Chapter #5Jack, the castaway by: thbwcm   Jack was put on his knees together with his fellow travellers. The 18 years old biologist was travelling with them for research in the middle of the ocean when a storm hit their boat. After floating on a door for hours under the hot sun, he soon spotted an island and, just like any other survivor of the shipwreck, swam there.
The tropical island with white sand seemed like a paradise for the first minutes he stayed on the beach, but, soon, he heard loud screams and guttural noises coming from the deeps of the jungle. He even tried to run away, but arrows, spears and rocks started to fall down on his sides, soon, a dart hit his leg and he fell to the ground, his last vision being of a group of dark, slim forms surrounding him...
He woke to the screams and cries of a man, founding himself reunited with the other members of the boat. Strong vines tied his arms and legs together, forcing him to his knees and also being used to gag him. He quickly took notice of the screams and found their source, starting to sweat and shake as he realized his position now.
A man, Mark, one of the crew members, was firmly tied to a table, made of pure rock. Surrounding him, a group of tall, almost 7feet, dark skin women watched him struggling as the ropes hurt his pulses and heels. They were touching his naked body, groping his muscle and pinching his skin, from his angle, Jack was able to see that the women were also rubbing their clits and cleaning lines of saliva forming on their mouths.
Paying attention to his surroundings, the boy realized he was in the middle of a jungle, probably in some open field temple. On the trees, he could see a lot of women watching him and Mark, some of them carrying spears and bows. "Why there is only women here? And how many of..." Forcing his eyes to look at the darkest parts of the jungle, he was able to see a massive crowd of tall, muscular, black women watching them. "Oh god... there must be thousands of them!"
Mark's screams became louder as a tall woman in her 40s approached him, the crow surrounding him made space and bowed in respect. She was carrying a long dark knife with a white cable and, after saying some guttural words, she began to slice the naked man's leg off, as all the other women began to scream and praise the act.
Feeling nauseous and crying, Jack looked to his side, watching some of the spectators of the ceremony. Some women were kissing themselves, grabbing their breasts and licking each other pussies, right in front of him, a skinny girl had her four fingers shoved inside her pussy as she moaned in pleasure, watching the butchery act. "They are getting off to this... they are cumming as they tear off my friend's leg!"
Looking at the rock table again, Jack was able to see the woman with the knife smiling as she distributed member after member of the man to the other natives. Some of his body parts were brought to a massive bonfire that acted like a primitive oven, but others parts were consumed raw, like his eyes and genitals. Soon, all that was left of Mark was a huge blood stain still fresh, meanwhile, the rest of him was being cooked or digesting inside the belly of a very satisfied dark-skinned girl.
The boy realized that he was the last in line as one by one, his fellow travellers were dragged to the table as another group of women replaced the other surrounding him. His friends pleaded, begged and even crapped themselves as the strong women dragged them to their final bed, they laughed at their efforts for scaping and soon each one of the men had felt the touch of the dark blade on the black lady's hand. When the last one in line before Jack had his turn, the dark-skinned butcher had her body covered in blood and after gently placing the knife on the red-soaked table, she allowed some of the girls to lick the blood off her luscious body as she indulged on their carnal feast...
When Jack had already finished making peace with his higher beings, the only woman in the crowd wearing clothes approached him. She was dressed in a colourful cape that covered almost all of her body. In front of him, holding what seemed like a primitive paint brush, she draw a symbol on his sweaty forehead.
Soon, the loudest scream ever echoed from the crowd as they began to yell and sing one word, something he couldn't understand, it was: "KONGA; KONGA; KONGA; KONGA; KONGA"
The same woman who painted his forehead now held a torch in her hand, smiling as she walked by his confused and terrified face, she walked to a dark, shadowed figure, near the table where his friends met their ends. Touching the torch in a bowl filled with dry leaves, a huge fire was made and the entire crowd went silent. Jack was able to see it now, it was a statue, 10 feet tall, of a woman's waist, she had massive breasts and long hair made with dreds, but what called most of the boy's attention was the massive form of a hard penis emerging from the statue's waist.
From the distance, he was able to hear a loud gong and the women's faces became serious as they began to murmur: "Konga; Konga; Konga; Konga", while looking at the statue. He could hear footsteps shaking the ground approaching his location. Desperate, Jack began to beg for his god again, but unfortunately, his god wasn't able to hear him, the only god on this island was Konga...   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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