[Whitehaven] Castaway 6 Ray-of-Light and Pouncing Kitten turned the pansasak around so that their husband could examine the creature.
Deer Hunter let his glance travel up and down the half-naked body. Apart from the strange skin and hair colour she looked much like normal People. A bit on the small side and, with her injuries, not looking particularly dangerous—but that meant nothing with spirits, incarnated or not.
Deer Hunter wondered about the pansasak’s spirit animal. Lemur? Frog? Pig? Yes, with that pink skin, this was probably a pig girl.
Cassandra stirred awake, only to realize that she was pinned down, with her arms spread out and held. A dark-skinned man hulked over her, with a spear pointed menacingly toward her breastbone. After a moment of shock, she screamed in panic: “No! No! Stop it! Don’t!”
“Hunter! Do something!” cried Pouncing Kitten. “She’s trying to curse you.”
Deer Hunter hesitated. What the pansasak croaked—her throat seemed to be very dry—did not sound like an attack. Maybe she was just begging for help? Still, the risk of magic could not be ignored, but he also did not want to injure the creature needlessly.
Then he remembered a tale from the legends, where an ancestor, Roaring Wind, tamed a snake-witch. If it worked then, it could work here, too.
[Whitehaven] Castaway 7 Deer Hunter, remembering the tale¹ of Roaring Wind and the snake-witch, ripped off both his loincloth and the fabric wrapped around the pig girl’s torso and descended upon her. He closed his eyes, trying to ignore the swine-coloured skin rubbing against his breast, and entered her. Luckily, the pansasak felt completely normal on the inside. So, he got to work pumping his body against hers, trying to fill her womb as fast as possible.
Cassandra screamed in horror, as the man swooped down on her. With a mixture of disbelief, panic, and pain she felt how he stripped and forcefully took her, pushing his member deep into her vagina. Weak and dehydrated as she was, there was not a lot of resistance she could put up, but she tried her best. To no avail: The black man started to pound Samantha with long, hard strokes. When she sensed him discharging deep inside her belly, she let out a final scream of despair and collapsed, hoping that the ordeal would be over now.
Pouncing Kitten glared down toward the grunting, squirming bodies with disgruntlement. She knew what Hunter was doing, and why he did it. But why bother? Why should they take the risk? If it was up to her, they would have walked on and left the creature where it was, or thrown it back into the sea, to let the sharks do the rest. Pouncing Kitten was afraid that nothing good would come from having this pink pansasak around.
After his climax, Deer Hunter felt a glow of satisfaction: Things had indeed worked out as described in the tale! First, the pig girl had tried to curse him again, but as soon as his seed filled her womb, she relented. Obviously, she knew that she had now become powerless. At least for a while, they were safe.
_____ ¹) Once upon a time, Roaring Wind, a skillful hunter, was on his way back to the village after a successful hunt. A girl stopped him, asking him to hand over the goat he was carrying. While the girl talked, Roaring Wind noticed the forked tongue. Then he knew that had met a pansasak, a snake girl. Of course, he declined to share his prey with her. After all, he had to provide for his family, and he was not fond of snakes, either.
When the girl started to mutter incantations, Roaring Wind staggered. He felt his willpower and mind slip. Just in time, an inner voice—possibly the ghost of one of his ancestors—declared: “She cannot hurt what is inside her.” Roaring Wind, realizing how to put something of him inside the witch, pounced on her and mounted her. The witch screamed and protested but could not stop him. Soon she was indeed powerless in his grasp. With a final, impotent curse she slithered off into the underbrush. Roaring Wind could bring his prey—and a tale of adventure—back to his family.
[Whitehaven] Castaway 8 “Tie her up,” commanded Deer Hunter. “We’ll take her back to the village and talk to the shaman. It’s also for her own protection. If she runs around on her own, somebody might get spoked and attack her. Also, she would frighten the children.”
Pouncing Kitten did what she was told but muttered under her breath: “Yes, think of the children! It’ll be a disaster, mark my words! This damned pig girl will bring us nothing but bad luck.”
Ray-of-light, overhearing the grumbling, giggled: “Come on, Kit. Lighten up! I think she’s kinda cute—for a pig. If we keep her, maybe she can help us with the chores? Piggie is half human; she can’t be that dumb.”
“Maybe not dumb, but what if she puts a hex on you, eh?”
“You and your hexes,” Ray-of-Light rolled her eyes. “Look at the poor thing! She’s terrified and tired. I don’t know what she is, but if that’s an evil witch, I’m a gorilla.”
Despite all her fear, by now, Cassandra was too exhausted and mentally spent to really care anymore. In a way, lying on the ground was almost relaxing. She knew that she could not fight against what was happening to her, so she did not even try. Being tied up even had some upside: It prevented any further rape.
[Whitehaven] Castaway 9 Cassandra was being carried by the two women accompanying the warrior. They gripped her effectively, if not too gently.
Cassandra was keenly aware of her nakedness. Being completely unclothed made her feel deeply ashamed, especially because, being bound hand and feet, she was unable to cover herself. At the same time, she reminded herself that she probably should not feel that way. After all, her captors were almost naked, too. For them, this was probably more natural than Cassandra’s normal attire. Rationally, Cassandra knew that she probably looked “normal” to them, yet emotionally, she still felt exceedingly uncomfortable.
Besides longing for water, Cassandra also worried about her future. Hopefully, these savages would not kill her. If they had wanted her dead, they could have done that many times. But what if they wanted to carry her to a cooking place and eat her? Cannibals did exist, after all.
Even if she was not on the menu tonight... Cassandra was very aware of the fact that she already had been raped once. Being taken by force again, maybe by the whole tribe, was probably one of the better outcomes.
Cassandra squirmed in her bonds, which held her tightly. Whatever fate was awaiting her, she was helpless to avoid it.
[Whitehaven] Castaway 10 After arriving in the village, Deer Hunter tied the pig girl to a tree and went off in search of the shaman.
As Cassandra had expected, she attracted considerable attention from the natives. Soon, a cluster of men had formed around her. Cassandra shivered, overcome by the musky smell of unwashed male bodies crowding her.
The way they poked and pulled on her suggested that the men were fascinated by her skin. But it was also abundantly clear that they ogled and groped her nubile body, showing great interest in her femininity.
Cassandra pulled desperately on her bonds, drowning in shame and still desperately wishing for water. Since the storm that washed her ashore, she had not drunk a drop. She whimpered: “Water! Please give me some wat—” Cassandra’s plea ended in a yelp when a backhanded blow whacked her mouth. One of the men growled at her.
Crushing Wave snarled at the pansasak: “Shut up, witch!” He wiggled his eyebrow at his friend Night-Rain: “Fucking witches, I tell you. But everything seems to be in the right place on her, eh?”
Night-Rain grinned back: “We ought to try if she’s normal on the inside, too, if you know what I mean.”
Crushing Wave laughed: “Watch out! If you aren’t careful, you’d get your dick bitten off by her magic pussy or something. Take it easy.”
Wilting under the collective laughter of the men around her, Cassandra shivered and moaned in despair.
[Whitehaven] Castaway 11 Cassandra shivered under the woman’s scrutinizing gaze. It felt as if the medicine woman—or whatever she was—stared deep into her soul. Cassandra licked her parched lips and panted. She didn’t dare ask for water again, but she wanted to make the woman understand how desperately she needed something to drink.
The shaman¹ examined the pink-skinned girl from top to bottom: Hair, face, torso, private parts, legs. Everything seemed completely normal, apart from the unusual colouring. The shaman remembered that, sometimes, People were born with mottled skin—where there were light patches on the skin—but she had never seen a human who was only light-skinned. Was there maybe another island with people like this, and the girl had been blown here by the storm?
“They say you’re a witch, pig girl,” murmured the shaman, “let’s see…” She shoved a finger into Cassandra’s vagina and skillfully began to rub her clitoris. Soon, Cassandra’s body involuntarily responded and made her moan with unwanted pleasure.
The shaman flashed a quick grin, pulled out her finger, and stated: “She might be a pig on the inside, but she’s no witch. A witch would have resisted my touch.” Turning to Deer Hunter, she said: “This, young man, is an almost perfectly normal girl. She is very thirsty, though. Can you please fetch some water and give it to her?”
Deer Hunter complied and gave Cassandra some water to drink. Cassandra, overcome with gratitude and relief, almost forgot her predicament, smiled, and sighed: “Thank you!”
The shaman continued: “You can have her back, young man, but if you don’t want her, I could use her in my rituals.”
“I’ll take her. Thank you!” answered Deer Hunter quickly. Some of the rituals were… less desirable to attend. “One more question: If she’s not a witch, can I still, you know, keep exorcising her? I mean—like Roaring Wind did with the snake-witch, you know…” He smiled sheepishly and blushed under his dark skin.
The shaman looked at him sternly, then mellowed into a slight smile: “You can tell your wives that there’s no harm in performing the exorcism. Let’s leave it at that, ok?” And she thought to herself: I am curious to see what will result from that mating.
With a grateful nod and a smile, Deer Hunter untied the pig girl from the tree and dragged her toward his hut where his wives were already waiting.
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¹) We will not learn the shaman's name. The shaman, who is always a woman selected for her intelligence and wisdom, has a secret name known only to her, her ancestors, and the Sea Spirit.
[Whitehaven] Castaway 12 “I don’t care if The Mother said that she’s a human or not,” fumed Pouncing Kitten. “That creature is not sleeping next to us in the hut, and that’s final. She goes into the cage.”
“Ok, ok,” Ray-of-Light shrugged. “I wouldn’t mind, but if you insist. I still find her cute, though.”
“Cute my ass! She’s a fucking pig,” grumbled her co-wife, “and she’ll have to pull her weight if we feed her.”
[Whitehaven] Castaway 13 Cassandra tried to find a position in the cage that was at least somewhat relaxing. It was too small to stretch her legs or to kneel upright. This would become an uncomfortable night.
Her stomach growled. Unable to keep down the dinner, she hoped against hope that there was something else to eat. Yes, this would become a very uncomfortable night, indeed.
Pouncing Kitten glared down toward the pig girl: “Ungrateful creature! We left you a nice dinner: Juicy grubs, so fresh that some were still wiggling. The rest of a sheep’s head; we even left the best part for you—one of the eyeballs.” She sighed and pointed an accusing finger at the caged girl. “A smart pig would have fed on that. And you? You spit it all out. Tell me why we should waste our food on you and shouldn’t let you starve, you stupid sow. Oh, you can’t talk. Fuck you!” She turned around and climbed into the hut, leaving a disconsolate Cassandra alone in her misery.
[Whitehaven] Castaway 14
A few weeks later…
The door swung open. Cassandra sighed and crawled out of the cage.
It was always the same, day after day: After an unsettled night in the cramped cage, a new day of never-ending toil awaited her. But before that, the morning had something else in store which she was looking forward to even less.
[Whitehaven] Castaway 15 Cassandra gritted her teeth. Today, he was taking her from behind. This was probably her least favourite variant because it hurt the most. At other times, he lay on top of her or used her mouth.
He always took her in the morning before they ventured out, or had another man do it when he was away overnight.
This was what Cassandra euphemistically called “breakfast.” They would actually eat later when it fit during the day or in the evening.
[Whitehaven] Castaway 16 Cassandra’s day consisted of work, work, and more work. Being unfamiliar with advanced techniques like hunting and trapping, Cassandra was relegated to menial duties. Often, Pouncing Kitten and Ray-of-Light ordered her to carry heavy burdens for hours.
Cassandra worked as diligently as she could, suffering in the heat, humidity, and under the scorching sun. She did not dare to slow down or rest. If she did, somebody would immediately start screaming at her, followed by painful slaps or kicks.
[Whitehaven] Castaway 17 Cassandra was grateful that one of the women with whom she lived made some efforts to teach her about her language and local plants. She started to pick up some words and used her knowledge in trying to make herself useful.
To Ray-of-Light’s surprise, the pig girl seemed to pick up words quite fast. She was smarter than a normal animal. She even seemed to indicate that she had a name, but Ray-of-Light did not want to pronounce it. Who knew what magic would be let loose if she started to use demon words?
[Whitehaven] Castaway 18 Ray-of-Light turned toward Pouncing Kitten, who was berating the pig girl over some triviality: “Give her a break, Kit! She is trying. She can’t understand well, so she sometimes mixes up right and left.”
“Fuck it,” grumbled Pouncing Kitten, “it’s not just that. Did you notice that Hunter seems pretty tired at night? Either it’s some evil magic by this pansasak, or he’s exorcising too much. Either way, it’s her fault.”
[Whitehaven] Castaway 19 There were some things in Cassandra’s new life that she just couldn’t get comfortable with. The lack of toilets was one of them. She just couldn’t avoid feeling self-conscious and embarrassed squatting out in the open for everyone to see, doing her business.
At least nobody was interested in that; it was just the way these people lived. They just urged her to hurry up if she took too long.
[Whitehaven] Castaway 20 While Deer Hunter and Ray-of-Light were away on an errand, Pouncing Kitten had an idea: Why should just her husband have the fun of “exorcising” the pansasak? She could do that, too. So, pulling the pig girl from the cage, she pointed to her crotch and made licking motions with her tongue.
At first, Cassandra did not understand what the woman wanted from her. She quivered in fear because she knew that if she did not do what was expected from her, she would surely be berated, kicked, and beaten. Then she understood and an icy clump formed in her stomach. Cassandra swallowed a knot of revulsion as the musty smell of unwashed, sweaty skin filled her nostrils. Dutifully and afraid of the consequence if she did not comply, she began to poke her tongue into Pouncing Kitten’s slit.
Pouncing Kitten savoured the power she had over the pig girl. It felt good making the creature do her bidding.
Pouncing Kitten, lost in the enjoyment of the pig girl’s ministrations, whipped around when she heard her husband’s voice.
“What are you doing?” asked Deer Hunter, looking disturbed at what he saw.
Quickly, Pouncing Kitten kicked the pig girl away from her and responded with feigned agitation: “Did you see that? What—what she did to me? Thank you for saving me, husband! This—this witch POUNCED on me… GRABBED me… SEDUCED me! It was HORRIBLE! She tried to suck my life essence out of me!” She shuddered visibly. “You saw it! I am SO relieved that you came in time to save me.”
“I have a pretty good idea who did the pouncing here, my dear,” mumbled Ray-of-Light under her breath, but only to herself. It wasn’t the place or time for a wife to speak up.
Deer Hunter thought for a moment. His wife’s explanation did not sound honest and was only marginally believable.
“I not—not want. She tell m—me do,” interjected the pansasak haltingly, pointing at Pouncing Kitten.
“Silence!” thundered Deer Hunter. He was quite sure that the pig girl was right and Pouncing Kitten was lying. Yet he could not be seen taking the side of a half-human against his own wife. People would talk, think that he was mad, bewitched by the pansasak. This would be trouble.
Deer Hunter knew what he had to do, even though he did not like it. He ordered, pointing toward the pink-skinned girl crouching at his feet: “Take her to the shaman. It seems that my exorcism is no longer as, er, potent as it used to be. We may need stronger measures to contain her evil magic. The Revered Mother will know what to do.”
[Whitehaven] Castaway 22 The shaman, despite her doubts about the veracity of Pouncing Kitten’s tale, agreed that something ought to be done. Too many of the People were uncomfortable with the strange creature in their midst, and she could not let rumors about a life-force sucking predator spread. This would endanger her experiment: She still was interested in getting the pansasak pregnant and in seeing the eventual offspring.
Thus, she ordered that the pig girl had to spend a day amidst the Purple Sea-Worms¹. Due to their nature, the creatures would drain her of any remaining magical energy.
Normally, the creatures were easily avoided, but being tied to a tree, Cassandra had no chance but to suffer the horror of having slugs creeping up on her body and burying sharp teeth into her skin.
The shaman, watching the screaming girl from the shore, sighed with a modicum of compassion, while Pouncing Kitten enjoyed the spectacle with gleaming eyes.
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¹) In the People’s mythology, the Purple Sea-Worms were created from blood drops spilled by the arch-demon Tsymihitsy when defeated by the Sea Spirit. Since their creation, the loathsome creatures, in their quest to re-impersonate their master, eagerly sought to drain any living being of its life force.
A marine biologist, however, would classify them as parasites: Semi-aquatic slugs with sharp claws—to hold on to the skin of land and sea animals—and with equally sharp mandibles, to better draw blood for nourishment.
[Whitehaven] Castaway 23 Cassandra jerked up. A jolt of terror ran through her. She just noticed that “the bully” stood behind her. That was what she had started to call the woman that kept terrorizing her.
“Please! I much done. Work many,” pleaded Cassandra, staring up toward the woman, hoping that this time she would not be beaten or kicked.
Pouncing Kitten grinned inwardly when she heard the pig girl’s terrified bleating. It felt good seeing the creature quaking in fear. In a fleeting moment, she wondered if she should be kinder to the swine. After all, it really seemed to be trying to work hard. Sure, it was puny and not very powerful, but the effort was there. But being nice would rob her of a unique plaything! She liked using the pig girl to relieve her frustration. The creature did not push back, so Pouncing Kitten could keep going.
“Come!” barked Pouncing Kitten. She reminded herself that she had to speak slowly and use simple sentences. The pig girl was too stupid to understand a real conversation. “Follow me! You need to get—” Pouncing Kitten tried to find a simple phrase to convey the concept. “—the demon in you trampled down again.”
[Whitehaven] Castaway 24 Sometimes, Deer Hunter was away from the village on his own, Of course, even then the pansasak exorcisms needed to be maintained. It did not come as a huge surprise to Pouncing Kitten that some of the other men in the village were quite eager to help. Still, their eagerness opened interesting possibilities.
Today, Deer Hunter was away, hunting only with Ray-of-Light as his companion. Pouncing Kitten had volunteered to take care of things at home in the meantime. Then, she had made it known in the village that everyone bringing her five coconuts would be considered sufficiently devoted to the Sea Spirit to assist in the ritual.
To make sure that the pig girl did not run away, Pouncing Kitten secured her to the ground in front of their hut. She waved languidly: “Next, please! Howling Wind, that’s you, I think. She’s In pain? No, don’t worry. That’s just the evil spirit inside. Of course, it doesn’t like being conquered. It’s fine! And as for the, er, sacred fluid on her belly, grab a palm leaf and wipe it off., if you will.”
Cassandra stared into nothingness, waiting for the nightmare to pass. After the first few men she started to scream, but the woman choked her until she stopped. Now she just gritted her teeth and let one man after another take her. Some faster, some slower. Some bigger, some smaller. Somebody had explained to her that raping her was supposed to be a religious ritual, connected to an evil spirit, but the only evil spirit that Cassandra knew lounged next to her.
[Whitehaven] Castaway 25 Almost driven to madness by the constant abuse, Cassandra finally snapped. She just could not stand it anymore! Anything was better than staying in this hellhole! So, in a moment when she was unobserved, Cassandra snuck to the outskirts of the village and ran. Over the last months, she had learnt quite a bit from her captors on how to survive in the jungle, and hiding there on her own was better than enduring more abuse.
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