Olympic Tale

Warriors of the Woods rescue and roast a downed pilot.

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						Olympic Tale

	The Cessna 172 drifted lazily over the peaks of the Olympic 
Mountains.  Occasional updrafts would buffet the aircraft,  but the 
aircraft was designed to play in this environment, and  would gently 
bounce and sway only to return to its original course.  It had taken 
three years for Steve to pull the money together to finally purchase 
the aircraft, and every time it left the ground his heart would soar 
with his new found freedom.  His first few solo flights had been 
extremely conservative, but lately, he had taken a liking to skimming 
the crest of the various peaks, some still coated with permenant 
glaciers.  As the aircraft would climb away from each  dive, he would 
roll the aircraft slightly to get a glimpse of the wilderness below 
him.  Although buffeted by rain and cold, the Olympics were a perfect 
playground for the adventurer - with parks, hiking trails, and many 
unexplored areas in which to play.  Rumors told of the Sasquatch, a 
furry oversized ape, that hid among the majestic firs in the region, 
but they were merely stories often told around campfires amidst wide-
eyed  youth.  The scientific communities merely scoffed at the 
thought of a neanderthal wandering somewhere below; and Steve had 
agreed with them.  Although he was a distinguished anthropoligist, 
his philosophy had always been to "believe only when seen."  

	He rolled the aircraft for another pass over one of the snow-
dusted peaks, when he heard the sickening sounds of the engine 
icing.  He quickly flipped the heater switches in the cockpit, but 
before they could respond,  the once graceful bird began a gradual, 
yet pronounced descent into the wilderness below.  Steve barely had 
time to position the nose into the wind as the belly came in contact 
with the first limbs from the towering firs.  One of the wing 
supports caught on a larger trunk, and the aircraft spun 
unmercifully, throwing its startled pilot through the unlatched door 
before careening into another pine and disappearing into the needle-
matted forest floor below.  The sounds of impact were sickening to 
Steve as he clung desperately to the first tree he had ever become 
intimate with.  His chest felt smashed by the impact, but he 
continued his bear hug the trunk to give his head time to clear, and 
plan his next move.  He looked down, through the branches and saw a 
figure looking at him - he couldn't be sure, but he thought it could 
be a woman.  He called out,  but his voice cracked as the pain in his 
chest squeezed the wind from him. Through his clouded vision he 
looked down again to see that his silent witness had vanished.  



	The bough supporting him suddenly snapped, sending him tail-
first into the foilage below.  Mercifully, he landed on a gentle 
slope; saving his back, and rolling him into a decayed tree trunk.  
He  just layed there, panting from the exertion of the fall.  After a 
few moments, he eased himself into a sitting position, and ran a body 
check - bruised ribs, a sprained ankle, and the shit scared out of 
him, but nothing broken.  He was extremely fortunate, and slumped 
back to regain his breath and thank his creator for the life he had.  
When he felt a little stronger, he eased himself up, and gingerly 
limped a few paces over to a small uprooted tree, where he fashioned 
a walking stick using his trusty pocketknife.  Knowing the elements 
could quickly put a man down, he gathered his slightly torn flight 
jacket around himself, and set out to gather some firewood and 
shelter.  He found shelter beneath a fallen tree.  It took most all 
the fluid in his lighter to start the matted fir needles, but 
gratefully, a tiny flame flickered and took hold, promising some 
warmth and security for the night ahead.  There was enough water 
gathered in pools nearby that he could use to quench his thirst.  
With mornings' light he vowed to head for the sounds of a river 
somewhere below - to follow it to what he hoped would be 
civilization.  For tonight, he would rest; and with one final 
excursion to collect firewood, he returned to collapse by the warmth 
he had created.

	Steve was unaffected by the sounds about him; he was too 
exhausted to even be scared.  As he drifted off into a fitful 
slumber, he was vaguely aware of the footfalls around him.  Slowly 
they lifted  his form, a gift from the Sky Princess, onto the hastily 
made stretcher, and moved swiftly through the night like  invisible 
spirits.  Knowing the forest better than their own bodies, they 
gracefully moved through the branches without the need for any light, 
fearful that it would betray their presence.  Fully unaware of his 
journey, Steve continued sleeping fitfully, unshaken by the female 
forms laboring to insure his safe passage.  They brought him into the 
main cavern; a cave of roughly 2000 square foot, meticulously carved 
from rock complete with alcoves and a fire pit in the center. Tonight 
he would sleep here on a hastily made bed of pine boughs.  One by 
one, they trickled into the surrounding alcoves, murmuring to 
themselves in a subdued yet entusiastic tones.  The campfire Steve 
had worked so hard to create was now a faint plume of smoke and 
embers, mercifully extinguised by the moisture from the nights 
encroaching mist.  Except for the occasional rustle of one of the 
nocturnal creatures, the forest became a sleeping wilderness.

	He awoke with a start; the stench compelled him to grasp his 
nose in disgust.  In front of him, a seven foot, hairy biped glared 
at him with dark eyes.  It had a raised forehead, high cheekbones, 
long fingers and the stance of a primate.  Steve had encountered his 
first Sasquatch.  Still tender in his ribs, he slowly raised up onto 
his elbow for a closer look at the creature; who immediately bared 
its  teeth in response.  Resigned only to observe, he  eased back 
down on the mat and studied the anatomical structure of the beast, 
making mental notes that would never be published.  After a brief 
calm, a stately yet decidedly feminine voice exclaimed:

	"Kay ayunda Tonda; chaa!"

	Startled, Steve turned towards the voice to find himself 
confronted by several stone-sharpened spear points aimed directly at 
his throat.  The beast grumbled from deep within its throat, then 
shuffled  away to disappear beyond the caves entrance; the flies 
buzzing around his enlarged genitals leaving with him.  He gulped and 
froze; furiously trying to analyze the words he just heard in an 
effort to speak to his captors.  His eyes met theirs, and his mouth 
dropped open.  Covered with animal furs, probably bear skins, were 
some of the most beautiful  female faces he had ever seen.  Their 
complexions were white as snow, their wide eyes dark as night, and 
their high cheekbones and straight black hair had definative asian 
origins.  Their stance was as rigid as the fir that spun his aircraft 
about, and there was no hesitation in their movements.  He could feel 
his excitement began to rise from within - this could be an, as yet, 
undiscovered tribe!  From above, her voiced boomed again:

	"Abooha, chaa!" 

	The girls took a few paces back, then dropped to their 
haunches using thier spears to keep their bodies still and rigid.  

	"You are a human male?"  The voiced questioned with authority.

	"Yes, and I'm intriqued . . ."

	"Silence!" The faceless voice barked, "You are a gift from 
our Princess to fertilize our breeders, and be sacrificed at the new 
moon. You will respond only to our given commands, and any 
insubordination will be dealt with severely.  Do not look us in the 
eyes, and do not attempt to escape or your execution will be 
immediate. Do you understand?"

	Steve nodded, afraid to speak.  But he moved his eyes to look 
in the direction of the voice without moving his head; and he saw her 
for the first time.  Unlike her subordinates, she was a flawless 
Nordic beauty, with fine golden hair, sterling blue eyes, and a 
pristine face and figure that were virtually flawless in every 
detail.  She stood from an outcropping overlooking the interior of 
the entire cave with the grace and poise of a true queen.  Her eyes 
moved between Steve and her subjects, noting every movement while 
saying nothing.  The front of her furs were slightly opened, 
revealing just the hint of the best-toned female form he had ever 
seen, much less imagined.  He slid to his kness, humbled by her 
beauty and composure; a fearful captive who hoped to learn her 
secrets before the new moon. 

	"Ayunda impar, chaa." she commanded, then turned and 
disappeared.  

	Two warriors stepped forward, and grasped each of his arms, 
and a third pointed her spear to the small of his back as he was 
obliged to follow them.  A forth followed behind as they left the 
shelter of the cave and strolled to the nearby river.  Once there, 
one of the warriors began to remove his clothing roughly, using a 
hunting knife she produced from beneath her furs.  The air was cold 
against his bare skin, and the bruises from yesterdays brush with 
death were pronounced against his otherwise pale skin.  The fourth 
girl produced a scrub brush made of pine needles, and threw it to one 
of her companions, while maintaining a tight grip on the extra set of 
furs she was carrying.  The other warriors slipped the furs from 
their sleek shoulders, and guided him into a deep pool amidst the 
rushing water.  The river was barely above freezing, and Steve felt 
himself shivering uncontrollably as his captors removed the last of 
his clothing, and started scrubbing him from the soles of his feet to 
the top of his head.  When they reached his genitals, they paused, 
roughly pulling his testiclar sack and penis with harsh downward 
motions, sending spasms of pain down his legs.  Then, using the scrub 
brush, the scrubbed every pore of his manhood several times over. It 
was only the numbing cold of the water that kept him from collapsing 
from the sexual abuse he received.  After completely scrubbing  the 
remainder of his shivering body with firm, circular motions, they 
were satisfied that he was clean, and  pulled his tortured body up 
onto the shore, where they threw the fur over his head, and set about 
washing themselves. 

	From his position on the shoreline, he could watch them.  One 
of the warriors has remained to guard him - her spear at his throat, 
but the other three splashed into the freezing water, flinging their 
robes onto some of the overhanging tree limbs near the shore.  The 
splashed and played with a childlike innocence.  Their  well-muscled 
bodies were beautiful;  their skin was white and shiny, their breasts 
small and firm, their torsos slightly rounded with sensuous curves, 
their bottoms where tight and beautifully elliptical, and, as he 
studied their long sinewy legs that disappeared into the water, he 
knew he was witnessing the most sensual moment of his life.  They 
were goddesses unto themselves, and although he felt battered and 
abused, he could feel the first stirrings of his arousal.  The 
warriors began to play with one another, cuddling and stroking each 
other with genuine care and passion.  Soon two of his captives were 
on their knees, kissing and licking the velvety bush of the third, 
whose head was thrown back in passion.  As the muscles in her torso 
and thigh signalled her impending orgasm, her lovers stroked her with 
increased urgency sending her into spasms as she forcefully held them 
to her quivering body.  As in a well scripted ballet, the three 
dancers changed positon, renewing their erotic stimulation of one 
another.  Their breasts heaved  and bounced, partially bouyed by the 
freezing water, and by each other hands.  Their nipples protruded  
sharply, reflecting their arousal, and the waters cool message.  The 
lips of their womanhood were swollen and flushed pink; a dramatic 
contrast to the pale white skin of their tummies; their faces were 
contorted with pleasure, reflecting the stimulation that was shared 
so openly between them.  

	It was such an erotic picture, that Steve couldn't help but 
become aroused.  His erection formed an obvious bulge in the fur 
covering him.  His hips began to move with a mind of their own when 
his captor noticed him and yelped in a shrill squeal towards the 
other members of her party.   They abandoned their reveries and lept 
through the water with the grace of your deer.  Seeing Steves 
arousal, they ripped off the fur and began stabbing at his genitals 
with the blunt end of their spears.  He rolled over in agony, trying 
to protect his throbbing manhood, but they continued to jab at his 
anus and scrotum until he screamed in agony.  This stopped the free-
for all;  they quietly got dressed and half pulled, half-dragged his 
body back to the cave.  The entrance was virtually obscured by the 
foilage and undergrowth.   He was thrown to the floor in a 
demonstration of  their repulsion.  They stood without moving, joined 
by some of their other warriors, gazing up to the outcropping where 
the queen  soon appeared.

	" Kay Atook, chaa!" she commanded, and two of the warriors 
lifted him on to their shoulders, and carried him to the back of the 
cave where a long flight of  hand-carved stairs brought them to her 
lair.  She dismissed them with a graceful wave of her arm, and issued 
a few more commands to the women gathered below.  The crowd below her 
dispersed, returning to their previous duties while murmering of the 
disturbance that had brought them to the cave.  Some returned to 
their gardens, while others joined the already forming hunting party, 
others grabbed special u-shaped spears to snare some of the salmon so 
abundant up river, while still others split off to gather berries and 
firewood.  Only two remained within the cave, cleaning its myriad of 
perches and alcoves with pine boughs, before sweeping the floor.

	"So, as any other man, you can't control yourself," she 
smirked as she looked as his trembling form at her feet.  Isn't there 
just one of you that can respect a woman for her mind instead of her 
body?"

	He looked up, being careful not to make eye contact with her, 
focusing instead on the portion of her furs where her breasts were 
hidden.  "No - were just animals, guided by our instincts," he 
replied softly, yet with conviction; as he tried to hide any symptoms 
of the pain he was experiencing.

	"Good answer!"  She retorted, and knelt down beside him to 
look into his face.  "I demand honesty, and must admit that a 
stimulating conversation with a member of the opposite gender would 
be refreshing from time to time.  Can you offer me that?"  She asked 
with raised eyebrows.

	He took the liberty to look into her beautiful eyes and 
responded; "That all depends on your conception of stimulating."

	A smile graced her sultry lips, revealing a perfect set of 
white teeth.  "Well, there may be hope for you after all Mr. Steve 
Marx!  I took the liberty of examining your wallet - you're not what 
one would call 'financially secure' are you?  Seems to me that you 
should be organizing expeditions rather than joyriding around my 
piece of sky!"

	Steve was beside himself.  First she could speak English 
intelligently.  Second, she was asking for his intelectual input, 
revealing both curiosity and acceptance.  And third, from his vantage 
point, he could see that she was even more beautiful than he had 
first imagined; the mounds on her chest and the curves of her hips 
and thighs were far more pronounced, and her olive skin was 
flawless.  "I knew you had my wallet," he mused; "Mind if I sit up, 
or is this subjugation game your only means of communicating with the 
opposite sex?"

	"Ho, strike one for the intruder!" She clapped her hands with 
glee bringing the attention of the two girls below.  "You are my 
victim, and I am your captor - get it!" she exclaimed.

	"Sure," he retorted, "Now, do you mind if I sit up?"  

	"Oh, go ahead," she feigned frustration.  "Next thing you'll 
need is a drink, then a bed, than a woman, and who knows what after 
that!"  The cynisism in her voice dripped like honey.

	"A good meal!"  He exclaimed.

	"Good answer!  Get up off that floor; sit over here and keep 
me company.  But if you should forget whose kingdom this is, rest 
assured I have no qualms about sending you into the fire pit  below 
face first!"  Her face was aglow with anticipation as he eased 
himself into the chair made of wood and padded with cushions filled 
with soft matting.

	"Right; so who are you, how did you inherit this kingdom, and 
what in the hell was that primate standing over me when I awoke this 
morning?"

	"Wo, Wo, Wo, hang on a minute, Dr Livingston; I'm the queen 
and your the knave - you answer my questions and I might, and I 
emphasize might, respond to yours . . Got it?"

	"No," he retorted; "If you want conversation, it's going to 
take two to play, and from where I sit, I only see one!"

	Her silence unnerved him; and he feared that he may have just 
purchased a one way ticket to the fire pit.  She strolled over to the 
large bed, also fashioned in a like manner to the chair where he sat, 
and eased her languid frame on to its mattress.  Her lovely features 
became ever more apparent, and as part of her leg extended from 
beneath her furs, he caught a glimpse of her thigh and dainty little 
feet; she was as perfect as he could imagine the female of the human 
species could be.  He toes were small and slim, crowning her foot 
whose contour was a shoe-makers dream.  Her exposed leg showed no 
signs of shaving although there wasn't a hair to me seen anywhere.  
The muscles were well defined, smoothing her leg into perfect 
contours.  He found himself entranced and fought to keep himself from 
staring.  

	"Alright, I'll give you that," she offered after much 
thought. "I'm Nera; and I'm definately not from this God-foresaken 
rain forest, but came here much in the same manner as yourself.  My 
subjects were remnants from an ill-fated Korean airliner filled with 
young refugees.  I got rid of the boys to eliminate any authority 
conflicts, and have lived here, virtually undisturbed with my loyal 
subjects for years."  She shifted her form, exposing even more of her 
perfect legs; Cleopatra would have been jealous. "Tonda, or that 
primate, as you call him, is probably some reject from who knows 
where.  He and his family live just over the hill, and for some 
unknown reason, watch over us like a misplaced guardian angel.  Now 
that we've finished  our 'lets get acquainted'  talk Romeo, why don't 
you come over here - I'll show you mine if you'll show me yours!"  
With a quick flourish, she opened her robes, and revealed her body to 
him.  Her face was flawless; her neck long and languid, her shoulders 
smooth and silky, her breasts full and firm, her nipples tiny and 
teasing, her belly was blissfully smooth, and her legs were llong and 
languid; her arms were perfectly contoured and her skin was shiny and 
gleamed with the healthy foods the forests had surrendered to her.  
Her sex was barely covered by a wisp of light brown hair, and the 
fullness of her love lips revealed the passion that had built for so 
long.  Her clitoris was a bright red bud, trembling with 
anticipation, and her vulva was awash with the cream of her passion.

	He dare not make her wait, and with as few motions as 
possible, he removed the robe from his battered body, dove onto her 
bed,  and began kissing every inch of her perfect body.  She 
responded by rolling onto her back and slightly spreading those 
beautiful legs, as her hands caressed his hair and light sighs of 
passion escaped from her lips.  He continued down her neck and 
shoulders to her breasts, once again completely bathing every portion 
of her with kisses and gentle nibbles,  Her erect nipples became 
engorged, and a slight trickle of milk dribbled from the left bud.  
His journey continued down her smooth belly, in through her navel, 
and down the creamy smooth thighs.  As he slid down her right thigh, 
the stimulation became far to much for her love-starved body to 
endure, and she pulled his head to her sex, rubbing her clitoris 
frantically against his lips.  He couldn't move from her vice-like 
grip, and resigned himself to stimulate her pussy with his tongue as 
she spasmed with wave after wave of orgasmic reliease.  Her sighs 
echoed throughout the cave, and those who heard her, smiled 
knowingly.  Not wanting to ever stop, Steve continued to lick the 
cream she was so profusely ejaculating, moving his head more freely 
into her womanhood.  Her legs had now moved up to replace her hands 
on both sides of his head, while her hands now tore at his back.  She 
bucked like a horse with a bee sting giving Steve the ride of his 
life.  Finally, after what seemed like hours of orgasms and gallons 
of cream, she released a long, exasperated sigh, arching her back 
high into the air, then collaped like a rag doll.  Maintaining his 
basic position, Steve moved his head up to her abdomen, and rested it 
there, feeling the occasional spasms as her muscles relaxed..

	He was jarred awake by her legs, that once again had a vice-
like hold on his head.  His brain was screaming in agony, and he 
began to see flashing lights as she jerked his head from one side of 
the bed to the other in violent motions.  Suddently, she jerked and 
twitched, releasing his head.  He looked up to see her head tilted 
back, with her face contorted from the spasms of yet another orgasm.  
Knowing she was in a compromising position; he scurried up her silky 
torso, and while lifting his frame with his right hand, he positioned 
his rising manhood with his left, and slowly eased into her warm, 
silky vagina.  She sighed, and lifted her knees closer to her chest 
to give his organ an easier voyage into the depths of her being.  
Without once opening her eyes, her hands reached down to cradle his 
scrotum, as he began to slowly and lovingly copulate with this most 
beautiful creature.  The gentle thrusts with her hips, her gentle 
sighs, and her silky hands on his swollen gonads brought him ever so 
close to his release into her beautiful belly.  His thrusts became 
more pronounced, and he could feel her employ the muscles of her 
vagina in a rhythmic stroking of his member.  Her legs locked around 
his, and she began forcing her enlarged clitoris into the matted hair 
covering his pubic bone.  Just as he felt the warmth signaling his 
release, he felt the muscles in her vagina spasm twice, then her 
entire body convulse as another orgasm shattered her.  As she 
embraced him in her orgasmic throes, he felt he seed explode into her 
womb.  Her vaginal muscles spasmed along the length of his member 
forcefully, squeezing his seed deep into her receptive womb, and 
draining all of the semen his body had to offer.  They both 
collapsed; he rolled over onto his side, maintaining his embrace, and 
keeping his softening member inside the exquisite warmth of her 
womanhood.  She had a faint but recognizable smile on her face.  As 
he drifted into a fitful sleep his thought this singular act of 
passion may have saved his life.  It didn't.

	He was awakened by his head banging on the steps as two of 
the warriors dragged his body down to the fire pit by his feet.  He 
was still naked, and his pubis was still covered by the sticky 
residue of their lovemaking.  Above him, she could hear her screaming:

	"I've been defiled, your Queen is defiled!"

	Of course they couldn't understand her screams, but they 
instinctively knew she wasn't quite herself, compelling them to kick 
at him with hostility and frustration.

	"You, Steven Marx, shall fulfill the mission for which you 
were sent; you shall fertilize my breeders, and die!" Her words were 
spoken with sheer anger - she had fallen victim to him in a moment of 
weakness, and she would never forgive his intrusion into her 
femininity.  She disappeared from the ledge, half stumbling to her 
bed where she fell face first, beating her hands on the pillows in 
frustration.

	Several of the warriors disappeared outside, while the 
remainder huddled around their cringing  victim, trying to kick his 
withering manhood.  They returned with a wooden fashioned cross, 
which they tied his ankles and wrists to, and carried him to one of 
the smaller caves outside.  It was dark within, and fungus was 
clinging to every surface except the floor.  Steve could feel the 
humidity in the air, and occasionally felt drops of moisture on his 
anatomy.  His body felt like one large breathing bruise, with his 
scrotum taking the brunt of the attack.  He was weak and fearful, 
wondering if his next encounter with these women would be his last.  
His wait was shortlived; for within moments, a chubby figure appeared 
at the entrance, prodded by some of the warriors spears just beyond 
his view.  A fence, made of clean cut saplings and knotted together 
with vines was fastened to the opening, and the mutterings of the 
warriors disappeared within the sounds of the forest.  Two remained 
behind to guard the entrance, sharpening thier spears with primitive 
stones as they waited.  

	Shortly, he felt a soft pudgy forefinger trace a path up his 
flaccid member along the urethra, and up and around the corona.  In 
revulsion, he tried to think of something that would turn his mind 
from this scene of forced sex to a happier time.  She continued to 
fondle his soft meat, stroking the underside of the glans and tracing 
circles around the meatus with her fingernail.  The stirrings slowly 
began to return to his manhood, although his gonads continued to 
throb from their earlier assault.  He could tell she lacked 
experience, but learned quickly, as she slid her mouth over his 
organ, and began a sensual message with her mouth and tongue.  His  
moans taught her the correct way to stimulate him, and within 
minutes, she had brought his manhood back to its original glory.  
Still dripping from her saliva, she positioned herself over him and 
slowly eased her pussy onto his pulsing meat.  She was a virgin, and 
as he felt his glans tear through her hymen, he felt her body spasm, 
and heard her cry out.  He wanted to comfort her, but feared one of 
the warriors would hear his words, and renew their attacks on his 
masculinity.  Slowly, deliberately, she began short thrusts with her 
hips, rocking them forward occasionally to help ease the discomfort.  
He felt a tear fall to his chest, and became angered with his 
helplessness.  She continue to ride him, slowly increasing the length 
of her strokes, and using her hands on his chest as a fulcrum.  He 
could feel the blood of her deflowing around the base of his organ, 
and the dry walls of her vagina gradually become moist with the 
continued stimulation.  As she began to sigh and heave with the 
erotic sensations of her first copulation with a man, he in turn 
became excited; and although her weight was somewhat distracting, the 
sensations of this virgin pussy stroking his battered member became 
too much, and he spasmed with another orgasm.  The force of the 
ejecualtion sent waves of pain into his scrotal sack, making him cry 
out.  She rolled off of his sweating body, and quickly stuffed some 
leaves into her dripping pussy in an effort to keep the sperm within 
her womb.  She then lay next to him, with her hips slightly raised  
to help his sperm reach her ripening egg.  He fell asleep - a 
troubled sleep of exhaustion. 

	He was awakened by the scratching noises made by the gate 
opening, and another small figure appeared in the doorway.  She was 
just the opposite of her predecessor - thin and scrawny.  He could 
make out the two bones in each of her legs and arms and he feared for 
her.  She walked directly over to his body, and began short up and 
down strokes with her hand around his shriveled manhood.  He knew 
this would never work, and fell  asleep before the first breeder rose 
from her rest and left the cave.  He stirred when he felt her tiny 
hands untie the securing lines on his wrists;  for an instance he 
thought she was setting him free.  Slowly he reached up, and gently 
kissed her on the cheek; then stumbled for the opening,  His ankles 
were still secured, and upon careful examination, he saw the point of 
a spear on either side of the caves' opening.  His mind raced with 
options, but before he could reach down to untie his legs, he felt 
her warm little mouth on his manhood.  He groaned, knowing that his 
gonads were not up to the expectations the tribe had placed upon 
him.  She continued working fervently; and it took the better part of 
an hour before her stimulation finally brought his erection back from 
the dead.  With his arms free, he embraced this little angel as she 
positioned herself over his manhood.  He felt her hymen rip apart.  
She was wet inside, but so incredibly tight that he experienced pain 
with each of her downward thrusts.  His glans felt as if a tourniquet 
had been applied around the corona, and his grunts told her that he 
could not give her the seed her womb so desperately sought in this 
position.  She lifted her pussy from his moist glans and replaced it 
with her lips, running her tongue around the corona and meatus with 
ever increasing suction.  He succumbeed to her direct stimulation, 
and as he felt his milk began its journey past his prostrate, she 
quickly jumped on his hips, and with one swift motion placed his 
throbbing glans into the opening of her womanhood. With a mighty 
downward thrust,  she forced his meatus into her cervix where his 
organ exploded, pumping three large bursts into her incubator.  He 
lifted her frail body off of his tightly sqeezed organ.  She curled 
into a ball next to him, resting his head on her chest and that is 
the way they remained through the remainder of the night.

	The morning, and the dawning of a new day would bring new 
life to Steves' hopes for escape.  With his hands still untied, he 
gently moved the curled figure away from his body, and untied his 
ankles.  With the stealth of what he thought was a cat, he crept to 
the opening and peered out.  There was some activity, but he felt he 
could slip into the trees behind him unnoticed.  Both of the 
warriors  guarding him were dozing, as he quietly worked with the 
securing line for the gate.  The knots were simple but effective; 
their simplicity allowing him relative ease at untying them.  His 
little companion stirred, but after a quick yawn, she rolled over and 
returned sleep.  She was a cute little gal, and under other 
circumstances, would have been a delight to play with in the comfort 
of his own bedroom.  He returned to his work, and with surprisingly 
little effort was able to move the gate enough to slip into the 
undergrowth on the hill.  He moved away as silently as he could, 
relying on all his learned skills and instincts.  She had seen him.  
As he crept backwards into the denser underbrush facing the clearing 
to insure he wasn't followed, she reached out and grabbed him with 
her left hand over his mouth, and her right hand holding the knife to 
his throat.  They both fell over backwards into a growth of sword 
ferns, where she kept the knife firmly to his throat.  He knew his 
struggle was useless, so he rolled off of her with his hands on the 
back of his hiead, and his face in the dirt.  

	She jumped to her feet, knowing he was now hers, and with a 
swift kick to his abdomen, rolled him over to face her.  Without 
saying a word, she began fumbling his manhood, the knife still firmly 
pressed to his gasping throat.  His naked back was being scratched by 
the fern leaves, and he could feel some beetles struggling to escaped 
under his freezing butt cheeks.   She continued roughly stroking his 
manhood, her efforts were painful with their frenzy and lack of 
passion.  Finally, after a few minutes, she gave up, and kicked him 
in his ballsac three times with rapid succesion - her frustration 
easily visible in her contorted facial features.  As he lay in the 
fetal position, cringing, she pushed him onto his back with her foot 
and sat on his face.  She hadn't bathed in some time, and the stench 
of her unbathed genitalia was so oppresive he began to gag.  She 
slumped and rolled off him; the force of the blow from his little 
naked lover from the night before hand temporarily stunned the 
warrior.  Barely able to stand, her grabbed her tender hand, and and 
they both plunged through the underbrush, and their mutually sought 
freedom.  Just over the crest of the hill, the warriors were waiting; 
for her, it was a few brief words of admonishment, and an escort back 
to camp; for him it was a thorough lashing with pine boughs across 
his genitalia and chest.  Unconsciousness could never come to soon to 
his tortured body, and with its' sweet release, they pulled him back 
to the small cave where a 45-year old was waiting, smacking her 
toothless gums. 

	The breeders continued to arrive and depart late into the 
night; one had no arm, another was missing part of her legs, some 
previously warriors - others without the right stuff, some eager to 
please,  others who only sought his sperm, some virgins, others too 
with pussys to large to stimulate a man.  He had lost count, and lost 
care, as one by one they entered; stimulating him, stroking him, 
sucking him, and fucking him; all with the same dispondancy.  No 
longer was he a man; he was now a sperm machine, donating his lifes' 
milk to whoever could bring him to climax regardless of  their age or 
shape.  As the day slipped away, so did his strength, until, by late 
evening, he could barely life his head.  Outside, the sky revealed 
the last quarter - tomorrow was the new moon.

	The next morning revealed a flurry of activity about the 
mouth of the cave.  Warriors and breeders alike frantically dug to 
complete the pit before nightfall.  Smaller firepits surrounded the 
large one; each lined with a waterproof matting and filled with 
animal fat.  Over the main pit, two stakes arose with their forks set 
at equal heights.  Berries, and various roots and seasonings were 
smashed together and ground into a pulp to be used to season the 
carcass.  Next to the main fire pit, a large oak table was set, and a 
special tablecloth used only for this occasion was stretched and tied 
under the wooden frame of the table.  Benches were set in a 
semicircle facing the main cavern.   The ceremonial spit was cut 
down, and sharpened at one end to a perfect point.  A large wooden 
wheel was attached to the other end, and the entire assembly was 
hefted onto the shoulders of the warriors and carried to the camp 
amidst much singing and dancing.  The barrel filled with aged 
blackberry wine, was brought out to a special table of its' own 
amidst cheers of approval from the camp.  The Queen looked upon the 
preparations with satisfaction.  He had been good to her, but they 
always are when they know there life is threatened.  She returned to 
her chambers, to prepare her special robes, and incantations.  Even 
the Sasquatch were aroused from their normal scavenging, and watched 
the proceeding from nearby, knowing they would share in the offering 
later that night.

	At midday, his cave of copulation was opened, and his 
exhausted body was dragged  to the river where he was tied to a 
post.  A large hollow vine was forced  down his throat,  and river 
water was poured into its exposed opening continually, until they 
were satified that Steve had a clear bladder.  He was then tied with 
his wrists to his ankles, where the same tube was forced into his 
anus and he was flushed clean of any bodily wastes that may be stored 
within. They then thoroughly bathed  his battered corpse in the 
freezing water.   Too exhausted to care, he submitted to his purging 
without resistance, only to collapse once he was returned to the 
camp.   The day rapidly  gave way to the setting sun, and the 
anticipation throughout the camp became electric.  As the sun gave 
its last burst of light over the mountains to the west, the Queen 
slowly descended the stairs for her final offering for the 
unconditional generousity of the Sky Princess.

	Two kettle drums, located behind the benches began their 
steady resonance as she entered the circle of fire; her robe was deep 
red with gold trim, that  refected a velvety sheen in the twilight.  
A hush settled over the clearing, penetrating the surrounding 
forests.  As she pointed to each pit, an warrior obediently set a 
torch to the animal fat which immediately burst into flame.   
Finally, the large fire pit was lit, and the resounding "whoosh" 
threatened to take their breath away from the entire collective.  
Their eyes glowed with anticipation.  Steves tortured body was tied 
securely to the oak table, his battered extremities virtually 
lifeless, and his will broken to the whims of his captors.  She 
stepped over to his naked form mumbling incantaions of another time, 
her eyes alight with the fires before her.  With her velvet hand, she 
began to caress and squeeze his overworked manhood, now virtually 
numb from its constant stimulation over the past two days.  Her hands 
worked skillfully along the most sensitive regions of his glans and 
meatus, gently bringing those warm sensations to his organ for one 
last release.  He felt his body beginning to respond to her, and he 
remembered the afternoon they had spent together, with the orgasm 
that had sealed his fate.  His manhood became more prominent and her 
stroking became faster along with her breathy incantations.  As her 
stimulation gained new momentum, the electricity in the crowd gained 
new life until all the members old and young alike were standing, 
stomping their feet to the rhythm behind them.  

	His erection now complete, she continued to stroke him faster 
and faster.  He was nearing his peak, and he felt his final load 
gathering velocity as it screamed towards the tip of his manhood.  He 
shut his eyes tightly, and tried to block out the maddening noise 
around him to concentrate on his  impending orgasm.  As the first 
stream shot forth onto his chest, the Queen  grabbed the jewel-
crested knife and positioned it at the base of his throbbing 
manhood.  As the second stream of milk shot into the air, she changed 
the positon of her hand to grasp both his manhood and ballsack, and 
applied quick pressure to the handle which in turn severed his 
genitals in one swift motion.  Blood and semen dripped from the 
meatus of  his detached member as she held it aloft for all to see.  
The roar from the crowd was deafening, but were unheard to Steve, as 
his life blood pulsed from his open wound and down onto the forest 
floor.  He screamed, and screamed until his vocal cords failed him 
and darkness enveloped his consciousness.  His body spasmed twice in 
quick succession, as his mind tried to get his body to respond.  He 
expired with a final twitch and the rush of air from his collapsing 
lungs.  She studied the dismembered manhood for a moment, remembering 
what pleasure it had produced such a short time ago.  The crescendo 
of the warriors howls became deafening, as she eased the purplish 
organ to her mouth and bit off the glans with a quick flourish.  She 
chewed it thoughtfully amidst the din, savouring its texture and 
flavor, still slightly salty from the sperm remaining within.  
Without reservation, she eased the rest of the organ beyond her 
perfectly formed teeth, and chewed the bloody gristle slowly, 
savoring the remaining blood and semen squirting out with every 
stroke of her jaw.  Finally, only a purplish pulp remained.  She 
reached into her mouth, and gingerly removed the two intact gonads, 
then spat what remained of Steve's sexuality into the fire. 

	  She then wielded the knife again, making a slit from his 
breastbone to the opening where his  manhood had once  resided.  His 
abdominal cavity opened slightly allowing her to remove his entrails, 
including his lungs, which she reverently placed into a basket that 
was stowed under the table.  Two warriors immediately stepped 
forward, and carried the basket to the edge of the clearing where the 
Sasquatch eagerly awaited. She uttered the last of her incantations, 
washed her blood stained arms and hands in a  nearby basin, and with 
a  broad smile embracing her formerly solemn face, she proclaimed:

	"Let the festivities began!"  

	A cheer burst from the clan, and the sharp point of the spit 
was positioned against Steves anus.  With a roar, eight of the 
warriors shoved the tip through his pelvis, past his still fluttering 
heart and into his brain cavity.  They basted his carcass with their 
hands, messaging the sweet marinade into every pore of the dying 
skin.  The roar was deafening and the wine began to flow freely as 
the impaled corpse was lifted over to the blazing fire, and the 
breeders took turns slowly spinning the corpse over the open flames, 
while others continually basted the sizzling flesh.  His hair was the 
first to burn free of the skeleton, and within a few moments, the 
fatty parts of the butt cheeks began to sizzle signaling that the 
entire roast was cooking evenly, and within an hour their building 
appetites would be satisfied.  The frenzied warriors danced and 
embraced in a ragged cirle around the main fire pit.  Some stole away 
to make love amidst the surrounding woods, while others tried to 
slice a quick morsel from the sizzling  carcass.  The Queen continued 
to smile; her tribe would soon be satiated with the flesh of the 
sacrifice and the effects of the blackberry wine, while deep in her 
womb, a new life was beginning. 



	Far above and to the north, the firefighting chopper Sky 
Princess took a southeasterly heading towards the reported fire along 
one of the slopes of an inaccesable canyon.  In her belly was a 
potent mixture of chemicals that supposedly could instantly 
extinguish any Class A fire immediately.  The only drawback was that 
in its gaseous state, it was highly toxic to humans.  As the chopper 
began its first pass, it was unaware of the humans below, and the 
Queen who was poised  to eat those two little gonads that would 
signal the breeders to start their carving . It reacted only to the 
hugh clouds of smoke rising from the burning animal fat.  The second 
pass did little to quench to flames; and a second aircraft with a 
belly full of water was dispatched to contain the inferno below.  The 
force of the jettisoned payload toppled some of the nearby trees, and 
snuffed the heat from the roaring fires below, as they expired with 
hardly a wiff of smoke.



	Below, the warriors bodies were washed into the river and 
landscape was washed clean of any traces of human habitation save the 
cave itself which would not be "discovered" for many years to come.  
In the weeks ahead, eighty-two bloated bodies would be found washed 
up along one of the rivers in a nearby Indian reservation.  None 
would ever be identified except for the gutted corpse of an 
anthropologist.  His story would remain a mystery.

	A small, frail figure huddled in the copulation cave.  She 
had come to lay a flower on the cross of the man she had tried to 
save, only to hear the anguished screams as her companions, as their 
bodies twisted in agony.  She watched the brave warriors collapse 
into convulsions, their eyes with with terror, and watched the life 
flow from them as they retched a mixture of blood and vomit.   For an 
eternity, she stared across the clearing towards the darkness of the 
bordering woods; and then, without a backward glance,  she set out 
across the wilderness to find a father for her child.  The Sasquatch 
watched her leave with sadness; they knew they would no longer be 
given free meats, and would have to obtain it in the way their 
ancestors did  when they first arrived from the heavens ages ago/.