Sunset over Paradise
First Contact
It is to my delight that after two fortnights we finally spotted lands, a practical virgin island in the far eastern lands! A green jewel in a sea of blue, and although one of our mastheads claims to have spotted it first, I surely did see it last night, and so the spoils of the first spotter go (or rather sats), with me.
The land itself is a lush island, bountiful with its gifts and populated with numerous natives of the far east.
And what natives this land has! At first glance, we mistook them for beasts, for they are full of fur from head to toe, and like beasts, they are formidable in size, strength, and claws, towering over my men. It is to our great fortune, or perhaps providence, that they are so tame and naive that they freely welcomed my men with gifts. For they are full of fur, they wear no clothes except for the breast loinclothes, walking freely nicely, and they seem to have no arms of iron, and nearly no agriculture. Although gold flows freely in the stream of their island home, they have fashioned themselves golden trinkets and, in turn, freely gifted us with them.
That said, we have made little progress in teaching them our language yet. Vocalizing and pointing at objects can only take us so far, and if I am to prove the bounty of this land, I am expected to bring much more gold or the bounties of the far east. Dreadfully, these people seem to have little contact with the mainland, and we cannot stay for long before returning.
Although we have not yet seen a man among their number. Either way, we will soon set about building ourselves a fort here, tearing down the trees nearest to our ship. Once that is finished, I shall leave a detachment of my men here so we may reinforce them upon our return.
We finally spotted the 'men' of the tribe. If they could be called that. Rather, these men appeared more like our women: The fur on their heads flowed out into long manes, braided into thick ropes, and much to our relief (and confusion), they appear to be even less dangerous and more docile than their female counterparts, and indeed, they had no strength of arms. If I were to illustrate the difference in strength between them and us, it would be the same gap–although to a smaller extent–that exists between our people and the savage women of this land.
That said, the situation in which we encountered them was not the best. Indeed, while logging for the fort, that was an incident.
Some of the men have continued to work into the night, logging the outskirts of the forest when they were approached by some of the curious male specimens of the species. Some altercation started, and in short order, the female arrived. By the time I had awakened and dragged to see what the commotion was, my loggers and I fled back onto the ship as a small force of natives gathered. Nothing else happened, but their shining eyes could be seen between the trees.
It seems that, like beasts, they do not need the light of day to see. It is worrying.
Hopefully, we shall be off soon. I trust in the passivity of the natives (ruled as they are by their women), so I do not believe they are any great threat to the garrison I shall leave behind.
Capture
It is with great shame that I write now, we, venerable explorers as we were, had set about when we left to navigate the great ocean that separates the west and east. We were taken from the ship in the night, stripped naked, blindfolded, and taken into the heart of the island. Indeed, as I write this, I count the heads of my fellow captives and find not all of us are here.
But with great horror, I must record this next part. To ensure that the record remains undiluted, that others know of the true peril of this land, and in the spirit of scientific curiosity. Indeed, when we were taken by them, they took us in the manner we have learned they take their men.
Roughly and with great force, all throughout the night, we can hear the screamings of their mating, and when the men of the tribe are no longer able to keep up, they descend into our prison to retrieve one of our number. Soon after, his screams of pleasure and pain join that chorus. Some have been returned, most are not.
Shamefully, I feel lucky that I have not been taken. Although the women have kept some distance from me in particular, I fear it is due to some knowledge or plan they have. In the end, as of now, all I have is this journal. It is only through luck and their savagery that they appear ignorant of the written word, and so I have been able to keep my journal on my person.
Hopefully, I shall be able to mount an escape soon.
I must record this now while the details of my defilement are fresh in my mind.
They held me down, bound my arms, blindfolded me, and seized me, taken under the arms of one of their women. The heat of her body and fur burned against my nakedness, my only protection against the chill air.
I could hear them as we exited out into the camo, the hooting and hollering of the women as they had their way with their menfolk and my crew. Cries of pleasure and pain, drowning out my own thoughts as I was hauled, to what I now assume to be their savage chieftess (for I did not see her).
Soon enough, the sounds were dampened as I was dropped off in the central tent. Although I could not see, I could tell it was large and filled with many people due to the heat of the room, despite the lack of any fire (at least one I could feel). That and the constant low muttering of their voices.
The grass was warm beneath my feet, but soon I had other matters to worry about. Their bestial chieftess began talking (although I did not know what she was saying), her bestial voice struck me deep into my core, implanting me with the deepest terror and strange thoughts. Not long after, she seized me onto her lap and forced my mouth onto her nipple.
Before I knew what was happening, I was suckling; it was to my horror that I heard her spit into her palm. The next thing I knew, her soaked, furred hand was wrapped around my phallus. I tried to move away, but she held me on her lap. It is here I feel as if I must mention the texture of her fur. It was like nothing I had ever felt before, softer than the finest silks, and stronger than steel. Try as I might, some part of me wanted to lean into her, to be swallowed by her warmth.
Either way, despite how I felt, she continued her assault. Thus quickly, my erection grew, and I panted, failing to hold it in as the others approached, groping my body as the chieftess had her way with me. Up and down, soggy and wet, unbearably soft. She took her hand away at the last moment, and I shamefully felt my seed explode out of me, invariably coating her fur as the crowd around us roared in delight.
Once I had spent my seed, I fell into her grasp fully.
What happened next was a blur. Every time I attempted to move away, it seemed as if a new body (a new bosom) appeared for me to suckle from, the women folk grabbing my head and forcing me to their breasts one after another, and when not a breast, their mouths and wetness came to greet me. Slimy tongues forcing themselves past my lips and over my teeth, dripping cunts and salty nectar. Whenever I attempted to resist, there was another mound of warm, furred flesh to greet me, More coos and whispers echoing in my ear, more hands to grope me.
I do not know when it stopped, but eventually my senses left me, and I remember no more of that night.
When I awoke, I found myself in this tent again with even fewer of my men than when I arrived. I do not know how long I was out, but I shamefully have felt more well rested than I have in many, many years, and whatever weakness there was in my bones has left me. As for now, fortunately and perhaps due to their milk, I am hale.
While some of my men maintain their self-control, others have fully given into our captors, or taken away by them seemingly as husbands to take the place (or perhaps in addition), of their native ones. Others seem to have retained their wits.
What has happened here is not entirely natural. Once we see our chance, my men shall make our escape posthaste. Even if only a fourth of our number escape, it would be enough to dare a journey across the great ocean. If then we perish on the waves, we can only count ourselves lucky that these savages cannot follow us.
Escape
We have escaped. I will try to be brief, for I do not know how long we have
We have been free for several days now, but our situation has not improved. When we went to the beach, we saw our ship from a distance. My men were already made subservient to the womenfolk of this island. And so we have crept in the shadows, moving day and night to stay just ahead of the patrols.
If only we could have restful sleep, then perhaps I could figure something out.
But in my dreams, I am in that tent again. Not surrounded by the native women, but with her and only her. She holds me like a babe, but her arms cover her chest, barring me from sucker. The worst part is she never touches me there, and I am given no milk, no matter how much I beg. In some of my dreams, I am drawn further into madness, rutting against the softness of her fur, only for the dream to end before I can release myself.
She is like a demon plaguing my mind. I cannot quench my thirst. I go to the river and drink and drink and drink. The more I drink, the sicker I feel; the water and climate are bad for us. Oh, if only we were home. If only I listened to how foolish a voyage this would be.
Even now, my hands shake, my sweat glinting in the trees. I can barely hold a pen, and my men do little better.
In my sleep, all I hear are the sounds of suckling, and the sweet coddlings of our mistress captor.
Recapture
We were taken in the night, my small band of traitors escapees were picked up from under the leaves where we slept, helpless to resist the soft fur and the strong arms of the native women. Even as they marched us off under the moonlight, the women did not waste a second in disciplining violating my men, forcing their tongues down their throats, and mouths to their teats.
Soon, I had found myself deposited in that same tent for earlier, and then, they left me with their chieftess, the warrior women taking my men away to be trained. I did not resist as she approached, and when she held me in her arms, I melted against the softness and warmth of her fur against my body. How desperate was I to drink from her teat?
I tried to resist, nuzzling my head into her warm abdomen, feeling her fur tickle my face. One hand was all she needed. Oh, how wonderful it was, how terrible, the feeling of her claw trailing down my jaw. She bid me to look up, and shuddering, I obeyed. Behind her head was a corona of light, and I seemed to have lost all sense of myself, all my thoughts consumed by the desire to serve and rut. When she brought my mouth to her breast. I screwed my eyes shut and felt that warmth spread throughout my body.
When she pulled me away from her teat, I was sobbing like a child, milk drunk and needy. I was begging for her forgiveness, and she smiled at me, oh, that horrible, terrible smile. A face I could never refuse. The next thing I knew, her tongue invaded my mouth, the chieftess tasting her own milk on my tongue.
My cock was harder then it had ever been then, pushing into the softness of her belly fur, pressing at the outside other womb. She took me then fully, allowing me to taste of her cunt, to mate her and do my best of rutting.
Thrusting
Thrusting
Thrusting
Sweat glistening, musk clogging my nose as I spilled my seed into her. I could not escape, again and again we fucked, she bounding on top of me. Every so often I would be granted reprieve to drink from her brest.
Then the thrusting would begin again.
I could not resist. I could not.
Their milk is the most potent opium a man can have. God help us all.
After our return capture to our mistresses Ink is smugged on the page, it looks as if several words were written over each other and crossed out in sporadic fashion, but the entry eventually picks up again
Despite our escape, or perhaps because of the quickening of whatever plans they have, they have taken to our language faster than I would have thought. Already, my mistress converses with me fluently. It would be to my shame that I told them everything. You must understand, I could not refuse. At her touch, I am weak, quivering, a babe suckling at her teat, a mere animal that cannot refuse her commands.
Yet, despite my subservience, now I am denied her milk.
She holds me at night, her warmth against mine, enveloping me in her love but denying me the milk. Even now, the emptiness in me gnaws, and she refuses to fill it, 'weaning' she says. I must be weaned off the milk, slowly, and only given a little. For what purpose, I do not know why, but being so close to her yet being denied night after night brings tears to my eyes.
I must be quick, mother my mistress returns.
Final Entry
It has been some time since I have written in this journal, and it is with much shame that I reflect on the content of my previous entries. How greedy was I, seeking to plunder the vast lands of the far east, ignorant of the world, unknown of the paradise that awaited us. I have never felt stronger or nobler in my cause; no longer am I a savage lusting after gold and glory, indeed, I am a changed man, born again in a baptism of milk.
I return now a missionary and a traitor, my crew all weaned to reduce the craving of all like minds, and my mistress in the hold below. Let this journal be a testament to the man I was, and a reminder to the man I am.
My mistress's plan is cunning; to subdue the whole of the human world in one fell stroke is impossible, even for a kind as cunning, swift, and strong as our mistresses. We will return with treasures and gifts, clad in the restricting garments of our old life, and I shall say to the:
"Brothers and sisters! Behold the wealth of the new world."
And their greed shall be stoked, and when we speak of the people of the new world, we shall deceive them for their own sake, like how our new masters first deceived us upon arrival. For we shall say:
"They are beasts in that land, docile beasts that walk on two legs. They are a people unlike us.
And once again, it shall inflame their greed, their lust for slaves, and their desire for conquest. Once I have inflamed them, I shall promise them everything once more, and again, they could not resist. When they have furnished my crew with the equipment for our advance, two scores of ships, and all the blessings and wealth we need, we shall once again return to the new world.
All the while, my mistress, our chieftess, our divine mother, sleeps in the hold of our ship. When we have entrapped a few men and women of status and power but weak in mind, we shall bring them here, and they will be welcomed into our family with her baptism of milk. Stronger now that is with my child, mother's milk she calls it, far more potent and flowing in such great abundance.
Our mother has already contacted the other chieftesses of the new world's mainland, other tribes and races of divine beasts such as her, blessed with the same milk, and when we arrive, our ship's crew and the unenlightened shall be captured and brought to the bosom as I have. The date of our arrival shall be an orgy like no other, a new dawn for the old and new world.
Once all the crews have been brought into the fold, our lie can continue, the newly enlightened shall not betray their mothers, and those in other lands who hear of the new world's riches will similarly join our family. Slowly then, in secret, some of the mothers will go to the old world and ply their trade, expanding their power until slowly, slowly, the entire land is brought into their loving embrace.
I can only hope that in time, they learn to love our new masters quicker than I have.