EROTIC FANTASY ISLAND – CHAPTER 6

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EROTIC FANTASY ISLAND – CHAPTER 6CHAPTER 6By the time we arrived at the outermost village, the dog and I had mated three times. The dog seemed well satisfied … and I was as well. As the truck pulled into the village and stopped in front of a building near the center, the dog was resting with his head in my lap. I looked over the side of the truck to see everyone in the village wearing clothes. From the building we stopped in front of, four women exited and stepped alongside the truck on the driver’s side. Sylvia got out, walked around the front of the truck and joined the group talking to the driver.I was led to believe that full or partial nudity was common in these villages, but that was not the case right now. It was too late to do anything about that now, though. I hopped over the side of the truck on the driver’s side and the dog went over the back. I walked up behind Sylvia and noticed the dog coming with me and taking a position alongside me. The driver was talking to the four women who consisted of one in her 60’s with grey hair, two others in their late 30’s, and another in her 40’s. The driver used his hand to indicate backward and I realized he was indicating me, saw me and the dog, and seemed to blush under his heavy brown skin. All four of the women turned to regard me, looked me up and down, then seemed to begin to argue among themselves.I leaned closer to Sylvia, “What’s going on? What are they arguing about? And … I thought you said nudity wouldn’t attract attention.”She turned and smiled at me, “Nudity wouldn’t attract attention. A naked white woman will.”“Now you tell me. What about the argument …”“This was to be where you would be tested first. These three are arguing that you have already passed that test on the way here. The driver confirmed that you not only mated with the dog on your own, but you did it three times, and that should prove that you are qualified to continue. The older woman is being an obstructionist.” I watched the drama unfolding before us, when it suddenly became very quiet. The people who had gathered around us seemed particularly intrigued by the spectacle. It occurred to me that this might be something they hadn’t often seen, certainly not over a white woman.The older woman seemed to give up and stormed back into the building. The other three turned and faced Sylvia and me. Sylvia acted as my translator.“We are sorry for this to happen. She is … stubborn. Maybe too much of the old ways to accept this to happen. You will be taken to the next stop, the next village from here but only another hour. It is the furthest the vehicle is allowed to go. After that, it is an hour walk to the village for your next … test? … trial? I am not sure what we call this. It is new for us, too.”“Sylvia, thank her for me. Ask, though … why the test is any longer necessary. Haven’t I already shown what they need to see?”Sylvia turned to me, “Annie, it is their choice to demand anything they want of us. We are the ones coming with requests. Remember, you are not only an outsider, but a white. It is complicated, okay? It goes to the roots of their culture with a****ls. These women are different from even the other women of the villages. I will explain on the way.”Sylvia and I rode the hour trip in the back of the truck and two of the women crowded into the front with the driver. The others would be brought later. Sylvia explained some of what I needed to know about the women, but said there was more that I would learn as I went, if I was taken in by them. I wasn’t sure what ‘taken in’ meant. She said that most of the women of the villages mated with a****ls as a part of their culture. Most had families and mated with a****ls as an aside to their husbands. It was the way of their culture. She stressed, though, that it is always a choice of the woman … to mate with a****ls or not. But, status in the villages and among the people as a whole was partially a function of their mating. Most seemed content to simply mate with a dog or another a****l, perhaps. The women who rose in status were the most inclusive of women and those women tended to choose a life in a convent-type dwelling. It wasn’t a religion with them, so ‘convent’ wasn’t really right, but it was the closest she could get to the type of life devoted to a****ls. But, it was much more complicated than that.I asked if she had seen the inside of these dwellings, what occurred inside them. She said, no. Only women who attain a specific level with a****ls are allowed. She laughed, “But, men go into the compound, but a very segregated portion at the entrance.”“Men?”She smiled, “Yes, men. They don’t completely devote themselves to a****ls. Men go to the entrance and, if a woman inside in inclined, she may take him into a chamber.”“This just gets weirder and weirder. I guess what you are saying with all this is that if I am to impress them, it would be on the scale that I might have been able to be one of them, if I was of the people?” She nodded, perhaps. “And I have something like ten days to accomplish this?” She patted my hands; she gave me a weak smile. My mind spun. How could I accomplish such a task in ten days when these women evolve into it over years?* * * *Arriving in the next village, the truck was greeted with some excitement. This confused me. In the first village, we were met solemnly by the people. This was completely different. When I jump out of the back of the truck and helped Sylvia down, I found people crowding around, indicating me and talking to each other. The women we had met in the first village wasted no time, however. The had some men take our luggage and bring it behind us as we were immediately led out of the village to the next village. It was evident to me that my luggage would not be opened until we were leaving. Many women of this village were bare-breasted, many with a simple sarong around their hips. I smiled to myself as I remembered the scant outfit that the team had decided on. It was the same except for the type of material.Walking into the next village, we were again greeted excitedly. I walked close to Sylvia, “They seem almost excited to see us. They knew we were coming?”“News in the jungle travels faster than you might think without the aid of our modern technology. Yes, they are excited. The word has probably beaten us here about your arrival and the dog. Plus, a white woman walking comfortably naked through the jungle like one of them … something they may never see again.”We were led to a small hut with two cots for our sleeping. I was encouraged to get rest, tomorrow was going to be the start of something new for me, they said. I was assured that more would be explained about the next trial in the morning. With those being the last words from the women, I might never have been able to sleep except for the level of fatigued from the lengthy travel, not to mention the time with the dog. My last thoughts before succumbing to exhaustion: ‘what did I get myself into?’ And, ‘don’t let Sylvia down!’* * * *We were brought food for a morning meal. It wasn’t like the breakfast food I was used to, but food was probably food in the jungle and not so much an experience as much as a necessity. As we ate, questions that had intruded into my mind during the night pushed at me and Sylvia could see the struggle within me. She in turn pushed me to talk, but reminding me that she had little more knowledge of what would happen than I did.“This is different … more about the people.” She nodded her okay. “The women … most of them have one or more symbols tattooed on their breast. bakırköy escort What is that about?”She smiled at me and was quiet a moment as she got her thoughts together, perhaps remembering her own conversations about them. “Yes, always on the left breast, signifying over the heart, but really their spirit center. The first is always just above the nipple, signifying the life source of mothers. Then, in succession up the breast and onto the chest, if necessary. As I said, mating with the a****ls is very common and generally it is with dogs, then moving to other a****ls, but that depends on the woman.” She put her hand under my left breast and lifted it, sliding her fingers to that nipple and squeezing it, making it hard. “This is going to be a very sexual time for you. You should know those women that came with us were talking about giving you the first tattoo symbol. They decided to wait until after this trial, however. They believe you will complete it, only time being the factor.”“Do I get a choice about the tattoo?” She just stared at me, then lowered her eyes and touched the spot above my nipple that would have the mark. “Not if I want to be one of them, right?” She nodded. “Tell me about the marks.”She admitted to not know all the symbols. Other women probably did it that lived here. The most common, existing on almost all the women, was a dog paw mark. This signified that she mates with a dog. If the that mark has dots around it, it signifies several different dogs. There is a maximum of four dots, not that a woman couldn’t be mated by more than four different dogs. The next with some commonality was an ornate circle, usually above the dog paw. Inside the circle could be up to three dots. The dots signify different other a****l types that have been mated with. There were others, but less common. So, not only was I going to be mating with dogs to impress these women to get the chance to learn to mate with a horse and take back a****ls, but … I was going to go back with a symbol or two tattooed onto my breast?When we went outside, I couldn’t help but notice that most women were indeed bare-breasted. That also made it difficult for me not to look at the left breasts of women, curious of the tattoos I would find there. All that I could see in my scan had at least the dog paw symbol just above the nipple. I looked in front of me and saw one of the women who led us to this village looking at my curiosity of breasts. She touched the dog paw with dots on her breast and touched my breast in the same location. I nodded. She touched the next symbol, circle with dots inside and repeated the action. I nodded. She touched the next one up that I didn’t know. It looked like an inverted ‘V’ with two triangles attached to the top at the apex, each directed to the sides. I had no idea and I shrugged my shoulders and looked at Sylvia. She spoke with the woman and Sylvia turned to me, “She thinks you will.” The woman was smiling at me. The woman then held up her hand high in the air and the crowd that had formed went quiet. I noticed, too, that they were parting behind the woman. I looked over her shoulder. Coming behind her were the other two leader women, each leading a dog on a rope. They both made me pause. They were both large dogs, strange to be in this environment, and ill mannered. One was a Great Dane, white with black markings. I would find out that he was 135 pounds and 36 inches to the shoulders. The other was a German Shepherd of some mix, coal black in color. From the shape and color of the eyes and shape of the ears, I guessed it was mixed with Malamute. The eyes were a stark yellow-green and against the complete blackness of the a****l, it presented an evil impression. I would find out that he was 80 pounds and 26 inches to the shoulders. Their size was enough to think brute, but they also seemed unruly by the way the women were working to control them. They were very distracted by the people.I looked at the woman and asked, even if she couldn’t understand me, “What are those for?”Sylvia jumped in with a translation and the woman responded. “Not our idea. The older woman … she does not like the idea of you being here. She chose these for you. You prove yourself with these and she cannot interfere, anymore.”I turned to Sylvia, “Prove myself with those? What does that mean? What am I supposed to do? Mate with them or … what?”There was some discussion. The woman took my hand and put my finger on the next symbol up from the circle on her breast. It was the symbol of the inverted ‘V’ with the two triangles pointing to the sides. “This signify control … um, leader? …”She was struggling with a word or Sylvia was struggling with the translation. They talked back and forth, then Sylvia’s face lit up and she took my arm. “She is saying mistress. It signifies control over the a****l. Annie, remember when I mated with the dog before we left … you told me to release myself … to become the dog’s bitch. Remember? This is the opposite. You aren’t the dog’s bitch to be taken. You are the dog’s mistress, the dog’s dominant, and you allow the dog to have you.” We both looked at the dogs and I let out a long breath. But Sylvia saw the light, even if I was reluctant to. “Annie, that’s the way you are. Maybe not always, but you became that way. I know that your Jake called you the ‘ranch slut’ and that was fine while it was, at first. But then it all changed for you. You released yourself and things changed. You told me about it. You enticed the other a****ls. You weren’t submissive to them … you weren’t a female for fucking … YOU enticed THEM.”She was right. That was what happened, there was a significant change in me then. Even now, just yesterday on the way in the truck, I felt another change was coming. I couldn’t describe it or anticipate what it was … was it this? Was this situation for Sylvia putting me into a position to break through another barrier I didn’t know was there or existed? Was that old woman putting obstacles in front of me of any importance any longer? Was she a non-issue, relegated to the bleaches as a bystander from here on out? That attitude will do it.I asked, “I will take these two and I will show you, everyone. Then … then, you train me to mate horses and we get our a****ls?”Sylvia translated. The woman smiled. She looked over her shoulder to the other two women who were also smiling and nodding. “Yes! That other one wants you to fail, but you do this and you will have what you want and more.” The woman smiled, “Later. Now … these.”She took me by the hand and led me into the enclosed area, hidden from the rest of the village. Passing through the gate, I found a large open area with trees and shrubs and many small huts similar to the ones outside. There was a larger hut. That was the one she led me to. Sylvia was no longer with me, but I understood that this was the building I would use until I succeeded … or gave up and left to return to the island. * * * *The hut was spartan, but that was for the better. I closed the door to the hut, me and the two dogs. I wouldn’t need much. It wouldn’t take that long … a day or two at the most. It couldn’t take much more than that. If it did, how impressive would that be? Would the old woman win? Would Sylvia lose her access to the a****ls? This wasn’t so much about ego or me. This was about Sylvia and what this would mean to her, for her. She was only quasi-accept here and now that her husband was dead, how much more fragile might that acceptance be?The dogs were wandering around beşiktaş escort the hut, seeking out something, but I wasn’t convinced they knew what. They were just being dogs, seeking out new places and smells. How to do this? They were both young … mature, but just so. The Great Dane was a massive b**st. He could be a pony. The German Shepherd with those Malamute eyes was just plain spooky. German Shepherds seem fierce to begin with, those eyes added … damn.I had never trained an a****l. Jake’s dogs were Jake’s and even then not so much. He said they were essentially wild and stayed because of food and a place to sleep. Somehow that wasn’t true and it became less so. When did that happen? When was the real change? A smile a some sequence, remembering … Bobbi and I started playing with them. Dogs in general are not dumb, they know a good thing when they stumble on it. Those three did when Bobbi and I started giving ourselves to them. German Shepherds and Great Danes are very trainable. Hmmmm …I figured lunch would still be several hours away. That would be the first opportunity for having bribery pieces for social training. But, there was something we could do for building some rapport …I made sure the door was closed tight and there was no other way out that the dogs might wander through. I then started stroking them, talking to them, and stroking them more. I let them smell me and wander around the hut smelling it, looking in the nooks and crannies, generally getting used to these surroundings and me. It wasn’t that big a space and it didn’t take much time before one at a time they returned to me as the only other object of potential interest in the room. These were both large dogs, so I sat on the cot with my legs extended over the side and leaned back with my shoulders on the wall at the opposite side. I spread my legs and slipped my left hand between my legs and stroked my pussy slowly. Obscene, yes. With a man in the room, it would be the raunchiest form of enticement. With the dogs, however, it was simply preparing my body so it would entice them. They reacted to scent, not to subtle approaches. My plan was simple: first, be their bitch; then, use that against them to take control.I closed my eyes and let my mind wander to time of sexual fun and intense pleasure. There were many, many times to choose from that fit that criteria, especially since being released by Jake and Bobbi to be myself and experience everything I could. That was where my mind settled, at the ranch, but not on a specific time or activity or partner. Instead, my mind flowed from time to time, partner to partner, and activity to activity. The memories alone were enough to bring my body to excitement and my fingers working over my pussy, clit, and nipples made the process faster to accomplish.I was almost startled when I felt a snout pressing between my spread legs and seeking my aroused pussy, or at least, the source of the scent that attracted the a****l. Opening my eyes to the a****l, I was surprised to see that it was the German Shepherd that came to me first. I would have bet that the Great Dane, being the gentler of the two types, would have been more comfortable making the initial approach. Those eyes still gave me pause, but that seemed to add something to the connection. I moved my hand from between my legs, allowing my other hand to continue manipulating my breast and nipple as the dog sniffed closer and closer to the open source of the scent. He was a virgin in all senses of the word, not just with human females, but any female, bitch or otherwise. Instinct takes over quickly, though.My mind wandered on that consideration: is it easier or harder when they have absolutely no experience with bitches? My mind considered that it might be less confusing to the a****l if they have never experienced females of their own species, but how would I really know. Setup a controlled study group, perhaps. It made me giggle until the first swipe of his tongue sent a jolt through my body. Yes! That’s what we need, that’s what I want. He considered me for a moment, sniffing again and looking at me, then licking at my pussy, now with repetition and interest. With my reaction providing encouragement rather than resistance, his licking became more intense and rapid. I had both of my breasts gripped in my hands as his licking quickly brought me near a climax, largely from the realization of what I was attempting to do with these dogs and why and how it would be perceived by the other women, and … the tattoos. And, with that thought, tattoos, I climaxed. I cried out, my hands leaving my breasts and thrust to my thighs, holding them apart forcefully, afraid that my orgasm might cause me to close my thighs around the dog’s head and scare him away. Through my quaking orgasm, the dog continued to lick, lapping up the increasing juices leaking from the opening in my body.As the wonderful sensations coursing through my body slowly ebbed, allowing my heart and breathing to become more regular and controlled, I noticed movement at the door to my right. As the door was closing, I saw the three women turning to leave, smiles on their faces, undoubtedly drawn to the hut by my cries.The second dog, the Great Dane, was now easier. Although his size seemed comical as he bent his head down to access my wet and pliable pussy, the wetness and aroma from my orgasm was all the attraction necessary. His tongue was also wonderful, but the orgasm he brought me to was diminished, not because of his efforts or the feel of his tongue, but by the new thoughts streaming through my brain: now that I had them interested so quickly, what was my next step; not just in getting mated, that was obvious, but in the general scheme of establishing my dominance and control?I walked around the room, aimlessly but staying in motion. As I guessed, the dogs followed me with their attention, if not always actively. I had their interest. I wasn’t sure how they would react to the next step, but I had made up my mind. I knelt on the floor and called both dogs to me. I didn’t ask their names, if they had any, so I just used English words and hand motions. I patted the floor in front of me and to my surprise the dogs came to me. It was difficult to encourage them to lay on the floor and it was impossible for me to man-handle the Great Dane down. I managed to get the German Shepherd down, however, and I hoped that the activity with it might get the Great Dane to follow.I ignored the Great Dane for the moment and put my focus on the German Shepherd, which was at least on the floor and showing some willingness to cooperate. I nuzzled his head, careful to listen for sounds and watch for anxious movements that might indicate a defensive and possibly aggressive reaction. Not getting any, which might not be so surprising given that the entire village is reverential of a****ls, I proceeded more deliberately. His cock tip was already evident as he lay on his side without me doing anything more than getting him on the floor. I proceeded slowly, though, aware that touching his underbelly and down toward his sheath would be ever increasing sensitivity and nervousness on his part. He squirmed slightly as I stroked his side and onto his belly, but flinched when my fingers grazed his sheath. He raised his head, looking down toward his rear and my hand, but as my hand held his sheath, he lay his head back to the floor and raised his leg. The tip was peeking out from the sheath and, as my light stroking continued, I was rewarded with beylikdüzü escort several inches of exposed cock. I dropped my face to it and licked at the tip, then taking it between my lips, gently sucking the pre-cum into my mouth. As I took more of the exposed cock into my mouth, it grew as I worked on it, growing steadily inside my mouth as my hand continued to lightly stroke the outside of the sheath and my mouth worked up and down on the exposed cock. In seemingly minutes, I had about five inches exposed, making me wonder just how much he would have to give me. It wasn’t going to be long before I knew the answer to that.I had lost track of the Dane when I felt a swipe of his tongue along my pussy and ass. I sat back to break his availability to it and turned on my hands and knees so I was faced backwards to the Shepherd. I patted my ass and he scrambled to his feet and sniffed at my ass, licking several times. I moved my hand across my ass to break his attention and patted my ass, again. This time, instinct seemed to connect with him and he jumped onto my back, his hips thrusting at my ass to find my pussy. I was ahead of him, though, my hand between my legs and guiding his cock into me. I gasped at his wild thrust into me, his cock driving deep and strong on the first thrust. He hesitated a moment, adjusted slightly, and began thrusting firmly and eagerly into my hungry pussy. I continued to gasp at the wildness of his first time until my gasps changed to moans of pleasure. His cock continued to grow inside me and I was pleased with what he was giving me, then I became eager to see what the Dane had to compared to this.It wasn’t long before I felt the knot pressing against me on the outside. He thrust firmly and aggressively at me, wanting and needing to tie with me, the basest of canine mating instinct. I pressed back against him, matching his pressure with my own. This was only the beginning. There was so much more to come, but this was the start, building the idea and desire of mating, then using that for what I needed.I pressed against him as he pressed into me. I felt my pussy lips spreading around the ball as it demanded entrance, and entrance that I desperately wanted, too. When his knot passed inside, I moaned loudly. My pussy clamped around his cock and knot, locking us together. I felt my pussy pulse and clench around him, then I felt his body, his front legs around my middle, his hips pressed hard against my ass, his knot and cock jerk and grow even larger as his climax crested inside. I felt the first spurt of his cum and I shuddered, my pussy clamping tightly around him, clenching and relaxing and clenching, and he continued to shoot his seed into me.As we were tied, I called out to the Dane. He had been attentive, walking around us the entire time I mated with the other dog. Now it was his turn to be prepared. I heard his feet behind me and I patted the floor in front of me, calling to him, encouraging him. I found his legs and paws alongside, then he was in front of me, but not lying down. I patted the floor to no avail, remembering the effort I had with the other one, knowing that wasn’t going to work while tied. Frustrated, I became more firm with him, slapping the floor hard with my voice sharp and demanding. Even if he didn’t know what the words were, he apparently could respond to the tone. He came to me, again, this time bring his snout to my face. I stroked the side of his head, down his body and up under his belly to his sheath. Dogs aren’t general dumb and this one wasn’t, either. He had seen what the other dog got from the same actions he was now going through with me. Eventually, my insistence or his final understanding, he collapse onto the floor in front of me. I dragged the Shepherd who had turned on me, the foot or so that I needed to reach the Dane’s cock and sheath. By the time the Shepherd was able to pull out of me, the Dane’s cock was well out of the sheath; a good deal of beautiful cock. I knew my pussy was still gaping from the exit of the last knot and this was the perfect time to pursue the Dane. I didn’t know how large his knot would be, but if the size of his cock was any indication, it was large. I pursue the Dane in the same manner; I gave his cock tip a last kiss and sucked the length of exposed cock into my mouth before pulling my mouth off and sitting back onto my heels. I stroked his body and turned on my hands and knees until my ass was pointing at him. He didn’t need any more invitation than that.I had never consciously trained an a****l before. My interaction with Jake’s dogs was more cohabitation than control, but Sylvia was right about how it had evolved. The effort I put into the goat and hog wasn’t so much “training” them for any other purpose than mating, but the effort had indeed produced their acceptance and compliance despite being untrained, otherwise. My effort and intent with these two was decidedly different. This was beyond simple mating; I wanted to be able to control them and show others that control existed between us. If successful, and I intended that I would be, it would be a pity to achieve that and then leave the dogs behind. I never talked to Sylvia about what a****ls she expected or hoped to get from these people, but I had assumed that dogs were included. I now wondered about these.My ass being turned to the Dane, of course, was ineffective. Despite his initial attempt, he was not going to mount me; there was a significant gap between my back and his belly as he stood over me. I crawled out from under him and moved over to the small table in the hut, lowered my front to my elbows and bent my legs. I patted my ass, again. He came to me, made a small jump to be on my back and moved his rear into my ass. I shifted my weight to allow a hand to move between my legs in the same fashion as before and helped his cock into me. I gasped out as his cock entered me, already much larger than the Shepherd. Instinctively, I braced myself as this dog thrust harder into me. He pushed me against the table and the legs sc****d against the rough wood flooring.I was lost in the feeling of his cock deep inside me when I felt a pressure on the outside of my pussy and it occurred to me what it was. I was about to find out about his knot. He pressed against me and I against him. I had taken the pony inside me at Jake’s and it was larger than any knot I had before now. This was taking longer than it had ever taken to pass a knot into me and I was beginning to think I wasn’t going to manage it … but I knew I could. I had taken the pony … that was the driver. The difference with this was its shape, its rigid shape. The pony had the pliable, mushroom shaped head like a larger horse. This was a rigid shape. But, I knew I could do it. I pressed with renewed determination and the Dane must have recognized the change in me because his thrust and energy increased along with mine.I hadn’t heard the door to the hut open. I hadn’t noticed the shift in the light or shadows across the wall or floor. But, I did notice the Shepherd stand and face the door. I turned my head to the side to look at the doorway when our combined efforts succeeded. At the moment that my mind registered the appearance of the three women in the doorway, the knot passed through my pussy lips and drove into me. I cried out in pain and relief, my eyes closing, my mouth open, and my heart and breathing racing. It was several more moments before I thought to open my eyes, again, and check the doorway. They were still standing there, filling the doorway, watching and sharing comments among themselves in low voices that I wouldn’t have understood even if they were loud enough. The last thing that I saw, that I recognized, was the approving smile on all three faces as they backed out of the hut.* * * CHAPTER 7 will follow * * * Thanks for reading.

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