Banished!

The name Jersey seemed appropriate for our little haven. The word had come from the ancient compound word 'Gersui,' itself coming from the Old Norse geirs (referring to spears), and ey, an Old Norse world meaning "island". It seemed appropriate. There's a famous island in the English Channel called Jersey, and our little haven would share its name. We could have called it 'New Jersey,' of course, but that name was taken. New-New Jersey seemed to me like a ridiculous name.

When we ventured out we were always alert for an attack by lions. The problem was of course that lionesses rarely attacked alone. However once they saw their lead attacker's throat eviscerated they backed off, fortunately! By this time we had better weapons, too. We had figured out how to use iron to make weapons. We had moved ourselves from the stone age to the iron age. I did not see us going beyond the iron age. We had skipped over the bronze age because I knew from my school learning that there was no tin in North America.

Paul had made bows and arrows for each of us. Every day we took practice outside the fortifications. I became a reasonably good shot. Paul was better.

Little by little a few naked women who had also escaped would make it to our own version of the mythical land of Jersey. In fact we had inadvertently fulfilled the myth, in effect creating Jersey ourselves.

The naked, starving, bedraggled women who found us and begged to join Jersey told me I had become legendary, having survived Cukanos, escaped from Sedral, and even having killed him when he hunted me down. My legend had become an inspiration to these women and more and more women, inspired by yours truly, had somehow found ways and had managed to escape. They most generously gave me credit for inspiration.

I had fashioned clothing from the animal hides of our kills for food or for self-defense. Paul and I both wore them. As each woman straggled into our little hideaway we would make clothes for her and she would be put to work helping to improve both our fortifications and our nascent agriculture.

After a while we were fairly settled and our population had climbed to 31 women and one man: Paul. About one woman in ten were saved from the big cats by centaurs in order to breed, and of those women saved by centaurs, about one in twenty actually escaped and lived to find our little haven we called Jersey. I realized the MF was sentencing quite a large number of women to banishment and of course the vast majority of those sentenced died.

I did think it strange that no men ever seemed to find us. I learned rumors from the women who arrived that there were bands of men roaming in the wilderness of the wild kingdom. When a woman escaped and came in search of Jersey she would update the rumors for us.

Besides the constant danger of the large cats, the basilisks, and the centaurs, perhaps the worst danger was the gangs of men. The women were terrified that if the men found them, they would gangrape them. There were enough examples of such things to make the fears reasonable. The world of survival had become a cruel world.

It was a horrifying world out there beyond our fortress.

Life went on. We had created a little community of women and our one man, Paul. The celebration was Sophie's idea. All of us women had arrived in Jersey naked, and so we decided to celebrate our salvation by having a monthly nudity day. On that day we would all strip naked and reminisce about our trials and tribulations that we all underwent just to find and to get to Jersey.

Each woman had a different story to tell and just as children would get scared by ghost stories told around a fire, we terrified ourselves with the true stories of our many narrow escapes from death. We did it all naked, returning to our roots if you will, and as we bared our bodies, we bared our souls.

I did not see it coming. I should have.as the creator and leader of Jersey I should have made preparations for it. We should have formed an army and had military drills. They caught us completely unprepared and we paid the price. Moreover they invaded on our monthly nudity day, to boot.

We women outnumbered the fifteen men of the gang but they were bigger, stronger, and prepared. We were naked, unarmed, and unprepared. We were overrun and soon the men had all of us naked women tied up. They feasted on our food. We had been preparing a feast to celebrate nudity day, and it all went into their hungry stomachs.

Having quenched their thirst and filled their stomachs the men began to look at us with a different kind of hunger. We had all been guilty of "sex crimes" and been banished nude by the MF. Hence it was not surprising that we were all young and pretty, with nice bodies, and we were all nude, right there in front of the men.

One man, he looked to be the leader of the group, clearly had eyes for me. The way he looked at me, with lust in his heart, seemed to get to me. Paul had never looked at me that way. I had to confess, I did have some interest. The man's name was Hector.

Back when I used to go to restaurants with some friends I would order my own meal. When the food came, I would check out their food. I wanted mine, and I ate mine, but it was natural and fun to check out what everyone else's food looked like. Sometimes I would even be offered tastes as well. I always took the taste.

That was my metaphor for checking out the new men in Jersey. Paul was my meal, but I enjoyed checking out the meals of the other girls. I wish too I were free to take a few tastes of those "other girls' meals" as well, but things don't work that way when it comes to sex, as opposed to food. More's the pity.

The men were on one side of the inside of our fortifications, and we women were huddled together at the other side. Paul went over to speak with the men. They all talked a long time. Eventually Paul returned.

"The men are grateful for their welcome and for the food we 'offered' them. They said it was delicious and that they had not eaten so well since they had been banned. They warned me and us that there are orcs about and they think our defenses are inadequate. If we allow them to stay, they will help us to prepare for when the Orcs come. And come they will.

"I thought Orcs were a myth. Do they really exist?" I asked.

Paul said, "Hey, I thought centaurs were a myth too! The men say they used to number 20 men, not the 15 they number now. They lost four men in a battle with the Orcs and they were lucky to escape at all."

"How many Orcs were they battling?" I asked.

"That's just it," Paul said. "They said five Orcs."

"Five orcs against twenty strong men? And the men were defeated?" I was a bit incredulous.

"The Orcs were armed, wore battle armor, and had trained. The men are just young guys, poorly nourished, who had public sex or some such thing. They were being slaughtered."

"How did the men escape?" I asked.

"One of the men sacrificed himself. His name was Troy. He managed to steal a knife from the Orcs and slit the throat of one of them. He then ran away and the Orcs all chased him. The rest of the men ran in the other direction and escaped," Paul said.

"Is Troy one of the five dead?" I asked.

"Nobody knows what happened to Troy. Maybe he survived, but none of the men think it's likely," Paul replied.

I was silent. The first man I gave my body to was named Troy. Troy Michaels. Even though I had a love of convenience with Paul, Troy was still my true love. Troy and I had been too young and we had both wanted to try out other people, so it did not last. I loved him, though. I love him still.

My other two serious lovers, Byron and Richard, could not compare with Troy. I was a girl who always needed a man and I could not wait for my Troy to return, even if he ever would. Had he returned, however, I would have gently ended it with Byron or Richard, and leapt into bed with Troy, covering him with kisses.

I wondered if the self-sacrificing Troy could in fact be my Troy? It sounded like something he would have done. He was that kind of guy. If he was in fact my Troy, I gave a silent prayer that he might still be alive and find Jersey and find me.

"Do you trust these men?" I asked Paul.

"Yes. There is one thing, though," he said.

"Pray tell," I said.

"They're horny and you all are a group of young, sexy, pretty women. Naked women today, to boot," I said.

I laughed. "Women get horny too, Paul. Tell them to stick to seduction and to avoid rape and we'll be fine. I'm sure they'll find relief and comfort with the women here. Every single one of them. Joan herself would love to take on several, I'm sure," I said. "Mandy might as well. I would too if I were not committed to you, my love." I was thinking about one man in particular, the hunky, lustful man named Hector.

"Really? You would?" Paul asked.

"You getting kinky on me, now?" I asked Paul.

"God, no. I was always kinky, my love. Why do you think I was banished?" Paul said.

"You were banished with clothes, together with Miranda. This does not compute," I said.

There was a long pause. Paul was thinking hard. I guess he decided to trust me because he said, in a soft whisper, "I'm the nephew of John Smith. Please do not tell anyone. Please."

Well, I was surprised. I had not seen that coming. John Smith even banished his own nephew, he just did it in a slightly nicer way than he did, for example, to my ex-boyfriend who was eaten alive within hours of his banishment. Wow. What a cold heart John Smith must have!

I was sleeping with this guy, Paul Smith, not knowing his blood relation, his uncle, had sentenced both Byron and me to banishment and death. This was a lot to deal with. I kept his secret but I began to make excuses to avoid having sex with him.

Paul went to the men to give them the good news and the warning that they must behave vis à vis raping the women, and I went to the women to tell them the news that the men would stay on the condition that all sex be consensual. I was surprised by the reaction of the women who whooped and hollered in glee.

Joan addressed the women, "I suggest we have a sexual free for all and release all the pent-up need among us all. Then we can settle down -- if we want to -- and pair up with the men in the usual way. Do you agree?"

Most of the women did not agree to that. Eventually Joan took Mandy and five other women with her and walked, naked, over to the group of fifteen men. She explained their one time offer. Each woman would take on two of the men if they were interested in some immediate group sex, and since that left one man out, Joan could take on three.

"You don't need to take on three men Joan. I'm gay," the hunkiest guy there, named Rock, said. Paul had earlier told me that Rock was their best warrior, after Troy.

The men grabbed the willing women and they led them, giggling nervously, over to the tent. The twenty-one sex starved survivors disappeared into the tent and only re-emerged a couple of hours later. Every single one of the fourteen men and all seven women were smiling.

Hector made a gesture to me, beckoning me to come too. I smiled and shook my head no. I moved my head towards Paul and he understood. Hector attached himself to Joan. Lucky girl, I thought to myself.

I went in to supervise and to make sure things stayed under control. If a woman were to be taken against her will things would spin out of control. I had underestimated just how sex starved these seven women were. It became something of an orgy.

One of the men, Mike, asked Jim if he wanted to trade fuck partners. They were both taking women from behind and each man simply pulled out and then entered the other woman. I checked carefully to see if the two women in question were okay with this. "Alice, is this okay?" I asked one of them.

"Oh yeah," she said, and she began to giggle. "I need this." She turned around to see who was fucking her. "It's Jim, isn't it?" she asked him.

"No, Jim is fucking your friend Susie," Mike said. "I'm Mike."

"Well Mike, I hope you'll always fuck me this well," Alice said. "I love the way you fuck me."

"I promise," Mike said, and he began to thrust so hard he moved Alice forward a few inches.

"Just don't cum inside me, okay?" Alice said.

I moved on. Everyone was engaged in sex. I counted five blowjobs, eight fucks, and one cunnilingus. The women were doing a great job of moaning out their approval. Everyone was happy. I smiled.

Joan did her best to set the mood to decadent. She took on two men at once, one in her pussy, the other in her ass. Mandy let herself be spit roasted. Every man there was in awe of Joan, but they also liked all of us naked sexpots. Quite a few men looked lasciviously in my direction. One of them was Hector and I had to admit he had a nice body and a delicious looking cock.

I knew the men were enjoying looking at my naked body. Probably they were thinking that laying Ashley would be a prize. After all, not only was I an inadvertent porn star, but now I was famous as a leader of Jersey. They knew however that I was committed to Paul. What they did not know was that my commitment had begun to waiver.

I think Hector might have suspected the weakness of my commitment to Paul, since I was not discouraging him as much as I should have done.

Days later the men learned who I was, the legendary woman known as Ashley. I was the woman who had survived Cukanos, escaped from Sedral and later killed him, and together with Paul had founded Jersey.

There is something about fame. Every man there wanted to lay me. They were well behaved, but I was hit on by one man or another on a daily basis. I admit it; I kind of enjoyed all the male attention. I was beginning to wish Paul were not there. The times I could have had!

The de facto leader of the men, the man known as Hector, met with Paul and me and the three of us planned out a defense strategy should the Orcs attack. The Orcs would want our food of course, and they would want to take the women to make them sex slaves. They would simply kill the men. A good strategy was not just important, it was essential.

During the meeting Hector kept looking at my boobs. I finally said, "Hector, are you happy with Nina?" I knew they had paired up and were having sex on a daily basis.

"Sorry, Ashley. I'm just admiring the view of your cleavage. I have had trouble getting you out of my mind since nudity day," Hector said. I smiled at him, giving him my most bewitching, come hither smile.

Paul apparently had read the desire my smile poorly hid. He said, to my shock and surprise, "I don't mind, Hector. If Ashley is okay with it, I'll just watch."

Hector did not know what to say. He had to think about Nina. He also had to think about me. He just sat there, tongue tied, in shock.

"Maybe some other time," I said, cutting the tension. "Let's finish our planning session."

We went back to planning but every time Hector found an excuse to touch me, he did. He tapped and stroked my ass whenever I was standing and he placed his hand on my bare thigh next to the edge of my animal skin skirt when I was seated. I just ignored it and gave myself private smiles. Secretly though I enjoyed it.

I should have stopped Hector when he was flirtatiously testing the waters with his hands. I was in effect giving him green lights. When we finished our plans Hector's hands slipped deep under my animal hide skirt and found the treasure at the top of my legs. The treasure had been ignored for a little too long, due to my cold shoulder tactics with Paul Smith. I'm a girl with needs.

I groaned when Hector's fingers found my love box. It felt so nice to have a hunky man's fingers there. Even better, Hector knew exactly what to do with his fingers. I became putty in his hands and especially in his fingers. "I need to see your boobs, Ashley," Hector said.

"I need to see your abs," I shot back. We both undressed while my strange former lover Paul looked on silently.

"Keep going," Hector said, once I was naked to my waist. I looked over to Paul. Paul nodded his head and smiled.

"Say it, Paul," I said.

Paul just smiled. He was enjoying tormenting me.

"He gave you away earlier," Hector said.

"That was before I learned how talented your fingers are," I said. "If I strip further I suppose I'm destined to discover what other appendages you might have that are talented. Paul may not want that?"

"I want to watch Hector fuck your brains out," Paul said. There it was. He had said it.

"No, you don't," I said. "You're not like that, and you know it."

"You don't know me as well as you think you do," Paul said.

"Yes, yes I do. I know you Paul. If I were to give myself to Hector, we'd be finished, wouldn't we?"

Paul just stared at my boobs. "Do you want us to break up?" I asked. "Is this your sick way of arranging it?"

Hector said, "He wants Larry's girl Susie. He's had the hots for her for a long time. I guess you never noticed. Everyone knows but you, Ashley."

"Is that right, Paul?" I said. I saw Paul's face and I began to cry. I realized right then that I had lost Paul's love some time ago. I removed my skirt and became naked for the two men. I lay down on the ground. I spread my legs and put my hands above my head, a submissive position I knew Paul loved. He had always said it made my boobs look great.

"One last fuck, Paul?" I asked, wiping the tears from my eyes. "You can cum inside me?" I had never let him cum inside me before, always terrified of pregnancy. This however was a special occasion.

Paul turned and walked out. I watched him go, my brain practically exploding with emotions.

"Hector?" I said. I need Hector to say something comforting.

"God, you're sexy, Ashley," Hector said, and he too undressed. His nice-looking cock was already hard.

"Don't cum inside me," I said, as Hector's cock entered me, causing me to shiver with delight. I was not disappointed. Hector could fuck a girl as well as he could finger a girl. Paul left my thoughts as Hector pushed the world away and it just became him, this wondrous man taking my small body and pushing me to the edge. God, I loved it. I could not get enough of Hector and luckily he felt the same way towards me.

A few more naked women straggled into Jersey over the next few weeks. One of them was Alessandria. She had the freshest rumors. I asked her for the lowdown, especially about the new legend Troy.

"First of all, do you know you are a legend yourself, Ashley? I am amazed to be meeting you!" Alessandria said.

"Thank you, and welcome to Jersey. Paul and I could not find it, so we created it. We've had a lot of help so far from people like you. I hope you'll join in?" Alessandria smiled. I continued, "Good. We need to protect ourselves against the Orcs."

"I know. I ran across some women who were raped and beaten by Orcs. When I found them they were already dying. I stayed with them while they died, even if I was in danger from the big cats and the centaur that claimed me," she said.

"One woman with the strange name of Odessa asked me to let her mother know she loved her and missed her and would see her in heaven. She said she was sorry she had let her boyfriend take a picture of her topless," Alessandria said.

"Odessa? Was her name Odessa Holt?" I asked, scared to hear the answer. Odessa Holt had been my friend in school.

"Yes, that was her name. You knew her, didn't you?" Alessandria asked.

I could not answer Alessandria with words. I was choked up with tears. She correctly took my crying as a yes. There was so much tragedy. There was so much loss. Young lives were being wasted, thrown away. I felt so powerless to change things, too.

When I had regained my composure and could speak again, I gave her sympathy and then asked her again about Troy.