Conquest

The Cons Quest for Gold

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Conquest

	They came forth in their tall ship of oak and sail to 
master the new world and to claim its wealth.  They were a crew of 
scavengers; pirates by trade, with hardly a thing to loose.  Their 
burley captain was respected in fear, and was merciless to those 
below him.  They had been to sea now for weeks, and the food and 
water were all but gone but their spirits remained undaunted; 
fueled by the rumor of a tropical island with a temple of gold at 
its crest.  The seas had been graced with an uneasy calm that had 
hovered over the waters since their second day from port, and there 
was no respite in the ill wind that drifted about the ships hull.  
Fearing that he may loose what little support he had from his 
greedy crew, the captain eyed the cabin boy for fun and frolic.
	In the hot afternoon sun, the young lad was caught by 
surprise and tied facing the main mast with his hands and feet 
bound together.  In this position, his anus was fully exposed, 
while his developing manhood was forced between his legs.  Then, in 
order of their strength, the crew individually greased their 
unwashed organs and plunged them forcefully into the tight ass hole 
of the screaming young boy.  Their balls would slam into the 
youths’ sex, bruising the throbbing ball sack, and smashing the 
tender glans into the unvarnished wood of the mast, sending tiny 
slivers deep into the gristle.  After several violations, there was 
so much grease and semen dripping down the tender crack, that the 
remainder of the crew found lubrication unnecessary, and 
continually pounded the reddened ass until the lad blacked out and 
released his compacted excrement onto the deck.  When he regained 
his awareness, he was forced to clean the deck with his bare hands, 
and then suck the knarled manhood of the captain for littering the 
deck. As the captain launched his pungent load, he grasped the boys 
head and pulled it to him with all his might.  Again the boy 
succumbed to the onslaught, and collapsed on the deck with rivulets 
of sperm dripping from both ends.  
	That evening, when the boy awoke, he found himself 
suspended from the yardarm, a few feet above the deck with the 
majority of the crew in a noisy semicircle around him.  He didn’t 
struggle for there was no means of escape; there was only the 
hopeless resignation that comes with total surrender.  As the 
captain approached him with the poised dagger, he closed his eyes 
and mumbled a brief request for mercy.  The captain gently grasped 
the dangling manhood and felt the youthful vigor awaken as he 
massaged the soft hairless skin with well calloused hands.  A brief 
sigh of arousal escaped from the lad as the captain tightened his 
grip and sliced the shiny blade across the base of his manhood and 
into the ball sack.  With a swift upward slice, he completed the 
nullification and held the detached organ high with his one hand 
while he grabbed a torch that one of the nearby crew members was 
holding aloft and jammed the flame into the open wound.  The cabin 
boy screamed aloud just once, and collapsed with a sigh.  The rum 
barrel was tapped, and soon the crew was wrestling with one another 
in playful jest.  At the height of the festivities, the captain 
ceremoniously threw the pallid remains of the boys’ reproductive 
organs into the sea in a mock tribute to a fictional goddess of the 
sea.  
	Several hours later, as the crew lay in a haphazard heap on 
the deck, a strong southerly filled the limp sails, and drove the 
ship into a full gale before the dazed crew could respond.  Soon 
the main mast and rudder were adrift in the tumultuous waters and 
the ship, now at the mercy of the sea, was taking on water at a 
catastrophic rate.  With the deck awash, the once proud ship plowed 
into an underwater shoal and sank leaving the drowning crew with a 
handful of flotsam with which to survive.  As the survivors were 
washed ashore several hours later, they continued to get pounded by 
the wind driven rain and found shelter among some driftwood at the 
edge of a tropical forest.  Only the heartiest would survive; too 
few to launch an assault on the golden temple.  As the storm moved 
further to the north, the survivors were finally able to rest and 
regroup.  Eighteen men had survived, yet two more would succumb to 
the oceans’ wrath including the captain.
	The sun brought new life to the sixteen survivors, and soon 
they were gathering coconuts and small rodents for their morning 
meal.  Just offshore, the remains of the hull sat on the now 
exposed reef, listing heavily to port and threatening to vanish.  
With quick resolve, the once misaligned crew became a highly 
motivated team, and began salvage operations to recover whatever 
the sea would surrender to them.  Using some of the larger flotsam 
and make shift oars, three teams of five men made their way to the 
battered hull while one individual remained behind to coordinate 
the storage of the salvaged items.  He would soon be captured and 
unmercifully ravaged. 
	 On the other side of the small island on the same night, a 
small prison ship filled with female convicts had met a similar 
fate; wherein only five had survived.  But these five were the 
scourge of society; all were imprisoned for high crimes and were en 
route to their executions.  They had lived without the feel of a 
man for years, and were highly motivated now that their freedom was 
restored.  As the pirates returned with their booty, they were 
swarmed by an equal amount of sex-starved women with whom they were 
no match.  Soon all sixteen would find themselves tied naked and 
spread-eagle in the depths of the jungle; servicing their captors’ 
needs under the threat of castration.  The women would take turns 
rubbing their stinky smelly snatches over their victims mouths for 
lubrication, then over their wilted organs until the men became 
aroused enough for penetration.  They would then pound their 
pussies in a vicious assault on their captors organs until they 
climaxed or became disenchanted.  Two of the men who were unable to 
live up to their captors expectations lost their lives when their 
gonads were savagely torn from their bodies and eaten raw.  
	It wasn’t until after the women were fully satiated, that 
they spoke to their victims in sentences rather than one word 
commands and grunts.  Soon they became interested in the quest for 
the golden temple, and with a little encouragement released their 
captors, and began a wild exchange of ideas.  Convinced that there 
could be some honor among thieves, the nineteen returned to the 
salvage operations, and when convinced they had procured all that 
the ship would surrender, they burned the hull to conceal their 
location.  In the forest, only the strongest timbers were procured, 
and within two weeks, the sturdy raft was launched.  Another week 
was required to stock the ship with provisions and complete the 
cabin and supportive mast assembly.  The sail was meticulously 
woven from tree fibers, and the camaraderie rapidly grew between 
the survivors, as the women eagerly shared their assets with 
whoever desired eliminating the threat of jealously.  Their final 
night on the island found them all singing around a large camp fire 
while consuming the last drops of rum they had recovered from the 
floating barrel.
	The following morning found the steady craft drifting free 
of the island in search of the southerly currents.  As they rounded 
the point into open water, they were greeted with a flash of 
gunpowder from a government warship that had taken up position 
there.  Although the fugitives immediately dove towards the island, 
they were soon captured by patrolling launches, and incarcerated 
below deck.  The raft was sunk after all the munitions were brought 
aboard, and the ship set sail for the nearest port where the 
pirates and their new mates were to be executed.   They remained 
hopeful albeit subdued until later in the afternoon when they felt 
the impact of shells from an enemy ship ricochet from the steel 
plates.  Soon reports from their own vessel followed, and after a 
blinding flash, they found themselves adrift on a sinking portion 
of the ships’ stern.  As luck would have it, the corpse of the 
ships’ master-at-arms passed by at arms length with the master key, 
and soon all but one of the prisoners escaped into the open sea.  
Maintaining visual contact, they swam to a large compartment that 
had maintained its integrity, and climbed aboard to overwhelm the 
two soldiers stranded there.  The evening sun would find the 
fifteen survivors floating on a peaceful sea towards a perfect 
sunset.
	The hours merged into days, and they were slowly losing 
their fight for survival.  At first, they had delegated 
responsibilities well, and were able to catch enough seafood to 
keep their strength, but the suns assault and the lack of fresh 
water became the epitaph of five more male members.  Their bodies 
were used to feed the remaining survivors in a grisly, yet 
necessary feast of flesh.  As the will to survive began to ebb from 
the remaining souls, a small glint of light could be seen on the 
horizon giving them new hope.  The evening moon was now full, 
illuminating the eddies in the water as the ship drew near the 
island.  Although there was a substantial amount of mist rising 
from the tropical forest in the night air, one could clearly see a 
large structure atop the only mountain on the island.  Smoke would 
billow from the roof sporadically, and there was a muted yet 
constant pounding of large drums emanating from somewhere within 
the jungle.  Using the last of their collective energies, they sank 
the remains of their unwitting rescue vessel, and swam to shore 
silently, avoiding sudden movements and words.  Once ashore, they 
found a small clearing, and positioned themselves strategically in 
a circle; they were now down to ten - five men and five women that 
had paired off during the long voyage.
	The morning light brought the sounds of the islands’ 
inhabitants to the ears of the weary survivors.  A hunting party 
moved into the clearing equipped with long slender spears, leather 
attire, and reptilian footwear and paused when the leader paused to 
sniff at the air.  Knowing this to be their only opportunity, the 
refugees jumped their victims, catching them completely by 
surprise.  The struggle was intense but brief, and it wasn’t until 
the pirates were exchanging attire that they realized they had 
successfully overcome a party of female warriors.  They hurriedly 
hid the bodies in thick undergrowth and quickly moved away from the 
scene.  It wasn’t until Raul, the self-appointed leader, collapsed 
that they stopped to survey their surroundings.  He had taken a 
spear to his groin, and was losing a lot of blood.   His companion 
quickly loosened his clothing and applied pressure to the wounds; 
but the remaining crew knew the Amazons would certainly follow his 
broken blood trail; and they moved off towards their conquest, 
clearly visible from where they rested.  The couple remained 
behind, comforting one another until their hosts sliced their 
throats, and carved out their genitals for the evenings sacrifice.
	The temple was easily over two hundred meters long,  one 
hundred wide and ascended over three hundred meters into the air.  
There was a ledge adorned with female figures approximately one 
third the way up the sloping structure and their were stairs that 
led to an opening adjacent to the ledge.  Most impressive was the 
golden skin - flawless, seamless, and radiant; the gold shone with 
a brilliance that defied description.  One could only grasp brief 
glimpses in the sunlight because of the glare, but only one glance 
was needed to affirm the riches therein.  Amidst hushed enthusiasm, 
they formed four pairs and determined their survey and secondary 
regroup areas.  As they dispersed into the jungle, they were 
surrounded by over a hundred beautiful warriors who, after a brief 
struggle, captured the would-be thieves, and hauled their 
restrained figures to a raised arena in front of the Queen.
	She was an awesome figure, enthroned in gold and white 
furs.  Her majestic countenance demanded subserviency and her voice 
thundered with authority.  She hardly noticed the captives, and 
even after their clothing was torn from their bodies, she ignored 
their pleading eyes and trembling spirits.  After a dark and mystic 
incantation with her eyes rolled into her head, the Queen 
approached the female victims, and with a great flourish, slashed 
their lower abdomens wide open  one at a time.  The huge crowd of 
warriors roared with every slash of the golden dagger, waving their 
spears in approval.  The Queen was followed by a dark figure of 
many years, who unmercifully tore the womans’ sexuality from 
between their trembling legs and threw the bloody mass into a 
cauldron she was carrying.  The victims watched in horror, as their 
once beautiful sexuality became a mass of blood and entrails; and 
fainted from the sheer horror.  A second creature followed with 
large breasts and a dangling scrotum, and threw acid on the open  
wounds; pausing to watch their lower torso literally dissolve into 
a grotesque pulp before moving on to the next victim.   
	The male victims were so enraged, that they began to curse 
their captors openly, only to be silenced by brunt ends of the 
warriors spears.  They were carried to the base of the golden 
temple, and splashed with cold water to bring them back to their 
senses.  At spear point, they were forced up the steep staircase 
and down a long corridor amidst the jeers and insults of the Amazon 
hoard.  Once inside, they were amazed to see the sloping walls and 
artifacts covered with the same gold as the exterior of the 
building.  In the center of the central room was a large pit that 
belched golden acrid smoke, a long table, a golden pot suspended 
over the pit and recessed shelves with rows of small golden items.  
The men were forcefully tied to the table, and four lovely maidens 
covered in sheer golden fabric approached their victims, turned and 
bowed to their Queen, then began to gently stimulate the flaccid 
genitals.  Their hands were soft and covered with fine oil, and 
their eyes were aglow with anxious curiosity as they massaged and 
manipulated their organs into firm erections.  As the men became 
aroused enough for their ball sack to tighten, the golden pot was 
swung over their genitals, and a golden super-heated stream flowed 
from the spout and onto their erect organs, instantly covering 
them.  The men screamed and spasmed as their semen raced through 
their organs to impact into the rapidly cooling liquid.  Within 
moments, the cast was set, and  after a mystic incantation, she 
brought the golden knife across the base of their throbbing 
members, detaching them completely with one swift motion.  Once the 
four victims were neutered, the table slowly raised at one end and 
the ropes were cut to allow the terrified victims to slide into the 
volcano below.  	
	The Queen emerged from the temple, holding the small golden 
trophies aloft.  A faint smile was visible, as she turned to the 
dark figure beside her, who was holding aloft a kettle filled with, 
among other potions, the reproductive organs from the female 
victims.  There would be a giant feast this night, and hangovers to 
nurse on the morrow, but there would be little memory of the souls 
that lost their lives this day.  Tomorrow, the potion would be 
discarded along with the kitchen waste, and the four small golden 
trophies would be placed on one of the recessed shelves, along with 
countless others; a gleaming tribute, and a future toy for one of 
the warriors feasting below.