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Marooned

By: Moondrift



The storm seemed to come up out of nowhere. The weather forecast had been for a warm temperature and a calm sea. The forecast had been wrong about the calm sea. 

Mother and I had taken the small boat on a one day fishing trip and had gone out some considerable distance. We had been fishing for about a couple of hours when the black clouds began to pile up on the horizon. I started the engine and headed back to land and then the wind came in ahead of the clouds. The sea came up and soon we were being tossed about as if we were a piece of driftwood. 

The boat was only a fishing runabout and the engine was not all that powerful and I had a struggle to maintain a heading. I was cursing that we hadn't used dad's bigger professional fishing boat. 

Then it got so bad I had to try some tricky manoeuvres to stop us being swamped or even turned over. I'd filled the petrol tank before we left but what with the wind, waves, the distance out we'd gone and my manoeuvres, the petrol gave out and the engine spluttered to a stop.

We were caught helpless in the storm and just drifting, if you can call being flung all over the place drifting. We had a couple of paddles on board but we could forget those. Any attempt to paddle in that sea would have been like a kid trying to lift a ten ton boulder.

Mother had been bailing like fury and so all that was left for me to do was join her. How we didn't sink I'll never know and all the time I pictured us being flung into the sea with only our life jackets to keep us afloat.

We were out of sight of the mainland and I'd just resorted to prayer when through the now teaming rain I saw we were approaching some land. I knew it had to be one of the coastal islands but I gave us little chance of actually being carried there.

For all my pessimism we did drift closer and closer to the island, and as the storm began to abate we were able to use the paddles to get us ashore. As we drew close I could see that we were heading for a small cove but it was guarded by two arms of jagged rocks and the mood I was in I didn't see how we could avoid them.

It was mother, more stoical than me, who yelled out, "Paddle you silly bugger...paddle or we'll be wrecked."

We both paddled like fury and thank God we got into the cove, running aground about ten metres from the sandy beach. I got out and tried to drag the boat a bit further towards the shore, then mother threw out the anchor and together we waded ashore and flopped down on the beach.

We said nothing for a while, and then I complained, "I've no idea where we are."

Mother said, "Bundoogle Island."

That she knew didn't altogether surprise me because mother was part aboriginal and until she married my father – a non-aboriginal – she had lived with her people. They were a coastal group and they knew a fair bit about the islands that were dotted along this part of the coast.

I asked how she was so certain it was Bundoogle.

She grinned at me showing her sparkling white teeth appearing even more sparkly against her skin that always looked as if she had a deep suntan. 

"This is the cove we came into when I was a kid," she said, "it's about the only place you can get onto the island; it's all rocks and cliffs everywhere else."

So for the moment we were safe but I knew we were in a real fix. Our house was fairly isolated; dad, who was a professional fisherman had gone down south, something to do with the contract with the mob that bought his fish; on top of that he intended to spend a couple of weeks catching up with grandma and grandpa and some other relatives. 

Mum and I would have gone with him, but grandpa was one of the old chauvinistic sort and there'd been a hell of a row when dad said he was going to marry a half-cast woman. The bitterness had lasted so mum wasn't welcome at my grandparents place. In fact they had never met mum. I've always felt that it was their loss because mum is a great person and in looks she seemed to have got the best of both worlds. No wonder dad was attracted to her.

I might add that I had never seen my grandparents either since I wasn't welcome, being the offspring of a "mixed marriage." But dad felt he had to keep in touch whenever he went south, and I suppose that's to his credit.

So, our immediate problem was, our house being remote, dad away down south, we might not be missed for days or even weeks, so who would come looking for us, and when?

"We're marooned, aren't we?" I said, stating the obvious.

"Yes, said mother," seemingly unruffled.

"What the hell are we going to do, well starve or die of thirst?"

"First thing we do is get the fishing gear and other stuff out of the boat," mum said placidly, "there are some sandwiches and a bottle of water as well."

She rose and started to wade out to the boat. I followed her, and while I retrieved the fishing gear mum dug out the sandwiches and water.

We took it back to the beach and as I dumped the gear on the sand I pointed to the food and water and said, "That'll last about half a day; what do we do after that, die?"

Mum looked at me for a few moments then said, "I knew I should have taken you to spend some time with my people; if I had you wouldn't be so helpless. There's always food and water if you know how and where to look for it. That's the trouble with you whities, you look but don't see."

That's what she called me when I was annoying her or being helpless, "Whitie." Not that I was really white because I had inherited some of mum's skin colour, only not so deep and rich looking as hers.

Just stepping aside from our predicament for the moment, years ago bloody psychologists and anthropologists had come from the cities down south and started to test the aboriginal people. 

The IQ tests were a real hoot because the people they tested didn't know what the questions meant so they ended up being graded as morons. 

When you consider that the aboriginal people had survived in the environment for thousands of years I often wonder how, if the aboriginal people had tested the testers by letting them loose to survive in the same environment, how well they would have stacked up? My guess is that they would have been rated as morons, and probably dead morons.

So, one piece of leverage we had was that mum knew how to survive in all sorts of conditions. She knew what was safe to eat and what would send you to heaven or hell in seconds. If there was water to be found she'd find it; I sometimes thought she could actually smell water before you ever saw it.

Mum spoke up saying, "There are plants and some fruits on the island we can eat; that's what we did when I came here as a kid. There's water as well, it drips out of a rock crevice and after that storm it should be doing more than drip in a couple of days. There used to be some goat running wild as well..."

"Goat's?" I queried. 

"Yes, a lot of the islands have got goats on them. Some of the white fellas brought them here with some crazy idea that they could breed up a herd, God knows what for, but they soon gave up and abandoned the place, too isolated. Some of them went mad.

"The goats or the people?" 

"Since we may be here for a while I hope I'm not going to have to put up with too many of your smart remarks," she said. Then going on she said, "There's fish and crabs we can catch, and plenty of shell fish on and around the rocks; we won't starve.

"How are we going to cook them, we've got nothing to light a fire with, do we rub two stick together?"

She raised her eyebrows to heaven, sighed, and said, "That would be how you'd do it, wouldn't it. Yes, you rub two sticks together, but not the way you think. Did you bring the filleting knives from the boat?"

"No," I said, feeling a bit sulky.

"Then go and get them now. It isn't likely the boat will drag its anchor in this cove, even if there is a storm, but you never know, so go and get anything that might be useful.

"Bloody Roberta Crusoe," I muttered as I went back to the boat, my macho self-image in tatters.

I got the three filleting knives, some pieces of rope and chord, plus a couple of warm jumpers that were usually kept stowed up in the bow. Our wet weather gear we had already put on when the storm blew up; in fact we were still wearing it. 

I carted the stuff back to the beach and saw mother had removed her wet weather gear; I took mine off as well. That left the pair of us clad only in shorts and skivvies, and knowing how cold it could get on the mainland, even after a hot day, I gave thanks for the jumpers, because it was likely to get a bloody sight colder out here on the island. 

I stood around not knowing what to do next and feeling helpless. "Well come on," said mum, "the sandwiches and water will do us for today, so the first thing we do is find some shelter."

"Going to build a house are we?" I asked.

Mum didn't reply but began to carry our limited goods further up the beach. I followed suit and we put the stuff well above the high tide mark.

"Now we look," mum said.

The beach was backed by a slight rise and then came the scrub, but beyond the cove and on either side of it the cliffs began. I had no idea what to look for, but mum seemed to know so I simply followed her. 

I thought she would head into the island but instead she made for one of the cliffs. It didn't take her long to find what she was looking for. It was about two or three metres up the cliff but wasn't exactly a cave, but more like someone had taken a giant spoon and scooped out the rocks a few times. 

"Yes," said mum, "we used this the time I came here as a kid. It's out of the prevailing wind and we can look out to sea from it. You never know, they might come looking for us sometime, or a fisherman may happen to pass.

"Sometime!" I exploded, "Hell mum, how long do you think sometime will be?"

She shrugged and said laconically, "No idea, but they might not even know we're missing until your dad gets back from down south, and even then it may take them days or weeks to look at every island."

"They'll use a helicopter, won't they?" I asked dejectedly.

"They may, but we have to be prepared to wait for as long as it takes, so, while I bring our stuff up here from the beach, you can get up to the top of the cliff, find plenty of dry and wet wood, and build a bonfire. If we see a helicopter or a boat out to sea, we light the fire.

"Why dry and wet wood, I think we'll only need dry wood."

"Sweetheart," mum said in a patient but despairing tone of voice, as if she was putting hyphens between the words. "You build the bonfire with dry wood, and lay the sappy wood alongside it. If we see something we light the dry wood; when it's well alight we put the sappy wood on; that way we make a lot of smoke, and that is more easily seen than just a fire, except at night, but at night we won't see anything will we?"

"I haven't got an axe."

"Then you'll have to use what we have got, a knife. Now just go and bloody well do it."

I went to the gap between the cliffs behind the beach, went inland a little then followed a slope that led to the top of the cliff. There would be no trouble with the dry wood because even though the trees were stunted there were heaps of branches that had fallen off, no doubt over many decades. 

I hauled dead branches to the top of the cliff and built up the bonfire. I started to cut some of the thinner living branches from adjacent trees, but then noticed a low tree or shrub with extremely broad and long green leaves. This looked easier to cut through, and so it proved to be. I put about a dozen of these leaves or fronds beside the bonfire and then made my way back down to the beach.

Mother had moved all our gear up to the cave so I went up there. When I arrived there she said, "Now you can go and get some more wood for a fire. You can build it just down there on the beach."

She was looking a bit perplexed and she muttered, "I need a block of wood, but where do I get one here?"

"In the boat," I said triumphantly, glad to be ahead of her for once. "There's the block we use to prop open the fish box lid when we're not using it." The idea was to let the air circulate in the box to keep the smell down. "What are you going to do with it?"

"Make fire."

"I didn't bother to ask."

"And bring a really dry stick about ten or twelve millimetres thick and some very dry bits of bark back with you."

Again I didn't bother to ask. I went to the boat and brought back the block of wood, then set out to get the firewood. I brought the wood back together with the dry stick and bark. Mother had started to scoop out a sort of little hollow in the block with the point of a knife; she took the stick and said, get more dry bark and some dry grass. 

Off I went again. When I got back mother had made a point on the end of the stick and a thing that looked a bit like a bow as if was going to be a bow and arrow. She wound the cord of the bow round the pointed stick, and then she put some of the dry grass and broken up pieces of bark into the little hollow she'd made in the block. I watched for a couple of minutes and then said, "You'll never make fire like that." 

She said nothing but began to saw the bow rapidly back and forth, and then sure enough, there was a spark and a tendril of smoke. Mother started to blow on the dry grass that caught alight, and then she put on small pieces of bark. She had made fire.

The burning materials were transferred to the main fire that had more but larger pieces of bark under it, and after more blowing the whole damned thing was alight.

"She looked up at me triumphantly and said, "That's how you get fire by rubbing two sticks together"

"You mean rubbing a stick and block together."

"Well if I hadn't known how we'd be eating raw fish. Now this fire must never go out, so go and get more wood, heaps of it, I don't want to have to start all over again. And see to it that there's always a lot of wood handy."

There's one thing you haven't thought of," I crowed.

"Oh, what's that?"

"The bonfire on top of the cliff; are you going to do that twirling thing every time we need to light it, because if you do whatever it is will be gone by the time its alight."

She put on her patient look again. "We light a torch and you or I run up there with it and light the bonfire – oh never mind, just go and get some more wood... then we can eat the sandwiches."

I went back into the scrub and started to cart armfuls of dry wood back. I thought, "If we're here long enough I'll end up walking to the other side of the island for dry wood."

Mum sat on the beach doing something with lots of twigs and some sort of creeper. By the time I'd finished she was waving the result of her labours at me. "A torch," she said truculently.

It was my turn to say nothing.

We ate most of the sandwiches, but left enough for the morning, as mother pointed out, we'll need something to eat before we start seriously looking for food.

"What about water?" I asked.

"Ah, yes, now that's a bit of a problem. If I remember correctly we've got a bit of a walk to get to the crevice and we've only got this bottle to carry water in."

"What about a bucket," I asked. 

"We haven't got a...yes we have...Frank, I told you to bring everything that might be useful from the boat, did you bring the bucket? No, of course you didn't."

I crept off back to the boat with mother's eyes drilling into the back of my head.

Not only did I return with the bucket, but I also brought a large cotton sheet that we used to cover things up in the boat when we weren't using it, just to keep the sun off.

We'd just about used the day up and I was feeling very tired. Mother was yawning as well so after she'd banked up the fire we climbed up to the cave. 

It was already getting cool so we put on our jumpers, and in the hope of getting some warmth from it, we lay side by side with the cotton sheet over us. The ground was bloody hard, but being so tired I soon fell asleep.

I must have slept like the proverbial log because when I woke up mother was at the fire that she must have revived. 

I went down to her and we ate the last of the sandwiches and drank the remaining water from the bottle. I only hoped mum was right about there being water on the island.

When we had finished I said, "We'd better go and find that water."

"Not yet we won't," said mother. "We're not animals, we wash first."

I certainly must admit that after our previous days work we'd got pretty grubby and I smelt sweaty, but I felt it necessary to point out that until we got the water we couldn't wash.

"The sea, darling...the sea...we go for a swim. We won't be able to use precious fresh water for washing." With that she began to take off her clothes. 

I was shocked; I had never seen mum without clothes on, so I turned my back.

"Don't be so silly, Frank," mother said, "you don't think we're going to be able to exist here without seeing each other naked, do you? So get your things off and get into the sea."

She finished stripping and then walked down to the sea. I stood staring after her in amazement; it was like watching some water nymph, her slim figure and golden skin, high firm buttocks, and as she turned to beckon me to join her, the small firm breasts. 

Certainly a mother naked, especially my mother, is a very different prospect from a mother fully dressed, even if fully dressed means only shorts and a skivvy. It was in a sense not mother I was looking at, but a woman I found it hard to recognise as mother. 

Looking at her, nature took its course, and I started to get an erection. I hastily stripped, trying to get into the water before I was completely hard, but I wasn't very successful. 

Mother was doing her share of looking and I realised she hadn't seen me naked since I was a kid. By the time I got to the water my penis was standing up like a lighthouse, and I saw a quirky sort of smile come over mother's face, and while I struggled not to look at her, she was quite blatant about her staring at me. I got chest high in the water as quickly as I could.

After we'd swum and splashed around a bit we went back to the beach and our clothes. Mother seemed in no hurry to dress and she continued to look at me in a speculative sort of way. I got into my shorts as soon as I could, but I don't think they hid very much.

Mother said, pointing "Off those rocks over there, we had good fishing that time I came here, you go and try and I'll go inland a see what I can pick up in the way of fruits and vegetables and I'll get the water. 

Mother was still naked as we went back to the cave and even when we got there she still didn't dress. She picked up the bucket and taking her skivvy she headed out of the cove. I got some fishing tackle together, and after digging around on the beach for some sand worms I went to the rocky ledge she had pointed out.

She was right about the fishing being good. I started to haul in fish almost as soon as the line hit the water. I'd never known anything like it before and was tempted to keep on fishing, but then realised how ridiculous that was. We had no refrigerator or ice box to keep surplus fish in, and presumably they'd still be there for the catching next day, so I stopped at four fish.

I went back to the beach and filleted them there. Mother still hadn't returned so I took the fish up to the cave and then went looking over some rocks that looked as if they were covered by the water at high tide. I was hunting for any shell fish that might be edible, and found some clusters of mussels. I got a few of these and returned once more to the cave.

Mother was back and still naked. She had brought a bucket of water and had used her skivvy to carry some vegetable matter and some round berries. I'd seen this stuff on the mainland but never thought of it as being edible.


Marooned



My name is Emma. I was born and grew up just outside of Buffalo New York. My father worked very hard in a plant thirteen hours a day that smelted iron ore that was brought in off of the great lakes. My mother had her hands full with my seven siblings and me. I was the eldest and had just turned eighteen in 1877 when the widowed butcher of our town that was in his late thirties asked for my hand in marriage. As his eldest son was older than me I was mortified and spurned his proposal. My father was very angry. My mother was sympathetic but explained that I had reached an age where I needed to take stock of my options and make a decision of what I was going to do with my life. I helped her take care of the little ones and assisted my mother with the laundry that she took in to generate a little extra income, but I knew that I was a drain on the family resources. 

I am no beauty but I am not ugly either just sort of plain I would guess you would say. I am tall for a girl at five foot six. I wear my brown hair long down to my waist. I have a full bust and fuller round hips that my mother's friends said were perfect for birthing babies. I also am very smart and read every spare moment that I have in the day. I have read the bible eighteen times and made a pledge to myself to read it every year of my life anew. My girl friend Sarah says that I intimidated boys of my age. Older men on the other hand had been attracted to me for a few years because of my maturing rounded figure. I had gone to the minister of our church who after hearing of my thoughts and concerns had introduced me to the bishop who had suggested that I think about becoming a missionary. I found it an exciting prospect. I could have an adventure much like those that I read about in some of my books. The problem was that the missionary service only accepted married couples, single women were forbidden. Nonetheless I was taken into the program and then introduced to a young unmarried man in his mid twenties named Tom, who was also spouseless. Our introduction took place two weeks before I was due to leave. Tom was very religious and extremely plain to put it mildly. He had few social skills and could hardly mutter a sentence that was not somehow scripture oriented. If I wanted to go to my assigned posting in China I had no choice but to marry the young man. The bishop in a joint ceremony with five other couples married us on February 3rd 1878. 

The first night of our betrothal under the covers of our bed Tom pulled up my nightdress mounted me and took my virginity with no foreplay or passion. It did not last very long, he hurt me and I bled. When he pulled out of me he knelt down by the bed and said a prayer thanking the Lord God for his blessings and begging his forgiveness for the sin that he had just committed. It was not an act that I hoped to repeat anytime soon.

A few days later our tallmasted ship left Boston Harbor. We traveled around the southern tip of South America through horrific seas that left everyone on board seasick. After more than a month and a half we reached the warm southern Pacific Ocean, which was very lovely, and our passage became an absolute pleasure. One fateful morning, however, the skies suddenly began to darken, the winds increased in intensity and the waves took on a menacing froth.

For four days our vessel, floundered in the middle of a terrible extremely strong typhoon. All of our lifeboats were swept away and our masts cracked, were broken and then lost overboard. There were more than two hundred frightened souls on board. Everyone, the crew, the families in transit to overseas postings and the single men on assignments or seeking their fortunes prayed constantly for the storm to abate and for salvation. On the second day of the storm Tom was lost overboard while trying to valiantly assist the crew in salvaging the last remaining mast. I was proud of him and I said a prayer for him. I felt badly because I did not feel like I had lost my husband. We had hardly known each other. Despite the valiant efforts of the crew the ship began taking on water and slowly sinking. After a desperate but gallant fight the ship finally sank. 

I found myself clinging to a brace of the ship's side in the water with a young man who was on a diplomatic posting to Siam. The young man's name was Stephen and he was twenty-five years old. He had graduated from Harvard and after serving a short stint in Washington was headed for his first overseas assignment. I had seen him on the foredeck a number of times during the journey but the missionary couples on board did not interact with the other passengers, especially the single men, so we had not ever spoken before we were coupled together on the makeshift raft.

For two days we drifted in the ocean current and prayed for rescue. There was nothing we could do but talk. I got to know all about him and told him everything about myself. The weather calmed and the waves gradually became much gentler. Mercifully the cloud cover remained so that we were not subjected to the hot burning sun. On the morning of the third day we saw an island on the near horizon and began kicking to propel our flotsam toward the beach. As we got nearer we saw it was a small island with a single mountain and a beautiful white sand beach that disappeared into a forest of palms and pines. We also saw smoke coming from the island. We talked about it and convinced ourselves that the inhabitants would most certainly be our deliverance and rescue.

As we grew nearer we saw five men on the beach. Three of the men came into the surf and assisted us up onto the sand. As we recovered we learned that the three who had helped us were also survivors from the ship that we had been on. The other two men had been shipwrecked on the island for more than two years. I looked at the two men who had been on the island for so long and saw them looking at me with a raw hunger. My dress had been ravaged by the water and waves. I suddenly realized that my legs and feet were bare from my thighs down and that the tops of my breasts were also visible. I stood and moved closer to Stephen. The other men had no way of knowing my connection to Stephen and were certain to trek carefully while they calculated the synergy of the situation. Stephen had noticed the other men's keen interest in me and put his arm around my shoulder in a possessive and comforting act. 

We followed the five men off the beach and up a trail to where the two shipwrecked men had established there home over the months. They had built a rather large cabin and a couple of adjacent storage lean-tos in a clearing in the woods near a stream. All in all it was quite nice. The majestic palms and warm gentle breezes made for an ideal setting. They offered us food and fresh water. While we ate I grew very increasingly uncomfortable as every time I looked up I found the men's smoldering eyes on me. Their names were Jake and Chad. The other three men from our ship were Chris, Adam and Samuel. Chris and Adam were sailors and Samuel was an older merchant who had been traveling to India.

During the rest of the day Jake and Chad told us about the island. There were no other inhabitants and they had had no ships come near during their lonely isolated months. I had a chance to observe the six men. They were all healthy, normal sized men in good shape. Chad was the exception as he was a huge man of more than six feet and weighing over two hundred pounds. He seemed to have the attitude and ability to kill any of the other men with his huge bare hands if he should so choose. Every few hours a couple of the men would go down onto the beach to search for other survivors or debris that may have washed ashore. Stephen stayed with me the entire time. I was extremely afraid to be left alone with Jake and Chad and he sensed that. No one else was found and we all knew that as time passed the chances for people living through the ocean ordeal was slim. 

When the sun began to set Jack and Chad brought out distilled spirits that they had learned to make from the fruit that grew on the island. As the men drank their looks at me became more and more open and their talk began to focus on women and their hunger and need for female flesh. Things were getting out of control and Stephen took me into the cabin and had me make a bed a corner. Somewhere during the day he had acquired a knife and he promised to sit up and protect me as I slept. I felt that he was being very noble but I realized that at some point he was going to have to sleep and then I would be on my own and at the mercy of the other men. Inebriated, the men gradually came in and feel asleep in the cabin. When Jake and Chad came in they approached where I was trying to sleep. They saw the knife in Stephen's hand and retired without a confrontation to their beds. There would be many days ahead and there was plenty of time. They knew that their opportunity to get me alone would be coming.

When morning came Stephen summoned everyone to the clearing. A daybreak search had revealed no other survivors. We knew that the seven of us were marooned on the island for the foreseeable future.

"It is obvious we have a problem here," said Stephen as he took leadership of the meeting. "There appears to be enough food and water for us to survive forever. I suspect that someday that a ship will come this way and we will all be saved. It could be tomorrow or maybe in a dozen years or more." He looked at the other five men and then at me before he spoke again. "What we do not have enough of are women." The men mumbled and muttered in agreement. "There is no doubt in my mind that all six of us would like to have Emma in our beds at night and that every one of us is scheming of ways to make it happen."

"I don't need her in my bed at night," laughed Jake "I just need to give her a good fucking."

Stephen glared at him before he went on. "Yes we have six healthy virile men and one attractive nineteen year old woman. You all know that that is a recipe for disaster. Either we're gong to kill each other trying to take her for our own, or protect her from one another or we're going to all get drunk one night and gang rape her and possibly kill her in the process." He looked at me where I sat with my head down staring my bare toes on the ground. I had figured out what he was saying for myself lying awake over night and knew that every word was true. I felt myself shaking and trembling with the reality of what I was facing and the danger that I was in.

"Do I have no say-so in this discussion?" I asked.

"It sort of depends on what you are going to say," Stephen replied.

"I'm young and have no experience but I know that you men have very strong physical needs that only a woman can satisfy. If you will be fair and gentle and compassionate with me," I shuddered and stifled back a sob as tears began to stream down my checks, "then I will do what you decide you want from me. I just don't want to be hurt."

I looked around the group and saw the raw sexual fever burning among the men. If anything what I had just said had made them more agitated and almost frantic to take me. I suddenly knew what an antelope's last moments must feel like when surrounded by ravenous lions seconds before they are torn apart. What they all wanted and needed was being willingly offered to them. Stephen seemed embarrassed but I could see the outline of his cock swelling in his britches and knew that he too wanted badly to fuck me. I hoped that he had a plan. It was obvious that we needed one quickly or things were going to go out of control and I was likely to be raped right there and then.

"Ok here's the plan.' he said. "I've considered all of the possibilities and options and there is only one solution. We agree to this and then each guarantee the plan. All of us against the one who cheats. The punishment is death. Agreed?" He asked.


"Let's hear the plan first," Jake sneered.

"We're all anxious to screw Emma," I looked up at him as he voiced what all six men were feeling and knew that it was about to happen. The coarseness of his speech and deeper tone of his voice hinted at the building level of his lustful fever for me. I suddenly felt a funny warmth in my groin and a wetness like I had peed. "There are six of us and seven days in the week. Each of us will have her for one day to enjoy. The seventh day she will have to herself and no one will bother her. We will determine our order by a drawing of numbers from this bowl." He said holding up a bowl made from the husk of a coconut.

"To hell with your god damned drawing," yelled Chad. "If I get a bad draw I'm not waiting a week to fuck the bitch."

"If you'll let me finish," Stephen yelled back. "I know that's a problem so after the drawing we'll each get her for a couple of hours through today and then starting tomorrow we'll take our regular days." I couldn't believe what I was hearing but I knew that it was in fact the only solution. The men would never sit idly by for five or six days waiting their turn. I needed somehow to take the long pent up edge off their sexual hunger and then they might be satisfied to wait for their weekly day of pleasure with me. 

The men all made guttural sounds of agreement and nodded. "Then it's agreed?" Stephen asked. "If anyone violates the agreement it will be a capital offense and they will sacrifice their lives." The men looked at each other gauging the potential trust possible. I didn't think they trusted each other at all. Especially not Chad and Jake but they all wanted to take me and this was the only way they were going to get between my thighs without having to fight the other five for the right to do so. It was doubtful the agreement would hold up over time but for now it provided an equitable way for them to have me. 

"This is a pact with each other and with Emma," said Stephen in conclusion. "We will protect her, not harm her and respect her wishes. In return we will each have the rights that a husband would have to mate with her and sleep with her." I looked around the circle of men that were trying to have a rational discussion about how to share me and fuck me. Outside of Stephan I did not believe that any one of them cared a bit about me, they just wanted to insure that I would be there for their pleasure when their time came. In a world turned upside down it was a reasonable solution to a dangerous problem.

I took a measure of then men who were going to become my husbands as Stephen called it. All of the men were fully bearded. Samuel who was the oldest had a few touches of gray in his dark beard. As they spoke they all looked at me with looks that I had never seen before. Their raw sexual yearning and hunger for me was so intense that I knew they were having a difficult time controlling their passions. I noticed that the men were fidgety and that they all seemed to occasionally rub their groins and adjust the way they were sitting. I felt dizzy and lightheaded. I couldn't look at them anymore; my body was trembling and shaking with fear. I wrapped my arms around my knees and pulled them up to my chest. I knew that it exposed my legs and rear to a greater degree but at that point it no longer mattered.

"What happens when we impregnate her" Adam, one of the sailors asked. I shuddered and knew that I had begun to softly whimper. What he was saying was beyond doubt true. There was no way that I could have six men screwing me regularly and not end up with child in short order. 

"My understanding," Stephen said "Is that we can still fuck her when she is pregnant up until she gives birth and then depending on how much she tears a few days or weeks later we can enjoy her again." The men looked at each other and nodded. I could not believe that I was sitting there listening to this conversation.

"Besides," interjected Chad with a leer in my direction. There is more than one way to get pleasure your from a woman." All the men laughed at my expense, as at that moment I did not know what they were talking about.

The drawing took place and Samuel got number one followed to my dismay by Chad who pulled the number two out of a bowl followed by Stephen with number three. I had been praying that Stephen would be number one. Adam was four; Jake five and Chris got the final number. 

Chad stood up walked over to me and took me by the hand and started to lead me into the cabin. "I don't give a shit about your stupid numbers game. I've been here the longest without some pussy and I'm going to fuck her first."

The other men surrounded us. Stephen pulled the knife from his waist and confronted the much larger man. "If that is the way you're going to be then we might as well get this over with right here and now." Chad looked at the other men and knew that as big as he was he could not take five equally tough men at the same time. 

"You're a pretty bossy asshole," he said as he let go of my hand and stepped nose to nose with Stephen. "I think you and I are going to need to have a private conversation at some point when your little friends aren't around to protect you." He turned back towards me and slapped me hard on the butt. "Enjoy your time with this old man," he said nodding his head towards Samuel. "I'll give you a real man cock and a proper fucking in a couple of hours." 

Stephen looked at me and something unspoken traveled between our eyes. I knew that our souls had connected on the raft and if circumstances were different that we might have made had something together. As odd as it was and in a strange way he was protecting me. "Emma use the word red," he said as he looked directly at Chad. "If anyone hurts you or does anything that you want them to stop just start screaming the word red and the rest of us will come to your assistance. If we don't hear that word we will assume anything we hear is consensual."

"That's bullshit," Chad said. "I'll fuck the bitch any way that I want to and she'll get to like it. Cunts don't know what they want, especially young twats like this one. They need to be trained." He looked at the other men each in turn. "Don't be surprised assholes if after she's had me she won't want any of you anymore." He stepped up near Samuel. "I'll be here in two hours old man. Make sure she's ready for a real man's cock." He turned and walked away and down the beach.

Stephen watched him go and then took an hourglass that had washed ashore and turned it over. "Your two hours starts now," he said as Samuel took me by my hand and led me into the cabin.

Inside the cabin there was a mattress on the floor that the men had made from straw and palm fronds. I stood next to it and trembled as Samuel took what was left of my dress off of me and then had me pull off all of my tattered undergarments. I did not know what to expect having had only the one painful unsatisfactory sexual experience with my husband. I anticipated that I was to be horribly tortured and hurt by the men over the course of the rest of the day as they took their pleasure and achieved their lustful release inside me.

Samuel looked at me in the soft filtered light of the room. "You are a lovely young woman," he said as he pulled off his own clothes. I had seen my brothers nude but never a grown man naked. I had certainly never seen a man sporting a quickly swelling erection. He came up next to me and gently kissed me on the lips. I suddenly realized that a man had never properly kissed me. His lips felt wonderful on mine and I kissed him back enthusiastically. I felt his tongue and opened my lips to give him access. Samuel pulled me close and sandwiched his erection between our bellies. I could feel his hardness throb and an explicable growing excitement in my loins. His hands massaged my naked rear sending sparks racing around my body. 

Leaving my lips he began to softly kiss my neck. "You remind me of my wife on our wedding night. So sweet, so innocent and so tender. I must have you," he said as he laid me down upon the roughly hewn mattress. His lips returned to mine and his hand began to massage my breasts and tease my hardening nipples. He dropped his head to my right breast kissing around the soft mound before taking the nipple into his mouth and beginning to suck. No man had ever sucked on my nipples much less kissed my breasts and I discovered I liked it greatly. I moaned in response to the sensations his suckle was generating within my body. Reaching up I rubbed the top of his shoulders gently with my fingers. 




Marooned



I felt his left hand begin to rub my thigh and then pull it towards him spreading me somewhat open and exposing my private area. His fingers began to massage the hairy section between my legs and then went lower into the folds of my pussy. When I had bathed I had touched myself there before and had found that it was an enjoyable experience. In the rare moments of privacy that I had had in our small house I had even experimented a little and had found that if I touched myself in certain spots that I sent a shiver through my body but I knew it was sinful and had always felt guilty afterwards.

I was very wet and slippery between my legs and Samuel used the slickness to tenderly rub the engorged exterior folds. I jerked when his fingers found a wonderfully sensitive spot at the top of my opening and began to massage the hard little nub that was there. I spread my legs further apart to give him greater access. "That feels wonderful," I said. "Please don't stop." 

What Samuel did next was something that I would never have expected and which shocked me. He rose up and moved over between my thighs. I braced myself for the intense pain, as I was certain that he was going to mount me and begin to fuck. Instead he leaned down and kissed my pussy and took the little nub that he had been teasing with his fingers between his lips and began to suck on it. I screamed from the unexpected pleasure and knew that the men waiting for their turns outside most certainly heard me. If anyone had asked me about a man placing his face and lips on my genitals I would have told them that this was totally disgusting and unacceptable. It was something I would never allow. But the reality of it was breathtaking. As the man nibbled on my bud and then began to lap and lick my juices I found myself going wild with yearning. 

I reached down and grabbed his head and pushed him more firmly between my legs. I began to moan and instinctively moved my hips back and forth over his mouth. His tongue attacked me with great fervor and craving and I opened myself completely to his assault. Suddenly it dawned on me that I was no different then the men were and that I had a burning need and desire to be fucked just as they had a need to fuck me. "Please, please," I begged. "Please take me, take me now. I desperately need to feel you inside of me." I didn't know what the other men outside were able to hear and how it would affect them. I really didn't care if the sounds of my screams of passion excited them to an even greater passion to have me and use me. In the worst way I wanted to be used and I was going to be there on my back for them when they came for me. If they were all able to bring me this type of excitement and pleasure then they were welcome to take turns and fuck me around the clock.

Samuel climbed up my body and took one of my nipples back into his mouth and began to chew on it. I felt the head of his cock nestle into the folds of my cunt. My body had been spewing forth my slick lubricant for some time and I was ready to be bred. He slid easily into me. His need was great and he thrust himself deep until his pubic bone came snug up against mine. It was nothing at all like what I had felt when my husband had taken my virginity. That time I had only felt pain for a few short seconds. This time I felt exquisite pleasure and fullness from the swollen shaft of my new lover. Like the dogs I had seen on our farm in New York the man began to pull in and out of me as he began to hump and fuck my body. I lifted my hips to him and kissed him wantonly as he found my lips and began to suck on them. 

I tasted myself on his lips and it was more than I could bear. Suddenly I felt every nerve in my body begin to tingle, a hotness sweep over me and then an explosion of intense spasms took control and I began to scream from the unimaginable pleasure he was bringing to me. I had never heard of an orgasm so when my first one claimed me I was unprepared. I did not know what was happening and could not believe that this intense joy was possible outside of heaven. I arched my back to bring him deeper into me and I felt my cunt begin to grab at Samuel's pistoning shaft as my body shook and squirmed beneath him. He could not restrain himself any further and in a second his body began to move in a very different manner and I felt a hot flood spread through me as he began to spray his sperm into my willing vagina. 

When he had emptied himself inside me he collapsed on me and began to kiss my lips and tell me how lovely, wonderful and satisfying I was. I thought that that would be the end of our intimate time together and started wondering what would happen to me when Chad's turn came in short order. But less than ten minutes later he rose off of me and turned me over on my stomach. "Get on you hands and knees," he said. When I did so he nuzzled up behind me, placed his hands on my ass, slid his cock back into my wet cunt and began to fuck me again. He had taken his edge off and as I howled and had one powerful orgasm after another he continued to hump me and take his satisfaction from the physical act. For more than a half an hour he fucked me, occasionally changing the angle of his thrust as he sank back into me. I never knew it would be like this and wondered how I was going to be able to physically handle six virile men if they were all like Samuel and the mating was to be this intense every time.

At long last he again emptied himself into me. He lay down next to me and took my sweat-covered body in his arms for a few minutes and gently rubbed his hand on my soft tummy where he had deposited his lively sperm. I was quickly learning that I did not know much about the act of human copulation but was reasonable certain that he had made a noble effort in impregnating me. Samuel kissed me on the forehead and then knowing that his time with me was soon up gathered up his clothes and left the cabin. I could hear the men outside whoop and holler as he emerged back into the daylight. 

I laid naked on the mattress while my breathing and heartbeat returned closer to normal. I started to drift off into sleep when I heard something and looked up to find Chad standing over me. He had already discarded his clothing and was simply standing there stroking his cock that was bigger than anything that I believed was possible on a man.

"Looks to me like you need a good fucking baby. No way that old man gave you what you need," He fell to his knees near my head. His enormous cock was just inches from my face. "Suck it bitch," he said and placed the purple plum head against my soft lips. 

"No" I said as I tried to push him away.

"I taught Jake to suck me good and with those sweet lips you'll learn to do it too," he said as he grabbed my hair in one hand and my jaw in another and pried open my lips. He rammed the rubbery head of his cock between my teeth and warned me that he would kill me if I bit him. My mouth was full of his manhood even though he was only about a third of the way in. "Suck it woman!" he said menacingly. To placate him I rubbed my tongue around that part of his rod that I could reach and heard him grunt as I hit sensitive nerve endings. With his right hand he maintained his hold on my wet hair while with his left hand he began to maul my tits and painfully pinch my nipples.

"You're one fine piece of ass," he said as he bucked his hips forward a little and forced his cock deeper into my mouth and partway down my throat. I suddenly realized that my protection was the word red and there was no way I was going to say anything with my mouth stuffed full of the big man's cock. "I've been way, way too long without a pussy. Jake's mouth and ass are just no substitute for the real thing. Those bastards have another thing coming if they think I'm going to share you with them. You're going to be my cunt and only my cunt." He began to rock on his knees and fuck my mouth effectively choking off my air. 

Just when I felt like I was going to black out from a lack of oxygen he suddenly pulled his cock out and climbed between my thighs. As terrified as I was by Chad and what he had just done to me I had given my word to the men that I would go along with them and be their woman if they treated me right. Samuel certainly had pleased me and deep down inside I was, in a masochistic way, wondering what sex would be like when Chad began to fuck my pussy with his huge cock. I didn't have long to find out. As wet and slippery as I was from my juices and the remnants of Samuels ejaculations seeping out from inside of me I felt like I was being split in two as Chad rammed his cock into my cunt. I screamed in pain and pleasure as he stretched me impossibly wide and sank deep until he rudely collided with my cervix. Where as Samuel had been tender Chad used me as though I wasn't even there. The man weighed way over two hundred pounds and each time he thrust into me he did it with a force and fury that jarred me. My body was putty in his hands as he pounded his pole ruthlessly into my body. I heard myself screaming and the line between pleasure and pain was crossed so many times that I was uncertain which I was responding to. 

He pulled out of me and turned me over as Samuel had done. I heard a disturbance outside of the cabin but my mind was foggy and I had no idea what was going on. Instead of sliding his cock back in my cunt from behind I felt the huge head touch my asshole and begin to push. The slick juices covered my ass and allowed the head of his cock to pop through the tight muscles of my asshole. The pain was searing and unbearable and I madly screamed and shouted red over and over and over again. I am not certain what happened next as I was half unconscious. I heard cursing and then fighting all around me. Bodies seemed to be flying around me and on top of me. I heard screams and then something hit me in the head and I passed out.

When I awoke it was very dark and I was covered in a blanket. Stephen was holding me in his arms and gently rocking me while he stroked my brow. My vision was blurry but after a few moments I was able to see Adam and Samuel sitting across the cabin from us watching. 

"Where is everyone?" I asked. I was most concerned about Chad dragging me off somewhere and picking up where he had left off. 

"They're dead," Stephen said matter of factly. "When you were screaming I tried to get to you but the others held me back because of our pledge. They said that you had agreed and each of us was going to enjoy you how we wanted to as long as you went along. But when you started screaming red we all came in. Chad didn't like it and attacked me and Jake sided with him. Together", he said looking at Adam and Samuel "we were able to kill them."

Where's Chris?" I asked.

"We lost him in the fight. Chad killed him," Samuel said.

I started to cry. "I'm so sorry," I said sobbing. "It was all my fault. I just couldn't take it even after I promised, he was just so big and it felt like he was killing me." 

Stephen hugged me and kissed me on the top of my head. "He would have killed you Emma. If we had not stopped him he would have split your ass open and you would certainly have certainly bled to death. There is nothing we could have done."

I stopped my crying. "Are you alright Samuel?" I asked. He nodded. 

I noticed that Adam had his arm in a sling and blood covered his shirt. "And you Adam? You look like you've been hurt."

"I'm fine Emma, just a scratch" he responded.

I looked at the three of them and they sheepishly looked back at me. "I don't think we can do this the way we had planned." I said. The men seemed disappointed and concerned. "I've learned something about myself that was unexpected over the past few hours."

"What was that?" Stephen asked. 

I turned around, reached out and laid my hand on the front of his pants and began to caress his cock. "I like being a woman. I like the way I feel when a man takes me." The blanket fell off of me and I was once again lying naked in front of the men. I felt Stephen's cock growing in the palm of my hand. "Even with Chad there were times when I was excited and knew I was who and where I was meant to be." Stephen shifted his body so that his cock, which had gotten bound up in his pants, could continue to swell. "If you men are comfortable with it I will be your woman anytime you want. You work it out amongst yourselves how you want this to work. As far as I am concerned from this moment on if you want me all you have to do is take me by the hand, undress me and enjoy me. Twenty-four hours a day seven days a week. You can take me individually or together. I really don't care I just want to be made love to."

Stephen looked over at Samuel and Adam. They both smiled and nodded. They understood that my now uninhibited nineteen-year-old body was theirs to enjoy. Stephen stood up and took off his clothes, as did the other two men. I looked at the three of them and saw my foreseeable future and three beautiful engorged cocks for me to enjoy.

They carried me back over to the mattress and Stephen climbed between my thighs, slid into my wet swollen pussy and began to hump in and out. I wrapped my long legs around him and pulled him tight against me as picked up speed and energy. Samuel motioned towards Adam who knelled down near my head. I opened my mouth and took him between my lips. I reached up and tenderly kneaded his balls with my fingertips while I caressed his rod with my tongue. As the two men began to fuck me Samuel leaned down and gently sucked on my nipples. I had come to the Far East to spread the word of God and had found paradise marooned on an isolated island. Heaven had come and found me. Adam grabbed my head and began to shoot his cum down my throat as Stephen thrust hard and sprayed his burning hot semen into my belly. I found myself praying that we would never be found.



Marooned



No matter how advanced a technology is it WILL fail. It is a lesson we often forget in the Twenty Sixth century. Despite the fact that humans have colonized dozens of worlds and flung ourself out to halfway across the Milky Way, things can and do go wrong. I really have to admire our engineers and scientists. Even though there is more traffic between the worlds in a single month than all aviation traffic of Twenty First century earth experienced in a year, we have far fewer accidents and failures. It is easy for us to get complacent.

I admit that I was in a complacent mood as my wife and I traveled on Orion Spaceways flight 432. My company had assigned me to Rigel 4 to open our new branch office. Even with instant telepresecence and the galaxy wide web, nothing could beat boots on the ground. When you were investing billions and sometimes trillions you wanted to shake hands with someone at the end of the deal. A nod and a wave from one screen to another was not enough. Not even a hologram could replace the practicality and universality of a firm handclasp. A physical plant also announced to the local economy that their planet had arrived and was an equal to Earth, Mars, Centari 5 and all of the other planets that grab the headlines on the galactic news. 

Melody and I have been married for three years. Oh I know that marriage is so passe. It may be a moribund institution but Melody and I liked dwelling in it. Melody and myself are hopeless romantics. We even had a public ceremony and exchanged rings like our great great parents did. It was fun and a great way to start a conversation with strangers. Most of the folks we encounter have never met a married couple before. Legal pair bonding may be the way the world does it today but we could learn something from the ancients. For example monogamy is NOT a dirty word.

I had no problem promising to be faithful to Melody. She is 167.64 centimeters tall and every gram of her 49 kilograms is to die for. Long black hair and sparkling blue eyes. Wonderful cheekbones amazing tits and legs that seem to go on forever. Melody thinks I'm pretty good to look at as well. Most women and quite a few guys seem to agree with her. Personally I LOVE it whenever I catch some fellow or female eying my wife. It reminds me that I am not alone in admiring her charms and that I should be ever vigilant to make sure that I treat her like the goddess she is so that no one steals her away from me. 

Melody's place of employment also had an office on Rigel 4 and they would be happy to have her join their operation in the same city where I would be headquartered. We could not have planned it it any better. We sold nearly all of our possessions on our home world., sent ahead the few sentimental and practical things we wanted to keep and settled into the snug life of a space liner. My company had splurged by buying us a private cabin. It saved our lives when the incident occurred. 

Melody and I were relaxing over a cup of tea. I remember the conversation well. Melody and I were both getting a bit horny. I had just taken a long look at the fold down bunk when warning sirens rang so loud they practically deafened us. I saw the emergency bulkheads to our cabin slam shut and then I felt the cabin jettison itself into space. As the cabin somersaulted through space, bouncing Melody and I off its walls I caught one glimpse, out of the porthole, of Orion Spaceways 432 breaking up.

I've read the Galactic Transportation Board's report of the incident. I know now that we hit an errant bit of debris, the exact nature of which remains in dispute, that had not been properly charted. We we also for reasons that no once can fathom, light years off course. Human error is the most probable cause. That was no comfort to us as our cabin turned into a lifeboat. It was programmed to find us the nearest class M planet with a breathable atmosphere. There are no internal controls neither Melody or myself could have piloted a spaceship in any case. It transmitted a constant distress signal and location coordinates. We were at our lifeboat's mercy and cold logical artificial intelligence.

In a few moments the cabin/lifeboat stabilized and we felt the steady thrush of its small but tough engines. We hugged and told each other how much we loved each other. Melody and I knew that the life raft was designed for no more than two weeks of use. If it did not find a suitable planet in that time its life support system would fail and we would suffocate. The prospect of such a ghastly demise filled us both with fear. At the same time there was little worrying could do to save us. Panicked, we'd just up our air more quickly. Amazingly after a few days we settled into a routine. Both of us were asleep when we heard the descent alarms. Our lifeboat landed with more bang than we expected and the hatch blew open upon impact.

The sweet air smelled heavenly, of flowers and warmth. My wife and I gazed out the hatch, The land was lush and green. We were in a clearing amidst towering trees. The sound of insects, birds and other animals were carried by the warm breeze to our delighted ears. Melody and I kissed deeply and passionately. We were saved! Now all we had to do was sit tight in our little nest until the Coast Guard sent someone out to pick us up. Melody pointed out that could be weeks or months away but I countered that our lifeboat could recycle our urine for much longer than that and if we ran out of food there were bound to be fruit tress and vegetables we could eat. Both of us carried portables loaded with data. But most of that was useless since we had no idea where we were. 

If things had gone according to plan Melody and I would have spent our days waiting for rescue, a bit bored perhaps and with a limited menu but safe and healthy. It was dawn the next morning when Melody first espied them. They were taller than Melody and nearly as tall as myself. They were quite handsome humanoids. Two eyes, four limbs, smooth skin, pitch black hair but they were red! Red like and ancient fire truck or a modern traffic light. They wore bits of leather and cloth around their pelvises. Their language consisted of grunts and whistles. There were twenty of them and they all carried primitive stone weapons. (At this point I would like to lodge a formal protest against the GTB's "no weapons" policy.) They all seemed very excited to see us. Our choices seemed to be a battle we were sure to lose or cooperation that would save our lives. We chose the latter course of action. 

As excited as they seemed to be to see me, they seemed doubly impressed with Melody. At the tip of flint stone points my wife and I were marched some kilometers through thick jungle to their village. We were not permitted to bring anything with us, The village stood on the banks of a river. The houses were cylindrical made of grass and wood and raised off the ground. It was then that I realized that the twenty who had captured us were all males. The females were Melody's height and weight. They were more compact than the males and their hair was longer, they were topless and the male in me noted that their breasts were very fine indeed. Like the males they wore a strip of cloth about, what I assumed were their private parts.

Under her breath Melody said to me. "I do hope that we are not meant to be dinner tonight." 

I nodded in agreement

Our of the large central dwelling came a feather bedecked bruiser whom I could only assume was the chief. He was taller and fatter than any of the other men in the village. There was some excited conversation between the chief and the soldiers. The women and children all stopped their various activities and gathered around to watch. From inside the chief's hut came several females and children.

We were led to the base of the chief's dwelling and he regally stepped down the ladder to get a better view of us. He sniffed us head to toe, ran his hands over our bodies. He seemed puzzled at first by our clothing. Then he issued an order and Melody and I were mobbed. A group of males surrounded melody and I was surrounded by a far larger group of females. Before Melody or I had time to react, stone knives and blades began slicing away our clothing. I heard Melody scream with fear and then calm when she realized it was just her clothes they were after. With ruthless efficiency the tribe stripped us.

Naked the two of us were led beck before the chief. Melody turned red with embarrassment. That did not go unnoticed by the chief. The chief paid especially careful attention to naked Melody. He felt her breasts and inserted one of the three digits on his hand aside from his thumb into Melody's pussy. The chief smiled and then signaled for one of his wives to examine me. She was meticulous, examining all parts of me. She seemed fascinated with my penis, especially my foreskin. She made a move to take me into her mouth. Whether from her repeated gentle stroking or fear, or some combination of the above, I became erect. It didn't hurt that the inside of her mouth felt very good indeed. Although her eye was not human I felt certain that I had detected delight in hers. 

The chief then shouted some commands and removed his loincloth as did all the adult members of the tribe. The chief's phallus blew my mind. It was obviously prehensiled like an Opossum's tail. Once it was erect it seemed to move with its own volition. The women had neat little holes that appeared to be just the right size for the chief's or and of the other male's penises. Abstractly I realized that my own penis would fit in there as well. 

The chief made a step toward my wife. I raised an objection but the chief gave me a withering look in response. I did not have to understand his language to know that further objections would be hazardous to my health.

"Melody." I said, "Whatever happens, don't resist. I don't think they mean to hurt us If we object it is death."

"I understand Honey." Were her only words before the chief was embracing her. I got no further view because the group of women swarmed me. The chief's wife resumed her fellating me. Let me tell you something about this species' tongue. It is longer than a humans and has a bit of a rough surface. Like that of a domestic cat. Around and over my penis it felt wonderful. Suddenly I realized that I was in some sort of primitive fertility ritual. I was forced to the ground and the chief's wife mounted me. Inside she felt wonderful. The inside of her vagina, for lack of a better word, wrapped itself about my manhood. Gently the, not unattractive, creature rocked itself to what was obviously an orgasm. She chirped like a tropical bird. It was delightful. Not far away I heard the unmistakable sound of one of Melody's orgasms. 

The females practically fought over who got to fuck me next. Apparently there was a protocol but none of them wanted to follow it. I lost track of how many times I was mounted and sucked. The cute little aliens also sat on my face and really seemed to enjoy my tongue. I simply imagined that they were human and tried to please each one in turn. From time to time I would think of Melody and sometimes call her name. She never answered back. I was thoroughly drained hours later when the party broke up. For the first time since the ritual had begun I saw my wife. There was a glow about her. She was not the battered frightened mess that had haunted the back of my mind. 

She sat up, looked at me and shrugged. Our captors led us to an empty dwelling. Several men bathed Melody and several women bathed me. We were left with several bowls of fruit, some bread and water. There were sleeping mats and pillows. Armed guards stood before the door. With nothing else to do Melody and I made ourselves comfortable. As we ate Melody told her story.

"Oh John, at first I was so scared I had visions of rape and death but somehow I deduced that the chief, I guess that's who his is, did not mean to harm me but wanted to give me pleasure. I'll admit that I was NOT in the mood but I knew better than to resist. Then his penis went to work ..."

Melody broke off at that point, bliss obvious on her face.

"John I don't mean this to wound you or humiliate you but I have NEVER been fucked like that before. Their penises, they can move around and elongate inside me. Every possible part of me that could be pleasured was pleasured. Whatever fear I had was lost on the throes of orgasms like I've never had before. And their tongues on my pussy! After the chief took me each of his men took me. They didn't force me, but I started sucking cock as well. They seemed to enjoy that just as much Please don't hate me for enjoying it John." 

I looked at Melody, her eyes sparkling. I took in every inch of her spectacular naked form. I realized that I did not begrudge her one moment of pleasure. Not even the sight of the greenish goo the males ejaculate leaking out of her pussy could alter my mood. I told her that I loved her and kissed her deeply. I confessed my own infidelities and admitted that I had enjoyed virtually every minute of the female creatures ministrations as much. 

"Well." said Melody when I had finished talking, "Our experiment with monogamy certainly ended in a way neither of us expected."

Melody laughed and said, "At least I didn't lose you to that ice princess, that blonde, Amanda, who shared your office and obviously had the hots for you.I really can't be jealous of an alien now can I?"

I nodded in agreement and then Melody said, "I wonder what they have in store for us tomorrow. More of the same I hope."

She looked at me mischievously and said, "You hope so too, you horn dog!" 

Even though we were as completely spent as one couple could be we made love one more time that night. It may have been our best time ever.



Marooned on Gronk



The Major just couldn't see a thing. The cockpit was a blinding orange, even her flight visor struggling to diminish its brilliant intensity. The bird rocked around like a bronco pitching and banking the Major wrestling with the controls. For the first time in her distinguished career she had doubts that she was up to the job. A space shuttle was still just a glorified glider even now after so many years in use; you just couldn't put it down anywhere.

The nervous shouts of the flight crew were drowned out by her thoughts. Was it better they didn't make it down? She pushed those thoughts away and gripped the controls tighter, steal determination at hand; she was Major Jane Reborsky captain of this crew, first woman on the moon and the second on Mars and she had a ship to land.

Jane looked to the ceiling of her stone prison the sweat pouring down her face as she recalled what had happened that day. The memories of the crash seemed to play over and over. She remembered the orange haze turning to green fields below as they descended; as she desperately searched for an open space to land. The impact had been enormous; it must have been hours before she awoke to drag herself from the flight deck carnage.

She'd found the young lieutenant McGuire outside the smouldering hull. The brave girl had tried to pull one of the crew clear before collapsing herself. It had been a waste of her energies everyone was dead apart from the two women.

Jane thought back to pre launch; the front covers of Esquire the title something about 'babes in space'. She'd just gone along with it for NASA's sake, oh and her husband had thought it great too. At 36 she still looked fabulous and along with her young blonde co pilot they had made a quite professional cover girl edition.

Like that happier memory the crash now also seemed so far removed. It had only been a few days ago surely? She struggled to tell time in this dungeon. The heat of the room was intense and she glistened with sweat. Her short tightly curled brunette hair was almost black with grime her high cheek bones and tight bronzed skin giving her that sensuous mature look. Her eyes gave a piercing stare across the room to her captors. Her long lashes and pouting full lips still retaining her that vision of loveliness the magazine photographer had captured in that pre-launch photo shoot..

Why had it happened? 

Even now in her predicament the professional astronaut took over, she had to go over every last detail.

First there was the loss of power and then the worm hole. Was there such a thing? Her crew had talked about suicide rather than running out of oxygen just before this planet had come into view. Maybe a rescue party would have followed them if they had remained drifting in space. But as the planets gravity slowly drew them in, they had no choice but to crash land. 

She tried to relieve the pressure on her stretched arms. Looking up they were bound together with rope suspending her on to tip toes. Not that she could see below her ribs. The large wooden vat she was in stunk to high heaven her naked body gently stirring the warm contents as she wriggled. The fire below kept the vat at a hot but bearable temperature the white slimy liquid clinging to her tummy dripping from her toned firm olive breasts like she'd been dipped in cream. 

How many bull type creature it had taken to fill this she couldn't guess but her captors were not averse to adding their own load of semen to the mix from time to time.

The inquisitor entered through the iron door his minions stopping for a moment before continuing their attentions on the cells other occupant; the moaning Kitty McGuire. The gut ugly creature reached out to caress Jane's defiant face.

"Have we a confession yet?" It giggled looking into her long lashed eyes.

"We crashed here in our ship!" She spat back having answered this so many times.

"Oh of course you come from another world." He laughed sarcastically. His firm armoured skin crackled as his arm moved to her breast his pointed talon hands caressing her fabulous hard domes. "My Lord thinks otherwise."

Jane winched at his firm but gentle grope. "But just look at us," she said rationally but forcefully. "Surely we're not from your world?"

The inquisitor admired the flesh and diminutive bone structure. Both these female creatures were soft and fragile but had an exquisite arousing beauty. No wonder his Lord needed to know the truth.

It had been lieutenant Kitty McGuire who'd seen them first. A cock sure naval pilot even she had momentarily lost it when the creatures had found the women still camped at their smouldering ship. Jane had backed under the side of the damaged hull a few feet away from the screaming girl. Four large humanoid creatures had surrounded the young blonde. Dressed in leather and iron they appeared like medieval troops their mounts six legged bull like beasts. The riders armour was black and oily their faces like that of gargoyles on some ancient cathedral facade. 

The Major saw the saddled troops throw a heavy rope net over the blue flight suited Kitty the weight making her long legs crumple under her. Jane backed further away planning her next move. Suddenly there was blade to her throat and a claw grip around her waist onto her bust. She had met her first Gronk.

Both women struggled but were bound at their feet and arms before been carried in nets slung between two riders each. Reborsky tried to speak to them but with no effect they either couldn't understand or wouldn't reply to her. At this closer range she realised that the black oily armour was in fact mostly there own rhinoceros type skin. Their sunken eyes looked evil but afraid, the huge black and white craft they'd found like nothing they'd ever seen or imagined.

"Keep calm," Jane had shouted to her young charge as she lay bound in her net." They'll be someone who we can negotiate with."

Negotiate! It hadn't worked out as she would have hoped.

The Gronk lord had watched from the balcony of his black tower as the huge white bird had thundered past. His lands were in turmoil his enemies plotting his downfall and now this sign of evil if ever there was one. He had immediately sent a search party to discover what he had seen. It had been the next evening before he had the two strange females presented to him; long enough for his fears to have grown ten fold.

The two women had stood before him as he admired their shape and skin, their breasts bulging from strange fabric clothes. The younger one had long flowing blonde hair like gold cloth. She was tall her legs thin and delicate her eyes piercing blue. The other, the one that spoke also had admirable curves her face commanding yet like a fine sculpture. Her green wide eyes looked straight into his and he felt himself bewitched. The woman spoke again and he looked toward to his inquisitor in surprise. The language coming from her lips was ancient and only recognisable to the educated few.

"Please we mean you no harm."

The Major saw creatures eyes light up in amazement. The huge Lord sat across his battle mount shield at hand his robed colleague standing at his side. He was larger than the rest and had a majestic air about him; terrifying yet noble. Behind him his ancient black tower blotted out the setting orange sun.

He had understood her words!

"A trick!" He yelled his mount rearing up. "Sorcerers, witches! Vipers sent to seduce and betray!"

He bellowed his words in broken English only his inquisitor and the two women able to understand. Both girls looking at each other in worry.

"Or perhaps a gift from the gods?" His inquisitor added, his eyes lingering on the officers curves. 

The dread Lord was a true Gronk; a breeder. This was a duty and a aristocratic curse his appetite or stamina knew no bounds in carnal pleasure; his seed fathering 5,000 off spring so far. The inquisitor had always felt it his duty to find his lord new mates to slight his desires. 

Both Jane and Kitty tried to speak but the Lord waved his hand and they were forced to the ground. He bent down from his battle beast pulling his inquisitor close.

"Even now their charms excite me. My loins are stirring; they're bewitching manner filling me with desire to seed in them. I need to know, are they witches or a heaven sent delights!

The inquisitor looked back at the two protesting women and gave a wicked slavering reply.

"That is a question which may take me some time to answer my Lord."

The women were dragged towards the monstrous tower, its black stone glistening in the evening light.

"To the dungeons with them." The hunched inquisitor barked. 

Once in the deep dark place the Gronk interrogator gave a wry smile his beak lipped mouth showing a pink lizard like tongue.

"You will remain here until it can be proved you are not witches."

Kitty gave a nervous murmur.

"But how can we prove that?"

The inquisitor caressed her hair tracing his claw over her heaving chest.

"No witch could survive the trials of the flesh. Only a creature capable of becoming a brood mare to my lord's loins would pass."

The captain shook her head still trying to reason.

"Please this is not right; we are visitors to your world."

The inquisitor signalled to his men to begin.

"If that is so rejoice for you will experience the carnal attentions of the finest breeder of his royal linage." Then he narrowed his eyes. "If not you will burn for witchcraft."

That's how it had begun two days ago. The women had been stripped, the creatures groping their tits, slapping their round asses binding their hands with rope. Kitty had been crying and sobbing, Jane more subdued all most like it was a dream. Both women had been lowered naked into the holding vat, the bubbling bull semen making Kitty retch.

The Gronk's had laughed thrusting the young blondes head under, making her mouth and nose fill with white filth, both women arms above their heads tits thrusting out. She spluttered and coughed her cute upturned nose frothing at the nostrils.

The inquisitor had started with their breast. Reaching from behind he groped Jane's impressive hard mounds pinching her nipples feeling the firm soft texture. Then he moved onto Kitty's larger cupped pale white melons; holding then as if he was guessing their weight once again pulling her long pink nipples. Both women grunted in disgust Jane tugging at the rope suspending her.

He swung the two women around so they faced each other their tits rubbing together both embarrassed by their intimacy. He had two bone type 6 inch tubes in his hand. They were ornately carved with hollow ends like a pipe. Jane thought they reminded her of an ancient earth device; the Chinese finger trap.

"Uggggg shitttt!" 

She gave a yelp as he pressed the pipe tip onto her nipple. Snap! She felt a mechanism bite down gripping her nipple inside the tube. Kitty tried to resist but he easily snapped the other end on her long thick point. "Awwwww!" They were unable to pull back from each other their tit ends now bound together by a 6 inch tube.

Snap! Snap!

The other nipple trap had been attached, both women trying not to sway too much on their tip toes to save pulling on the others mounds.

He then clicked his fingers and one of his men came running with a bucket. He tilted it so all could see inside. Kitty began to moan, her captain open mouthed in horror. In the bucket appeared to be eel type creatures. They were green, slimy, their heads bulbous their tails tapered to a vibrating tip like a rattlesnake. They twisted and wriggled in their own slime white glazed eyes never blinking.

"Burrowing worms we call them," the inquisitor explained. They seek out a warm dark place to nest and birth their young." He pulled Kitty's hair making jerk backward her tits spring up making both her and Jane yelp with hard nipple tugging. 

He spoke into her ear." The deeper the worms can get the happier they are."

And with that his minion poured the writhing mass of green creatures into the thick bubbling vat. Both women began to panic as the liquid began to stir with rapid moving worms. As they bucked and jostled they tugged at each others tits making them moan and grunt. Jane felt one slide across her butt its skin incredibly oily even in such a sticky bath.

She felt Kitty pull back making Jane grunt in discomfort. The young officer's eyes were wide in terror a long pitiful moan escaping from her clenched teeth.

Kitty could feel the bulbous head of an eel twisting up into her pussy. Jane tried to twist her hips but it was useless almost at the same time as Kitty began experiencing the penetration a filthy green eel creature pushed into the Majors cunt while another forced open her anus.

"Ooooooooo!!!" 

She made a high pitch shriek Kitty screaming in horror realising what had happened to her commander at the same time feeling a worms head on her own shitter.

"No, no, no, noooooooooooooooo!"

The thing thrust into her ass, snaking up deeper and deeper. She jerked around like she was dangling from the end of a noose, Jane too; biting her lip and making huge animal groans. Both women were pulling back tugging their tits to death, but they didn't care the twisting slimy worms were pushing further and further up their holes.

"Oh God," Cried Jane as her ass worm began to disappear completely inside her, all 9 slimy inches of it.

Kitty was incoherent her ass worm finding the burrowing hard work; struggling to twist up her tight chute. Her pussy one was already fully nestled in her void twisting back on itself as its rattling tail was sucked in by her quivering lips.

"Ug, ug, Uggggggg!!"

Jane felt the head of another pushing at her pussy trying to follow the fatter first one. Already another was opening up Kitty's pussy slit sliding in to meet the one inside and as it entered she began to convulse foaming at the mouth as both slippery beasts battled inside her for deepest point.

"Captainnnnn help! ukkkkkkkkkk!"

The inquisitor folded his arms in satisfaction watching he women jerk on their ropes unable to pull away from each other, unable to stop the things nesting as deep inside their bodies as they could go. Both women were moaning loudly the room echoing to their sensation filled gasps. 

The torment was never ending. As one worm settled down to nest another would wriggle and squirm for better position starting the creature off again, over and over. Their tales rattled constantly and bit by bit both women began to moan more in sensation than disgust.

"Ug, ug, ug make it stop pleaseeeeeee!" Moaned Kitty her anal intruder twisted completely around so it buzzing tail probed into her lower intestine its head forcing her sphincter open like a permanent shit that just wouldn't come out.

Jane was almost unconscious. The big monster in her pussy had nestle so deep she though she could see her own tummy bulging. The other beast had given up trying to get in her slit and was now half was up her rectum battling head to head with the deeply curled occupant both unwilling to give way in her tight leathery tunnel.

It must have been quarter of an hour of burrowing before Kitty came.

"Ug,ug,ugggggggg eeeeeeeeeeeieeeeeeee!"

The anal rattling had sent her over the edge her pussy walls tightening, massaging the two pussy worms who wriggled in appreciation. At the same time her nipples exploding inside the clamp tubes.

"Awwwwwwwww nnnnnnnn!" 

She squeezed her rectum so tight the alien worm began to shit out its head popping from her ring, and only after her orgasm subsided could it spiral back up.

One of the Gronks pushed his hand into the vat down under Jane's ass. He could feel her pussy eels tail still protruding so fat was this one compared to the other. He grinned as he gripped the tail the creature instantly panicking twisting and squirming turning to escape up deeper into her womb.

"Ugg, ugg, uggggg no no stopawwwww awwwwwweeeeee!!!"

Kitty started to scream as Jane shuddered with sensation

She came adding to the slime filled inside of her pussy the worm twisting more now in a heavily lubricated tunnel. Her two anal eels felt the contraction of her ass and the toned brunette felt the body of one eel pop as her insides squeezed its guts out like meat from a sausage skin.

"Awwwwww jezzzzzzzzzz uggggggggg!!" Cried the Major her face contorted with revulsion and ecstasy.

An few hours later both women hung limp, softly moaning, still bound at the wrist and held together by the tit tubes. Neither was fully conscious the constant internal wriggling sending them into a half crazed world of their own.

The inquisitor had left them long ago and now only two sweat covered guards watched over them. The vat was beginning to ripple with exhausted worms, one by one the creature vacating the women's anal cavities after failing to find suitable lairs to gestate in. The pussy deep ones however had found their ideal nests. By the evening of that first day these worms had shed their skins and rather like some strange insects pupated into thick green cocoons.