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Tribune
A Bad B-movie/grindhouse/direct-to-video Cannibal Crux Story
Inspired by the Eli Roth movie The Green Inferno.
A group of twenty girls from the same college, all aged between 18 and 22, all hot and facially beautiful, with an even distribution of blondes, redheads and brunettes, wanted to do something socially responsible for their spring break. They found what they were looking for in one of their teaching assistants, a charming male anthropology graduate student. He told them of a remote tribe facing cultural extinction thanks to mineral wealth found on tribal land. He also told them they could be a part of the solution if they parachuted in, blocked the miners and filmed the miners' aggressiveness with their cellphones.
All twenty girls volunteered on the spot. After a few weeks of night training after school, they were ready to go at the beginning of spring break.
The girls parachuted to the remote jungle. They landed without so much as a scratch, never mind a broken bone. Their parachute instructor had been a buff hunk.
Their land navigation instructor, on the other hand, had been an obese, balding man with glasses and too much facial hairs. As a result, the girls were lost, wandering in circles for hours before they came to a cool brook. Having been in their sweaty jump gear for hours, they all relished the idea of a nice swim to clean up. Off came the jump gear, on came the birthday suits and the girls were soon in and frolicking in the water. When some were cleaned, refreshed enough, they swam back ashore, only to find that all their clothing was gone.
"Guys! Our stuff's go--"
She did not finish her sentence. A dart felled her. Other darts felled the other two that had come ashore, and they collapsed in a naked heap.
The girls still in the water screamed and headed for the other bank. Once they reached this, they began to run for the safety of the woods. A fraction of them made it that far, darts thinning their numbers. The fraction that made it trampled the soft foliage underneath, thinking they were putting some distance between them and the fiends shooting the darts...only to be collectively swept off their feet as they sprung a huge trap that netted them all and lifted them all several feet off the ground.
Those rendered unconscious by the darts came to to the screaming of those being hauled in the net. Once they got their bearings, and saw that they each were being carried by two half-naked, muscular males clad only in loincloths but covered in a red pigment who held opposite ends of a pole from which each giel hung suspended by bound wrists and ankles, they too began screaming.
Eventually, they reached the village. The netted girls first were forced into a cage. Then they were forced into a corner of that cage by armed, red, loincloth-only-clad men, while other loincloth-only clad men carried in their friends on spits and cut them loose. The girls screamed for what seemed hours. They stopped when they saw the villagers were just staring at them.
Night fell, and the villagers went to bed. The girls, all stark naked, felt cold. They huddled together for warmth...but this huddle began to turn into something more...
A loud bark from a male stopped the pleasuring. Suddenly, the light of several torches illuminated the girls. The door to the cage was undone and several village men stormed in and, four to a girl, grabbed each girl and dragged her out of the cage before she knew what was happening. When the girls figured out what was happening, they started screaming again.
The girls were taken to another cage. They felt a sting at the small of their back, then every muscle below their belly buttons went flacid, although every nerve there was as frightfully alive as every other single nerve in their bodies. The girls ankles, calves, knees and thighs were fastened securely to what looked to be crude, bamboo gynaecologists' stirrups raised on a slight elevation so that their anuses were as exposed as their pussies. Their wrists, forearms, elbows and arms were firmly bound to the ground.
The girls saw village women approach them with large bowls. A new agony began as the girls felt the village women spread something liquid and icky all over their labiae and push with thin fingers deeply into their anuses and pussies. The agony went up several notches as that liquid, icky something began to burn like hell. Scream as the girls would, the village women remained immobile for what seemed forever. Eventually, each girl passed out.
Dawn woke them. They were no longer in cages but staked spread-eagled out in the open. The burn on their labiae and in their anuses and pussies was still there, but it had dulled. The girls' terror heightened anew as each girl now saw several village women approach her with several large bowls.
A painful and abrupt sensation that was not without joy erupted in the girls anuses and pussies as the village women yanked out what had been that liquid, icky material, but what was now something hardened. The pleasure dissipated rapidly as each girl felt the hands of several village women massaging every inch of her with a gooey, resin-like substance. Each girl screamed and thrashed to no avail as the village women were not suburban latte-slurpers whose hardest day consisted of not making it to the frat house before the beer ran out, but rather women who had toiled all their lives. The village women's grips on the girls' limbs, forelimbs and limb joints were so vice-like that no amount of thrashing could shake them. Then came a new agony. The resin the village women had spread on the girls' nubile, lovely young bodies began a hellish combination of giving the girls the sensation that every square inch of them was being tickled and poked with a sharp object and burned at the same time.
But the worst was when each girl was strapped ankle and wrist to this X-shaped device, her poor crotch taking the brunt of her weight and becoming the focal point of her agony, although the ticklish, burning poke of the resin was still very present.
It seemed this went on for days. The girls would faint. They would be revived and given this milky drink that had a proteinacious taste to it. The girls figured they were delirious, for most of them had sworn they had come many times after a while bound suspended on the X-shaped device...only to find themselves going up-and-down in what seemed an eternal, Sisyphean cycle of moving away from the agony in her crotch until lactic acid in her calves and forearms kicked in and down again to the pudendal inferno she went. This seemed to go on for days...
Then there was oblivion. Then all twenty girls woke up. They were no longer bound to the X-shaped devices, but back in the cage. The pain of the previous forever was gone.
They were still naked, however, so they instinctively covered themselves when they saw a single tall village man looking at them.
"I mean you no harm" declared the village man.
"What, you speak English?"
"Yes. I have a PhD in ethno-biochemistry from MIT. I use it to help my people fight those miners who would destroy us."
"Wha-WHAT??? We came to help you!"
"Yes you did. You were betrayed. Your activist teaching assistant was paid by the mining company to have you dropped here. News of your disappearance was meant to scare away all who would help us.
"But things did not go the way he planned"
"But...but why did you do...that... to us?"
"I am sorry for the immense discomfort, but you have helped us in ways you could not have imagined. While you were in agony, you were also in pleasure. The distinction between the two is a very fine line. You each came several times while bound up on those Saint Andrew's Crosses. Part of my doctoral work included characterizing and analyzing the vaginal fluids of the college-aged female. I found it has a potent chemical that, mixed with some of the local herbs and spices, has a particular effect on men. Specifically, if a man is hit with a dart laced with the vaginal fluid of an 18-22 year old college female, mixed with herbs and spices unique to this region, he becomes addicted to masturbation as if it was crack or meth. He masturbates until the skin on his hands falls off. He goes insane if he cannot continually masturbate. Now that we have harvested enough of your vaginal fluids, we have all the weaponry we need to fight off the miners."
"But...you took it without our consent!"
"For that I am sorry. Please accept this as an apology and a token of appreciation."
Several village men appeared. They placed before the cages what looked like lopsided clay "U" statues mounted on clay stands.
"That icky liquid the village women applied to your nether regions when you pleasured yourself? This village is so skilled at handicrafts that it has found a special kind of clay that, if properly placed and allowed to set, reaches each woman's sexually most sensitive spots in her anus and pussy. Just take those back home with you, then get some Ben-Gay and K-Y First apply a thick coat of Ben-Gay, then apply a thin coat of K-Y, then sit on it. But before you do, make sure you have a thick sock to bite down on since the orgasms you get from this orgasm totem will be powerful enough to disturb your neighbors. I am also giving you a supply of our darts, plus the chemical formula for how to weaponize your vaginal fluids. We will free you and contact the nearest consulate."
The girls soon returned to college. Soon thereafter, the prevalence of males with severe masturbation addictions shot up. No one noticed that each of the men affected had been a serial harasser of women, pick-up artist and world's greatest stud in his own mind. Likewise, Ben-Gay and K-Y made record profits selling product to the pharmacies around that college town and many a sorority was soundproofed, a measure the college board of directors agreed to when sorority girls came to class alert, their studying done and began acing exams, even in the hard sciences.
Inspired by the Eli Roth movie The Green Inferno.
A group of twenty girls from the same college, all aged between 18 and 22, all hot and facially beautiful, with an even distribution of blondes, redheads and brunettes, wanted to do something socially responsible for their spring break. They found what they were looking for in one of their teaching assistants, a charming male anthropology graduate student. He told them of a remote tribe facing cultural extinction thanks to mineral wealth found on tribal land. He also told them they could be a part of the solution if they parachuted in, blocked the miners and filmed the miners' aggressiveness with their cellphones.
All twenty girls volunteered on the spot. After a few weeks of night training after school, they were ready to go at the beginning of spring break.
The girls parachuted to the remote jungle. They landed without so much as a scratch, never mind a broken bone. Their parachute instructor had been a buff hunk.
Their land navigation instructor, on the other hand, had been an obese, balding man with glasses and too much facial hairs. As a result, the girls were lost, wandering in circles for hours before they came to a cool brook. Having been in their sweaty jump gear for hours, they all relished the idea of a nice swim to clean up. Off came the jump gear, on came the birthday suits and the girls were soon in and frolicking in the water. When some were cleaned, refreshed enough, they swam back ashore, only to find that all their clothing was gone.
"Guys! Our stuff's go--"
She did not finish her sentence. A dart felled her. Other darts felled the other two that had come ashore, and they collapsed in a naked heap.
The girls still in the water screamed and headed for the other bank. Once they reached this, they began to run for the safety of the woods. A fraction of them made it that far, darts thinning their numbers. The fraction that made it trampled the soft foliage underneath, thinking they were putting some distance between them and the fiends shooting the darts...only to be collectively swept off their feet as they sprung a huge trap that netted them all and lifted them all several feet off the ground.
Those rendered unconscious by the darts came to to the screaming of those being hauled in the net. Once they got their bearings, and saw that they each were being carried by two half-naked, muscular males clad only in loincloths but covered in a red pigment who held opposite ends of a pole from which each giel hung suspended by bound wrists and ankles, they too began screaming.
Eventually, they reached the village. The netted girls first were forced into a cage. Then they were forced into a corner of that cage by armed, red, loincloth-only-clad men, while other loincloth-only clad men carried in their friends on spits and cut them loose. The girls screamed for what seemed hours. They stopped when they saw the villagers were just staring at them.
Night fell, and the villagers went to bed. The girls, all stark naked, felt cold. They huddled together for warmth...but this huddle began to turn into something more...
A loud bark from a male stopped the pleasuring. Suddenly, the light of several torches illuminated the girls. The door to the cage was undone and several village men stormed in and, four to a girl, grabbed each girl and dragged her out of the cage before she knew what was happening. When the girls figured out what was happening, they started screaming again.
The girls were taken to another cage. They felt a sting at the small of their back, then every muscle below their belly buttons went flacid, although every nerve there was as frightfully alive as every other single nerve in their bodies. The girls ankles, calves, knees and thighs were fastened securely to what looked to be crude, bamboo gynaecologists' stirrups raised on a slight elevation so that their anuses were as exposed as their pussies. Their wrists, forearms, elbows and arms were firmly bound to the ground.
The girls saw village women approach them with large bowls. A new agony began as the girls felt the village women spread something liquid and icky all over their labiae and push with thin fingers deeply into their anuses and pussies. The agony went up several notches as that liquid, icky something began to burn like hell. Scream as the girls would, the village women remained immobile for what seemed forever. Eventually, each girl passed out.
Dawn woke them. They were no longer in cages but staked spread-eagled out in the open. The burn on their labiae and in their anuses and pussies was still there, but it had dulled. The girls' terror heightened anew as each girl now saw several village women approach her with several large bowls.
A painful and abrupt sensation that was not without joy erupted in the girls anuses and pussies as the village women yanked out what had been that liquid, icky material, but what was now something hardened. The pleasure dissipated rapidly as each girl felt the hands of several village women massaging every inch of her with a gooey, resin-like substance. Each girl screamed and thrashed to no avail as the village women were not suburban latte-slurpers whose hardest day consisted of not making it to the frat house before the beer ran out, but rather women who had toiled all their lives. The village women's grips on the girls' limbs, forelimbs and limb joints were so vice-like that no amount of thrashing could shake them. Then came a new agony. The resin the village women had spread on the girls' nubile, lovely young bodies began a hellish combination of giving the girls the sensation that every square inch of them was being tickled and poked with a sharp object and burned at the same time.
But the worst was when each girl was strapped ankle and wrist to this X-shaped device, her poor crotch taking the brunt of her weight and becoming the focal point of her agony, although the ticklish, burning poke of the resin was still very present.
It seemed this went on for days. The girls would faint. They would be revived and given this milky drink that had a proteinacious taste to it. The girls figured they were delirious, for most of them had sworn they had come many times after a while bound suspended on the X-shaped device...only to find themselves going up-and-down in what seemed an eternal, Sisyphean cycle of moving away from the agony in her crotch until lactic acid in her calves and forearms kicked in and down again to the pudendal inferno she went. This seemed to go on for days...
Then there was oblivion. Then all twenty girls woke up. They were no longer bound to the X-shaped devices, but back in the cage. The pain of the previous forever was gone.
They were still naked, however, so they instinctively covered themselves when they saw a single tall village man looking at them.
"I mean you no harm" declared the village man.
"What, you speak English?"
"Yes. I have a PhD in ethno-biochemistry from MIT. I use it to help my people fight those miners who would destroy us."
"Wha-WHAT??? We came to help you!"
"Yes you did. You were betrayed. Your activist teaching assistant was paid by the mining company to have you dropped here. News of your disappearance was meant to scare away all who would help us.
"But things did not go the way he planned"
"But...but why did you do...that... to us?"
"I am sorry for the immense discomfort, but you have helped us in ways you could not have imagined. While you were in agony, you were also in pleasure. The distinction between the two is a very fine line. You each came several times while bound up on those Saint Andrew's Crosses. Part of my doctoral work included characterizing and analyzing the vaginal fluids of the college-aged female. I found it has a potent chemical that, mixed with some of the local herbs and spices, has a particular effect on men. Specifically, if a man is hit with a dart laced with the vaginal fluid of an 18-22 year old college female, mixed with herbs and spices unique to this region, he becomes addicted to masturbation as if it was crack or meth. He masturbates until the skin on his hands falls off. He goes insane if he cannot continually masturbate. Now that we have harvested enough of your vaginal fluids, we have all the weaponry we need to fight off the miners."
"But...you took it without our consent!"
"For that I am sorry. Please accept this as an apology and a token of appreciation."
Several village men appeared. They placed before the cages what looked like lopsided clay "U" statues mounted on clay stands.
"That icky liquid the village women applied to your nether regions when you pleasured yourself? This village is so skilled at handicrafts that it has found a special kind of clay that, if properly placed and allowed to set, reaches each woman's sexually most sensitive spots in her anus and pussy. Just take those back home with you, then get some Ben-Gay and K-Y First apply a thick coat of Ben-Gay, then apply a thin coat of K-Y, then sit on it. But before you do, make sure you have a thick sock to bite down on since the orgasms you get from this orgasm totem will be powerful enough to disturb your neighbors. I am also giving you a supply of our darts, plus the chemical formula for how to weaponize your vaginal fluids. We will free you and contact the nearest consulate."
The girls soon returned to college. Soon thereafter, the prevalence of males with severe masturbation addictions shot up. No one noticed that each of the men affected had been a serial harasser of women, pick-up artist and world's greatest stud in his own mind. Likewise, Ben-Gay and K-Y made record profits selling product to the pharmacies around that college town and many a sorority was soundproofed, a measure the college board of directors agreed to when sorority girls came to class alert, their studying done and began acing exams, even in the hard sciences.
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