatically; he could not help himself. The grinning women drew closer as she played with his manhood and looked at him with a leering smile. Her musky feminine scent did not help his situation; his cock grew stiff, much to the delight of the women. As the beauty toyed with him, he heard the pitiful cry of one of the trussed women; one of the yellow tribe appeared holding a fearful ironwood club; it was splattered with blood. The others rubbed their bellies and pointed to the fire. It seemed they had chosen and dispatched their first victim, and would now prepare their feast. He just wished he could see Tehuni.

The women now gave him their full attention. He was almost certain of one thing; the novelty of what was between his legs would mean they were unlikely to feast on him. They teased his rigid member and giggled as they sniffed their fingers; the scent of his masculinity arousing them. Once again he found himself surrounded by women who were all physically very attractive, and their leader had him under her control. She toyed with him until the inevitable happened; the women shrieked with delight as he spent, spattering their leaders legs. His enjoyment was not quite as it had been for Tehuni; he could only think of her and was intensely fearful for her well-being. His member flaccid, the majority of the women moved away, and the smoke suddenly blew in the opposite direction, allowing him a view further across the clearing. There, strapped to a post with two other women was Tehuni; she caught sight of him and smiled weakly, then dropped her head.

He was watching the situation intently; the Mistress of the yellow tribe came to him frequently, stroking and caressing him whenever she did. It was on such an occasion when he saw two of their number come running down from the ascending path. They had a look of terror on their faces and pointed up to where the rocky outcrop was. They babbled to the Mistress who also looked worried at their information. He was sure he heard the term 'tabu' in their hurried language. He had to get free somehow. As the woman came close again he kissed and licked her face; she looked at him with curiosity when he did so, then squeezed up to him and licked him also, smiling. He needed to gain her affection and this seemed to be working.

As the darkness fell the women danced around the fire, having had their fill of meat. She came to him again, with two other women carrying spears. She smiled at him and started to untie his bonds whilst the two pointed their spears menacingly at him. When he was free, she led him to the hut and the two armed women sat just inside the entrance and watched as she lay down with him. As attractive a woman as she was, he found it difficult staying aroused as he serviced the grateful mistress; he could only think of the one woman he truly wanted to be with, whose life was in imminent danger.

His new mistress moaned with pleasure and wrapped her legs round his torso as she reached her Shangri-las; her squeezing and moaning along with her musky sent was just enough to bring him off too. He bucked and spurted into her; she smiled up at him with satisfaction as she felt his warmth inside her. He dropped down beside her and pulled her close, caressing her arms and hair; he had to get her to go to sleep whilst he remained unbound. A light rain began to fall and the drips fell through the roofing. She saw the droplets and was obviously in no mood to leave the hut whilst it rained. She closed her eyes.

It must have been a good hour later before he dare move. His mistress slept soundly and he could see the two guards were also sleeping. He crept out of the hut without disturbing anyone. The full moon broke momentarily from behind the rain giving cloud, illuminating the scene, before hiding back behind the clouds once more. He could see the fire was still burning and two or three of the yellow tribe were still awake and talking. How was he to save his Tehuni? As he pondered the situation there was a loud cry; one of the yellow women about two hundred yards off had seen him.

He had no option but to flee. He ran as hard as he could up the ascending path, looking back occasionally to see his pursuers; the fit women were gaining on him. He ran, panting in the gloom, through the entrance to the outcrop. They were close to him now and there were about six of them; as he dodged around the rocks and up the rocky steps by the pool, he expected them to stop. They did not; they must have been unaware of the tabu. He felt doomed as he lumbered around the pools in the dark and fell headlong into the one which contained the white mineral; they would be upon him any moment now.

He lifted himself out, covered from head to toe in the white substance. As he did so, the full moon beamed out from beyond the clouds. The women froze as they witnessed the carvings and symbols in the eerie rock face for the first time; they were then confronted with a pure white figure which loomed, seemingly out of the rock itself. Two of the women jumped to oblivion over the precipice; the rest fled, dropping their weapons and falling over each other in their bid to escape as the thing walked slowly in their direction.

He watched as the women raced down the path screaming. He maintained a slow trot down the hill with his arms outstretched to maximise the effect; he would ensure they all got a good view of him at a distance, and had plenty of time to escape. As he approached the habitation, none of the yellow painted women remained; he could hear their frantic shrieks as they hastily boarded their outriggers and departed. The trussed women screamed as he approached;he rolled in the wet grass to remove as much of the whitener as he could, and the women calmed down. He raced over to Tehuni and released her and the other two at the post,she wiped the white substance from his mouth and kissed him. He braved the icy cold waterfall and washed himself down, then led Tehuni to the hut. They held each other close throughout the night.

A good week later they were fishing with three-point spears down by the lagoon when he saw the sails of a tall ship passing close by. His instinct told him to jump up and down and scream at the top of his voice, but he turned to see Tehuni who had a tear running down her cheek. He glanced again at the ship, and back at Tehuni. He took her hand and led her back into the cover of the trees where they would not be seen; he would be hers forever.