painful sensation. Thirst. Muscles aching all over. Sunburn. hunger. vexation. The mouthful of sand.

The unpleasant sensations came in a boot as consciousness returned. Wave lapped at Luis'human foot as the familiar auditory sensation of the tide filled his ears.

The new boater rolled over on his side, coughing and hacking. The nasty combination of salt H2O and mud were heavy in his lip. He retched and bickering until he 'd sack up them out as much as possible. Even spitting was n't well-heeled. He had wanted little water in his body left to give. He tried to open his heart but the sun blinded him. He held up one of his implements of war weakly, blocking the lustrous rays until his eyes could adjust.

He was alive. It was a miracle. The fickle sea had cursed him with the world 's worst fortune and then gifted him good lot in the duad of just a few days. The storm had come so suddenly. consider the ship completely by surprise. Luis was favourable he had fourth dimension to put on a life history jacket and catch a band buoy before the ship capsized. He 'd clung to the ring for lamb life as he was sucked into the ululation storm ; knowing it was his only hope.

The ring was gone now, but the aliveness jacket remained. He unclipped it from his dead body and tossed it further up the beach. Luis got on hands and human knee and crawled until his blue body was no longer kissed by the ocean stream. He collapsed in dry Baroness Dudevant and rested for a spell.

Yes, he was alive, but for how foresightful ? Was this island inhabited ? Doubtful. Was it big or diverse enough to sustain man life story for any length of time ? Luis looked up and down the glide. It stretched on for a neat distance in both steering and there was a fair measure of plant aliveness. That was good tidings, at least. He had n't landed on some diminutive touch of land with two trees.

Even if it had been a petite island, he would 've been grateful. His workfellow had been scattered to the gale-force winds and crashing tidal moving ridge just like him. He doubted any of them had been as lucky. There was a long snap prospect that a well-disposed ship had rescued some of them, but most were either adrift on the ocean, dying slowly or already at the bottom of the sea. Luis had won the lottery to hit land.

In the wickedness break of his mind, he 'd feared something like this would occur eventually. He knew well the risk of exposure of being at sea. Luis had been working on the sea most of his life. Orphaned at a untested age, he 'd worked jobs all over Latin and South America. fisherman, deckhand, harvester, day laborer ; you name it. He 'd served on various cruise seam as well, though he did n't care for those task. The time of day sucked and the pay was pathetic. The guests were often rude and shitty tippers.

Now, in the prime of his life story, he was stranded on an island in the eye of nowhere. His will to know was hard, but his body was exhausted. He would get up soon and start exploring ; see what he had to make for with. He just needed to rest a piffling longer.

* * * * *

Luis had been marching inland for a half 60 minutes, as Best he could estimate by the apparent motion of the sun. That sun beat down on him mercilessly. Thankfully his scalp was protected by thick-skulled lock chamber of short, dark hair. The relaxation of his trunk was faring less well, turning an even darker shade than pattern. He was used to working in the vesiculation sun, but without a source of clean water it would soon turn a problem.

He 'd seen no fresh water yet or any kind of vegetation he felt safe trying to siphon moisture from. He had no tools to speak of. His clothes were roughed up even worse than his skin. The white shirt and sullen blue-blooded trousers were in tatters around him. He needed to rule some intellectual nourishment, water and shelter soon or it was going to be a very rough night.

As he continued on, he was pleased to get along across a fundament itinerary. It was the number one sign that human aliveness was here or, at the very least, had been here previously. Luis followed the path without hesitation, hoping it would moderate to shelter and friendly company. As he crested a hillside, he saw what looked to be the remnants of an old camp. In the center, a ring of stones designated a fire pit. In the centre of the pit lay a pile of old junk.

Empty ass. Depleted foodstuffs. A stop scout. Random bauble. Was there anything worth salvaging ? He strode forward, bore to inspect the passel of rubbish.

*SNAP*

His feet were snagged on some form of electric cord and he let out a confused yip as he fell face-first. The crack of splintering forest and the stretching sound of rope and sinew filled his spike. Before his body could hit the ground, a compact web of roofy leapt up from the backbone and consumed him. The tight net surrounded him, closing in on both incline. A crude pulley system lifted his cocooned body into the air and suspended him between two large trees.

'FUCK ! ! ! Should 've known !'

Luis wrestled with the boneheaded weave of ropes for a few minutes, but it was pointless. They were way too strong to perpetrate apart. He had no tongue. The top was cinched closed by his own free weight and he could n't arrive at it anyway. There was no one around and there was no telling when whoever set the bedamn thing would be back to gibe on it.

"HELLLLLLOOOOOOOOOOO ? ! ?"he screamed at the top of his adust lungs. But there was no result."ANYBODY OUT THERE ? ! ? ! ?"

The young man sighed.

'Well, I wanted to remain more. conjecture I got no choice now ...'

* * * * *

"Ow ..."

Luis felt a light jab on his ass and his wear out heart opened. Mosquito collation ? Was one of the ropes digging into his tail end ? He was too tired to care. He started to drift back off.

"OW ! ! !"

The jab returned, more insistent this time. It was definitely something sharp. He fought through the mental cobwebs of heavy sleep and twisted himself in the netting. Looking down, he realized he was n't alone. He could n't make out many item through the thick net, but he saw an outline of what looked like an absolutely mammoth woman. She 'd been poking up at him with a spear.

"Hey ! I 'm awake ! That hurt ... jeez !"

"Hands !"she shouted.

Luis forced his fingers through the webbing and wiggled his fingers."See ? I 'm unarm ! Believe me, if I had anything, I would n't still be up here !"

She studied him for a few here and now, then lowered her fizgig. The woman seemed satisfied.

"Can you get me down ? I 'd really apprise ... Hey ! Where are you going ? ! ?"

The charwoman tromped off, disappearing behind one of the enceinte tree that was holding up his prison.

Long minute passed and nothing happened. Then, suddenly, the cocoon lurched, bringing him tightlipped to the ground.

"Whoa !"

second base later he heard a cord ginger nut and he fell the rest of the way. The netting swung to the background and dragged him through the dirt.

*OOOF*

Once he recovered from the impact, he began flailing through the gauze. There would be an opening since it was no foresighted bound at the top. Before he could happen it, the woman returned. She pulled the top open further and cast aside one half of the net. Luis looked up at his deliverer and was stunned.

She was a monolithic cleaning woman and cut like a bodybuilder. Well-muscled weapon and shoulders, chiseled abs and impossibly strong thighs. She was defenseless aside from a lumbus material and some survival gear slung around her eubstance. Her chirpy breasts hung out proudly. In summation to the powerful habitus, she was quite beautiful. natural state, dark chocolate-brown hairsbreadth surrounded her head in thick waving. Though stern in their look, her shimmering heart were the coloring of almonds.

"Stand !"she ordered, pointing her lance at him once again.

"Yeah, alright ..."Luis said, getting up slowly."Lucky I still can after that."

He put his arms up in surrender, not wanting to antagonize the hulking woman. In addition to her impressive material body, she had almost a full foot of height on him. He studied her a second clip, his centre zeroing in on the piss hide at her side. At least, he hoped it was water.

"madam, can I please get a drink ? I 'm dying here ..."he said, pointing at her leathery flask.

"body of water ?"

"Yes, pee ! I need ! Please."

She loosened it from her gear and handed him the skin. Luis uncapped it immediately and poured it down his pharynx. It was only half full, which meant there was no doubt he was downing the unanimous thing. Normally he would 've asked 1st, but in his bone dry State Department, he did n't feel bad about it. The giant womanhood smirked at him.

When he 'd quaff down every drop, he handed it back to her."Thanks. I 'm Luis. I was shipwrecked. Is this your home ?"

"Loo-eese ?"she asked.

"Yes, Luis. That 's my name. What 's yours ?'

The woman tapped herself across the chest proudly with the side of her spear."Hayko."

"Nice to meet you, Hayko. Hablo Espanol ?"

She looked at him quizzically. It seemed she was a woman of few words, but at least she spoke a picayune English people. Hayko reached into one of her pouches and pulled out a black leather strap.

"Are you the one that set that trap ? I 'm distressing if I set it off by acci -- - H-HEY ! ! !"

She approached him swiftly and took him in her potent grasp. He pushed back at showtime, but in his weakened condition, he was in no shape to resist. Even at his most fit, there 's no way he could 've fended off the huge woman. She wrapped the strap around his neck in short fiat and buckled it behind him.

"What the ? ! ? What 's the deal ?"He tugged on the makeshift collar now fixed tightly around his neck.

Hayko picked up her lance and pointed it at him again."You wear. safety. No wearable. No safe."

"What ... ? You 're saying if I wear this, I 'll be safe ?"

She grunted and nodded in affirmation.

"Safe from what ?"

Hayko ignored him. The bulky brunette reached into one of her pouches and pulled out a foresightful leather cord. She tied it around the figurehead of his collar firmly and gave it a tug ; making surely it was secure. The giantess leaned down so that her eyes were raze with his.

"Be pipe down. Follow."

She started off in the direction Luis had come from, pulling the Young man behind her. Luis was jolted into activeness, walking behind her at a zippy pace. As they marched along, he could n't help but inspect her inviolable back, thick curvature and curvy rump. Her ass impudence jiggled around the ace strip of animal hide that dangled from her only garment.

'This certainly has gotten outlandish, but I ca n't kick about the perspective .'

* * * * *

The odour of saltiness filled Luis'nozzle again. On their way back to the slide, he 'd figured out what Hayko was doing. She was on some kind of patrol, inspecting early traps and checkpoints along the way. It seemed that despite finding him, the Amazon had to finish her appointed rounds.

They reached a rocky country with a decent view of the coastline. Hayko took a deep breath and smiled. She began removing her gear mechanism and setting it aside. Her shaft soon followed. Was she going for a swimming ?

She turned, grabbed Luis'III and tugged him toward the bound of the outcropping. Hayko tore off the tattered remains of his shirt and cast it to the breaking wind. She then took hold of his shoulder and pressed them down firmly.

"Kneel."

Luis began to grow nervous, but he complied. So far, Hayko had n't shown any desire to harm him, despite her pushiness. The sun beamed off the amazon 's tanned peel as she leaned back against the rocks. As she got well-to-do, Luis noticed something he had n't until now. A goodly protuberance in the social movement of Hayko 's loin cloth.

"What the ..."

Hayko took on a haughty flavor as she reached to the English and unclasped the belt of dangling hide and leather. She tossed the garment aside and her secret was unveiled. Her monolithic, hazelnut dong and a cernuous set of brown globe were revealed. Her staff hardened and lengthened as Luis stared at it. He was frozen in shock and trepidation.

The giantess reeled in his leash, pulling it hand over hand until his nerve was scant in from her rapidly rising cock. She gazed down at him with low temperature, commanding eyes.

"Suck."

Luis pulled back instinctively, but his resistance did n't last long.

*SMACK*

Her overt medal rocked his look and Luis reeled from what felt like a slab of granite. His cheek burned like it 'd just been branded. He looked back at the brutish adult female, completely overtake. As a sailor, Luis had seen his share of brawls. He 'd been punched by great men. zilch he 'd encountered compared to this woman 's strength.

The terzetto and collar wrung his neck as Hayko pulled him back. His backtalk came even closer to her hot missile of build. With a final yank, her glans was pressed against his shut lips. Milky Edward D. White pre-cum oozed from the tip, smearing across his rima oris. The lusty Futazon grabbed both slope of his oral sex in a trigger-happy grip.

"suck ! NOW !"

"Hayko ! hold, I -- OORRGGGLLMMPPPHHHH !"The last words Luis would say for some prison term were cut off with a wet slurp.

Hayko pulled his open mouth over her cockhead and speared him on her club of form. The thick, musty phallus plunged down his tongue and rammed the dorsum of his throat, plowing through the stop augury of his uvula.

Luis gagged and retched immediately. He was unused to sucking cock of any kind, let alone a monolithic unit like Hayko 's. The giant star adult female moaned and tightened her grip on his head. She kept pulling him further down her cock until half her fat, fleshy length was crammed into his warm, wet mouth.

The mocha-skinned Goddess dug her fingers into his hair and took a stern hold. She let him slip a few inch back and then pulled fiercely, guiding her schlong back into his elongate rim. Hayko developed a rhythm method of birth control, guiding his face back and forth on her cock as her glans battered the back of his throat and glorming noises sputtered from his airway.

"sucking, slave !"she reminded him.

Submission entered Luis'center and he obeyed, not wanting to see red his fearsome captor. He wagged his tongue along the bottom of her supple, bulging duration. He slurped on her shaft, his moist walls closing around her glistening length of fuck meat. Her cock continued to thicken and harden inside his packed oral fissure. It pressed against his physique in every counsel and clogged his orifice utterly.

Hayko slid her hired hand down to his auricle and wrapped her fingers around them with an iron grip. She sank her cum cannon into his mouth the furthest yet, his sucking mouth sliding ever closer to her washboard abs and churning scrotum. Her mouth hung open and her eyes grew dreamy as pleasance overwhelmed her. Even as she bathed her arm in warm, wet, sucking bliss, her strong arms never relented.

She 'd allow Luis to slide his lips to the tip of her mighty member, but dragged his font right back to her pubis every time. Hayko began working his sass up and down the entirety of her beam of light. The wet choking and squelching noises were music to her pinna as her slutty new toy worshiped her good erection.

Luis'optic bulged and his hands flew to her impossibly large thighs. He pressed against them, an involuntary response to being throat fucked with massive, sweaty Amazon peter. Hayko enjoyed his nerveless protest. As long as she did n't feel his tooth, she would dispense with him another smacking with her gargantuan medallion. He could struggle all he wanted while he gagged on her cock.

*GLORM SCHLORP SCHLUUURP GUUWAAAKK GLLUURRP GLLLOORPP*

The Futazon 's climax approached as she demanded more joy from his squiffy throat. Her vice-like workforce pushed and pulled Luis'mouthpiece up and down her musty shaft with bully speeding. Through hazy, blood-cracked sight, Luis could tell the well-endowed Goddess was getting close. He braced himself for the inevitable as he was face-fucked into obliviousness with fat, spit-coated penis.

"GUUUUUUHHHHHHHHHHH ! ! ! MMMMMMMNNNNNNNNN ! ! !"

Hayko hilted in his throat and her hot, jellylike seed rushed out in a torrent. The first three mighty squirt funneled down Luis'maw, but after that, his cum-packed gullet backed up quickly. muggy semen erupted from the English of his mouth and spat from his nozzle. A mess of blanched, haphazard gunk blasted all over the cornerstone of Hayko 's cock and balls as she yelled in ecstasy.

The brunet giant placed one hand on the backrest of his nous and leaned back with the other, moaning endlessly as the relief of her cock-snot hosed into Luis and drizzled out of his bitch-made mouth. Luis concentrated on sucking air through ejaculate clogged nostrils and remaining conscious until Hayko 's plenteous ejections finally ceased.

* * * * *

The sun was dipping into the sensible horizon as Hayko re-entered her village with Luis in tow behind her. It had been a long trek through the wilderness, but it seemed their journey was finally at an end. As they walked down a hanker dirt track toward the center of the townspeople, Luis got his initiative peep of the sprightliness that awaited him.

They passed many huts on either side. At each one, he saw similar raft. There were many vauntingly women like Hayko. Without fail, they either sported a fat hump in their tribal attire or their colossal tool hung out for the existence to see. Collared men were doing housework, serving as man furniture for the womanhood, giving them massages or servicing their dripping erections. The sloppy strait of cock suck and the smack and hammer of hips against ass were all around them. They passed countless spectacles of Amazons fucking manly slaves.

The finisher they got to the village centre, the more often Hayko let out a shout in her tribe 's unknown lyric. It sounded like a victory chant. Each time her voice pierced the air, more women came to see the prize she 'd claimed. The Futazons answered back with whoops and hollering of favourable reception. scoffing and nictitation at Luis followed recitations of the same victorious rallying cry.

Once in the cardinal square, several tribeswomen came forward to assist Hayko. Luis was hastily bent over a wooden altar and his radiocarpal joint and ankles were tied tightly below it. Excited yells went up from the growing crowd of well hung huntresses as they gathered closer. What remained of Luis'trousers and boxers were ripped off and cast into a fire.

He was n't even surprised when a fair-skinned, angry looking amazon brought her meaty hammer to his lips and shoved it home. Another woman spittle on his pucker several times and massaged his ticklish rim in rope. Within seconds, her thick, black cum pipage push deep, stretching his annulus wide and claiming his anal virginity. The Pres Young man grunted and groaned around the fat schlong boring into his throat. All his muffled yelling did was please the fair sex at his strawman and hasten her thrusting hips.

Luis would be the centerpiece of many Futazon spitroasts that night and in the nights to come. As he endured their ceaseless pounding, he had plenty of time to contemplate his predicament. Was this some sort of ecclesiastic punishment or just happenstance ? Would he eventually come to embrace the life of a collared putz slave ? Or would he be better off with his crew mates, languishing at the freighter of Davy Jones'locker ? Only fourth dimension would tell.

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