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Story #5
by Tom Bombadil
(c) Apr 1997
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Amazonia
by Tom Bombadil
via stbush@iglou.com
Section 2b
Two days later, they arrived at another village. He had serviced
three more women and one more teenager en route, but he was no
longer enjoying himself doing so. The physical sensations were
there, and he did perform to their expectations, but mentally, it
was now a chore, not a pleasure. They either didn't notice the
difference or didn't care.
The new village was nearly identical to the one they had come from.
A welcoming committee of half-naked women and teenagers and totally
naked girls greeted them. Again, no men were around. An hour
later, all the excitement over and done with, he was led to another
shaded mat in the centre of the village and was again expected to
sit there on display. Why they bothered moving him, he couldn't
even begin to imagine.
That's when it happened.
"Halloo! Do you speak English?"
Tom's head snapped around so fast, he almost got whiplash.
Approaching was a white woman with a deep brown tan and blonde hair,
about six foot two, stout, with very little figure, smallish
breasts, and wearing the traditional grass skirt. He thought she
was quite ugly, but didn't care in the least. There was a huge
smile on his face as he stood up.
"Mhhh! <cough cough>" His voice was a little rusty from lack of
use. "My God! Am I glad to see you!"
"Hiya mate. I heard there was a new bloke on the island. Couldn't
wait to meet you!"
"Yes. Well, I crashed here a few weeks ago, and since then, you
wouldn't believe what's happened to me! What is this weird place?
And these women? More importantly, do you have a radio? Is there
any way off this island? And ..."
"Hold on there, mate. I ken you got a sackful of questions and I'll
fill you in with what I can. Just slow down a bit. Grab a piece of
mat and have a breather."
Tom sat down before his knees buckled. Relief washed through him
like a wave, leaving him giddy and lightheaded.
"I suppose introductions are in order. I recken you must be Tom.
You're a Yank, right?"
He nodded.
"Right. Well, the Sheilas been talkin' about nothin' but you
ever since you washed up in that blowup a few weeks back. My
name's Sam."
Sam stuck out a hand, and Tom shook it rather unsteadily.
"You're an Australian?"
"Right first try. Queensland. Been stuck on this God-forsaken
patch of hell for twelve years now. Yep. There ain't ...
Everything seemed to go silent and still as Tom's spirits came
crashing down. It was with a sense of desperation that he
interrupted Sam.
"Sam. Please. Tell me that you have a radio. Or a telephone. A
plane, a boat, something! Please!"
There was a sense of finality to the way Sam shook his head in the
negative. A long groan came from Tom as he fell back onto the
mat. "You mean there's no way off this fucking island?"
Once again, Sam said no.
"You're sure?"
"Mate, if there was a way off, I'd a been back home enjoyin' a
Foster's long since. The ladies tell me you came in by plane.
What's your story?"
Tom shook his head, unsure about what to do or say. "Yeah. I ran
out of gas running in front of the hurricane and didn't quite make
it to the beach. I survived. Nothing else did, not even the
radio."
"Now that is a cryin' shame, though I kinda figured it got broke,
the way you was carryin' on. I guess you're just as stuck as me
then. Sorry if I got your hopes up, mate, but there's not much I
can do, I'm afraid."
"Sorry. It's just that you're the first civilized person I've seen
since I crashed. I just assumed you'd have some way off this rock.
I thought ..."
"'S'all right, mate. I been through it all m'self. This place gets
to a body after a while. Kinda makes one strange, if you aren't
careful." Sam looked around the village for a few seconds. "Almost
got to me too, sorta like ... "
There was a pause, as Sam appeared to lose himself in thought.
"Well, you're here now," he finally continued. "So ask away."
Tom put voice to the question that was uppermost in his mind.
"Where are all the men?"
Sam laughed. Long, hard, and almost maniacally.
"S'truth! You sure came out with the worst one first. Tom, there
ain't no men here, 'cept you and me, and I don't count no more."
Tom stared, disbelief very apparent in his eyes.
Sam gazed down at his own body for a few seconds before looking Tom
in the eye.
"Mate, when I got stuck in this place, twelve bloody long years ago,
I was as much a man as you are now. This place changes a body. It
ain't natural. My mate, Jack, when he saw what was happenin', well,
it got to him. One mornin', he just climbed up one of them coconut
trees an' tried to fly home."
"But - but - what, how? I mean, look at you! You're a woman!
What gives?"
With a shrug, Sam answered. "Don't really know. Maybe there's
something in the water, or in the food. Maybe there's some weird
bug here. Whatever it is, that's why there ain't no blokes."
"How long..." Tom cleared his throat, gulped, then tried again.
"How long did it take?"
"Well, these," he hefted his breasts, "showed up after two years.
The ladies cut off the rest soon after."
"They WHAT?!"
"It didn't work no more anyway. If I'd fought too much, they
would'a killed me instead."
"You mean, they just - just ... " Tom struggled for words. "And
you let them!?"
He shrugged. "Hey, I'm still here, and I guess I got a reason to
hang around a bit longer."
"What?"
"I got a stake in this place now, just like you will soon enough."
"No fuckin' way! What the hell could I possibly think important in
this bloody place?"
"You mean you ain't figured it out yet? Yanks. I tell ya, if you
had to depend on your brains, you'd all be goners for sure. Look,
you been treated the same as I was, right?"
Tom just stared, appearing more than a little puzzled.
"The women. The sex! They been keepin' you real busy, right?"
He nodded. "Yeah, so?"
Sam rolled his eyes and shook his head. "Think! I got here twelve
years ago. It quit workin' eleven years ago. All the kids are
around ten or eleven. I figure half of 'em are mine and half are
Jack's, so that's about two hundred kids each. How many you done
so far?"
"That's what they're doing? You mean, they want me for ...
but ... all they want is a goddamn fuckin' sperm machine!?"
"Hey, you're a damned sight luckier than the last couple of blokes
who got stranded here. The ladies decided they weren't good enough
to service 'em or something, so they were eliminated."
"They were killed? But that's barbaric! Why didn't you stop them?"
He shrugged. "Nothin' I could do about it. They tolerate me 'cause
I don't cause no problems an' I pull my own weight. If I threw in
with some strange blokes, they'd do me too."
"Shit, what kind of hell is this? Waitaminit, all the kids I've
seen are girls. What happened to the boys?"
"Far as I can tell, there ain't none born here. At least, I never
saw none. Every one I saw born was a girl, and I saw plenty of
'em."
"Jesus H. Fuckin' Keerist. No guys. None. Just women. All right,
how many? How bloody many women do they expect me to service?"
Sam shrugged again. "Four, five hundred. I think that's how many
are about. Five villages, anyway. The bosses all get first crack
at you. Well, that's what Rhoda said when she told me you were on
your way."
"Rhoda?"
"The headwoman in these parts. You'll meet her soon enough."
"Four or five hundred?" Tom spoke quietly, almost whispering.
"What the hell did I do to deserve this anyway?"
"Pardon?"
"Huh? Sorry, I guess I was talking to myself."
"No problem, mate. You got a lot to think on. Oh-oh. Here they
come."
Tom looked over his shoulder, expecting to see his keepers and
whomever approaching. Instead, a small gaggle of giggling girls
came running up. Sam smiled broadly.
"Sorry mate, but I promised these young sheilas I'd help em' with
some shellfish harvestin'. I'll be back after you have your
tucker."
With one kid on his shoulders and two more tugging on his arms, he
walked off towards the beach, smiling and joining into the animated
chatter he was surrounded with. Tom watched them go.
Lunch showed up about an hour later, giving him plenty of time to
absorb and reflect on what Sam had told him. The food was a little
different than he was used to, since it included seaweed and some
sort of shellfish instead of dried fish. The change was welcome.
Two women, both decent looking dark haired native ladies he didn't
recognize, brought it to him and stayed to help him eat. Both
fussed over him throughout the meal.
It wasn't too long after he finished that Sam returned, coming back
with the same batch of children he left with. They all ran off
carrying baskets full of something, while Sam himself stopped in at
one of the large buildings and picked up his lunch before sitting
down with Tom again.
"Whew! Them kids can really tire a body out. So where were we?"
"Are those all your kids?" asked Tom.
Sam shrugged. "Two are for sure. The rest, who knows. I treat 'em
all like mine. Jack was my mate, and they're all his or mine, so
now they're all mine. Their mothers know whose is whose, but I
don't ask."
"Was Jack a blonde too?"
"Nah. He was a redhead. His Mum was a blonde, though."
They were interrupted again, this time by a grey-haired native
looking woman. Tom thought she had to be at least sixty years
old. She and Sam talked back and forth for several minutes.
"Tom, this here is Mama-san, their leader. Her title don't
translate too good, so that's what I call her. I've never heard
anyone say her real name. She wants to know if everyone's been
treating you right so far."
"What? You mean other than being treated as nothing but a portable
sperm bank? Other than being held prisoner? Other than being
forced to perform three times a day, like it or not? Oh sure, I've
been treated just fine! Faugh!" Tom turned and stared at the ocean
while Sam translated his words. Their conversation took some time.
"Sorry for the delay, mate, but I still ain't all that great with
the lingo. I told her what you said, word for word - well, as
close as possible - and she gave me an answer. Here it is, word
for word.
'You are unsettled. This is not your place, not what you know, not
what you understand. Yet <something I don't ken> answered our
prayers and delivered you to us. It has been too many seasons since
our last <don't know this one mate, something to do with having
kids>. Our need is great, so we are more <something or other> to
you than the others. <I think she's referring to the last couple of
blokes, the ones that didn't measure up or something.> If you
refuse our need, we will not force you any longer. But no longer
will you be a <sheltered guest, I think>.'
She's giving you a choice. They won't kill you if you don't
perform, but they won't feed you no more neither. Me, I hope you
do the right thing, 'cause they need a new load of sprogs here."
"So if I put out, I'm their guest, at least until I peter out, as it
were, and then they'll cut it off and make me an honourary woman. If
I don't, then what? What happens?"
"Most likely they'll drive you out of the village. Take your
choice - jungle or beach. It don't matter. If you ain't trained
in jungle livin' you won't last two weeks. Starve to death. Or
worse, maybe eat something wrong and die of gut rot. I seen it
happen. Bad way to go - really bad."
"How much time do I have to make up my mind?"
"Until dinner, most likely. When Mama-san wants an answer, nobody
keeps her waiting."
"Why the hell do they do this? And why the hell are they doing it
to me?"
"Tom, this ain't no paradise. These ladies are tryin' to survive
and keep their civilization alive. Why you're here, I don't know,
but you are. The next bloke might be along in a week, or in ten
years. Or longer. They need you probably more than you need
them. It ain't so bad, really, once you get used to it. Me and
Rhoda been makin' a pretty decent life for ourselves."
"You mean, you and her? Together?" Tom waved his finger back and
forth between Sam and the grey-haired woman.
"Huh? Me and Mama-san? Not on your life! What gave you that
daft idea?"
"You said you had something going with the head woman."
"Oh, I got ya. No, Rhoda - she's the one claimed me - she's the
head woman of this village. Mama-san's top woman of the whole
island. You'll probably see Rhoda later."
"This is just too much. I need some time to think."
"That's fine, mate. I got about thirty young'uns waitin' up on me
right now anyhow. They're expectin' a story while they do all that
shellin'. Well, I guess better a story than me shellin' them slimy
things. It's Jack and the Beanstalk today, adjusted slightly for
local conditions. See you in a bit."
Sam got up, nodded to Mama-san, and left. The old woman sat there
on the other side of the mat and stared out at the ocean for nearly
an hour before standing, nodding to Tom, and leaving. He nodded
back, then watched as she slowly walked away. The woman held her
head high, even though her steps were slow and her back was slightly
bowed. It seemed the weight of the world pressed down upon those
bare shoulders.
His keepers showed up with supper late in the afternoon. Sam
arrived a few minutes later.
"Hiya mate. I see they're keepin' close tabs on you. Not lettin'
you out of their sight, are they."
"I guess. Sam, how did you end up in this place?"
"Oh, that's a bit of a story. It's a bit daft, really. One day
Jack and me were drinkin' down at the local, and we were tryin' out
some of that there imported Yank beer, only it ain't really imported
you see, 'cause they make it in the brewery in town under licence
from the folks what really makes it. So there's this tourist bloke,
and he's tryin' some of that same rot we're drinkin', an' he says it
ain't nothin' like what he gets at home. So Jack gets this idea in
his head that he wants to try real Yank beer. Only, he don't want
to go into the city and buy some real import stuff. Nope. He
wants to travel to the U.S. of A. for some."
"So you guys decided to fly from Australia to the U.S. - for a
BEER?"
"Made sense at the time. Only we didn't fly. You see, Jack
owned this oversized canoe, so we sailed."
"You SAILED to the U.S. In an oversized canoe. For a fuckin'
beer. How big was that thing?"
"I dunno. Fifty foot, maybe. Big enough for the three of us."
"Three?"
"Yeah. Me, Jack, an' that tourist bloke. He promised us one hell
of a drinkup when we got to L.A."
"Let me guess - you never made it. You got lost, and ended up
wrecking on the reef. Right?"
"Oh no, we got there all right, and we had one hell of a good time.
One of the best weeks of my life. That yank beer was definitely
better'n the fake stuff we got. It still ain't as good as
Foster's of course, but it's a pretty fair brew. No, we got caught
in a bit of a blow on the way home. Lost the compass, the sails,
damaged the rudder, and almost got swamped, but we made it. I just
wish Jack had remembered to pack spare batteries for the radio. We
were takin' in a lot of water when we saw this place and made for
shore. There weren't much choice left, so we parked just off the
reef and came in on a dingy. That's when the next blowup came
along. Smashed our boat up on the reef and down it went, takin' all
our supplies with it. If the ladies hadn't taken us in, we'd a
been goners."
"And you paid their price. Any regrets?"
"Oh, sure. I've got ... I guess that's had, a girl back home. We
had an understandin'."
"But that didn't stop you, did it? You just jumped in and enjoyed
all the ladies you could."
"Mate, I spent two weeks alone in the jungle before I gave it up.
Ended up I couldn't see any good reason for dyin', 'cause there
weren't no way back home."
"What about Jack?"
"Him? Jesus, talk about your kid in a sweets shop. He was the
happiest bloke on the planet."
"For a while."
"No, he never got tired of it. Even near the end, he'd snuggle up
with his favourites and spend the night doing whatever he could.
It wasn't what quit workin' what got to him, it was growin' his own
pair." Sam arched his back for a second, making his breasts stick
out on display, then relaxed and smiled rather wryly. "You know,
life does play funny tricks on a soul. I go out on a bit of a
walkabout and end up here. Now I'm talkin to probably one of the
few other blokes in the world that don't think this is paradise.
Go figure."
"I guess no matter what I decide, what happened to you, likely
as not, is gonna happen to me."
"'Fraid so, mate. Mama-san says it's 'cause the menfolk that first
came here, back in the dawning of the world, insulted the island's
spirits. They got cursed, their sons got cursed, even their male
dogs and pigs got cursed. All of 'em what changed survived. The
rest died rather horribly.
"Is that why they, uh ..." Tom made a cutting motion with his
fingers.
"I recken so. They did do it sorta ceremonial-like, though they
never did offer up a reason for doin' it."
Tom lowered his head into his hands, then shook it back and forth.
"I'm not sure I can handle this. It's just too damned bizarre.
An island full of women, a place that changes men into -- into --
well, into eunuchs, and it's not even on the map!"
With a furrowed brow and a rather puzzled look, Sam inquired -
"It's not?"
"No! I picked up new air and sea charts three years ago and this
place just isn't here!"
"S'truth! Guess that explains why we don't get more visitors. So
why ain't it on the map? With all them fancy new satellite things
crowdin' the sky, you'd think they'd spot somethin' this size,
wouldn't you?"
"Sam, nowadays they got satellites that can tell what brand of
smokes you're carrying by reading the pack. They're sure the hell
not going to miss a fuckin' island. Somebody, somewhere, has to
know about this place. God, this is so confusing! Of course, none
of this is helping me make up my mind!" He was almost screaming by
the end of that last sentence.
"Don't look now, mate, but you ain't got any time left. They're
comin' for you."
He turned to look, of course. Four women and one of the teenagers
were heading for him. Three of the women he recognized from his
village - his keepers. The other woman and the teenager were
strangers.
"The older blonde one's Rhoda. The young'un beside her is her
daughter Beth. By the looks of things, I think Rhoda's givin' Beth
first crack at you."
Tom saw a very pretty thirty-something blonde woman walking beside
a beautiful, blonde-haired, blue-eyed teenager who was no more than
fifteen and was wearing nothing but the usual grass skirt. The
girl's breasts were moderate sized cones pointing straight at him,
capped with light pink aureoles and nipples. Like everyone else,
she was darkly tanned, and that contrasted sharply with her
varicoloured golden tresses. Very shapely, she had long arms, long,
coltish legs, and an utterly captivating smile. Both cheeks were
dimpled as the women approached.
Beth stepped in front of the others and spoke to him in a smooth,
melodious voice, then held out her hand.
"She wants you to go with her and put a baby in her tummy. Tom,
Rhoda was my first here, and she's got two of mine, so I know her
an' Beth better'n my own sisters. Rhoda's nervous, and Beth's
scared as shit. You could probably get away with turning her down
if you took Rhoda instead, but I wouldn't bet the ranch. Unless,
of course, you'd rather head into the jungle."
Tom couldn't help himself. He stared. And stared. The young woman
looked so beautiful. She was almost the twin of his ex wife when
she was that age, when he had first fallen in love. Those blue eyes
seemed to grow larger and larger the longer he looked. Eventually,
he could see nothing else. Sam said something, but the words just
flowed around him, unnoticed and totally ignored. When she blinked
and tilted her head, he came back to himself, sort of.
Tom allowed her to take his hand and pull him to his feet. She then
led him away to a nearby shack, with the others following close
behind. Sam watched him go. A sad, wistful smile slowly crept over
his face as the women and their newest captive entered the hut. Tom
turned and looked back just as they were leading him inside, his
expression reflecting his agonized indecision. Then he was gone.
"Poor bloke's had his mind made up for him, just like Rhoda did to
me." Sam was talking quietly to himself. "You gonna have any
regrets, Tom? Lots of em? Maybe just one big'un, like me? Or you
gonna go like Jack did instead? He always was the brave one.
Sometimes I wish I had half his guts."
<Fin>
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Author's notes:
I've always wondered about being lost on a desert isle, with a
whole lot of beautiful, attentive women around. Would it really
be like an adolescent wet dream?
Tom Largent - the protagonist.
5'11", 170lbs, blonde, blue eyes, slender, wiry muscles, very
handsome.
Leiana - Tom's sometimes girlfriend, before the crash.
Raquel - #1 woman, the nurse.
5'6", 110lbs, 23 yrs, black hair, dk brn eyes, moderate build,
moderate breasts, good looking, virgin.
Elizabet - #2 woman.
5'2", 140lbs, 34 yrs, black hair, dk brn eyes, solid build,
fairly large breasts, very good looking.
Marilyn - #3 woman.
5'5", 130lbs, 22 yrs, light blonde hair, blue eyes, curvy build,
moderate breasts, pink nipples.
Sam - the last one shipwrecked.
6'2", 200lbs, blonde, blue eyes, heavy, strong, pert breasts.
Jack - Sam's old buddy.
Rhoda - Sam's main squeeze
5'8", 130lbs, blonde, blue eyes, medium figure, 35, good looking.
Beth - Rhoda's eldest daughter.
5'6", 96bs, blonde, big blue eyes, slender and coltish, small
cone-shaped breasts, light pink nipples. Beautiful.
Generations:
A - 9-10 years - virgins
B - 15-16 years - virgins
C - 22-23 years - virgins
D - 34-35 years
E - 42-43 years
F - 47-48 years
G - 55-56 years
H - 61-62 years - Mama-san
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Amazonia
by Tom Bombadil
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