Handmaiden ch-8
I awoke suddenly because someone or something was caressing my phallus! It was not yet daylight so the available light in the room was dim at best. As I scanned my surroundings, I was struck by the mustiness of the smell in the room and the dust that had gathered on every piece of furniture. This room had not been inhabited for a very long time! I stared hard at my crotch area and finally I made out a hunched little figure. Then it hit me!
"CHESTER! What in hell are you doing?"
"I not Chester! Chester go with Reymondo! I Ronald! I be with Eve!"
In this short sentence, I had been told that Reymondo was no longer my companion and, as a result, I was alone with this misshapen creature.
"Can you at least tell me where I am?"
"You on island!"
I waited for more, but it was not forthcoming. Then I said, "And just where is this blasted island located?"
His answer was abrupt. "Island in ocean!"
I thought to myself, "Here I am trying to converse with this numbskull and, if I don't get a sensible answer soon, I'm going to bash his head in!"
"Okay, Ronald. Just what are we supposed to do on this island that is in the ocean?"
"You recruit for master serpent. Ronald, run errands for handmaiden and prepare little girls for you fuck!" This startled the bejeebers out of me!
"And just how do you prepare these little girls?"
"Ronald use nose. Push in little girl pussy. Go far in. Make hole in cherry."
At this point, I stared hard at the face of this monster and I could see that the nose he presented had a bulbous end whereas Chester's nose had been severely pointed. As I was considering this development, Ronald continued his dissertation upon our duties.
"Ronald also push worm into you sack."
"Sack? What are you talking about?"
"This." And with this statement, he reached across and cupped my scrotum in his hand. His movement and statement scared the hell out of me.
"Holy cow, Ronald! Just how do you expect to get worms into me there?"
"You know, `frot'?" I shook my head and he continued, "You stand up." As I stood, Ronald took hold of my phallus and his as well. Then, he slid my foreskin back until my mushroom cock-head was completely exposed and he did the same with his cock-head. Then he placed our two cock-heads so that they were touching head-to-head. He very carefully aligned the eye in each of the cock-heads so that, in effect, they created a solid tube leading from one cock-head and into the other.
"Now push skin over my cock!"
I was surprised at just how easily this was accomplished and the sudden awareness of another's cock being held so closely to my cock not only startled me but surprised me when I felt the surge of excitement accompanying this union. Ronald then pushed his foreskin completely over my cock completing the connection! We were effectively cemented into one single chain. I tentatively tried to pull my cock away from his only to discover that this unholy type of union was indeed very solid!
We stood there in this united fashion for several heartbeats. My psyche was running wild and I was getting close to an orgasm. Suddenly, I felt something moving inside of my cock-head!
"Ronald push worm in you sack!"
I started to object, but then I realized that there was nothing I could do. Ronald had begun moving about the room using a simple, direct dance step. His hands were upon my shoulders and mine were on his shoulders. The only thing holding us as one was the union of our two cocks! I felt the worm or whatever it was enter my urethra and begin its passage inside of me. I have been excited in the past, but never like this! My whole nervous system was responding to the passage of that worm and, when it finally reached my scrotum, my complete sensual system exploded!
My head fell forward onto Ronald's shoulder as wave after wave of orgasms tore through me. I was gasping for breath and groaning in exquisite pleasure.
"You no move away from Ronald. We got more worms to send in you. You like worm pleasure?"
"Oh GOD, yes!"
"Serpent master keep word. Give handmaiden much pleasure."
Again and again and again, I was literally torn apart by the passage of these worms into my scrotum. Finally, I could stand it no more and I swooned, but our body connection caused me to remain close to Ronald.
"Why did you do this to me?"
"Make you complete so you can fuck little girl and mama."
"Just what do these worms do to me?"
"They eat little slimy things that swim in you sac. Make it so you no make babies, but worm spit out his own kind of juice. That make you jism really hot stuff. Woman get you jism in cunt or mouth or ass and she got to have more. Always. Really work strong on little girl. Make her want fuck like mad! Person you fuck have dream!"
"Do you mean that they will hallucinate?"
Ronald shrugged his shoulders and said, "I not know what that mean, but that person have big dream and he live it!"
Evidently Ronald was - in his own inimitable fashion - telling me that when I fucked someone they would not only have a massive hallucinatory experience, but that they would think it to be real!
"Ronald, you keep talking about little girls. Just how little are these girls? How old are they?"
"Oh, they go to school. Maybe they five or six! And you fuck they mamas, too!"
I looked down to where our two bodies were joined and I suddenly knew that I had been turned into a monster and, for reasons unknown to me, I didn't care! Slowly, my strength began to fade and I slumped towards the floor.
Ronald must have placed me back upon my bed for when I heard the door slam, I woke once more. My first impulse was to reach down and feel of my scrotum. I couldn't be certain, but it surely felt larger than before. And heavier. Much heavier. As I fondled it, I felt a surge of sexual desire force itself through my balls to my cock and then into my belly. My legs were elevated and my knees were spread terribly wide apart. I started masturbating almost immediately. My right hand began the up-and-down motion along the stem of my cock while my left hand repeatedly stroked my cunt lips. As my orgasm approached, I couldn't keep my fingers out of my cunt! My hips began to move up and down in an attempt to get my fingers deeper into my cunt and my speed of stroking my cock increased as my orgasm neared. I suddenly became privy to the unusual facility of the Futanari. I orgasmed both in my cunt and through my cock!
"Yeeeeeaaaaahhh GODS!" This was my manner of announcing my massive orgasm to the world.
I was startled to hear someone ask me, "Are you alright?"
Standing by my bedside was a very attractive, young girl. Her skin was blemish-free and slightly dusky. Her tits, like mine, had black areolas . This signaled to me a Negroid inheritance. She was naked!
I reached out my jism-covered fingers and stroked her cunt.
"Oooh! Don't do that! I am supposed to bring you to GIlah." As she said this, she backed away from my rummaging fingers and moved closer to the door. "Please. She wants to see you at once!"
I took pity upon the poor girl and rose to grab a towel. After wiping as much of my jism as I could from my fingers, I followed her out of the door. And, as I walked out into the sunlight, I couldn't refrain from feeling my new scrotum. This one was bigger and heavier than the one I had possessed before my bout with the worms. It also had another newer quality. Merely by caressing it, this new scrotum brought on a massive erection!
"Oh boy! Are you ready!"
There was a path that ran from cottage to cottage and this was what we followed. The cottage in which I had awakened was at the very end of the path and I could see several more cottages strung out in a huge semi-circle to my right. I couldn't help but laugh for those cottages and their circular formation looked for all the world just like a wagon train with all of its wagons formed to ward off Indian attacks. Behind me, I could see the ocean and a beautiful white beach. I got another quick lesson about this place when I noticed that the beach was populated with naked females of all ages. Because of Ronald's telling me that I would fuck the youngest of the females on the island, my eyes automatically sought them out. I counted five, but I knew that there might well be more.
My young companion led me to the largest of the cottages and indicated that I should enter. As I entered, I stepped into a large greeting room. Chairs and couches lined the circular walls and there was a desk in the center of the room. A rather old woman was sitting behind the desk and, as I entered, she moved out from behind the desk to greet me. It was then that I saw that she was confined to a wheel chair!
With a very large smile upon her face, she extended her hand in greeting and, after I had taken hold of her hand, her other hand reached out and grasped my cock! I gasped for I was not accustomed to such informality.
"Welcome to Loudun Island. We have been praying for your arrival!"
This flustered me for not even I had known about my trip here.
"Praying? For me?"
"Well not exactly for you, but for one of your kind. Come. Sit down and I will explain a lot of things for you."
She moved her chair over next to one of the seats and I sat down.
"If history is any gauge, you must be immensely surprised at waking up here on Loudun Island. I have lived on this island for over fifty years and I knew the other handmaiden. Oh, yes. I not only knew her, but she knew me! OH, did she know me! She knew me in the carnal sense so I am somewhat acquainted with your kind and your purpose in being here. Before I venture forth into our history, would you care for something to drink?" I shook my head in the negative.
"Very well. This island or perhaps I should say this establishment has been in existence for over a hundred years. How it was started and why are still something of a mystery. As you may have noticed, the camp is strictly for the relaxation and enjoyment of females. I use the more inclusive term rather than the term, `women' for the island services females of all ages! I can only guess that this represents a form of revenge for something that happened many hundreds of years ago!
In the early sixteen hundreds, there was a convent in the French town of Loudun. I won't go into all of the particulars suffice it to say that somehow the sisters in that convent became entangled in the politics of that day. The internal politics of the Catholic Church were split into many factions. A rumor was started that one of the priests was attempting to prostitute the sisters of the convent to the service of Satan. To use the vernacular, all hell broke loose and two or three of the priests were burned at the stake. Later investigations have shown that the charges leveled against the priests by the nuns were bogus, but what was done could not be undone. For some reason - as I said, it might be simple revenge - this ..er..vacation spot for females was established.
Our early records are sorely lacking in detail, but we have surmised that one of Satan's handmaidens was an early occupant of this establishment and, periodically, those handmaidens have been replaced by newcomers - hence, your arrival. I realize that this short historical foray has not answered any of your questions. Perhaps this will.
Oh, Gilah where are your manners? My name is Gilah. I am the island matron. And you are?"
"My name is Eve."
"I must say that your name is very appropriate for the type of service you provide. Eve I take it from your accent that you are probably American?" I nodded. "So, you are probably unfamiliar with arranged marriages?" Again, I nodded. "Well such practices still exist in many parts of the world. Women continue to be sold off to the highest bidder for money, prestige, political favors or to unify separate families. Almost without exception, love and sexual gratification is over looked in these arranged affairs and so these elements of a successful union are missing. People today seem to not care if the women involved in these affairs are satisfied or not. IT IS ASSUMED THAT SEX WITHIN THE BOUNDS OF THE MARRIAGE BED WILL BE SUFFICIENT FOR ANY `NORMAL'WOMAN. Unfortunately, this often is not the case. This island supplies the missing ingredient.
The females who enjoy our hospitality must exhibit certain qualities. First, they must be wealthy. Secondly, they must acknowledge the fact that they want and need more exciting sex than what they are currently receiving. Third, they must agree that any babies conceived during their stay on the island belong to the island and are not to be removed to other parts of the world. Furthermore, they must agree to establish a living and educational fund for any child conceived here. As a corollary to this requirement, every female - including me - who is employed here was born here!
And, what do we provide in return? A complete lack of social and sexual taboos. A guarantee that what happens here stays here so there are no repercussions in the outside world and an attitude of blatant and unlimited sexual behavior and this includes unlimited access to some of the sturdiest black studs this side of Hades. You may be surprised to learn that there is an almost physical need in the bodies of many white females to copulate with black men. Perhaps it is a throwback to our days as apes, but rich, spoiled, sexually-unsatisfied women desperately desire black penises. Our supply of this commodity is plentiful in the extreme.
Now that you have come to the island, we are able to supply these women with one other thing that they may not have even thought of although most of them have come here while unconsciously wanting this very thing. And that is a union - a contract if you will - with the great serpent or Satan - whichever you prefer. Your sexual interaction with these women and girls will make them servants of Satan although they may live their entire lives without realizing this. Only upon the occasion of contract expiration will they learn that they have been the Devil's whores! I suggest that you do what you are here to do at night.
You see, these women are taught that by coming here this - and everything we do to them after they arrive - is for the sole purpose of reverting them to a slut status. It starts when they begin to board the boat. Oh, yes, I forgot-the only way to reach this island is by boat and we control who gets on board that boat. While they are at dockside, the boat captain will instruct them to remove all jewelry and leave it behind. This is the first stage in their becoming naked before the world.
When the boat reaches a prearranged spot between the mainland and the island, the captain stops the boat and announces to his passenger or passengers: `THE ISLAND IS IN SIGHT!' If this is the woman's first trip to the island, she is informed at this point to remove all articles of clothing. This reinforces the idea that she is now a naked slut and she is offering herself to all comers! This is the final point at which she can deny our services. The crew will clear the tarpaulin from a special seat up on the bow of the boat and the woman will be instructed to sit in the seat. It is specially built so as to cause the woman to lean back thus making sure that the entire frontal section of her body is exposed. Her legs are placed in raised stirrups and the captain will tell her to, `smile'! He will also tell her to, `make your cunt smile'! The woman is expected to reach down and open her cunt to the world. The purpose of this is to reinforce the slut idea. Then, while the assembled crew watches, she is photographed. There is an album that contains pictures of every woman who has ventured out to this island.
There are fifteen, `cribs' at dockside and each crib is equipped with just a dirty, jism-stained mattress on the floor. This is to reinforce the idea that here she is nothing but a whore! Whatever status she may have enjoyed before her arrival on the island, means absolutely nothing here! Her previous life has been left behind! She is free - and encouraged - to open an entirely new island-based life!
When the boat docks the Captain and the crew will escort her to the crib that has her name on the door. From that point on, she is both a slut and a whore! The Captain is the first to enter her and, when he has finished with her and given her the first taste of island jism the other crew members take her - two at a time. On most trips there are just two crew members so one threesome is the limit. More crew members means more fucking.
Usually, this intense fucking leaves the woman lying on the floor and not necessarily conscious. When she wakes, she is expected to make her way up to this row of cottages and to the particular one with her name upon it. Her routine from this point on is determined by her sexual desires. She may go to her crib at any time during the day and present herself to any of the workers who may be passing by. Most of the women make this move every day. Some spend the entire day in their crib - fucking.
We have a night crew of men and- by prearrangement - a woman can have one or more of them -'visit' her at night. And most of the sluts do just that!"
"What about the young daughters?"
"Before they leave the boat, the Captain - through the use of his fingers - will determine if they are virgins or not. If they are virgins - and most are - they are not permitted to disrobe nor or they allowed to run around naked. I have been told that there is a monster that visits these young girls at night and deflowers them, but I have never seen this so I can't verify that. I do know that in a very short time after they arrive on the island, they are no longer virgins. I'll leave that for you to determine."
As this woman uttered these final remarks, she folded her hands in her lap, let her head sink onto her chest and closed her eyes. Our conversation was obviously over.
If this short lesson in island lore and goals was not enough, the whole enterprise was brought home to me in a very salient manner. As I left the Matron's cottage, I was confronted by three young girls - the average age of which I judged to be six or seven. One looked as though she might be nine. This older girl spoke to me,
"Are you the handmaiden?"
I saw no need to lie so I nodded my head.
"Are you going to fuck us?"
That brutal statement caught me entirely by surprise.
"Why do you ask me that?"
"Because our mothers have told us that you will do that to us unless we object and stop you so we are to avoid you at all costs! They also told us that you would try to make us into women. Are you going to try and do that?"
A second girl spoke up and said, "Yeah and some say we are going to like it! Will we?"
"I certainly hope so. I like being fucked so you should, too."
With that, they all turned and ran off. Being so blunt in my language seemed to be the right thing to do. Besides, the sights of their little, hairless slits had caused my cock to lift its head in anticipation of extreme out-of-the-ordinary sex! I wondered what their tight little cunts would feel like on my cock. Would I split them wide open? I strode away humming a little tune to myself.