Desert Island

[superg]

oo ee oo ah ah ting tang walla walla bing bang

Of course! I'm the witchdoctor! I tapped Claymore in the forehead and thanked him to putting me straight. "Must've flaked for a sec. Still we must bring her to my tent.....thats where I keep all my herbs and equiptment." (I also keep my spices and great fried chicken recipe there.)

We picked up the poor girl and started carrying her to my tent. She was very light and seemed to like being carried. Of course I don't know if she had any idea what was going on.

 

[superg]

in the tent

We finally reached my tent. We laid the girl down on the bed. I turned to Claymore. "You must leave. You are not allowed to see my mystical healings." As he left I turned to my new patient. I wish I could communicate to this newfound beauty. I tried to use hand motions to tell her to relax. I reached for my soothing cream and rubbed some on my hands. Leaning over the woman I start rubbing some cream on her burns.

 

[panty-tease]

I again awake from a fog...yet this time I dont feel the burning heat scortching my flesh from the sun and sand...something totally different, a cool, moist, pleasant feeling taking away the burning....I try to adjust my eyes, but still cant make out more than just a single human form....i touch with my hands feeling that Im on a table or something....well whatever is happening Im not gonna complain for now I think, it is feeling very good

I sigh lightly, feeling my burns subside...

 

[Tibxo]

The constant motion slowly brings him round.

Where is he?

Moving his head, he sees that he is on a stretcher being carried by some half-naked dark skinned men. Walking beside him are the women he saw earlier.

Both of them smile at him before he lapses back into unconsciousness...

 

[superg]

I knew sooner or later we'd be interrupted by the other new castaways. I started massaging my patient deeper. I removed the tatered clothing....I'm sure we can get her something suitable later. I continued to massage her wonderful body, especially her lovely breasts.

 

[Claymore]

I'm not supposed to see him work his magic? Yeah right. Everyone in the village has seen him work his magic. Unlike our last witchdoctor, his teacher, superg loves to show off what he can do.

No, I know what he's after. I saw the lust in his eyes. He's more intrested in something else than he is in helping her. Besides, why not just gather some aloa plants to heal a sunburn like he always does.

Mystical healing my eye. Everyone in the village knows how to heal. He's not curing a skiness hear.

 

[panty-tease]

I come around some more...still my vision is blury but getting a bit better.... "Thank you sir....but where am I? I really cant remember..... feeling around I notice that Im naked.... "Ummm, can I also get some clothes?" I could feel myself blushing....bad enough that Im naked infront of a stranger...but I cant even see who the stranger is....

 

[superg]

My patient speaks. Luckily I learned some english from some of the previous castaways. "But where am I? I really cant remember" she says.

I respond in my simple broken english. "You boat crash, me docta. You be better soon." I gathered my special blend of oils, designed to invigorate the soul, and continued massaging them into her skin. Having been the witchdoctor for this village for 30 years I knew what blend and technique would put her at ease.

 

[panty-tease]

"Doctor? Where are my clothes? May I get dressed? I cant see well"

now Im a bit nervous....this man obviously doesnt speak english well and if I crashed who knows what third world country Im in and that means that this guy probably doesnt know real medicine any more than my grandmother.....

 

[superg]

Clothes? Oh yes. I went over a picked up the tattered remains of her clothing. She could see that they couldn't cover much anymore. I say,"No worry, we have good cloths for you soon."

She seemed apprehensive about the quality of my equiptment. I could understand, the last influx of modernity on this island was 25yrs ago. A group of castaways landed and one of them was some kind of learned man.....the things he could do with coconuts. I was sure I didn't have the best stuff in the world but then again the outside world can't be that different. I was done with her massage so I began to wash up.

 

[panty-tease]

I shyly cover my naked body with my hands waiting for something to put on

 

[superg]

She covers herself with her hands. She must be cold. Wait a minute its never cold here!! Finally I realize that my patient is not yet ready for my advances. Oh well no problem there, I'm sure I'll have a chance with her later. After I finish washing up I check my drawers to see if I can give her something to wear. I find an old shirt of mine. Its quite large so it should do. I toss it over to my patient. Her burns have healed nicely so I figured she should see our village. "You see village?" I ask.

 

[panty-tease]

I slip on the shirt...its big and revealing...hanging midway down my bum....ummmm, it will have to do I guess....village? "sure, please show me around...but you will have to lead me by the hand till I get better vision"

 

[mfucker]

OOC: sorry...was away for awhile...

He lay inside the tent, still unconscious as I sat by the door. It seems that the witch-doctor was caring for the other castaway.

A cough alerts me as I turned around.

"Get me some water," I said to one of my brothers, before turning my attention back to the man.

His blonde hair was dry by now and it covered his handsome face. I've seen pictures of white men a few years back when my mother showed me.

 

[Tibxo]

The first thing he's aware of...

...is his headache and the sounds around him.

Where is he?

Hhe opens his eyes, then closing them as the bright light streams in, half blinding him and causing his head to throb even more.

A few seconds later, he tries again. Slowlier this time.

That's better! He thinks to himself even this time he still has to keep his eyes hooded, at least he can see this time.

At first, his vision is blurred. Just a mixture of shapes and colours. Then slowly his vision clears, sharpens until one of the shapes slowly changes to become the dark woman that he saw on the beach earlier.

Moving his head slightly, he sees that he is in some sort of clearing containing makeshift huts.

A village of some kind!

Looking back up, he finds himself staring straight into the woman's eyes. She smiles. Then he watches her as she starts to bathe him, pouring water on his chest and arms.

Suddenly realising that he is naked, he starts to make a move to cover himself before glancing down and finding that she has already done that for him.

He then finds himself being pushed back as she starts to wash his face.

"Thank you." he says and realises he can hear...

 

[mfucker]

I couldn't really understand what he was saying, but for the first time the apparent fright in his eyes were gone. I just smiled back at him as I continued to clean his face slowly.

Putting my hand over his eyes, I trickled the water slowly onto the rest of his face, and inevitably found myself sizing him up once more.

Recalling only moments ago when I had stripped him bare, how his man-thing had looked so delicious. I was one of the more dominant ones in the village. It would have been easy if I wanted to possess him for myself; I could make a man-thing my toy.

Slowly I withdrew my hand from his eyes. Looking at his face, there seemed to be some kind of connection, that even I have never felt before.

 

[Tibxo]

The dark woman stares at him with such an intensity. As if she's staring into his very soul.

"What can you see?" he asks, though realising that possibly she cannot understand him.

He tries to remember things. Who he is? What happened yesterday. But there is nothing. His mind a complete blank. The first thing he remember is waking up on the beach naked.

But why?

How could he be on a remote beach completely naked?

Had he been on a ship showering when it capsized?

He shakes his head, the sudden pain it produces reminds him of his headache.

It's no use, he just cannot remember!

Frustrated and feeling tired, he slowly falls asleep...

 

[Guest]

I could see the tiredness in his eyes, and the pain and confusion returned just as quickly as it had disappeared earlier on.

To be honest I was at a slight loss as to how to help this man find peace. Soon enough, though he starts to fall asleep.

It was time to mark this man for myself.

I pulled the necklace I had on over my head, and started to untie the fabric that could count as my skirt.

Holding the phallic symbol that was attached to my necklace, I started to insert it between my privates, feeling it start to moisten.

I laid on my back now, my legs spread open as my movements become faster and less refined.

Faster and faster and faster...

I let out a muffled moan, and felt myself reaching the peak of the pleasure.

Not wasting even a moment to catch my breath, I pull out the totem symbol and smile as I see my juices glistening all over it.

Starting to smear the white man on the face, then slowly his body, and finally the remnants on his own man-thing.

He was mine now.

 

[mfucker]

OOC: that was me...my apologies...first time it's happened to me...

 

[Tibxo]

It is dark when he wakes up, the night air causing his body to shiver slightly.

Sitting up, he rubs his scalp, as he looks around.

In the middle of the clearing is now a huge fire and the natives are sitting around it eating. He notices one of the white women he had seen on the beach with them.

What has happened to the other one?

The thinks about her for only a moment until he realises the smell of the food is making him exceedingly hungry.

Getting up and wrapping the robe around him, he moves towards the fire and the others...

 

[mfucker]

OOC: where's the rest?

I spot him walking slowly towards the fire. He had slept for quite awhile since that private ritual that I performed on him.

The scent on him was familiar to the tribe, and they quickly offer him food from today's hunt. The boars on this island were diminishing quickly, so now it's more of a delicacy that a staple.

Taking another bite from my share, I continued eating, watching his every move intently...

 

[Tibxo]

(ooc: No idea!)

Offering him a space to sit in, the man next to him offers him a piece of meat.

Thanking him politely (even though he knows the native will not understand him), he accepts and hungrily starts to bite into it, finding the taste exceedingly good, similar to ham.

As he devours the flesh, he glances around him and catches sight of the native woman who had tended him earlier staring at him.

He continues to eat as he returns the stare, their eyes now locked. The way she is looking at him, it is striking a cord deep within, causing another type of hunger to start to grow.

Somewhere in the background, jungle drums start to beat...

 

[mfucker]

I watched as some of the younger ones start to dance around the fire, the cackling wood drowned by the drums that start to get louder and louder.

A rhythm builds up steadily, and one by one those seated by my side start to get up and sway to the fast beat.

The castaways probably had no idea what the music meant, but we only play this when we have new additions to our tribe. They were going to be part of us, for good.

 

[Tibxo]

He watches in rapt fascination as the natives twist and whirl around the fire. The drums getting louder as the tempo increases.

Again, he finds himself looking at the woman, admiring her dark skin illuminated by the light of the fire.

And then everything stops.

Surprised by the sudden quietness, he looks round and see the dancers all returning to their seats except for two.

Standing in the middle of the clearing for all to see, the couple start to dance again, more slowly this time, matching the drums' new rhythm...

 

[mfucker]

The dance reminded myself of the one I did when I was their age. In this tribe you were fed and pampered, all the way till you were 16 cycles old. Then you would dance for your future.

All the inexperience and over-enthusiasm was showing here, as she tried hard to keep her edge, to dominate.

My gaze returns to the white man, and he returns it just as intently, as if we were elsewhere, alone.