Sheena

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by Captor (1999)

Like me, she possessed The Energy. We chose her for that. And, from the very beginning, there could be no doubt she knew we'd rape her. But there could also be no doubt she craved it.

Her name was Sheena--probably not her real name but, in the islands, it was the only way anyone knew her. People thought she might have been Dutch but no one actually knew her true identity; certainly not her friends since she didn't have any. Only victims.

Sheena lived by cunning: working her way into the lives of well-to-do family men, enchanting them with her wicked, haunting beauty, teasing them with a body so perfect, so controlled, so driven by the dark, deep fires of her lust that their seething passion swept them beyond all reason. During some brilliantly engineered rendezvous, she'd allow her victims to explode and ravish her. Sheena's own lust would consume them both while delivering her weaker subject into the trap she'd laid.

Silence from catastrophic exposure came at a price: high, but not unreasonable; terrible, but not impossible. For nearly ten years Sheena had lived well in her adopted home in the southwestern Pacific, extracting tribute from a slowly growing group of men willing to buy peace while knowing they once possessed and used her.

And, to them, perhaps it was worth it. In her mid- to late-twenties, Sheena was beautiful with long, dark hair and hard, bold breasts she loved to sun. It was said her favorite "rape" setting was aboard the yacht of her carefully cultivated prey where, at the last minute, she'd begged a short, quick hop to a nearby island for herself and a friend or two. But she'd show up alone, clad only in a loose-fitting pareo she'd drop to tie around her slender waist, once out of the harbor.

Day-trips would stretch into two, three, or four. Later, her passion-drained victims found themselves utterly amazed and horrified at how the circumstances implicated them so perfectly. And at the simplicity of her demands. Even so, they were left longing for her, dreading any further contact but secretly praying for it.

Dennis and I had planned our abduction well.

She'd been motoring the thirty-five-foot yacht given to her by one of her more recent "assailants." No sailor at all, Sheena had seduced a local channel pilot for the knowledge of how to operate her new acquisition under power. She took advantage of the calm seas and good weather to deliver it to a broker in Borneo. She had no idea what happened when the scuttling charge I'd attached to the keel that morning detonated.

Watching from a few miles away, we saw the boat go down in minutes. We left her clinging to a life ring until just past sunset before "rescuing" her.

We pulled her aboard and she lay panting on the deck, a vision of raw female animal with a strikingly bewitching face framed by stringy, soaked hair. Barebreasted, she wore only the bathing suit bottom she'd had on when the boat had sunk. We smiled at her dark areolae and generous nipples. Her taut and muscled torso tapered to slender, but ample hips and framed a soft, flat belly with tight, tanned skin. Dennis rinsed her with a large bucket of fresh water while I rolled her over.

Her backside was equally striking with exquisitely shaped buttocks topping long, athletic legs: firm, with strong tender thighs and sculpted calves. Her dainty feet, now waterlogged and soaked, still revealed their petite beauty with long, delicate toes, gracefully curved and soft. I kneaded them in my fingers while Dennis continued rinsing with the bucket and my other hand sampled her leg's succulent muscles.

We would rape Sheena. Rape and torture her, then rape her again, using her in every way until only mindlessness remained. Then we would kill her and roast her in the fire to eat her flesh and nourish our sated bodies. Looking at Sheena and enjoying her feel, I realized we'd chosen well.

We dried her with towels and helped her below. Utterly spent and in shock, she quickly lost consciousness atop the bed we'd prepared for her in the forward compartment.

That evening as she slept in total exhaustion, we walked to the forward cabin naked. Had she awakened, we'd have begun raping her. But she didn't stir. Carefully, I cut away the bathing suit bottom and we took long moments stroking eager cocks above the flawless body that now belonged to us. Dennis gasped and barely caught himself, letting a jet of excited precum spurt from his glans to splatter just above her sun-bleached bush. Even in the dim cabin we could see it sparkling on her belly. We almost took her then but decided to close the door.

Like me, Dennis too possessed The Energy. The illegitimate son of a high-born British investment banker in the New Hebrides, all Dennis had known of his mother was that she was an expatriated American living among cultists across whom his father had stumhemorrhage on a remote island while on a solo cruise.

Through research, Dennis had determined the island--of uncertain location and known only as Atonga--had been home to cannibals who raided boats and other islands, taking captives whose writhing flesh would satisfy intense appetites for torture and extreme sex before bathing in the coals of the cooking fire.

On the island, Dennis' future parents found themselves inexplicably fascinated with one another. They quickly became passionate lovers and, upon discovering that the cult was planning to kidnap and kill his father, stole away together.
They cruised, lost in blind, unceasing lust for more than two months before she discovered she was pregnant. Dennis' father put ashore in the New Hebrides and took an executive position at the bank, keeping her closeted. Dennis was told she'd died in sonbirth but later discovered evidence his father had had her killed--a quick, clean, and easy task for the right price.
Dennis' father raised him as his son and heir "brought from home in Britain." But Dennis only developed a passing interest in the banking business, choosing rather to open himself to the dark passions that seemed to drive him so strangely and so irresistibly.

I met him at a secret ritual of the areoi, a sexual cult dating to antiquity. He and I assisted in the rape and use of couple, abducted by the group to be the centerpiece of a weeklong orgy for the score or so of participants. Dennis and I knew from the moment our eyes met that we both shared The Energy.

Among true possessors of The Energy, there is no homo- or heterosexuality, only the purest sexuality: raw, feral, and utterly complete. The fully aroused body blends with mind and fuses with soul, sweeping away all identity, sexual or otherwise, save erotic abandon and the rapture it brings. It opens the gateway to the enormity of the inner self and a oneness with the infinite. The cult of Atonga knew it; we knew it. And, surely, Sheena knew it.

Later that first night, lying nude in the candlelit stillness of the aft cabin, Dennis and I stroked deliciously rigid cocks, sharing silent thoughts of what lay ahead.

Our plan was simple: abduct Sheena and take her to my island where her body would pleasure us without limit. But I'd decreed she must know without doubt her fate and the role of the fire she would watch maturing. If Sheena truly possessed The Energy, this would be the only way her soul could be released to feed our own.

I'd earlier told Dennis how I consumed the flesh of those I'd used, how the knowledge of what would come, in both taker and taken, summons unique and unmatched ecstasy. How it defined the very heart of The Energy. It had struck him deeply.
Desperate for it but unable to act on his own, he'd begged me to help him. Dennis and I had kidnapped and raped a few women together but only for the pleasure. Using and consuming Sheena would be the first time he'd fully open the door to the powerful forces he knew lay within. And he'd never visited my island.

My tiny, isolated, unknown island is indeed my own. Those I take there belong to me and I return alone. Dennis would be the first outsider and it was for there that our course was set.

The hour-high morning sun, warm and intense, bathed us both as we sat in the cockpit sipping coffee. I knew the aroma would stir Sheena and we heard her moving about below.

We'd only spoken briefly when we'd brought her aboard. I'd told her to use the forward head when she was able and we'd talk further when she'd rested. We heard the toilet flush, then the whir of the shower pump. I felt Dennis' smiling eyes on me. Both our cocks tingled. I checked the compass to ensure our course.

Sheena moved up the ladder, looking at us and feeling the soft breeze that filled the sails. Her dark, witch's eyes seized upon the shiny rings in my nipples, then the long, firm bulge of my tool as it pressed the tight, faded fabric of the tiny, tattered bathing suit I wore. I saw the twinkle as she recognized Dennis, known quietly among seeking women in these parts as the rogue and highly eligible son of the rich New Hebrides banker. The coffee cup she held shook slightly, despite her attempt to appear unaffected. I could feel the wheels begin turning inside her mind.

She wore the huge T-shirt I'd laid out for her. Old and threadbare, it reached down to just below her bush, showcasing the gentle curves of her legs and exposing the underside of her buttocks. Her solid breasts stood out proudly, allowing the thin, beaten fabric to wrap and display their large nipples. A sudden breath of wind whipped across the cockpit, briefly lifting the loose edge of the T-shirt's front to expose the bottom of her bush. It didn't bother her, rather she used the instant of our diverted interest to cant her hips and push out her breasts.

Dennis wore only loosely fitting boxer shorts. With his leg resting up on the cockpit's edge, his half-firmed member chose that moment to drop sideways and reveal its filling glans.

"Uh," she began, haltingly, eyes indirectly examining Dennis' crotch. She pulled down the front edge of the T-shirt. "Do you know what happened to my--"

I smiled and held up her bathing suit bottom. The sight interrupted her and she smiled, only to let her mouth fall open as I tossed it overboard.

"Ripped beyond repair," I assured. She smiled again.

"I-I'm Sheena," she said, "just Sheena." Another wisp of wind tumhemorrhage a long, slightly mussed lock of her dark brown hair from her shoulder to fall across her breast. With the graceful flow of a feminine hand, she swept it back. The movement once more lifted the T-shirt to reveal the very bottom of her bush but this time, she allowed it to remain in view. Her eyes fell back upon Dennis' glans.

"I can't tell you how grateful I am--"

"Dennis," he interrupted in self-introduction. "Richard," he said, nodding to me. I smiled, leaning back a little and twisting a nipple ring. It drew her eyes and I could see the uncertainty and excitement kindle.

"It looked like you'd been in the water awhile," Dennis continued.

"All day," she said, looking back at Dennis, now smiling more broadly at the confirmation of his identity, "I don't have any idea what happened. Something went 'bang' and then the boat was gone. I--"

"You must be starving," I interrupted.

"Famished!" she burst. "Do you have anything to eat? I--"

"Only this right now," Dennis said, holding up a two-liter container of a thick whitish substance that resemhemorrhage fruit puree. She took it, sampled it, struggled momentarily and unsuccessfully to place the flavor, then began gulping it happily.

"We were only out for the day when we saw you," Dennis lied. "We're taking you back but it's two-day's sail so we're stopping at Richard's island for provisions. We'll be there soon." He nodded toward the tiny dot now centered on the horizon.

She turned to look and the T-shirt rode up, completely exposing her bush. She felt it and spun back. She put down the container and tugged at the bottom of the T-shirt. She looked up to find us gazing into her eyes. Dennis' hand toyed with his cock as its totally erect length now protruded from the side of his shorts.

There was a long silence as Dennis looked back down to examine his tool, standing it vertically and pulling down along its shaft to stretch the skin of its glans and watch a crystalline ball of precum emerge and run down the sensitive skin.

"Why do you think you're here, Sheena?" he asked, looking back up. His eyes watched hers move from his cock to me playing with both nipple rings, then back to his.

"What--what do you--?" Her voice betrayed the strange dizziness the drink produced. Her hand went to the side of her breast, stroking it unconsciously in her sudden confusion.

"You're a beautiful creature, Sheena," said Dennis, "pulled naked from the sea by two men who now possess you. Men who now desire you.

"In many ways, you belong to them--to us.

"Do you want to belong to us, Sheena?"

I could feel the excitement in her silence. Sitting on the opposite side of the cockpit from where she stood, I slowly rose, making sure my movement represented no threat. She watched me slip off my tiny bathing suit and my steel-hard cock swing out and up. Her eyes seized upon the thick shiny ring piercing my frenum. She tried to step back but the bottom of her buttock bumped the edge of the cabin. She caught herself by grabbing the rigging.

"Ever been raped, Sheena?" Dennis asked matter-of-factly. He rose slowly.

Sheena's eyes widened in total shock. Her mouth opened.

"I don't think so," he immediately answered himself. "I think that, for all these years with those men, it's been you actually doing the raping.

"But we're going to rape you now, Sheena," he told her calmly, "really rape you." He opened the cockpit's hinged compartment and pulled out a length of thick rope. "And on Richard's island we're going to rape you more. But then you know about being raped, don't you, Sheena?" His question was more a statement.

She turned to run but there was nowhere to go. I grabbed her. She fought only a moment; I think she enjoyed the capture. I bent her over the compass and held her arms together. I sampled the firmness of her buttocks with my cockhead. She only struggled a little.

Dennis tied her hands behind her and we laid her on her back across the padded shelf aft of the cockpit. She saw the wide strip of adhesive tape in my hand and wailed in protest as I pressed it across her mouth.

"It's not that there's anyone to hear you," I smiled, "it's just that there's nothing you can say that matters anymore."

Dennis held her down while I spread her legs with my foot. Her eyes stared at my half-inch-diameter frenum ring dangling down from my cock's underside as it approached. My glans split her labia and I worked it inside on juices that excited me with their freshness. I savored her cunt's snugness, playing my tool in short strokes to spread her moisture. Her cervix felt firm and I made longer strokes now, allowing myself to rush toward climax. It felt good.

At the last moment, I pulled clear and let a tiny spurt of precum shoot a milky trail across the top edge of her bush. I stood to experience the aroma and taste of her musk. She smelled strong, sweet, and wonderful. "Try her," I said to Dennis.

Dennis stepped clear of his shorts and moved between her legs. He slipped inside, riding easily on the now-generous moisture. He pushed the T-shirt up her torso to expose her tits; he played with them kneading and pinching the nipples. Beneath the tape, Sheena gasped and I watched her hips swivel up to take his cock more deeply. He clearly enjoyed her and she him.

I took the rope noose I'd anchored to the aftmost cleat. I looped and tightened it around her neck so she couldn't rise. He fucked her slowly while I used ropes to secure her ankles to other cleats that held her legs stretched and spread. I pulled the towel from the tray with the straight razor and soapy water.

Dennis pulled out and we sat down on either side of her. We took turns steering and shaving away her bush. It was the only body hair she'd allow to remain and, to us, no longer served any purpose. Unable to move or see what we did, it was a few moments before she realized what was happening. She squealed and begged indecipherably into the tape for a short time, then fell into silence.

It took us half an hour to shave her smooth. Throughout, both of us felt her tingling with the stimulation of the razor's edge on tender flesh and I knew it excited her. I washed her clean with fresh water and knelt between her legs to sample our job with my lips. She moaned at the contact and I began eating into her softly.

She'd flooded inside and I reached down and inside with my tongue to take and spread the crystal slickness upward over her clit. Sheena's bud stood out hard, more than a quarter-inch in diameter after it swelled to project beyond her hood. I nipped at it and pressed firmly with my tongue to feel her excited heartbeat. She made a wailing gasp and I felt her begin to come.

Dennis felt it too and began nibbling and biting at her toes as they spread and pointed. She screamed over and over into the tape across her mouth now and we continued taking her. For the next hour we kept her at and beyond her gate as we sailed, taking turns eating and playing with her, sampling her depth with eager fingers, delivering countless orgasms, driving our already screaming cocks beyond desperation.

Finally, I released her ankles, then the noose rope. I handed it to Dennis. "Take her below and shoot in her," I instructed. "Just enjoy yourself; don't hold back. We'll have plenty of time and you'll be hard again soon. I'll be down in a minute."

Eagerly, he led her down the ladder. I watched her trembling wildly and saw her musk smeared in long rivulets down the insides of her thighs and over her calves. Moments later, I heard her screaming into the tape again as Dennis took his pleasure. I heard him moan, then gasp. I secured the helm and descended the ladder.

I arrived in the forward cabin just as he rose, kneeling next to her on the bed, smiling, cock drooling and sated. He jerked her to him by the noose rope and used a handful of her long brown hair to wipe himself before tossing her onto her back for me. Breathing heavily, he walked back toward the ladder.

Sheena still vibrated, eyes huge. Dennis had split the T-shirt from its bottom upwards and only a shard remained around her neck. The ruined garment lay tangled about her arms and shoulders, framing pooled breasts quivering with her shuddering breaths. Her generous labia had unfolded wide and her clit beckoned. I slammed my cockhead against her cervix in the first powerful thrust and never eased my intensity until my sperm detonated.

I rode my climax with great relish and, when it had faded, pulled the tape from her mouth and kissed her. Sheena kissed back hungrily and I took her mouth while pinching and using her nipples. She squealed at my brutality but I could tell the cry came from lust, not pain. I shoved her head onto my spent, drooling cock; she ate, swallowing deeply. With a tight fistful of her hair, I guided her head, breathing hard.

"Don't even think of treachery, Sheena," I whispered, head rocked back, eyes closed. "I know you know how men can get after they've had their pleasure. How they can be 'finished' with you. How they can cast you aside. How they can hurt you.
"We can just toss you back into the water now. Or we can hurt you. Or maybe both. Nobody would ever know.

"But we're going to the island, Sheena. Take you and use you. Use you like you've never been used. Use you for a long time.
"Ever been used like that, Sheena?

"There'll be no one but us there and no one knows we have you. No one.

"And we know you NEED to be used so we're going to use you especially well." My mind drifted to thoughts of what we'd planned. At that very moment, she moaned and I felt my cock tingle. I didn't know if it was from her expert throat or my thoughts but I sensed myself filling once more.

Remaining inside her mouth, I pulled back her head to look into her eyes. They seemed to seek mine and know we both possessed The Energy. She pulled back just far enough to slip the pointed tip of her tongue into my frenum ring and tug. I smiled, content we at least shared an understanding of our need.

My cock had nearly douhemorrhage in size. She took it down her throat effortlessly, her body seeming to beg for it. I played her head, allowing myself to harden again. Once again completely erect, I shoved myself deeply enough to cut off her breath, then held her head fast. She took it as long as she could, then began to struggle but never tried to bite or injure. I held her tightly and, when she began to fade, pulled suddenly clear, confirming our mutual knowledge I owned and controlled her now.

She stared at my cock standing inches from her eyes, then looked up at me. Neither of us spoke.

I picked up the container of puree and gave her a long draught of the thick, slimy goo. With her mouth still full, I grabbed her hair again and rammed my cock back down her throat. I withdrew my now-dripping phallus, flung her onto the bed facedown, and lifted her ass to cock-height.

She gasped into the thin mattress and her bound hands gripped the air as my cockhead kissed her rosy portal to slowly force its way inside. I poured a careful dollop of the slippery drink onto my cockshaft, once my glans had passed inside its stretching target. I began stroking.

"This is a very special drink," I told her, now taking her in long, gentle thrusts, pulling her to me by her hip bones. "It's made from fruit and meat and human sperm. It has amazing properties and contains everything your body needs to stay alive." I took my own long drink and let her hear me savoring it.

"It's a narcotic mixture, very sensual," I continued, "and we're all going to enjoy it."

Sheena moaned and, from the sound of it and her relaxing body, I could tell the earlier dose had begun to work.
Sheena's moan lengthened, becoming a constant murmur as her insides opened themselves to me. I picked up a rhythm and intensified my strokes. Moments later, she began to come.

As the release unfolded, I began ramming hard and drove her to scream. Dennis had returned from above and stood watching, stroking himself toward reluctant hardness. I handed him the container. He lubed himself with the drink and his cock began to stiffen.

Once I saw him hard, I nodded for him to take her. I pulled clear and he took over, fucking wildly, rekindling her orgasm and making her scream hard with every impact. We took turns for the next quarter-hour, finally stepping away to allow her to fall shuddering and mindless onto her side.

"Rest now, Sheena," I told her, "it'll be awhile until we reach the island." I tied the noose rope to the steel eye above the bed, leaving enough to allow her to reach the toilet. I poured a generous amount of the drink into an anchored bowl near the bed and closed the door.

"What is--?" Dennis began.

"E‚atu," I replied, "an ancient, secret preparation by South Seas cannibals used for very special rituals." I took a sip from the remnants in the container and offered it to him. He took and savored some.

"It's made from crushed fruit and sacred herbs. After it begins to ferment, drippings from rendered human flesh are added, then the island's warriors constantly mix in their sperm as it ages.

"It's enormously nourishing but also intoxicating and mildly hallucinogenic. You can take it either by mouth or spread it on the skin. It induces a highly stimulated, erotic state. The cannibals feed it to their victims before and during the ritual. They take it themselves."

I looked at him. "It's all any of us will have on the island." I took another taste.

"This is diluted," I continued, "on the island there's more--much stronger. I drink it often. You'll come to like it." I turned my head toward the closed door. "So will Sheena."

We spent the remainder of the day lounging naked in the shade of the sail, watching my island approach. I refilled the container and Dennis sampled his share, using it to stroke himself and reveling in the incredible hardness and sensation it brought to his cock.

I enjoyed the tingle on my nipples as well as rubbing it around my guiche ring and spreading its unbelievable slickness up inside my anus. Both of us brought ourselves close to shooting uncounted times.

The setting sun hid itself behind tufted clouds above the distant horizon as I guided my craft along the tricky passage through the reef. My tiny island stood low, dark, and densely jungled with two gentle hills at the center of its half-mile diameter.

I anchored in the lagoon only thirty yards from an almost indistinguishable small beach of black lava sand. I swam the warm water to retrieve the little outrigger I keep hidden in the tamarisks and paddled back.

Below, we found Sheena groggy, lying on her belly. I saw she'd taken the rest of the E‚atu and, in the head, emptied her body. With her hands bound, she had no way to operate the flush pump. No matter, it was good she was empty.

I untied the noose rope and towed her up the ladder, lowering her to Dennis who waited in the outrigger.

Ashore, I stopped and ripped away the rag that had been the T-shirt. I forced Sheena to her knees and pounded my cock down her throat, holding her by the hair with both fists. Once hard, I gave her to Dennis who did the same.

He tossed her to me and I held her down against the horizontal trunk of a tamarisk tree. I held her body twisted, knees bent, legs behind her, making her beautiful calves and bare feet look statuesque against the dark, soft bed of needles.

"So here we are, Sheena," I told her, "on the island--MY island. There's no one here but us now, Sheena. Just us." She looked at me, then at Dennis who stood a few feet away, watching her and stroking his newly refreshed hardness.

"Know the real reason we brought you here, Sheena? Why we sabotaged your boat and plucked you from the water?" Her eyes grew huge and suddenly fierce but I continued before she could speak. "Just to rape you? Have a little fun with such a beautiful young girl with such a beautiful young body?

"No, Sheena, we know you like being raped. No, it's going to be more than that--much more." I paused. Her eyes fixed upon mine.

"We're going to kill you, Sheena." Her mouth dropped. "Then we're going to eat that pretty body. Cook it in the fire and enjoy it." She squirmed and tried to run. I pushed her down and held her with my bare foot across her throat.

"Do you know what cannibals do, Sheena?" I asked. "I mean what they really do? Ever thought about it?" Her mouth opened in horror. "I mean, what they do BEFORE? Especially, when their victim is so pretty. And they know that nobody--nobody--will ever stop them?"

I stepped down on her throat to keep her silent. "Nobody is going to stop US either. Before we kill you, before we put your body into the fire, we're going to rape you like you've never been raped. Rape you like you DREAM about being raped. And you have those dreams; I know you do.

We're going to torture you--torture you until you begin to love it. And you WILL begin to love it. In your dreams you love it--only here your dreams will become real.

"Soon you'll beg for it, until it's all you crave. Then after we're tired of coming in you--after we're done with you--we'll kill you.

"And you'll love that too.

"That's what happens on my island, Sheena." I grabbed her breast and fondled it. "Your body belongs to us now."

"No--no, please, you can't! I--"

I cut off her voice with my hand around her throat. She tried to wrench away but I drew her to her knees, still holding her by the throat. I slapped her face back and forth hard half-a-dozen times to daze her. Dennis held her head while I stuffed a wad of the T-shirt into her mouth.

"You're going to die, Sheena," I told her, tying a strip tightly about her head to hold in the gag, "but only after we're finished. And the only thing you can do from here on out is let go to it because there's really nothing else."

She came back to her senses struggling to keep up as I pulled her along the darkening jungle's sandy floor by her neck rope.
Night had nearly fallen when we reached the hidden clearing where my f re stood. I opened its woven door and slung her inside to roll heavily onto the matted floor.

I lit a candle and opened the trunk containing what we'd need for this night. I took out a large skin bag.

"Get her up and get the gag off," I ordered.

Dennis saw what I wanted. Pulling her to her knees, he removed the gag and jerked her head back by the hair and held it.
I squeezed the bag and sampled some of the E‚atu it held. Pungent and strong, it sent electricity through my tongue, then coated my throat with delightful flavor and sensation. I took a few gulps then handed it to Dennis. "Don't take too much," I cautioned.

He returned the bag and I opened Sheena's mouth. At first, she drank eagerly but the powerful essences gripped her body, warning of the danger. She tried to escape but Dennis held her head back brutally and I squeezed nearly a liter down her slender, delicate throat, watching its muscles struggle and quiver in the candlelight.

"Over there," I told him, nodding to the leather sling hanging in the room's corner.

Sheena's toes dragged as we carried her to the suspended straps and deposited her facedown. Dennis lifted her legs and spread them so I could shove the bag's rounded phallic spout into her anus. I squeezed nearly another half-liter into her bowel. She came back to life with a scream as the fire detonated within.

She writhed and flailed in half-convulsion, wrestling violently with Dennis. He rolled her over and held her head while I stuffed the gag back into her mouth. The E‚atu took hold quickly taking her into an almost trancelike state.

"Get her tied in," I told him, "squeeze the rest inside her cunt, then enjoy her awhile. I've got work to do."

Outside, I removed the tarp from the fire pit and lit the kindling in the bottom. The aged, dried wood crackled a welcome to the growing flames and I took a burning stick back inside the f re to light the small fire I'd laid in the stone fixture near the sling.

Sheena lay tied there now, Dennis fucking her ass in long, easy strokes. She shuddered with the building waves of intensity from the drug. I felt it too and blood surged to my cock.

I stood behind her head as it hung upside down over the sling's edge. I lifted it by the hair and laid it against my belly. I let my cockhead push against the back of her neck and enjoyed the sensation of her long hair flowing over it and along my shaft.
"See the fire?" I asked, nodding through the open window, toward the flaring pit. "It belongs to you." She looked confused, then saw the needle in my hand and felt me take hold of a breast. Her eyes widened in horror. She tried to scream into the gag that only reflected her terror back inward.

I centered the three-inch-long needle against the side of her nipple. "We're going to give you everything you need--and more." She shrieked as the sharp tip penetrated the sensitive flesh; Dennis gasped at the sudden clench of her body around his cock. "Torture you, drive you to that very insanity you know your soul craves." The tip emerged and I slowly drove it further to center the shiny shaft.

I picked up a burning stick. "In the end, after we kill you," I told her, watching the tiny flame's reflection twinkle in her terrified eyes, "your flesh goes into that fire--YOUR fire--before we feast on it." I held the stick's flickering yellow tongue beneath the needle and watched the metal glow a dull orange and spread toward her bud. She shrieked and shrieked; her toes pointed and I think she came.

"Think about it, Sheena," I whispered, tickling the flame around the base of her breast, "we all know you're going to die now. No going back." With a cautious fingertip, Dennis played with the needle and she gasped.

"Do you know what it's like looking at you, so beautiful and so helpless, and knowing without a doubt that the very flesh that's about to give me so much pleasure will also nourish my body?" I stroked her thighs, gripping and sampling the firm muscles; it made my mouth water and a large droplet of saliva rolled from its corner and onto her belly. I touched the tip of the burning stick to the wetness, making it sizzle and Sheena twist and gasp. "And since we have to kill you first, there's absolutely no reason not to unleash our most insane fantasies?

"Put yourself in our place. Think of the freedom, the release." I took a second needle and grabbed her other breast. I began to pierce. She screamed.

"But you can have that same freedom, Sheena. Think about that." I worked the needle through slowly. "You don't have to choose to feel these sensations as pain." She gasped and, suddenly, came with a convulsive explosion.

"That's right," I soothed, "it's inside of you, part of you, what drives you--it always has. It's why we chose you. Now, we're going to turn it loose for you, let it run wild with you. All you have to do is surrender to it.

"You're lucky, Sheena," I continued, "a chance like this only comes once and most people never experience it." I heated the second needle and ripples of energy washed up her tight torso from Dennis' strokes. "Will you be strong enough--brave enough--to face it?"

Dennis fucked more quickly now, his orgasm rising. I gave him the flaming stick and he drew it along the underside of her calf then watched the orange flames trickle in fleeting peeks between her toes. I grabbed both needles and twisted while he thrashed his hips in wild abandon.

Sheena came and came. I ripped away the gag and shoved my cock down her throat.

Dennis and I pounded her mercilessly with him torturing her nipples and me playing flames along her underarms and sides. Her hands, wrists tied securely to the sling's suspension chains, clawed and flailed.

I rammed myself deep, cutting off her wind and making her body writhe in contorted desperation. Dennis howled with his release, sending generous gushes of cum into her bowel, tugging hard at the needles to make her body draw his seed. I pulled back to give her an agonizingly tiny breath, then no more. Her body arched, held stiffly, then suddenly collapsed.

She came to on the floor where we'd thrown her. I'd faced her wrists together over her head and sat next to her coating her forearms with turns of rope to beyond her elbows to hold them straight and tight. Leaning against a wooden pillar, Dennis sat watching, unused to the intensity of the E‚atu. He squeezed some from the bag onto his cock and stroked it, gasping at the sensation and amazed how it seemed to stiffen him.

Sheena became once more conscious of the needles through her nipples and sobbed at the pain. I watched her eyes and picked up the roll of fine steel wire.

She saw me unroll a foot or so then fold it in half. I grabbed her breast and carefully threaded the folded end through the needle's eye. "No--aaAAA!" she shrieked as I pulled the needle the rest of the way through her nipple and drew the wire through behind. I slipped one of the strands through the hole and removed the needle. Splicing the fine wire's ends together made a delicate loop through her nipple; I put my finger through it and tested the strength of the tough nipple tissue. She shrieked again.

I kissed her while playing the newly installed loop in tiny circles. Her mouth yielded and her body shuddered. I wanted to come inside her again.

I repeated the process on her other breast. Once done, I could resist no more and lay atop her on the floor, fucking her cunt and kissing her while rubbing my chest against hers. It didn't take her long to come and her legs gripped my sides. I loved her power.

I tugged her up by the long tether on her wrist and she struggled to follow on drunken feet.

"You--you're not...you're not really going to..." I heard her trying to say in a dull voice as I tossed the rope over the fare's horizontal roof pole.

I stopped and listened, putting my face close to hers.

"...to...kill--"

I nodded to the human ribcage standing in the room's dark corner and quickly pulled the rope tight to support her. Her head flung back with the pain in her wrists, then dropped forward again to let her eyes fall upon the dimly lit skull beneath the yellowed bones. Jaw wide, it had beautiful, perfect white teeth and lay on its side, nested in a large pile of filthy blond hair whose roots still clung to the peeling, rotting scalp. At the sight, Sheena's mouth opened to scream and I kissed her, pressing my chest to hers once more to crush the wires. Her body convulsed.

"Not for awhile," I whispered in her ear.

Dennis helped me tie ropes around her ankles and we spread her legs wide with them, anchoring them to stakes in the floor. Soon we had her suspended in an inverted "y," toe tips agonizing inches from the floor and body like a taut guitar string with her arms overhead, legs open, and holes at perfect cock-height.

I let Dennis test her, standing there, playing his half-hard cock back to life in her pussy. She gasped as my rigid tool slid up and inside her ass. We fucked her together, feeling each other's cocks through the tissue. She seemed to try to resist her own arousal but failed, coming again after a time, then letting go to it.

We intensified our taking, with Dennis alternating torturing her nipples with their new wires and ravaging her throat with his teeth. I leaned back, pounding her ass brutally, watching her toes point and wriggle as her voice grew more and more animal.
We took her to that level and kept her there for a long time. Sheena just growled and moaned, falling deeply inside herself.
She gasped at our suddenly leaving her. Her eyes opened and she searched only a heartbeat before my lash wrapped her body. We whipped her to mindlessness with a four-foot whip and a many-fingered leather flogger. Our strokes to her cunt and clit electrified her to a long shrieking climax that we heightened with blows to her pierced nipples. When it seemed she was about to lose consciousness, we attacked her holes again.

The excited, whip-heated, blood-laced flesh felt wonderful on our bodies and the sudden penetration drove her to new heights. Only air hissed from Sheena's lungs now; her eyes rolled back and she lost herself. We took her another quarter hour until she fell unconscious. We left her and Dennis followed me to stand next to the fire pit.

"Sometime tomorrow," I said, staring down, gauging the developing bed of coals. I turned to him. "It's going to be you with the knife. Will you be ready?" Dennis nodded slowly, enjoying the searing heat on his flesh and looking at the shiny musk coating his half-filled cock.

"She's doing well," I complimented, though she couldn't hear. "Strong. I'm enjoying her." Dennis remained silent.

Something strange--a wild feeling--struck me. "Let's get her," I said, "I need to shoot in her!"

Dennis chased me back inside and watched me cut her down and slice away all the ropes. She dropped into a pile and I grabbed her by the hair and pulled her onto rubber legs. She tried desperately to keep up with Dennis right behind.

I hastened to the clearing's edge where, near the stream that bubhemorrhage by, waited a very ancient lava stone. Cylindrical and its flat top surface worn smooth, nearly polished, it had stood for centuries--long before I been shown this place.

Around it, four poles rose high into the darkness, each topped by a skull, weathered chalk-white by the years.

I threw her facedown upon the surface, letting her eyes and nose discover the deep, dark brown coating of blood left to dry for times uncounted. I thrust my cock inside her ass and pounded, holding her thighs above the stone's edge.

"This is where it will end for you, Sheena," I told her, "where your soul joins ours.

"Feel the stone. Love it," I told her, "It has waited for you all your life, Sheena, and now you have come." I rolled her over and slipped inside her cunt. I slammed my cock, stretching my large hands around her slender waist to lift her torso and draw it onto my sex as it impaled her.

She cried out and her eyes searched until they found mine. I felt The Energy surge, then her bare feet and calves as they seized, then again wrapped my body. Our eyes locked and I took her as never before. She moaned and the moan became a low, feral growl that intensified; I felt her cunt grip my impassioned tool and she began to come.

I drove her through her screaming explosion, then rode her atop the broad plateau that followed, both of us lost in one another. Her cunt wide, my cock now pulled completely clear with every frenetic thrust, allowing her gushing moisture to splatter my thighs noisily with each successive impact.

I felt my orgasm rising and abandoned myself to it. I began to moan as I felt my gate open and my soul soar mindlessly beyond the point of no return. I heard the scream from my very roots, joining hers as my sperm detonated within her belly. We flew as one for an infinite instant, eyes still fixed inside one another's, bodies singing.

It faded slowly and I found myself lying atop her on the stone, sharing passionate kisses as the sensations drifted.

I rose from her slowly and saw her eyes, distant, yet still focused inside me. Her hands, free and at her sides, found the wires that pierced her buds. She twisted them herself and we watched the waves of sensation shudder through her body. Sheena came again and again.

Dennis looked on in awe, glancing to see me watching her as I enjoyed the feel of my deliciously spent cock in my hand.
"She's ready," I told him.

We tied her hands behind her, then carried her back into the f re to drop onto the sling. Dennis' cock had recovered somewhat so he pleasured himself by throat-fucking her while he watched me fetch the supplies.

Onto her belly, I laid a slab of steel about six inches square and a quarter inch thick. In it was drilled a series of holes, through the largest of which I'd tied a sturdy rope.

"Lift her head now," I told Dennis, "she needs to see this."

Dennis held her up by the hair to let her see me stand the block edgewise between her tits. Gripping a wire through a nipple, I stretched a breast away from her body, ignoring her screams. Sheena screamed louder when she saw the glint of the firelight on the first of the long metal skewers.

"Hold it out," I instructed, handing Dennis the wire. He got the idea right away.

At the side of one breast, I pushed the sharp tip of the first skewer into the tight flesh at its base and worked it across her chest. The bloody tip emerged in the cleavage and I guided it through one of the block's holes. Dennis took the other nipple wire and steadied her remaining breast as I continued pushing. The needle-like tip slid into more supple tissue.

"Can't really eat the tits," I said above her wailing, "but they're magic, just the same."

We worked until I had a sturdy pattern of five high-strength steel skewers through one breast, through the block, then continuing through the other. Copious blood dripped but I knew it would slow, then stop. I had Dennis give her a drink of water, then force down another pint of E‚atu. I let some drip on her wounds, since it works well to stop bleeding. Then we had some ourselves.

I lifted and carried her to where I'd placed a wooden bench on the floor. I stood her on it and listened to her beg as she realized what I was doing. I tossed the rope across the overhead pole. But her words had grown incoherent with the effects of the drug; the only way she could now communicate was with her eyes and, beneath their pleas, I could feel them hungry for more.

I tightened the rope and held it while Dennis kicked away the bench. She dropped and swung, shrieking, desperate, spinning, hanging by tortured titflesh, grasping toes mere inches from the floor while I adjusted her again to cock height.

I lubed myself with E‚atu to restore my hardness while Dennis whipped her as she dangled by anguished tits. Her weight leaned her backward, making her shaven, swollen labia especially inviting. I saw my cum running down her thighs and it made me tingle and grow erect faster.

Dennis stepped between her legs and began fucking her, supporting her by cupping her buttocks. It took precious strain from her tits, allowing her to concentrate on the cock inside her belly.

I let him work on her a long time until she began coming again. As she reached her gate, I took hold of the wires through her nipples and tugged. It drove her to a near supernova explosion and Dennis gasped as her cunt muscles seized him.

I took over, fucking her with a method practiced for years, leaning back and using the wires to manipulate her suspended body to where it pleasured me most. Sheena came again, then another time, then another.

I felt myself getting close. "Get inside her ass!" I told him.

He swung her back and my cock felt his fill her. We fucked her together again, bringing her back close to climax and keeping her just short of it. I rode my orgasm's delicious edge, playing her like an instrument, tuning, touching, tickling her with agony to where now her proximity to explosion became a new torture.

She moaned with animal sounds and her toes dug slowly and agonizingly at empty air. Finally she gasped, "p-please...please...pleeease...!"

We continued and I slowed, pulling clear and stepping back. I knelt and sampled her clit with my tongue, touching it as lightly as I could, tracing its heartbeaten hardness up underneath her swollen hood. Dennis continued fucking from behind. She squealed, horribly closer yet to sweet detonation.

I showed her the large curved sail needle I held and the long, shiny length of fine steel wire threaded through its eye.
"Please...?" she begged in the softest whisper. I smiled and her head fell back. Dennis shoved himself to his balls in her and pulled her body down by holding her hipbones.

I touched the needle's sharp tip to the base of her clit. Her whole body shuddered and began trembling. I heard Dennis gasp and begin a long, deep moan as his orgasm approached.

In a slow, positive move, I pushed the needle upward into the base of her clit. The shriek was ear-shattering. Sheena came more intensely than ever, feet flailing, Dennis screaming. I pushed the needle further, lifting her hood to allow the tip to emerge from the dark pink bud and curve back out.

Sheena's voice failed; now all she could do was gasp hoarsely as her entire body convulsed with an orgasm that wouldn't end. I pulled the needle through, drawing the long, blood-drenched wire behind. Her head whipped from side to side, sweat-soaked hair lashing Dennis' face.

He came with his own animal howl, hips suddenly smashing her buttocks in mindless abandon. I stood, burying my cock to its hilt in her. She tried to scream but couldn't, still lost in utter release. Quickly, I tied the clit wire to the two around her nipples, tightened, and yanked.

Dennis fell away, collapsing onto the floor behind her. Sheena's hips swung to mine and I sank more deeply. The wounds through her tits hemorrhage freely where the skewers ripped the flesh. Blood ran down her sides and covered her belly slickening it where mine trapped the wires between. I drooled some more E‚atu over the rent skin and shot more down her throat. I gulped some and tossed the bag onto the nearby table.

I grabbed a fistful of hair to bring her face close. Mouth wide, mind and body aflame, her eyes radiated energy.

"Just you and me, now," I told her in a low voice, savaging her soft throat with my teeth as I spoke, crushing the wires and feeling her torso heave.

"Going to go somewhere together. Going to show you what tomorrow will bring when those coals are ready for you."

I raped her mouth with mine and hers raped back. I felt her calves wrap my thighs and her cunt grasp my tool. I freed her hair and let her head fall back. I began to fuck.

The renewed dose of E‚atu gripped quickly, relaxing and invigorating me; I knew my cock could stay hard all night. I leaned back, holding the apex of the y-shaped wires with one hand and a fat, brightly burning stick in the other, I picked up a rhythm I slowly sped and intensified. Soon my eyes closed and my head dropped back. We both began to moan. I tortured with tugs and twists and fire. The shockwaves rippled up her torso as my pounding grew wilder and more powerful.

I felt her fall inside her mind and I met her there. The Energy began flowing freely with my cock its resistanceless conduit. Her hoarse moan grew to a low, animal wail, punctuated by my thudding hips. My voice joined hers and we sang a long, low song of minds released and souls unchained.

I don't know how long it went on, perhaps an hour, perhaps more. It was our screams that brought me back to consciousness; I'd felt her soul craving my cum and would now give it lovingly. I allowed the surges to rise, opening my eyes to enjoy the beauty of her liberated flesh.

I knew she felt it. She raised her head and met my eyes. I pulled slowly and hard on the wires connecting nipples and skewered clit. Her mouth fell wide in ecstatic abandon and I pulled harder, fucking in long, deep thrusts as my sperm pressed its gate. She smiled the mindless smile of one whose soul has touched the infinite.

I came with an explosive scream and gushing splash as my jism flooded her belly. I screamed again and again, accompanying each of my body's wild contractions, driving each successive jet deep and hot.

I faded slowly, riding the frictionless pleasure. Our eyes remained locked and we drifted down together. Her head rolled to the side as I finally stepped back to let her swing slowly. I sat down on the floor, breathing hard, leaning against one of the f re's vertical poles.

Dennis slept where he'd fallen, spent and limp and satisfied. I closed my eyes a while, allowing my body and soul to recover. This one possessed The Energy strongly.

I lowered her to the floor. She lay trembling, twitching as I pulled out the skewers and poured more E‚atu on the oozing wounds.

Dennis stirred and I summoned him to help. We untied her wrists and carried her to the f re's wall where I had him help me sit her on the small table there. We spread her arms and tied her wrists to the horizontal pole that ran behind her shoulders. I made many turns, holding her arms securely. Then I tied each ankle up against a wrist just as securely, opening her body wide.

Dennis looked at me, wondering what I'd done. He saw when I pulled away the table, listening to her gasp as the weight of her hanging body tugged against her bound limbs.

Her holes, now perfectly placed and totally accessible, invited. I had Dennis shoot more E‚atu into her ass and cunt while I stood nibbling and biting her toes. Again, I fondled and sampled the supple flesh of calf and thigh and buttock that tomorrow's coals would soften. I tightened the wires connecting nipples and clit and we sat down to rest and recharge. Sheena moaned as her pounding heart tugged in tiny pulses at the taut, unyielding wires, driving her body into a new series of self-detonating climaxes.

We spent the next few hours sipping E‚atu and stroking ourselves, getting hard and enjoying her body as we pleased while the one not inside would play flame and blade over flesh to excite and enhance her taking. We whipped her sex and underside to make the labia swell huge and the bloodied clit enormous. Heating and playing with the wire through her clit, we launched her into long, intense orgasms, fucking her holes and torturing nipples while all three shared long doses of poppers.
We napped, leaving her there. I awoke at the glow of false dawn, feeling my cock ready, aroused even more by the sight of her hanging unconscious with her head fallen forward and the tangles of her long hair fallen down to cover her throbbing holes.

Her body looked exquisite, marked and streaked from flame and whip and blade. I walked to her, cock hard, hungry, and swaying with every step. I swept aside the hair, taking hold to lift her head. I guided my cock into her warm, welcoming sex, gripping and massaging her bare foot, enjoying the cool softness of the toes between my fingers. Her eyes opened wearily.
Sheena's face, dirty and bruised, radiated beauty. I kissed her, pressing cock and body hard, trying to blend with her. I felt the passion still alive, burning and simmering within. She kissed back and we shared each other that way a long time.

I felt my orgasm rise and leaned back just enough to look into her eyes. I came silently, deeply, the warm sperm flowing to her very soul. She felt it and our lips met.

I leaned forward again, sharing myself, feeling her mysterious suppleness around my fading shaft as I moved my hips, running my hands slowly from buttocks along thighs and calves in soft caress, loving and savoring this soul and this flesh in a way only one who knows he will consume it utterly can truly understand. On the dark, distant reef, we both felt a powerful wave explode with a low thunder.

I walked outside and tossed more logs into the maturing fire. Dennis rose and helped me. He looked at her, confused, then found more wood.

Twilight began. I cut the wire through her clit and removed it, then pulled her down. I gave her water and laid her next to Dennis, totally free. I let him take her while I went to sit on a grassy, east-facing mound to watch the early light begin filling the sky.

I returned to tie her ankles and wrists together behind her. We shot more E‚atu down her throat and into her bowel.
High above the fire pit, I have a strong horizontal pole and we hung her from it, dangling her about five or six feet above the coals. We lay down to rest, enjoying the sight of her beginning to sweat and watching the stronger drugs in the new potion begin taking effect.

The heat would dehydrate her and drive the belly- and gut-full of E‚atu into her tissues and muscles, carrying along its taste, its effects, and its tenderizing qualities. We fell asleep again, cocks weary but still not sated. We'd save ourselves for later.

The warm sun woke us and we rolled over, cocks once more hard and ready, to see her waiting. I summoned Dennis. He helped me pull her down and we tossed her, completely free again, onto the sleeping mat I'd rolled out next to the fire. Dennis held her while I squeezed fresh E‚atu into her holes and throat.

She glowed with the aroma and feel of the pungent spermy goo.

We started her last day alive by passing her back and forth, brutally, carelessly fucking her throat to get ourselves hard, knowing that soon we'd be cleaning her carcass. Her mind addled by the heat and drugs, we tossed her about like a limp doll and she didn't resist. We raped her at the fire's edge, handling her brutally, fucking her first together, then taking turns while the other worked on the final preparations to use her body more violently than ever.

She'd grown weak, her voice a mere whisper now. She begged for water and we gave it to her. Then I gagged her and tied her hand and foot to let her watch as I opened the second trunk.

It contained the tools and cutlery we'd need to clean and prepare her body for the fire. She saw me set everything up next to the stone. The coals would be ready by day's end.

Dennis couldn't control himself and needed to rape her once more. He dragged her to the stone, tossing her onto it facedown and rammed her ass. He pulled her head back by the hair so she could see me bring the stakes with the decaying heads of the last two women I'd brought here. One, a pretty Polynesian girl in her late teens, was almost recognizable with her long, deep-brown hair that stretched almost to the ground. Sheena squealed as she watched me choose a new stake and sharpen its ends with the machete. I pushed it into the sand at the end of the stone.

We took her with us into the jungle, towing her by her neck noose, hands and arms tied behind her back. We'd put on cockrings to keep ourselves hard and, as we walked, took turns throwing her down and raping her whenever and how our mood dictated: in the grass, over a log, against a tree. We reached where we collected baskets of huge, fleshy leaves and wild fruit to prepare for the feast. We washed her body in the nearby stream and raped her a little more on the cool grassy mound where the spring that fed it bubhemorrhage from the ground.

As I knew would happen, the wires through her nipples now triggered delicious agony that turned to mindlessness as we entered her. We hung her by the neck and let her struggle to stand on two little stumps about three feet apart. It spread her legs uncomfortably but was the only way she could avoid strangling.

I showed her the new needle I held. Through the eye ran several feet of strong black thread with a knot tied every few inches. Dennis entered her from behind and lifted her by her thighs, holding them wide for me. She screamed and flailed as I drove the needle through her huge-swollen clit, then pulled the first, then the second knot behind.

I cut off the needle and we sandwiched her, raping both her holes as we pulled the neck rope tighter. She started coming and I pulled through another knot; her shriek detonated through the jungle. She came and came; we raped, letting her hang as we took turns twisting and pulling the wires and thread while her suffocating body slowly lost consciousness, only to be allowed to recover for a few seconds before a new cycle began.

Back at the hut, we dragged her to the small table we'd placed in the middle of the four trees encircling a sandy spot near the f re. We tossed her onto it and tied her spread-eagled on her back with the ropes we'd strung to the tree trunks. We stretched her out nicely, then I jerked away the table.

She only fell inches, screaming and gasping into her gag with the agony of her tormented limbs. Dennis removed it and shoved his huge cock down her throat while I kneaded her swollen, punctured breasts with vicious fingers. He moaned with her neck's contractions as I stretched her nipples upward with the wires while torturing her tits with a burning stick and fucking her ass. Her clit had swollen to more than half an inch in diameter and I played with the string still threaded through it. She screamed some more.

The titflesh had purpled somewhat but I knew the sensitivity still remained. Her dark-tanned areolae had survived well--as I'd planned. Dennis blocked her windpipe with his cock until she lost conscious, then pulled out to let her breathe, then repeated.

I switched from ass to cunt and pounded hard, dragging some of the knotted string inside with my cock. I pulled my cock upward to slam her g-spot. She came again and I enjoyed watching her fingers and toes spread and grasp while her body twisted with amazing strength. I reached behind me with my long, smoldering stick, tickling her toes with its rich red spark and drove her orgasm higher.

She began drifting down and I switched back to her ass, triggering her anew. I ran my smoking stick along her sides, leaving new black trails beside the reddened burns from last night's adventures. I smiled at the lean, meaty ribs revealed by the ropes' tautness and traced their outlines in little touches. I took hold of her hard, rounded buttocks and squeezed hard, pulling her hips to mine and straining to keep from shooting.

We fucked her in unison, driving our cocks toward her middle from both ends. We picked up a rhythm, and she joined its harmony, mind now soaring inside itself. After perhaps a half-hour, we decided to allow ourselves to climax.

I came with a satisfied gasp, splashing the first gush into her cunt, then switching to her ass to finish. Dennis stroked in long, deep thrusts, ignoring her struggles to breathe as he approached his release. He shot with an animal howl and held himself to his hilt a long time, letting his cum spew and moving his hips in tiny jerks. We saw she'd lost consciousness and backed away.

We left her there while we arranged the leaves and peeled the fruit. It took an hour or more. We'd cook her whole, in the native style, covering the bed of coals with a thick blanket of leaves, then covering her fruit-filled torso with more before burying it to bake. Steamed underground for more than day in the leaves' aromatic vapors, she'd be tender and ready.

Dennis helped me prepare the potion. An ancient recipe, it contained strong drugs made from extracts of sacred plants and fungi. In keeping with tradition, we brewed and purified it over a fire I built beneath her suspended body. We made more than a quart of the clear liquid and would fill her belly and bowel with it just before we killed her. It would blend with our cum and the remnants of E‚atu as she baked, making a potent gravy to spice the meat in wondrous ways.

The ancients did this during long celebrations, feasting on their initial victims, then allowing their minds to soar with the powerful mixture as they enjoyed the still-living flesh of the next ones destined for the coals.

But, too, it is good to fuel just the mind alone and especially so when someone experiences this kind of taking for the first time as Dennis would. The following days would enable him to bathe in and understand the Energy we'd unlocked from Sheena.

Under the influence of the E‚atu and with the sight of her suspended there for us, our cocks recovered quickly. Dennis and I returned to her and swapped ends, with me fucking her throat while he alternated between ass and cunt. She'd hung half-conscious but our sudden taking roused her and her body struggled anew. I waited until Dennis made her start coming again before I began driving the eighth-inch-diameter skewers through her tits.

L-shaped and nearly two feet long, I used three for each breast, using their short six-inch sections to pierce the soft flesh just beneath the areola's edge. I drove them through from the bottom upward, spacing them equally, keeping them parallel to her torso so they ran just beneath the dark, sensitive islands, emerging once more at the top edges. I let their long ends fall sideways. Her throat gripped my tool as the shiny steel shafts bounced against the sides of her torso.

I pulled from her mouth and put the noose back around her neck to support her head so she could watch what happened next.

Sheena had pretty feet with delicate toes and I particularly enjoy that. Dennis still pounded her holes while I took hold of a bare foot and showed her the needle.

"Some say the tastiest part is the foot--especially the soft arch," I told her, hearing her squeal as I began making deep pricks in her second toe with the needle. "I like the toes too, Sheena, it's all a real favorite with me." I worked down to her arch and drove the needle into it. "I'm going to enjoy these beautiful feet. But first they have to be tenderized and prepared correctly." I nodded to the two fires I'd built in front of a T-shaped cross several feet away.

Her feet bloodied as I worked and Dennis' cock and the fiery stick he wielded drove her to agony, then an explosive orgasm, followed by a long, trance-like state where only strange sounds issued from her throat. It took me about fifteen minutes to prepare her toes and arches properly and, by then, she'd drifted into mindlessness.

We cut her down and carried her to the T-shaped cross. She regained some of her senses as we lashed her arms along the horizontal bar with enough turns of rope to keep her from making even the slightest movement. Her pleas for mercy came out as weak gasps as I tied her legs just below the knees to the pair of two-foot-high stakes pounded angled into the ground a couple of feet in front of her. Beneath each burned a small fire.

It put her bare feet right above the flames of the twin fires and she started screaming from the heat. I let her wail for a short time, then put the heavy metal bowls onto the flames. Each contained a special sauce I'd prepared and it immersed her feet. She sighed with relief.

But the mixture would heat quickly. The sauce would penetrate each foot and precook the meat before we put her in the fire. It would make my treat even more delectable, once she was finally ready for us.

Her body with its legs spread and now leaning backward about thirty degrees, invited. I stepped between her legs and sampled her cunt, enjoying the pleasant angle and how it made stroking her g-spot so easy. I brought her to climax yet again and played it, torturing her skewered tits by manipulating the steel shafts like handles.

Dennis had followed my directions well. A chain suddenly dropped from above, between Sheena and me, to which Dennis attached a shallow metal pan. The pan hung horizontally in front of Sheena's belly and Dennis dropped the firewood into it. He lit it and the dry kindling crackled. I took the skewers through her nipples and tied each trio into a little bundle with the wires through the buds. I swung them into the fire. The heat began moving up the shafts.

"Ever imagined what it's like to be cooked alive? To actually watch your flesh bake, then see someone eat it?"

"No--!" she managed in a horrified whisper.

The heat had worked its way to her nipples.

"Aaaugh!" she gasped. She began trembling. Her cunt tensed around my cock. I enjoyed her a moment longer, then stepped back. I tugged my frenum ring and winced with sudden pleasure at the tiny spurt of precum it stimulated. Steam had begun rising from the sauce around her feet.

I sat back and took a hit of poppers while Dennis stepped in and began fucking her. I watched her back arch and her mouth fall open. I stroked my cock and toyed with my nipple ring. Dennis moaned with satisfaction.

He increased his tempo. We both smelled the scent of cooking flesh. Sheena began coming once more.

I poured a generous helping of poppers onto a rag and grabbed a flaming torch from the fire. I held the rag over her nose and mouth while playing the flames under her ass. She screamed and screamed as the wild ecstasy took her. The poppers launched her into her mind. Dennis fucked faster and harder. The sauce had begun bubbling and Sheena's toes pointed in it. I drew the torch up her backside.

Her orgasm continued and continued. Dennis slammed his hips into her, going insane with lust; wetness gushed from her, soaking both their thighs and making sharp slapping sounds as his flesh impacted hers. I stuffed the popper rag into her mouth and stepped back to stroke myself. Mind gone, she drew her air through her mouth, taking the popper rush on her own now and losing herself in it.

I took over for Dennis, reveling in her slippery, lust-loosened cunt. I rammed hard, drawing the back of my cockhead against her g-spot, making her come anew. A couple of the tit-skewers sizzled now, little bubbles of grease from her flesh boiled where their shiny round shafts emerged from the top edge of her areola. It smelled wonderful.

Sheena's head had fallen back and sideways, her hair bouncing limply from the impacts of my body into hers. Her eyes half-lidded, her throat made a long, low moan now, punctuated by each collision of my hips against hers. The knotted thread through her clit tangled around my cock and balls, every once in awhile jerking and tugging as I thrashed inside her. She'd quake and cry out with the sudden flash; I fucked her like that for nearly half an hour.

Dennis took over again, pounded her for awhile, then we both sat back to watch her; it took us a long time to catch our breath. We tended the fires and made sure all was ready. The sun had moved into the western sky when we laid down for a rest.

I brought her around with slaps to her face and splashes of water. Her head rolled to face me with dulled eyes.

"Water?" she begged with a hoarse croak.

Dennis brought the potion. "We need to fill your belly with this," I said. I held her chin and poured the thick, clear liquid into her mouth. She swallowed, coughing and struggling to take it. Her body heaved but kept it down. Some drooled down from the corners of her mouth and, when it touched some fresh wounds, she gasped at the burn it brought.

I licked some from her skin and stepped between her legs. "It's nearly time," I told her softly, showing her the large carving knife I held. I slipped inside her with a quick move. She noticed the suspended fire had vanished and we'd removed the cooking skewers through her tits.

Sheena's bare feet hung in mid-air; she saw we'd taken away the little fires too.

I played the tip of the knife around her sweat-drenched belly, making little cuts and enjoying the reactive shudders of her firm abdominal muscles. "Fire's almost ready. Going to kill you now. Doesn't matter what we do now." I rested the blade's point at the top of her belly and slid it slowly and deeply into the flesh, feeling it meet and part the firm muscle below. She squealed softly. "We're starving," I continued, "so I think we're going to have a little of you right now, before we slip you into the coals." Blood from the new cuts spread over her wet skin and drooled down to roll onto my cock as it moved into and out of her cunt.

I used the blade to poke and sample the muscles of her upper arms beneath the turns of rope holding them to the horizontal pole. The best meat--especially on women--is below the waist but the upper arm can be a tender treat. She squealed again as the knife parted the flesh. She didn't look but her body tensed.

I held her by the hair and turned her face to mine. "Maybe we'll try that tongue of yours," I told her, "nothing like it." I raped her mouth, feeling her tongue allow mine to lead it as a dancer leads his partner. I seized it with my teeth and gripped as if I might bite it off; she let go to me.

Sheena gasped as Dennis swept the torch across the underside of her buttocks. Even as used and beaten as it was, I felt her cunt grip my tool and I smiled. I leaned back, allowing my stiffness to pull my cockhead against her g-spot as I stroked. She breathed deeply, panting now.

I swept my eyes over her. Her feet had precooked well, the skin nicely darkened; her toes had taken the tasty sauce. I'd removed the skewers behind her nipples. They'd browned and looked like rare steaks. The lowered sun filtered through the trees and glared across her eyes as the afternoon breeze tickled the trees.

The combination of my fucking and Dennis' fire torture brought her to the edge of another climax and I gradually worked her into it. Her head fell back and she made wild, gargling noises as Dennis played the flames along the backs of her thighs and calves.

I fucked her slowly. "No, I think we'll try these," I said taking hold of a breast with one hand and squeezing it to stretch the skin where the browned areola met the uncooked flesh. She drew her head up and didn't wince as Dennis took the torch and allowed its flame to roast the browned flesh just a little more. I continued stroking. The flesh sizzled and the unique aroma of cooking meat found our noses. My mouth watered and she smiled, fascinated. Her mouth dropped open as I took hold of the thin steel wire still threaded through the nipple.

I pulled slowly and watched it slice through the fire-softened bud like cheese to bounce free in my fingers. "Just right," I smiled. I used the razor sharp serrated carving knife to begin cutting away the cooked areola from the soft, tanned skin of her breast. It sliced cleanly, bloodlessly. She laughed from her very roots; her cunt gripped me lustily and I felt her hips strain to pull my cock deeper.

I finished, holding the three-inch diameter disk of heat-tenderized flesh before her eyes. I sampled it and it was good. I offered her some and, weakly, she took it, consuming her own body. It nearly made me come. I held her head and kissed her deeply.

I ate it slowly, savoring the fire-flavored morsel, watching her eyes upon me. I kissed her again, amazed by her sudden strength and passion.

I let Dennis have her, handing him the knife.

He impaled her on his cock and sliced away the areola, holding it to dangle by the wire through the nipple. He hesitated, studying it, waiting. He opened his mouth, but stopped and looked some more.

"Go on!" Sheena insisted in a harsh whisper. Her eyes penetrated. My mouth fell wide. "Or give it--give it to me," she said.
Almost sheepishly, he guided the flesh to her waiting mouth. Sheena took it greedily, consuming it--consuming herself--in a mindless frenzy. Dennis gasped as her body gripped him.

"Now fuck me!" she demanded, trying to swivel her hips. "Put your cum in me!"

Dennis began pounding. I could no longer resist and began kissing her, holding her by the hair and loving her ferally. Our mouths shared the taste of her flesh.

I took the knife from Dennis and made tiny stabs over her torso, delighting her with her own destruction. I found the thread through her clit and drew through several knots in a slow, steady move. It made her squeal with lusty release and Dennis shuddered.

"Shoot in her this final time," I told him, "I need her on the stone."

"Yes," Sheena gasped, "shoot, shoot." I gnawed at her soft, rope-burned throat and tugged at the knotted cord, my own cock desperate to be inside her one last time.

Dennis moaned and his head fell back; his climax seemed to take forever to emerge.

With a sudden cry, he tensed and shot. Sheena gasped, feeling the warm jit spread within. He backed away, eyes wide and ashamed.

Quickly, I cut the bonds on her legs. "Hold her," I ordered. Dennis grabbed her legs.

I cut the ropes on her arms and we carried her to the stone.

I took her and threw her across it, letting her head fall back to see those of her two predecessors on the stakes behind. I dove atop her body, burying myself to my balls in her. All her freshly flowing blood made our bodies slippery as I fucked frantically and deeply, kissing and biting viciously, feeling my teeth penetrate flesh and listening to her scream with mindless lust.

"It's time, my lovely bitch!" I told her, feeling the delicious tingle of orgasm in my roots. I grabbed the short-bladed flaying knife and began stroking her sides with its razor tip. I felt her cunt's grip and heard her laugh, lost in total ecstasy.

"Fuck me fuck me fuck me!!" she gushed, blood now drooling from her mouth as I pounded and stabbed.

As I'd told him earlier, Dennis tied her wrists to the poles at either side of the stone. He watched, now stunned and barely able to continue.

I felt my orgasm rising quickly. "Want to die now, Sheena? Feel my cum spurt inside one last time and know I'll taste it mixed with your cunt juice when I eat it soon?"

"Fuck me kill me fuck me kill me!!" Sheena screamed it. I sliced her buttock, careful to only open flesh and not damage muscle. She gasped and began coming in a wild spasm.

My orgasm soared and my mind unlocked itself. I grabbed her head and looked deep into her eyes. Her soul waited for me. I kissed her, eyes wide along with hers. My sperm exploded. Our bodies rocked as one. I reached down and pulled another knot through her clit. Her thighs gripped me. My cock gushed over and over. My blood-drenched hand kneaded her mutilated breast. I felt her very being quake.

I stepped back, trembling, and handed the long butcher knife to Dennis. Sheena lay writhing, now mindless, lost in unending orgasm and bleeding agony.

"Now," I told him, "slip the blade beneath her sternum. Shove it up. And deep."

He stepped next to her and looked at me. I held the knotted thread through her clit and lifted. It launched her in to a new series of convulsive explosions. "Now!"

He placed the knife between the base of her breasts. I saw it sink. I took my flaying knife and, with a quick, positive motion, sliced away her clit. Sheena's body flailed in ecstasy.

I looked up and Dennis was gone.

Holding the severed clit by the thread piercing it, I ran to her head. Her eyes waited for me. I kissed her deeply and felt the passion.

I gathered her hair in my hand and pulled her head back to expose her neck.

"Sheena, they say cannibalism is the highest form of love," I told her softly, "do you believe that?"

Her eyes filled mine with love and she nodded almost undetectably. But I could see. We kissed deeply and I cut her throat.
She shuddered and I felt the hot splash over my body. My mouth filled with the blood that gushed into hers. I rose slowly, my eyes still on hers, watching her float away. Her face filled with total peace and the surging from her body slowed to a stop. She lay still and all was quiet. I could hear the wind in the trees above, then the pounding of my heart. A distant gull called but none responded.

Dennis sat in a ball near the fire. I didn't bother him.

I worked quickly, squeezing the rest of the potion into her bowel then opening her body. I strung her up by the ankles and began cleaning her while her body drained its remaining blood.

Inside, I tied off her stomach and large intestine to contain the potion. With my flaying knife, I removed her vagina and put it into a special container.

Dennis finally approached, moving cautiously, mind still trembling. He offered to help and I let him.

We laid her back down and I removed her head with a single blow of the large machete. I put it on the center stake at the head of the stone. We flushed her empty torso with clean water and filled it with fruit and spices.

Soon, we stood looking at the covered fire pit.

We swam in the lagoon and returned to the spring to bathe. We fell asleep in the hut and didn't awaken until the sunrise. Dennis hardly spoke.

I'd simmered her cunt over another fire through the night. Starving, we consumed it in the morning cool. Dennis tasted it carefully, then ate voraciously. We slept again, this time until late that night.

We feasted on Sheena for the next four days, pouring the powerful gravy over the meat, then eating until we could hold no more. We fell asleep to allow our minds to fill with bizarre, wonderful images, then awaken to repeat the cycle. Our strength began to rebuild and The Energy made itself known.

I'd felt it from the first but Dennis did not recognize it until it began driving him. Now it gripped us both as we sat, reeling with the effects of the potion and the thoughts of what we'd done. Laughing, crying, and gasping, we released ourselves unashamedly, watching our cum shoot in hard, straight jets. Soon, Dennis began growing restless and detached.

But as I'd felt and feared from the first night, Dennis revealed his weakness. On the morning of the fifth day, I awoke bound.
"I'm sorry, Richard," he told me, "I can't allow you to live. No one must know."

"Then honor me," I said, nodding to the fire. "And this island will belong to you."

I didn't resist. I watched him rebuild the fire, scattering Sheena's remains to be reduced to ash as the new flames rose.

All those who truly possess The Energy well understand the possibility of themselves in Sheena's role. Himself brimming with The Energy, Dennis enjoyed himself with my flesh again and again. He tortured me a long time that night but when he fell, exhausted, I easily freed myself.

Dennis awoke gagged and staked to the ground while I packed away the trunks of my f re. I led him to the boat and set sail with the tide. I kept him bound, fed him E‚atu, and shaved him. The voyage to Atonga would take thirteen days and there would be plenty of time.

We sailed. As I enjoyed him, his eyes remained fixed upon the small, clear bottle strung around my neck with the knotted thread. Sealed within was the last of the potion bathing Sheena's bud of pleasure.

My years-long mission was finally complete. My people would honor me and there would be great celebration with many captives. It was not often that a son of Atonga came home to meet his destiny.

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