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[Whitehaven] Castaway 26
In her desperation, Cassandra ran deep into the jungle, planning to hide from everyone.

Thanks to the frequent rainfalls on the island—there usually was a major downpour every afternoon—Cassandra always had plenty to drink.

Food was a bigger problem: Even though Cassandra knew how to strike a fire with using just sticks and stones, she avoided lighting a campfire. The smoke and smell would greatly increase the risk of being detected. So, she was stuck with feeding off berries and fruits plucked from trees and brushes, and the grubs and insects dug out of the ground that the People considered as delicacies.

Cassandra moved through the jungle like a wild, hunted animal, constantly alert for unusual noises or signs of other humans in the vicinity. Living in constant fear of being found by one of the hunters, Cassandra wondered if they were actively looking for her. What would they do to her in case she was caught? Cassandra did not know, but she expected the worst.

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[Whitehaven] Castaway 27
The pig girl’s disappearance put Deer Hunter in a difficult situation: He was at risk of becoming the laughingstock of the village. Some of the other men started calling him jokingly “Pig Loser.” He laughed with them, but the banter still stung.

So, Deer Hunter made it his top priority to find the escaped pansasak, alive and in one piece. After two weeks of searching, he noticed a trail of footprints where none should be and tracked their source. His heart started beating with fierce determination when he spotted the pig girl.

Deer Hunter slowly crept toward her through the underbrush, in the same way as he stalked any other prey. When he was merely two man’s heights away, he catapulted from his hiding place.

The pig girl squealed, turned, and tried to run, but Deer Hunter was faster and grabbed her with a tackle.

When Cassandra felt the arms encircling her hips like a vise and pulling her to the ground, she screamed, overwhelmed by shock, grief, and desperation. It was all for nothing! Her desperate plan to escape crashed and burned in abject failure!

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[Whitehaven] Castaway 28
The exhilaration of the successful hunt and the lithe female body writhing in Deer Hunter’s grip triggered a familiar feeling in his loins. Quickly, he stripped off his loincloth and commenced to enter the captured pansasak. After many rounds of exorcising her, Deer Hunter was no longer repulsed by the weird skin colour.

Yet the girl looked at him with sad, defeated eyes and begged: “Please, no hurt! Not hurt again!”

The desperate plea deflated Deer Hunter’s erection. He snorted and shook his head: “I don’t want to hurt you. You are mine, but why should I want to do that?”

The girl answered: “If you be like wife. Kitten. She always beat, beat, beat. Never good enough. Always scream, hurt.”

Deer Hunter, well aware that Pouncing Kitten sometimes had a bit of a temper, almost felt pity. He shook his head: “I never knew—”

The girl nodded and continued: “When you away, she give me to many men. Twenty. More.”

“What?” Deer Hunter interjected, astonished and angry about the liberty taken by his wife without asking for his permission. “Why would she—”

The girl shook her head: “Not know. She did. Hurt me much, so many men.”

With considerable guilty conscience, Deer Hunter thought: We shouldn’t have kept her in a cage all that time. I’ve let things get out of control at home. But quickly he reassured himself that this must have been all Pouncing Kitten’s fault. Things would need to change at home, drastically.

Deer Hunter gritted his teeth and said grimly: “I start to see why you ran away. I thought everybody knew what the Revered Mother said about you, but apparently not. Let’s go home.” When he saw the girl’s fearful stare, he added quickly, “Don’t worry: You will not be beaten. We will tell them you saw me and came back happily. Yes?”

“Thank you,” The girl smiled coyly, then she rubbed herself against Deer Hunter’s body and whispered: “If you still want me…”

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[Whitehaven] Castaway 29
The following hours turned out to be a whirlwind of changes for Cassandra: Upon return to the village, Deer Hunter declared her to be his third wife—after all, the shaman had found that she was a normal human being from light skinned tribe—and that her name was actually “Cloudface,” reflecting her light skin. Anyone still calling her “pig girl” would have to recon with him. Cloudface would now live and dress like all the others.

Cassandra reeled from the shock of losing her lustrous long hair and being dressed in not much more than body paint. However, she consoled herself with the fact that she was just going with the local fashion, as otherworldly it might haver seemed to her a few months ago. Also, it beat being naked, dirty and locked in a cage.

All that had happened, Deer Hunter blamed on his second wife, Pouncing Kitten. Within his heart he was not unhappy about the opportunity to cut her to size. She had become increasingly assertive over time, and this would put a stop to it. Driven by her unreasonable fear of the “pig girl,” Pouncing Kitten had mistreated Cloudface.

The errant wife had even given Cloudface to other men. That should never have happened, and she would now pay the price for that: A thorough beating, plus one day hanging naked in the frame of shame¹.

“Please, Hunter,” begged Pouncing Kitten, uncharacteristically meek and almost crying from the shame she felt, “I only wanted—I did it because of us. She’s dangerous, can’t you see that? Please!”

Deer Hunter stared at her coldly: “Cloudface is a normal woman, and you need to accept that. Never go behind my back again! Obey your husband, wife, or you will be framed again in no time.”
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¹) The rafitry henatry (frame of shame) is used as a common punishment device used by the People for medium severity transgressions, for example lying, theft, animal cruelty, or quarreling. The heads of households have the power (and duty) to string up otheir members of their household as punishment, if needed.

In the frame, the transgressor will first be beaten and then left hanging to be mocked, molested, and humiliated (e.g., pelted with rotten fruit) by passersby as part of the punishment.

Being exposed this way is a purposefully humbling experience not easily forgotten by the transgressor.

 

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[Whitehaven] Castaway 30
Deer Hunter waved toward Pouncing Kitten who was now fully spread out the punishment frame: “Go ahead, Cloudface! You were the one who suffered most from what she did. Now it is your turn.”

Cassandra felt torn. On the surface, the prospect of beating her former tormentress seemed fair and satisfying. However, it still felt wrong. Revenge rarely solved problems, it just replaced them with new ones. But clearly, Cassandra’s husband expected her to exact retribution, so she went ahead and did what she was told.

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[Whitehaven] Castaway 31
When, several months later, Cassandra’s first child was born, it turned out exactly as the shaman predicted: A healthy, normal baby boy with light brown skin colour. This confirmed again that Cloudface was—and should be treated—like anyone else. Only a few, led by Pouncing Kitten who kept bearing a grudge, did not go along, muttering darkly about impending doom and terrible pig magic about to be unleashed.

When Cloudface told stories of her home island, these fairy tales were fascinating, but, of course, nobody believed them to be real. Huge boats made out of metal! Stone houses big as hills! Moving boxes stronger than dozens of men powered by magical stone juice! Flying canoes! Children loved listening to her fanciful tales.

Even without forced exorcisms, Deer Hunter loved and kept close to his third wife. With her lithe body and her agility, she proved an asset when hunting: She was especially good at stalking and retrieving game. Cloudface regularly joined Deer Hunter on his hunting trips, replacing Pouncing Kitten, who stayed at home, taking care of work in the village.

Jokingly, Deer Hunter, referring to Cloudface’s blonde hair, said: “You’re good at retrieving and have golden hair. Maybe I should have called you ‘Golden Retriever’ instead of ‘Cloudface?’”

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[Whitehaven] Castaway 32
Disaster struck shortly after Cassandra’s third child was born. During a hunting trip, a wild boar surprised and attacked Deer Hunter, wounding him severely.

His wives brought Deer Hunter back to the village. The shaman provided whatever first aid she could, but Deer Hunter’s condition remained unstable.

Immediately, latent grumbling became louder: "We told you so!" "It is obvious—obvious! — who caused this!" "The pig girl has summoned an evil pig demon against her loving husband!" "The swine are attacking, and we need to protect the children! Will nobody think of the children‽"

A few days later, Deer Hunter succumbed to his injuries. Grief-stricken, Pouncing Kitten loudly and officially demanded retribution. The pigs had taken her husband, and something needed to be done right away!

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[Whitehaven] Castaway 33
They came for Cassandra in the middle of the night. She was stripped, bound, and dragged to the sacred grove. There, Pouncing Kitten and Ray-of-Light started to bind her to the altar stone.

“What—what’s going on? What are you doing?” asked Cassandra, confused and, like the others, still grief-stricken from her husband’s recent death.

“Something that should have happened long ago,” snapped Pouncing Kitten angrily: “Now shut up, pig, and lay down.”

Ray-of-Light stared grimly at Cassandra and added quietly: “I didn’t want this, Cloudface. There is nothing I can do, sorry!”

The shaman approached from the back, quietly and grimly. The troublemakers had forced her hand. They had even gone as far as to accuse her of treason, threatening to depose her because of being controlled by the evil pig demons. Given how shocked people were, something drastic had to be done, right now.

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[Whitehaven] Castaway 34
The shaman muttered darkly: “You bigoted idiots make me do this. Sea Spirit, give me strength!”

The knife rose.

Pouncing Kitten stared gleefully at the knife pointing downward. Soon, she would have retribution for the loss of her husband and the evil pig girl was gone for good!

Ray-of-Light turned away. She really did not want to see this.

Cassandra, her eyes fixed on the knife tip, screamed in mortal terror.

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[Whitehaven] Castaway 35
With a flip of the wrist and a powerful throw, the shaman catapulted the knife into Pouncing Kitten’s throat. The knife tip sank deep into the flesh; bright red blood spouted out of the wound.

Pouncing Kitten staggered, collapsed into a heap on the ground, and with a wet gurgle, expired.

“THE SEA SPIRIT HAS CHOSEN!” thundered the shaman. Pointing at Pouncing Kitten’s corpse, she continued: “There was an evil spirit here: IN HER! It was always in her, and now it is exorcised. Forever!”

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Deer Hunter’s corpse was given to the Sea Spirit on a sacred float and sailed into the sunset.

Pouncing Kitten’s corpse was thrown to the wild animals in disgrace like garbage. Wild swine were seen feasting on the carcass before it disappeared. Her name was never spoken again by the People.

Ray-of-Light was married off to another man and lived on, reasonably happy, bearing many more children for her new husband.

Cloudface, however, was adopted by the shaman herself as her apprentice. The stories Cloudface told about her home island worried the shaman. If even part of these were true, the People were wholly unprepared to meet that highly advanced light-skinned tribe and would need someone to intercede for them.

 

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[Whitehaven] Castaway EPILOG
February 1941 – 13 years later

Captain John Parker, U.S. Army Corps of Engineers, wiped sweat off his brow. This was going to be a challenge!

His mission was to prepare for the installation of a resupply depot on what the geographers called Watson Island, and HQ called “Island 2762.” How in God’s name would he find the arms and legs to fulfill his mission? They were severely understaffed.

Upon arriving on board the USS Arlington, they spotted signs of civilization on the shore. However, there were no records of any visit by a civilized nation in the past. Whoever lived here would never have seen a white face in their life, and God only knew what language they spoke. He just hoped that this would not become a problem. They certainly did not have the manpower to post sentries around a guarded work camp!

Shortly after Captain Parker and SFC Smith stepped on shore, a diminutive person approached them, alone: A woman in tribal regalia. To his surprise, Captain Parker saw that the woman was white. He was even more surprised when she greeted them in rusty, but perfect English:

“Welcome, gentlemen! How do you do? Cassandra Stanhope, advisor to the chief and—” She laughed melodiously. “—local witch doctor, at your service. We have long waited for this moment. How may we be of assistance to the U.S. Army? Our men and women are strong, eager to help, and know the island well. Some even understand a bit of English.”

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June 2024 – A notice in the Watson Island Gazette

Cloudface statue honours visionary builder of modern island community

On Wednesday, Watson Island Mayor and titular Chief William “Crashing Wave” Stanhope unveiled a statue of his great-grandmother, Cassandra “Cloudface” Stanhope, in front of the governance office to mark the 100-year anniversary of her arrival on the island. Through her visionary leadership, dedication, and diplomatic skill, Mrs. Stanhope had been instrumental in shepherding the island and its community into the modern age during WWII and the following decades.

THE END​

 

[tanuno]

[LmAnt] Advanced Stretching
They came in the middle of the night...
They stripped me down to my underwear and blindfolded me...
They pushed me in what I suppose was some kind of van...
They dragged me into a cold but brightly lit hall or hanger, that smelled like a car repair or welding shop...
They stretched me into some awkward device, giving just enough stress to my body to make my muscles start burning, and in a just enough distressing position that I felt humiliation slowly crawling up my spine.
And then, I heard the menacing buzzing sound of something close to me, and one of them started to ask me questions where I had no idea what he was talking about!
And I knew there was a long and very uncomfortable night ahead of me.

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[tanuno]

[LmAnt] Grounded
They didn't keep their modesty for too long, so I didn't have to worry about the embarrassment of being seen in my underwear any longer...
They clamped and plugged me unceremoniously...
They turned up the power for...just high enough for me to give an idea of things to come. But when the electrified tickling and vibrating added up to just enough pain and stimulus it was impossible for me to foresee on which side the coin would flip.

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[LmAnt] Climaxed
Oh, the sensation of experiencing the power that the body has over the mind!
How in the end it isn't struggling much to overwrite agony with lust.

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[tanuno]

[LmAnt] Debriefing
They let go of me after what had been the most intense experience in a very long time.
And while my body was still vibrating in a hotchpotch of sensations they had some discussions that were completely meaningless to me.
No need for them to watch me as I was unable to move of do anything at all anyway...

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[LmAnt] After Care
They moved me while I was still bordering between unconsciousness and awareness and they laid me on some rug or such.
They carefully and gently removed the clamps, the cuffs and the plugs. Not without sending another flood of shivers through my body.
They left the blindfold. And it was good for me as I welcomed the dimmed light and the lack of vision as a comfort, as protection almost.
They I say. It was only one of them, though.
And as gently as he handled me, he left no doubt about his power and strength.
And all the sense impressions I got from him left no doubt that he was as nude as I when he placed me head onto his lap.
Warm skin over toned muscles. Soft body hair. Strong hands in fleecy gloves.
The scent of a man that still smells seductive even after three days without a shower.
The pleasant voice, breathing words of ease all over my body and mind.
Touching him, just like touching myself came as natural as the tenderness of his fondling.

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[LmAnt] After Care - Phase II
They,...or rather he wasn't done with me yet.
Not at all.
And I didn't expect it to be over anyway.

He took his time, though and I enjoyed and appreciated the gentle strokes of his gloved hands and his sooth, muted, almost whispered words that did their job even though I couldn't tell you now what it was that he said to me.
Too much was I still busy to process what just had happened to me.
The fear, the humiliation, the agony.
The shock when they managed to turn it all into excitement.
The embarrassment when I screamingly came into their hands!
And none of my inner revolting could avoid it to happen again...and again...

And despite all this I realized how not only my mind but also my body welcomed...him.
The fondling touches that wiped away the pain and left nothing behind than calmness and peace, and even that particular warmth that I felt heating up my centre.
The scent of his cock that was close to my face.
So intense that I knew how it would taste, and so close that I could feel it growing,
and that I couldn't help but touching it,
and taking it.

"Seems to me you're ready for the next phase", he said as if he could read my body just as I.

And I felt how something solid and somewhat heavy moved down my body in his hand.
It was smooth and roundish and I kinda knew it was made of some metal,
yet it was surprisingly warm,
and it became unsurprisingly slippery when he slowly swayed it through my juicy wetness.

It was some kind of plug.
That I knew.
And I thought it would be prepared for its destination.
And I was almost right.

I heard me breathing sharply when he unexpectedly showed that warm and greasy egg away from my kitty down to my sphincter that was still recovering from the rough treatment before.
Yet still I raised my hips.
And still my hand on his didn't stop him when he slowly yet steadily plugged my ass as if it was made for it.

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[tanuno]

[LmAnt] Turning Pages
That thing in me felt...alive.
It's volume, it's weight, it's warmth.
It even seemed to move,...or rather as if it pulsated.
As if a living thing was about to make itself home in me.

It might as well have been me confusing it with the life in his cock that grew harder in my hand
and with the way his fleecy gloved finger fucked me deep and thoroughly.

Sounds came of my throat that I didn't know I was able to produce.

And they mixed with the rhythmic smacking of my pussy,
and with the mellow sliding of the velvet skin that I rubbed against my cheeks,
and with his breathing that became deeper.

"I think it's your turn now, slut", came through the breathing,
and it was up to him to show me what it meant...

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[tanuno]

[LmAnt] Payback
"Take it", he said and there was no doubt, so I took.

Deep.

And when I thought I couldn't take any more of it he showed me that I can.

Deeper.

And his moaning turned darker, wilder, sweeter.
Just like his taste in my throat.
Like his hands.

And I exploded.
Again.
With his heats that gushed and filled my fauces.

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[tanuno]

[LmAnt] The Deal
"I counted four for you", he said when after I knelt appropriately, my head being patted just right.

"You drained me once in return", he continued what I knew was the reckoning for now.

"Means I own you for three more days", he summed up perfectly.

I stayed silent in agreement to our deal.

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