Author: Sailbad
Title: A Charmed Life - The Story of Fantine
Part: 6 of 8
Universe: Jharum
Summary: The life of a woman given a special gift which changed her 
entire existence. Youth ever-lasting with a hunger for semen. Her new 
friend tells her tale. 
Keywords: FF, FM, hist 

A Charmed Life
By Sailbad@storiesonline.org
Chapter 6 - The Story of Fantine

It then passed to Fantine to tell her own tale.  She spoke in her broken 
English and lapsed into French for the more difficult parts.  Liz’ French 
was rusty but she was able to keep up.

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Fantine told of being born in the south of France in 1866.  Her father 
was a captain in The Gendarmerie.  Her mother was a merchant’s daughter 
who died in child birth.  Fantine, their only child, had lived a 
sheltered life cloistered behind the walls of her academy by day and 
under the strict watch of her governess by night.  It was a very happy 
life and she was in love with the beauty of her small town and 
countryside.

When she was sixteen her father accepted the position of warden over the 
penal colony of New Caledonia. It was a prestigious opportunity for him 
but for Fantine it meant uprooting her life and taking a long sea voyage 
to the other side of the world.  She bade farewell to her safe, 
comfortable home, her friends and her charming surroundings and she 
packed up her life for the trip.

The first leg of their journey was by steamship across the Atlantic to 
the Central American isthmus.  The voyage was pleasant and eased her 
sorrow over leaving her home in France.  In Panama, their belongings were 
ported overland to the Pacific where they boarded a three-masted 
schooner, which would carry them on to the South Sea Isles and New 
Caledonia.  

It was a long, tedious voyage but the weather was very pleasant.  It 
stayed so until they reached the South Seas where they were stricken by a 
terrible storm.  Fantine feared their certain death amid the loud 
crashing and anxious shouts of the crew.  When morning arrived, the storm 
had passed but the ship had been de-masted, their rudder broken off 
completely and three crewmembers lost.

For days they drifted aimlessly as the crew tried to rig a new rudder and 
fabricate an effective way to catch some wind.  Although their progress 
was slow, they affected a way to resume their course and sought a 
friendly port to make more suitable repairs.  They might have made it if 
not for another storm even more fierce than the first.  It quickly 
stripped the small ship of all means to guide itself and left them at the 
mercy of the waves.  At some point in the night, the helpless ship was 
blown broadside over some unseen reef, broken asunder, and torn apart by 
the wind and waves.

In the panicked haste to abandon ship and secure a means to stay afloat, 
Fantine was struck many times by wind driven debris.  In the turmoil she 
lost consciousness.  When she awoke it was morning and she found herself 
secured to a floating hatch cover.  She was in terrible pain from an open 
wound to her stomach, another to her head, and consumed with fever.  

She went in and out of consciousness for quite some time until she found 
herself washed up on a sandy beach.  Around her were many pretty children 
with brown skin and oval eyes.  Soon, adults were summoned and then 
ensued some great row apparently concerning Fantine and what should be 
done with her.  From the midst of the row arose a pretty young woman a 
little older than Fantine who seemed to champion Fantine and argued a 
solution.

Fantine blacked out again but awoke to find herself on a sturdy bamboo 
platform within a cave that opened into the sea.  The cave was lit with 
torches and at her side knelt the same pretty girl who gave her water and 
tried to tend to her wounds.  The girl was talking to her in a soothing 
tone and gently stroking her in a calming fashion.

Soon after, a handsome young man came in a canoe through the mouth of the 
cave.  He had to duck under the cave’s mouth to enter but he rowed up to 
the platform and climbed up to kneel in front of the girl.  They talked 
together in a familiar, lilting way.  Both were smiling, lightly laughing 
and touching each other as they talked.

The young man rose up on his knees and removed the garment he wore around 
his waist and was completely naked.  Fantine was shocked to see a man 
nude for the first time in her life.  The girl rose up on her knees and 
removed her garment.  The naked couple then kissed and almost immediately 
the young man became erect.

Fantine’s mind was in turmoil, for how could they make love before her?  
Did they not realize her condition and dire pain?

What happened next Fantine, at the time, had to dismiss as fever induced 
delusion.

The girl touched Fantine’s arm as if making sure to have her attention.  
She then saw the girl sprout what Fantine thought was her own penis.  It 
emerged from the dark hair of the girl’s loin, red and glistening wet.  
It then came to life and grasped the boy’s penis in a coil-like embrace.  
Fantine thought she must be going insane from her injuries because then 
the girl’s penis began to devour the boy’s.

The boy eased back to sit on his haunches and the girl followed him to 
straddle his lap.  The couple remained like that in a tight embrace, 
moaning their pleasure.  Neither moved accept the girl’s member which 
swallowed more and more of her lover’s organ.

While well into their joining the young man gave out a deep moan and 
shuddered.  The lovers broke their kiss and then joyfully exchanged what 
Fantine believed were sweet entreaties to each other.  The couple 
separated, the girl’s tail released its hold on the boy, and the boy 
smiled at Fantine and said something she wished she could understand.  
The girl laid down beside her to stroke and comfort her.  She kept 
talking while gesturing at her curious tail and then at Fantine’s sex.

Fantine felt lost and helpless.  She missed her father, she was in great 
pain and fearing for her life and now it seemed to her these people were 
oblivious to her suffering and were just going to let her die slowly in 
neglect.

Not long after the young man had left, another one rowed his canoe in to 
the cave.  It was another virile-looking youth with a soft-featured face 
and beautiful eyes.  He bound up on to the platform and exchanged 
salacious banter with the nude girl.  In time, he removed the sarong from 
around his waist and approached the girl.  As before, the young woman 
placed a hand on Fantine’s arm as if to draw her attention.

The young woman laid on her back and her new lover knelt over her from 
between her legs.  They wrapped their arms around each other and engaged 
in a deep kiss.  Their lips parted and the girl turned to look at 
Fantine, as if making sure that she observed this.  As with her previous 
lover, Fantine saw the slippery wet tail of the girl open up at the tip 
and devour the boy’s erect phallus.  After that, their intercourse 
consumed them and they vigorously ground together.  They rolled and 
struggled beside Fantine in the throes of their strange bond.  Her fever 
overtook her and Fantine blacked out again.

When she came-to later, Fantine found herself stripped naked.  The same 
young girl was kneeling at her side.  She looked gravely at Fantine as 
she stroked her and was trying to explain something that Fantine gathered 
to be very important.  

The girl bent over and kissed Fantine’s forehead, then her cheek and then 
on her lips.  She paused to say something that Fantine interpreted to be 
reassuring.  All that she could feel was frustration and terrible pain.  
The girl kissed her again full on the mouth and she felt the girl’s 
tongue slip between her lips.  Before she could utter any protest, 
Fantine’s pain completely vanished.  The soothing relief was overshadowed 
by a yearning for pleasure and release.  The next thing she knew, Fantine 
found herself wanting to completely surrender to her caretaker’s 
attentions.  

The girl moved to where she was straddling over Fantine’s body. Fantine 
felt her move between her legs, kneeling.  The girl lifted Fantine’s 
thighs and rested them atop her own thighs.  Fantine was powerless to 
stop her.  She clung to the girl only wanting more of that kiss and the 
pleasing and soothing effects it was having on her.

To her shock, she felt something probing about her sex.  Without looking 
she knew it had to be the girl’s strange red penis.  In that instant she 
realized the girl intended to rape and ravage her.  She did not care.  
Her pain was dispelled and the kiss was mysteriously filling her with a 
want like she had never experienced.  In the next instant, she was 
entered, violated, impaled by the girl’s strange appendage.  It charged 
into her by its own volition; pushing and gaining but by no thrust on the 
girl’s part.  It tore through her hymen and surged in to secret depths 
Fantine was unaware she had.  Deeper it delved and thicker it got, 
swelling up to fill her passage.  Helpless, Fantine gave herself up to 
it, threw her arms around her partner and let herself be taken.  It was a 
strange delight that filled her and it slowly faded as she slipped again 
into unconsciousness.

When Fantine woke again it was morning.  Light fell into the cave from 
the sea opening.  She was alone on the platform and the first thing she 
noticed was her fever was gone.  It was replaced with a dizziness and a 
strange feeling inside, down low.  There was still some pain in her head 
but not the intense pounding like before.  Her stomach wound was still 
causing a bit of discomfort, but only when she tried to sit up.  Her 
first notion was to attribute her mended wounds to the narcotic kiss of 
the native girl.  She lay quietly and waited for her friend to return.  

A few minutes later her young physician returned.  Fantine was so 
grateful for her relented anguish and mended spirits that she thanked the 
girl repeatedly.  The two spent the next hours working out a dialogue and 
traded much of their personal details.

Fantine learned her friend’s name was Penina and that this island was one 
of several they called home.  She made it clear that Fantine was not 
welcome among them and she must remain in the cave.  Through arduously 
mimed gestures and some established terminology, Fantine was made to know 
that Penina had given her something from herself and that it now dwelt 
inside her.  That this endowment would help her heal and that when she 
was better she would have to give the endowment back.

Fantine was curious as to what Penina had imparted to her but she would 
soon find out exactly what she now possessed.

Penina carefully rolled Fantine onto her side and then made a pillow for 
her head so she could watch.  Sitting in front of her, she lifted 
Fantine’s upper leg and placed it over her shoulder.  She then began to 
rake her fingers gently over Fantine’s sex while cooing softly to her.  
Fantine was at first put off by this affront but reasoned that it was 
only girl-play and they had been lovers the night before.  She began to 
enjoy the pleasurable caresses and felt romantic desires stirring inside.  
She also felt a strange compulsion to present more of herself to this 
encounter.  She did not know what but something inside wanted to join in 
this play.  Penina then began to lightly stroke around her soft opening, 
teasing the sensitive flesh, venturing a finger into the wet recesses.  
That was when Fantine responded with her own touch.  It did not come from 
her hands.  She sought to reach out in response and when she did, a slick 
red tongue emerged from her sex to meet Penina’s playful fingers.  

Fantine froze in shock.  She never knew she had one of those, for surely 
it was hers.  She controlled its movements and she felt what it touched.  
Penina exclaimed her encouragement and ever so lightly stroked the red 
tail.  The feeling was delightful and Fantine’s hand joined Penina’s in 
wrestling with her new appendage and exploring its talents.

After some time at this exploration and play, Penina called out to 
someone outside the cave.  One of the young men who had loved Penina the 
night before rowed into the cave on a canoe.  He climbed up on the 
platform and Fantine wanted to hide in shame of her nakedness.  As the 
boy knelt beside her, Penina stroked her and spoke in soothing tones to 
calm Fantine’s apprehension.     

Fantine knew where this meeting was headed.  She knew her new appendage 
was the endowment Penina had bestowed upon her and that it was crucial to 
her healing.  She understood now that Penina was trying to show her how 
to use it the night before.  She now realized that engaging men sexually 
in the manner Penina had displayed would fuel her healing.  Though it ran 
contrary to all aspects of morality and social conduct she had ever 
learned, Fantine would have to engage in sex or die.  It was all too much 
but she was at the crossroads of her life, what cannot be avoided – must 
be endured.

It was not so unpleasant.  Her new tail did feel wonderful in its sensual 
ability, and the young man was very attractive and friendly.

He stood up and removed his sarong and then knelt at Fantine’s feet.  She 
invited his advance by opening her legs and he crawled up to a leaning 
position over her.  She knew she had to envelope his erection.  She 
looked to Penina for encouragement and then opened up and swallowed him 
completely in one swift motion.

She was astounded at how good it felt.  Good enough to forget any 
discomfort she was feeling.  Penina placed her hand over the boy’s 
engulfed penis and urged Fantine to work him in a steady up and down 
movement.  Fantine, to her dismay, actually was enjoying it.  She learned 
her appendage’s talents and was familiarizing herself with male anatomy 
on every stroke.  She took more of him and began to work him vigorously 
when suddenly she felt his discharge.  She froze, not knowing what to do.  
He ejaculated his full measure and squealing with delight, Penina stroked 
upward on her tail to prompt Fantine to ingest it.  She did as 
instructed, gulping it all the way up her red tail and almost immediately 
felt a relief from her pain spread throughout her body.

It was not hard for Fantine to accept the necessity of this intercourse 
any further.  She actually felt so much better she sat up on her own and 
shared in the generous, warm expression of emotions her hosts brought 
with them.  They playfully embraced and stroked each other in a new, 
unashamed openness.  Before he left, the boy hugged Fantine and they 
parted as close friends.

Soon after he left, another young man rowed into the cave and joined the 
two girls on the platform.  Fantine lost her timidity.  She knew what was 
expected of her, how exactly it would benefit her and that these people 
were trying to help her.  Albeit in a way contrary to western civilized 
conduct, Fantine actually began to dismiss it in her mind as innocent 
youthful exuberance.

She was more relaxed with the second boy.  As he crouched over her, 
Fantine took more time in engaging him and worked toward her own pleasure 
as well as his.  They kissed, her first, and the act absorbed them in the 
headlong struggle for sexual reward.  She delivered him and joined him in 
climactic bliss (also her first).  It tickled her senses as she squealed 
and clung to him until her return had run its course.  Again, she felt a 
modicum of relief from her discomfort as she swallowed down his emission.  

By the time she had been serviced by the fifth boy, she was feeling 
remarkably better and had even developed an appetite.  Penina called an 
end to her visits for the day and brought her something to eat.

In the days that followed, Fantine was visited by three boys in the 
morning and three different ones in the evening.  They were all very 
sweet toward her.  They brought her gifts and kept her entertained with 
songs and tricks.  Fantine was astounded by how fast her wounds healed.

After two weeks she was completely well and Penina, to Fantine’s 
disappointment, curtailed all visits from Fantine’s young suitors.  It 
was time to return her tail to its rightful owner.

For the next day, Penina took great pains to explain the entire process 
as best she could to Fantine and mimed what she must do.  Fantine 
listened carefully because she knew it was important, one or both of 
their lives might be in danger.

The next morning, Penina was carefully going over the process again when 
all of a sudden a tremendous boom, louder than thunder, burst upon them.  
It was almost deafening as it reverberated throughout the small cavern.  
The water surface danced and rippled below them.  They held their ears 
until the last of the terrible noise subsided.  Outside the cave they 
could hear a great commotion as the people in the village gathered to 
address this powerful phenomenon.

It was too much for Penina to cope with.  She bade Fantine to stay and 
then leapt into the water and swam out through the mouth of the cave.  
Fantine sat very puzzled as the minutes passed.  Worry replaced 
puzzlement as more minutes passed and still no word from Penina.  After 
quite more than a half an hour after the tremendous boom, the most 
frightening event of all transpired.

As Fantine sat waiting for her friend’s return, all of the water quickly 
drained from the cave.   The water level sank lower than low tide and 
then continued until all the water had left and the cave floor was 
exposed.  Fantine could have walked out and not gotten her feet wet.  
Before she could contemplate such a move, there came from outside the 
sound of yelling and then many frightened cries.  The screaming voices 
were soon drowned out by a loud roar.  Louder it got and then with the 
speed of a passing train a great surge of water rushed in through the 
cave entrance.  The surge splashed against the back of the cave and water 
level rose with alarming speed.  Fantine thought she would certainly 
drown within the next minute.  But the water rose to the top of the cave 
entrance but no further.

For a very tense moment, Fantine knelt, trembling on her platform and 
waited for the water to rise and snuff out her life.  Then, as quickly as 
the water had first drained out from the cave, the level again sank until 
it was at its usual depth, and the cave mouth was open.  All was silent 
except for the usual steady pounding of surf on the rocks outside.

Fantine was dumfounded over what had just transpired.  She strained to 
listen for any sound that might tell her of what happened outside to both 
the village and its people.  She heard nothing.  She waited for Penina or 
one of her young men to come.  It got dark, and no one came.

The next morning she awoke thinking surely Penina would come.  She called 
for her but got no response.  Nothing but the sound of waves on the 
shore.  As afternoon came she grew hungry and entered the water.  She 
sought merely a peek to see what was wrong.

She swam out of the cave and climbed on to the rocks outside.  She saw 
the beach reaching out on both sides from the cliff face her cave was in.  
There were no people.  She climbed down from the rocks and on to the 
shore.  She thought the village had to be near by, she had always heard 
them close to the cave.  Not a trace was left.  It looked as if they had 
gathered everything and left.  There was not even a footprint in the 
sand.

Fantine looked all about the island and could hardly find any evidence 
any one had ever been there.  It frightened her deeply that some terrible 
thing had taken them all away and that it might return.  She cried for 
her friend, Penina, and what might have happened to her.  

The date was August 27, 1883.  Unknown to Fantine at the time, a small 
volcanic island hundreds of miles away in the Sunda Strait had just 
destroyed itself in the biggest explosion of all recorded history.  
Hundreds of people on surrounding shores were killed by flying debris and 
scalding clouds of gas.  Thousands more died as an enormous tsunami spread 
outward in all directions.  Such a great wave had just wiped the island 
clean of all life, leaving Fantine alone in the horrifying remains.  At 
nightfall she returned to her cave and wept until sleep took her.

The following day she set out from the cave to find food and water.  She 
was able to make do.  She spent the rest of her day searching for some 
clue as to what might have happened to the people who had saved her.  She 
found nothing

A week passed and, luckily, a Dutch whaler approached the island in 
search of fresh water.  Fantine was rescued.

The sailors fed and clothed her and the captain made accommodations for 
her in his quarters.  They ferried her south to the Solomon Islands where 
she was given passage on a cargo ship to New Caledonia.  She completely 
forgot about her tail and was consumed with concern for her father and 
sorrow for her lost island friends.

When she arrived in New Caledonia she discovered she was the only known 
survivor of her ship and also of the explosion of Krakatoa.  Left 
orphaned, she was placed in the custody of the convent to finish her 
schooling.  

Sex was not a viable topic of discussion with the nuns.  Her special tail 
was definitely something they would not understand and so Fantine kept 
that to herself.  

At the age of eighteen she was released from the care of the convent and 
she took up employment in the house of the governor as a maid.  They were 
kind to her and treated her very well.  After eight years in their home, 
she met an elderly plantation owner who became very enamored with her and 
took her as his mistress.

He provided for her a comfortable home adjacent to his property and came 
to see her every other day.  He was not a vigorous or even satisfying 
lover but he was easy to please and very grateful for Fantine’s 
attention.

By this time, Fantine had learned great restraint in the use of her 
jharum.  She avoided the temptation to please herself or even muse the 
possibilities of her secret appendage and it had dwelt silently deep 
within her for twelve years.  Her gentleman lover’s sexual fumbling had, 
however, awoken new curiosities in her if not as an accompaniment to his 
technique, at least as a substitute.  She began exploring self-arousal in 
her lover’s absence and re-acquainted herself with her long forgotten 
tail.  
 
To her joy, she discovered its talents and abilities.  She stroked and 
petted her wonderful toy and derived immense pleasure in its use.  
Inevitably, she employed it in the lovemaking of her gentleman 
benefactor.  She dared not introduce him to it directly, but she found a 
way to engage him while he was inside her.  It added to her enjoyment of 
their act.  It also sped his release and sent him on his way.  Of course, 
she captured his emission, some of it anyway.  It gave her a soothing 
relief somewhere deep inside. 

Months passed, and one morning while taking her bath, Fantine noticed 
something about her form.  Her body had toned up, her limbs had regained 
some of the suppleness of her youth, her skin seemed firmer and more 
resilient.  She remembered how with a man’s semen her tail had helped her 
heal but she did not know until that moment it could rejuvenate her.  
When she looked at herself in a full-length mirror it confirmed her 
discovery.  To her dismay, it was apparent she could stay young, in fact, 
live indefinitely.

Fantine welcomed this new gift but knew immediately that she had to use 
it wisely.  She controlled her urge to ingest more of her lover’s 
emission and she avoided the temptation to push her regressing age any 
further than could be reasonably believed.  She continued in her often 
boring but comfortable existence as a rich man’s play thing.

Three years after taking her as his mistress, her wealthy plantation 
owner died, leaving Fantine her house and a third of his holdings.  This 
made Fantine rich beyond her dreams.  She had learned much in the company 
of her lover and shrewdly parlayed her plantation holdings into a 
promising shipping company.  The company grew as did her assets and by 
the turn of the century, Fantine had wealth and power that insulated her 
from almost all of her worldly concerns.

She returned to Europe where she established herself among the leisure 
set.  Business barons and royalty became her crowd and her money allowed 
her freedoms like few had ever known.  She knew her longevity would draw 
unwanted attention so she kept on the move.  

She held on to her fortune by willing her assets to a solitary, young 
niece, faking her own death, and then assuming the identity of the young 
niece she had created.  It was a tricky endeavor but she was very cunning 
and bold.  She had kept up this process until post World War II when she 
sold off her interest in the shipping company and bought three adjacent 
islands in the South Pacific.  On one of them, the same one she was 
rescued by Penina, she built a quaint, comfortable home, on ground higher 
than any wave could reach.

It was previously, in Venice, during the summer of 1929 that she took a 
lover who was mad for her kiss and one day talked in great detail of 
another woman whose kiss had the same narcotic effect on him.  Her hunt 
for a young, English scholar named Elizabeth began there.


By Sailbad@storiesonline.org


  
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