The Tribe

THE TRIBE

By C

Part I

Total confusion was the only way to describe Tom’s bewildered mind as he regained consciousness. The last thing he remembered was anticipating the exciting prospect of sleeping with a young and beautiful Polynesian woman that, after getting her intoxicated at a bar in a plush resort on Fiji Island, had taken to his room. Sex was only thing on his mind as she seductively mixed a drink and handed it to him. He recalled  starting to feel dizzy after drinking it and then nothing else until groggily waking up finding himself unable to either see, speak, or move due to being blindfolded, gagged, and tied hand and foot.  A rocking motion and the rhythmic splash of paddles made it obvious that he was in some type of water craft and the feel of a cool breeze made it equally obvious that he was naked. And, to make maters worse, the mummer of female voices left little doubt that at least some of his captors were women which served to add acute embarrassment to his confused state.

It seemed as if they had traveled for hours when the deep resonating sound of a horn being blown came from the rear of the craft that was answered by a similar sound some distance away. He then became aware of the roar of waves crashing in a surf which became increasingly louder. The speed of the paddles suddenly increased, and he felt the craft accelerate as it caught the crest of a wave before coming to a crunching stop when grounding on a sandy beach.

Tom felt the bonds on his feet being cut, and then hands grabbing his arms and pulling him to his feet. It was at this point that his blindfold and gag were removed. His view, however, was limited since it had become quite dark. The only illumination was a few torches on poles stuck in the sandy beach and others beyond that seemed to mark a trail disappearing in thick undergrowth beneath tall coconut trees. His view, however, was not limited to such an extent that keep him from seeing a group of women, all dressed in sarong type native attire, waiting on the beach. The torch light was also sufficient to enable him, when glancing around, to see that that he was in a large outrigger canoe whose crew were also women that were dressed like those on the beach. He could also see that he was not the only captive. There were many other men too numerous to count in the confines of the canoe who, like he, were naked with hands tied behind their backs. The number of captives significant outnumbered the crew, but with their hands tied, there was little they to do. In any event, the disproportion in numbers ceased when the women on the beach started climbing into the craft.

A woman came up, grabbed one of his arms, and said in a stern authoritative voice, “Come on Tom, let’s get moving, we don’t have all night.” In hearing his name, he looked at the woman and recognized her as being the one he had tried to seduce although she no longer wore a tight fitting cocktail dress or talked in a shy tone.  He then realized her vulnerable ‘little girl’ manner had been nothing but an act to keep him off guard and become an unsuspecting victim of being drugged and kidnapped. But for what purpose?  He had no idea and could do nothing but do as she said and get out of the canoe.

In being the first, he was able to watch others that followed. Each man was being held by a woman, many of which offered little in the way of having sex appeal. But this didn’t apply to the members of the crew who were all young and extremely attractive which caused him to wonder if the same rouse had been used for the others. He counted the men as they left the craft and was surprised to see that, including himself, sixty had been taken captive.  But this brought a glimmer of hope. Surely, the disappearance of such a large number would lead to a massive search being conducted.

Is your name really Lisa,” Tom asked a sort time later as they walked along the torch lit path. “Oh, yes,” she replied in a cheerful tone. “I hope you realize that that you will never get away with this,” he said. “When this many men suddenly show up missing, it will create such turmoil that not only will a massive search be instigated, but will continue until we are located.”  “I hate to disappoint you, but that will never happen. In fact, the large number plays in our favor. The governments of Fiji and other islands that rely heavily on tourism have no desire to let it be know that a large number of men occasionally disappear without leaving a trace.” You’ve done this before?” Tom asked while feeling a chill pass through him. “Oh yes, our tribe has been doing this on a regular basis for over a hundred years,” Lisa replied. “For your information, the disappearances are being blamed on an underground slave-trade organization that, for some reason, targets men instead of women. This is true, to some extent, but we don’t deal in trade. And where would they look when it is assumed that the men could have been flown anywhere in the world by the time they were missed?  Surely, it would not occur to them to search small deserted islands which, due to our village being well concealed, our island has an outward appearance of being no different than countless others. And it is indeed small. We are nothing but a tiny dot in a massive ocean. The only native animals of any size are a small number of wild pigs which we do not bother, and they do the same for us. We keep a small herd of domesticated hogs for another purpose but not for ourselves. It’s for this reason that it’s necessary for us being forced to rely on our meat being ugh.., imported.

The disappoint Tom felt from having his hopes dashed was of such magnitude that he failed to pick up on anything being implied by Lisa’s last remark, and he looked at her in dismay when she started laughing. “What’s so funny?” He asked. “Oh, I was just thinking about how stupid men are. We call these trips ‘hunting expeditions’ even though the term hardly applies. ‘Hunting’ suggest pursuing a quarry that presents somewhat of a challenge, but when it comes to capturing men, there is no challenge whatsoever.  You are all alike in that whenever the prospect of getting some pussy from an attractive women comes along, your brain shuts down and you start thinking with this instead,” Lisa said as she reached down and grabbed Tom’s penis.

The act caused Tom to feel a wave of chagrin in realizing, as far as he was concerned, the ease in which her remarks had proven to be true. The only thing he had indeed been thinking about was getting her in his bed. They waked in silence for awhile and then he asked, “what are you going to do with us?” “We’re almost at our village so all of you will soon find out what you’re eventual fate, in one way ]or another, will be. But until then, if you make it through tomorrow, you become my personal slave. You’ll just have to wait to find out what this entails.” 

Tom asked nothing else as a feeling of dispirited hopelessness came over him. They soon entered a village that, with the exception of what appeared to be a large ceremonial building, consisted primarily of individual huts with a few that were larger. The scene would have been quite picturesque if it were not for the fact that a human scull was attached over each doorway along with others on the tops of bamboo post about four feet high that alternated with others holding flaming torches. Tom could only shiver with the dread of what may lay ahead as he and the others were led to an area where a woman wearing a plumed headdress sat on a raised platform in a throne-like chair. “That’s the high priestess,” Lisa whispered in a respectful tone. “I strongly advise paying close attention to what she says.”

The high priestess waited until the men were standing before her and then called out in a loud voice. “From this moment, you are nothing more than slaves to do our bidding in whatever way we desire. Any reluctance to do anything being asked of you will be dealt with severity. You are about to be shown an example of what happens to a slave that causes us displeasure so heed my warning. It will not be repeated.”

Tom and his fellow captives were then led to a length of raised wooden seating resembling a small grandstand. All of the rows were filled with women of varying ages except for the first two which apparently were being saved for the new arrivals.  This proved to be the case when the men were led to the first row and, after being seated, their captors occupied the row behind them. They were facing a large bed of glowing coals surrounded by a circle of smooth stones. Two sturdy steel post with a V shape at each top stood opposite each other outside of the stone circle. A heavy wooden table with a dark stained surface stood between the fire and onlookers. But there was something else of the table’s surface. A naked man lying on his back in a spread-eagle position was tied securely to each corner. A small iron pot filled with red hot coals sat between his legs that had a number of steel rods with wooden handles stuck into the glowing embers.  Lisa leaned over Tom’s shoulder and said, “What you are about to see could very well be what happens to you if you become my slave and hesitate to obey a command.” “What do you mean by ‘if’? Do I have a choice?” Tom asked. Lisa uttered a short laugh. ”Your only choice is how careful you choose to be tomorrow. Don’t you remember me saying you will become my slave if you’re still around tomorrow afternoon.” “What does that mean? What happens tomorrow?” He asked while wondering if he really wanted to know. “Oh, I don’t want to spoil the suspense,” she said, “but I can assure you the name for tomorrow’s event is far more applicable than for the expedition we just concluded.”

Lisa then changed the subject and asked, “Have you noticed anything about that slave that’s different from yourself?” “I haven’t paid much attention to him beyond noticing him being tied in an extremely humiliating position,” Tom replied. What’s different about him?” He asked while glancing at the helpless man. “You haven’t noticed that his bush is missing?” she asked while uttering a giggle.” ‘Bush?” he asked, but then, when looking closer, he saw that the not only was the man’s pubic void of hair, but that, with exception of his head, his entire body had was clean shaven.” Are you going to shave all of us like that?” He asked. “That’s up to a slave’s owner, but I only do it when their time comes. Now stop asking questions and watch what happens to a slave that angered his mistress.”

Tom looked and a cold chill went through him when seeing a women walking toward the table. In addition to her native garb, she was wearing a large apron, but it was not this that had caused the chill. It was a large knife she carried whose bright blade reflected the light of nearby torches. The helpless man started to whimper when he saw the women, but then stopped in meek obedience when she yelled at him to be quiet. But his silence did not last long, and Tom could only gape in horror and disbelief when the man started screaming as the woman used the knife to almost nonchalantly slice open his abdomen. His screams became shrill shrieks when she reached in and started pulling out his intestines. The screams only increased as she then cut out his stomach, bladder, kidneys, liver, and other internal organs while pulling glowing, red hot, steel rods from the iron pot and using them to cauterize severed arteries and veins to keep him from loosing an excessive amount of blood.

In spite of feeling nauseous, Tom watched grisly activity with spellbinding fascination. When the woman stepped back, he was aware that she had left the heart and lungs intact, but he did not know she had also not removed the prostrate and seminal vesicle from the pelvic cavity. Up to this point, Tom had assumed the sole purpose was a sadistic desire to inflict extreme torture. It was for this reason that he was taken somewhat by surprise when two women came up carrying a heavy steel pipe and stuck a pointed end between the screaming man’s widespread legs and into his empty abdomen. The woman that had disemboweled him then stepped up and, while being careful to not puncture the still beating heart or expanding and contracting lungs, she guided the pointed end into the severed esophagus while another woman tilted his head back. The screams came to a sudden end, and the man’s eyes opened wide as the pipe entered his throat, emerged from his mouth, and continued for several feet. The pointed end was then unscrewed which enabled the man to breathe through perforations that had been drilled in the pipe. The opening also enabled moans being heard. Lisa leaned over and said to a woman sitting next to her, “I always get extremely turned on when hearing them scream when being gutted. I thought this one was particularly exciting. My nipples are engorged and my pussy is positively flowing.” “You’re not the only one in that condition,” the other woman replied with a laugh, “and the best is yet to come.” “You’ve got that right,” Lisa said in a merry tone.       

Tom could only shudder when overhearing Lisa’s remarks being uttered in such an uncaring and amusing manner while realizing that he must make every attempt to keep from running afoul of this cold blooded woman. It was only then that it dawned upon him of what might lay ahead.  His suspicions increased when two women cut the ropes tied to the man’s feet and pierced his ankles with the sharp points of an attached crossbar that resulted in hearing a noticeable increase in the volume of continuing moans. The women took a longer pointed bar and stuck it though one hip and out the other which once again resulted in louder moans being heard. A clamp was used to firmly attach the bar to the pipe. The man’s hands were then cut free, but in his weakened state, his arms hung limp as the pipe was lifted to turn him over so that his hands could be tied behind his back. Any question Tom might have had as to whether or not the intended purpose of the pipe was to be that of a spit ended when, in spite of what he had already witnessed, he gaped in stunned disbelief as each end was lifted and it and its impaled but still living victim were lifted over the glowing coals where the ends were dropped in the Vs of the upright posts.

The man’s ability to move was severely limited, but not to an extent that it kept him from jerking and struggling as simmering visible waves around his body gave clear evidence of being engulfed by extreme heat. In addition, the tone of his moans changed into what could only be described as muffled shrieks. He was obviously suffering excruciating agony, and a wave of disgust swept over Tom when he heard Lisa and other women laughing behind him. He shook his head in dismay in trying to contemplate women being capable of enjoying extreme sadistic cruelty to such an extent that, if not being witnessed, he would have thought impossible – especially for women.

A woman attached a crank-like handle to the spit. When this had been accomplished, a large muscular naked man came into view, He walked with lowered head, grasped the handle, and obediently started slowly turning it.  When the naked body began  revolving, Tom felt a wave of embarrassed chagrin when seeing what, to him, is an extremely humiliating and degrading activity taking place between the victim’s spread legs if full view of a large group of amused women spectators. The limp penis and bulging scrotum hang over a thigh  as his body turns on it’s side, then dangle like pendulums as he revolves on his stomach before passing from view. They reappear when he revolves on his back, and the testicles can be seen moving within his scrotum as it slides from one thigh and to the other. His penis suddenly flops from one side to the other as his body continues to turn, and the cycle is repeated again and again.

Time passes and, although the jerking struggles and muffled shrieks begin to subside to some extent, it is obvious that the man continues to suffer extreme pain. Tom finds it hard to see how the poor guy could still be alive, but such is indeed true and remains the case even when the body starts to turn brown with juices beginning to appear along with getting whiffs of the aroma of roasting flesh. It is only at this point that the weak struggles gradually subside and then stop along with any sound being heard. Tom feels somewhat relieved in seeing that death has finally ended the man’s extreme and prolonged suffering. His eyes remain open, however, which give an eerie impression of being awake yet oblivious to the intense heat surrounding him. Death had no effect on the humiliating activity of the man’s sex organs, but, due to the length of time that it had been taking place, Tom’s embarrassment had subsided to some degree. It returned full blown, however, when he noticed the penis starting to grow with its movement becoming increasingly heavier. He could feel his cheeks burning when the growth continued until the shaft was curving outward from becoming semi-erect with juices running from a partially open hole at the tip of the flared head.

The increasing sound of feminine giggling and laughter serves to increase Tom’s growing chagrin which soon becomes mortification as he gapes with dumfounded disbelief in seeing the penis continue to swell until becoming rigid and swollen in an erection far exceeding anything that could have been achieved in a normal manner. The strutted ridge around the engorged head stands out in vivid detail to an extent of appearing to be on the verge of splitting. The hole gapes open and what had been a steady stream of juices running out was now bubbling and sputtering with steam spewing out and making it obvious of being caused by extremely hot internal pressure that, for some reason, in spite of Tom’s stunned and embarrassed state, reminded him of a spout on a kettle that was boiling over. The erection has caused the scrotum to draw tight around the testicles, and clearly outline their oval shapes. Tom failed to notice the bubbling and sputtering juices becoming milky in color, but he is startled a moment later when the rigid penis gives a sudden jerk, as a thick stream of semen erupts from the strutted head with such force that it lands on the man’s chest.

A loud, spontaneous cheer makes it obvious that the women had been anticipating just such an occurrence. It does not take long for pressure within the internal male reproductive glands to build and cause another stream to squirt out with almost equal force. The spewing jets continue while being accompanied by women laughing and giggling that does not stop even after the humiliating spectacle finally comes to an end. Other sounds, however, can also be heard as one woman after another, including Lisa, cries out in uttering the distinctive sound of a woman experiencing an orgasm. It was of an extent that made it obvious that, for a great many, amusement was not the only emotion that had been aroused.

The spectacle had been the most embarrassing and humiliating thing Tom had ever seen. It made a complete mockery out of what men, throughout the ages, have placed an immense pride – the ability to become erect and forcefully eject their potent, male fluid. He can only shake his head in dismay in realizing that these women have found a way to turn this proud ability into being nothing more than a highly amusing and degrading display.

With a start, Tom realizes that he has been staring, almost hypnotically, at the demeaning performance the man’s rigid penis had been putting on in front of a group of laughing and sexually aroused women. He looks at the revolving body and sees that it has turned golden brown and is wet from cooked juices that glisten from reflecting the reddish light of glowing coals. Drops falling off make sizzling sounds as they hit the glowing embers which causes smoke to billow and swirl which, undoubtedly, will instill a smoked flavor to the man’s flesh that is now emitting a strong aroma of roasting meat which, much to Tom’s surprise, is the most pleasing he had ever smelled. A wave of self-reproach suddenly passes through him when he realizes that not only is he enjoying the aroma of a man’s roasting body, but his mouth had actually begun to water, and he is beginning to experience pangs of hunger. He tries to divert his attention, but this proves to be unsuccessful as he finds himself unable to take his gaze from the unbelievable sight of the revolving body of a human male being roasted over glowing coals in a cheerful atmosphere as though he were nothing more than a pig or side of beef.

A woman holding a long handled fork tells the man turning the crank to stop and, when he quickly obeys, she steps up and sticks the twin tines of the fork deep into a golden brown rounded rump. Clear juices flow from the two punctures when the fork is removed and applause breaks out when the woman calls out that ‘roast’ is ready.

It is a stunned and subdued group of men, including Tom, that follow a group of women that are proudly carrying the spitted body which continued to emit a strong aroma of roasted meat. They soon arrived at a cleared area containing numerous picnic style tables along with flaming torches alternating with posts holding human sculls. The man’s wet, golden brown body reflected the reddish glow of torch light as he was placed on a wooden table. When the spit was pulled out, wisps of steam could be seen coming from his nose and mouth. His open eyes continued to give an eerie impression of being awake.

The captives were instructed to stand to one side as the women started taking their seats at the tables. Although continuing to feel hunger, Tom was relieved in seeing that he was being excluded from the meal. He didn’t know what his reaction would have been if given human male flesh to eat, but one thing he was sure of was that he had no desire to find out. When all were seated, a woman carrying a carving knife stepped up to the man’s body, grasped his scrotum and still erect penis, quickly cut them off,  placed them in a wooden bowl, and handed it to a young woman whose face glowed with excited anticipation. Tom was unable to keep from watching the young woman as she walked to a nearby table. Until now, he had assumed the sex organs had been left on solely for the women’s enjoyment and amusement. It was only at this moment that he realized they were actually going to be eaten. He had heard of animal testicles being eaten but nothing about a penis which surely must be extremely tough and tasteless. He contained to look when, after sitting down, the woman picked up the penis by the shaft as though holding a drumstick and bit into one side of the bulging scrotum. Tom felt his testicles draw up as though seeking protection, but this didn’t keep him from being surprised at the look of pleasure that came on her face as she chewed and swallowed before taking another bite. This surprise, however, was nothing to what he felt when, after the skin sac and its contents had been consumed, he watched her take a bite from the root with such ease that it was obviously extremely tender. But his greatest surprise came when seeing an expression come on her face that could only be described as pure delight. Juices ran from the corners of her mouth as she eagerly continued up the shaft until only the strutted head remained, which she held  up, looked at as though examining ever detail, slipped it in her mouth, and slowly began to chew. An almost unbelievable look came on her face that reflected experiencing extreme bliss to such extent to make it obvious she was enjoying a supreme delicacy.

In addition to being surprised when seeing that, instead of being tough and tasteless, a roasted human penis was, in fact, quite obviously extremely tender and delicious, Tom felt a feeling of dejection. When seeing all that had happened as the body rotated over the fire, he thought he had witnessed the ultimate humiliation of a man’s sex organs that could possibly be caused by women, but he now realized that it didn’t compare to what he had just seen. It didn’t matter that there were no women laughing and cheering as they had done before. Tom knew that he had just witnessed what was truly the most ultimate of humiliation being subjected to a man’s penis and testicles. The simple act of being eaten by a woman and, in so doing, forcing these most male of all organs to succumb to being transformed into becoming the flesh of her female body was the most degrading thing possible for that which was the very essence of identifying being male could be forced to suffer.

It was only gradually that Tom’s dejected mood subsided, and he once again took notice of what was taking place. The other women, using only their hands, were eating chunks of the man’s roasted flesh in a manner that indicated also being tender and delicious – although not to the extent as had been displayed by the one when eating his sex organs. There was very little left of the body other than bones when the meal was finished, and the women started getting up from the tables. Lisa and the others that had taken part in the abductions came over and, one again, took charge of their captives.

“Well, I hope you learned a suitable lesson by seeing what happens to a slave that displeases his mistress.” Lisa said as she walked beside Tom while holding an arm that was still tied behind his back. In having become genuinely afraid of this woman, Tom said that he had indeed learned a lesson with a sincerity he truly felt.  When he saw she appeared satisfied with his reply he asked, “Who was the woman that ate the guy’s cock and balls?” “That was his mistress,” she replied, “a mistress always has the privilege of eating her slaves cock and balls when the time comes to put him down.”  “I would have thought this part of a man’s body wouldn’t be very eatable but, apparently, that’s not the case,” he said.  “That’s an understatement if I’ve ever heard one, Lisa said with a laugh, “a man’s cock and balls are truly the most fantastic delicacies that can possibly be imagined. It’s a good thing for men that women in the outside world haven’t discovered how utterly delicious these morsels truly are because, if they ever do, they will surely find a way for them to be sold in meat markets.”

Tom hesitated and then asked, “am I going to be spited and roasted alive and like that guy? Is that what’s going to happen to me?” Lisa looked at him sternly and said, “Look Tom, you might as well accept that sooner or later you’re ultimate destiny is to become meat. But it’s up to you how it’s done. When the time comes, most slaves are put down quickly. It’s only the ones that cause displeasure that are roasted alive, so keep this in mind.” “What determines ‘when the time comes’,” Tom asked in feeling a sick feeling of dread in his stomach. “Oh, it’s nothing definite,” Lisa said. “If a mistress finds a slave to be particularly pleasing it will be later than one she grows tired of even though he might have been extremely obedient. But all slaves will evenly become meat so, as I said, you might as will accept it. The only choice you have in the matter is if it’s done quickly or by being roasted alive – so keep that in mind. ”

Tom asked nothing else as he continued to have a feeling of dread. They soon came to a high enclosure with a heavy wooden gate and walls made from pointed coconut logs. “This is where all of you will stay tonight,’ Lisa said. Your hands will be untied, but I warn you to not even think about trying to get out. Our island is small and there is no way you can escape. We have dogs that can easily track you so, unless you’re anxious to be roasted alive, you will be here when we come in the morning.

Once inside, the men’s hands were untied and the women left – closing the heavy gate behind them. The captives found wooded bowls of coconut meat and fresh water awaiting them which, in not having eaten anything the entire day, were quickly consumed. In being too stunned to try and carry on conservations, most sat numbly and gazed into space. Tom did the same until one of the men came up to him and said, “Hello Tom, I see they got you also.” Tom looked up and recognized the man as being someone he had met in the hotel bar the previous night.” Hi Frank, he said. It’s hard to believe I could have gotten into such a hopeless, ungodly mess from simply trying to get a piece of tail.” “It was the same with me,” Frank replied sadly. “I still can’t believe what those bitches did to that poor guy.” Mike looked around uneasily and said in a low voice, “I can’t either, but I would be careful about how you refer to them if you don’t want to suffer the same fate.”

Frank’s face grew pale as he also looked around. “You’re right,” he said, “I need to be more careful.” Tom noticed some of the men lying down and said, “I don’t know what’s going to happen tomorrow, but I have been given the impression that the more rested we are the better our chances will be to make it through whatever it might be. Let’s try and get some sleep.” Frank nodded and they both lay down. Tom, however, couldn’t get the image of a spitted naked man revolving over glowing coals out of his mind, and he lay awake for a long time before finally drifting into a troubled sleep.

The sun was just coming up when Tom and the other captives were awakened. The witnessing of what could happen to a man that had done something to displease these unbelievably cruel women had made a sufficient impression that none had been tempted to try and escape. After being given another meal of coconut meat and water, they were taken once again to the high priestess who addressed them while sitting in her throne-like chair.  “I trust what you saw last night provided a sufficient lesson to insure that you obey anything we say. Today, you will be tested to determine which of you has at least some degree of skill and fortitude. You are going to be taken into the forest and given time to find places of concealment. A horn will be blown signifying the beginning of you being hunted by women carrying bows and arrows. Each of these women, by the way, are highly skilled archers. This evening, another horn will be sounded that will signify the hunt being ended, and those of you that survive will return. I warn you to not think of this being an opportunity of trying to escape. Any that fail to return will be tracked and, when captured, will suffer the same fate as what you witnessed last night. You will do well to keep this in mind.”

When the captives were being led into the forest, Lisa came up to Tom and waked beside him. “Are you one of the hunters?” He asked in seeing that she had a bow slung over one shoulder along with a quiver of arrows.  “Yes indeed,” she said cheerfully. “Hunting naked men is the ultimate prey for a woman. I can’t begin to describe how exciting it is to bring one of you down.” Tom started to say that he would have to take her word for this but, in not knowing what her reaction might be, decided against it. Instead, he asked, “If you get the chance to ‘bring me down’, would you do it even though it would mean me not becoming your slave. “Oh yes, I wouldn’t hesitate. It would only mean you not becoming my slave, but I would pick another from those who survive that haven’t already been chosen by a member of the expedition. In the event that one of out selections is killed, we always get first choice from those that remain before they are assigned to members of the tribe that no longer have a slave. But even it did mean me not having a slave at all a month or so, it wouldn’t begin to compare to the thrill of making a kill so I still wouldn’t hesitate. Well, I have to leave and go to the hunter assembly area.” Lisa walked away and gave a cheerful wave before disappearing in the trees.

Tom, along with the other captives were led deeper in the woods, until being stopped and instructed to find hiding places before the horn sounded. The men looked at each other with uncertainty after the guides departed.  “We’d better get moving,” Tom said in taking the imitative, “the more spread out we are will increase the difficulty of being found. And make sure that you split up. Spotting someone hiding alone is a lot harder than two or thee being together. When you find a place to hide, make sure that you don’t disturb anything that might draw attention.”

Tom’s authoritative tone had a calming effect on the men, and they started off in different directions. When younger, Tom had been a member of the Boy Scouts and, ever since, had enjoyed hiking and camping. He put his hiking and woodland skills to good use and was soon able to distance himself and, when making sure that he was alone, started looking for a suitable hiding place. He passed on several that, although offering excellent concealment, he decided might be too obvious. It was when he was looking under some thick underbrush that he noticed a well concealed shallow depression that was deep enough to prevent him from being seen by someone glancing under the foliage, and when looking over the edge, he would be able to see anyone approaching in plenty of time to lower his head and lay as flat as possible. He had just crawled into it while being careful keep from breaking branches or leaving scuff marks when he heard the horn being sounded.

When getting in position, he was pleased to discover that, in addition to being an excellent hiding place, the depression was quite comfortable which was no small factor since he would have to lie there all day. He was just getting settled when he heard someone approaching and, when peeping over the edge, saw one of his fellow captives looking around anxiously before making a hasty decision and crawled into some underbrush that provided only marginal concealment. Tom swore under his breath at this turn of events. He had gone to great length to be alone and now this fellow comes blundering along and could very well spoil everything. But there was nothing he could do at this point but stay where he was and hope for the best.

Tom was starting to relax when nothing out of the ordinary had been seen or heard as midday approached. But his ears perked up when he heard a rustling sound that seemed to be coming in his direction. He held his breath when there was little doubt that whatever was making the sound was definitely getting closer. It was at this point that the other man panicked and broke cover. He had run only a short distance, however, when an arrow suddenly plunged into chest. A stunned look came on his face as he stood for a moment and then fell backward. Tom had been surprised by the sudden turn of events, but it was nothing to the surprise he felt when seeing the man’s body suddenly starting to jerk in violent spasms of such extent that they caused his flaccid penis and scrotum to flop and jounce about in wild abandon for what seemed to be considerable time before gradually subsiding.

Tom held his breath but continued to peek over the edge as he saw two women walk up and look at the sprawled body. One of the women then said, “Nice shot Mary, I don’t know if I’ve ever seen a cleaner kill. He must have been dead before he hit the ground to have cased such intense spasms. They sure did make his cock and balls to put on quite a show, didn’t they?” “You can say that again Jane,” the other woman said, “I wonder what spooked him?” They then started laughing when a small wild pig came briefly into view before disappearing in the underbrush. When the merriment subsided, one of the women reached between the man’s legs and hefted his penis and scrotum in her palm. “My, My, look at the size,” she said in an approving tone, “don’t forget about us agreeing that if one of us makes a kill we would share his cock and balls.” “I haven’t forgotten,” her companion replied, “but forget about your stomach for the time being, and let’s find something to use for pole to carry this joker out with.” Tom ducked down when hearing this and thinking of the potential danger being posed by these women searching for a tree branch or something. He remained hiding when hearing a chopping sound that was followed by some type of activity taking place near the body.  When he finally got the nerve to look once again he saw the women leaving while carrying the trunk of a small tree on their shoulders from which hung, by tied hands and feet, the man’s lifeless body as though he were some type of wild game. His blank gaze gave the appearance of looking at Tom as his head swung back and forth before passing from view. 

Even though Tom had escaped being detected, he couldn’t help from having an uneasy feeling. The two women were obviously very skilled hunters. In spite of listening intently for the slightest sound, he had been completely unaware of them approaching extremely close and were prepared to act within moments of the man showing himself. In looking back, Mike realized that, the way things turned out, it was fortune that the man had hidden nearby which resulted in him drawing all of the attention. If he had not showed up at the last moment, Tom realized that it might very well be his lifeless body hanging from that pole. There was one thing, however, of which he was certain. He would not make the mistake of underestimating the hunting ability of any the others. If they were as skilled as had been these two, he would have to be extremely vigilant for the remainder of the day.

The remainder of the day, however, turned out to be uneventful. Tom had seen no other activity when he heard a horn being sounded signaling the hunt coming to an end. It was with a feeling of relief that he started walking back in the direction he had come earlier in the day. The thought of trying to remain in the woods at try to escape being detected never crossed his mind.