CAPTCHA Island Ch. 01

Our guide has already joined them. They were waiting for us, still and silent, and they make way to the royal altar with a bemused expression.

None of them are wearing any kind of clothing, nor jewelry; their skin—and now ours—is only wrapped up in the suffocating atmosphere.

I'm already scrutinizing as much as I can as we push through the crowd. There's everything: over the astonishing canvas of gorgeous women, there hang astonishing penises, big, short, girthy, veiny, soft and hard, oversized for most and for each a reason to pause. I see dual penises, triples, pair and pairs of testicles moving in their sack, a urethra gaping to the size of a fist, and horse-penis-shaped penises, and clit-penises, and beaded penises, and penis-nipples. I know I have to stop staring when I see one of them ejaculating in the air without any apparent stimulation, without any sign of pleasure on her face beside the smile they all display.

Passing her by, we can only hear the crackling of the torches and the splat of her cum falling on the ground. All eyes are on us. Following.

"Hurry ladies, you kind of came up in the middle of something!" someone by the throne shouts.

In a few swift steps, Lauren takes the lead and presents herself to whoever said that.

The boss of this place is leaning on the left arm of her throne. Lauren's face turns ashen, there's someone's head bobbing between her thighs.

And she doesn't slow down, she sucks and licks and strokes her cock with the intensity you would save for when your man is about to cum. It's actually impressive as the receiver is as expressionless as everybody else here, staring right into us, reading us and evaluating.

With a tap on her head, the servant tones down her moans and her slurps to let Lauren speak:

"Are you the head?...of this island?"

"Well I'm sitting on this stupid chair so it must be me!" the futanari sneers.

She stands straight with a push against the throne and rubs the red mark it left on her butt cheek, before gently shooing off her lover with a sloppy kiss on her slick mouth.

She comes forward to shake our hands. Lauren is visibly taken aback. As an EVP, she has often dealt with those with power—the coldness of assholes, the condescension of cunts, but also the brilliance of some—this ruler is different.

Nothing really differentiates her from the others. Neither her age, nor her size(s). She has no distinctive mark, is wearing no crown except for the one of her penis head which is no more or no less surprising among the variety around. But that's not it. It's the almost childish candor that emanates from her that bugs Lauren Bremner. It does not make her seem weak or easy to influence. She is not a child, but we are the toys.

"So are you guys here to talk about Our Lord and Savior Jesus Christ?"

"Maybe they're here for the WIFI!"

"Shut up Linda!"

I mentally roll my eyes at the Reddit humor while it completely got over Lauren's head.

"More seriously, welcome to Grosse Bite Island. I'm Neitocris, I'm the 'Queen-for-a-time'. We haven't used the word head for years, sounds too silly. Please sit down, be my guests."

She squats at the foot of her throne and we do the same, our crotches resting in a dirt that feels like fresh, clean bed sheets.

"Gross beet is Swedish, I think they're fucking with us," Tassia whispers to me.

The servant comes back to work the ever-hard cock. I'm gonna get wet. Despite the tension I'm gonna get wet. This is the sluttiest blowjob I've ever seen, and it's not on a computer screen, it's right in my face.

"My name is Lauren Bremner; I work for a pharmaceutical corporation, the SS-P. We found Joan Daniels' diary. I'm afraid I'm the bearer of bad news. She passed away on August 202X."

"Bullshit," Neitocris says calmly.

"Wh...?"

"If Joan was dead, we would know. How did she "die" exactly?"

"Car accident. We found her journal through a rare books network."

"The black market you mean."

"Yes. The company paid a lot of money to acquire it."

"She's alive. Your boss lied to you."

Every futa with an erection has shrunk soft. Except for the queen whose servant is now looking at us grimly, lips sliding over the cock.

"Mara, Lucy, come over here! Your mother's dead they say!"

Two futa approach, perfect twins indiscernible from each other, no older than 20. The sight of their huge cocks makes my nipples twinge. I know such consideration is absurd in this place but: they are easily the most beautiful women I have ever seen in my life. It was a mistake going here, it's impossible to concentrate, it's impossible to reason, and it's already going badly.

After a little curtsy for us (and after the queen whimpers because her servant has slid two fingers in her asshole), they explain they have some kind of mental connection with their mother. Her heart is heard beating loud and clear even from across oceans and, I guess, dimensions. The sisters seem amused by the situation and being so close to the royal fellatio have their members flexing so hard they curse under their breath.

"So what are you here for exactly, Lauren Bremner?" Neitocris says between moans, "when we saw your ship this morning we knew you guys were not coming for unbridled sex."

"We want to study your semen."

"Of course! Why did I even ask? And you brought these prostitutes to be left alone while you do your little experiments."

"We're adult actresses!" Ana protests.

"No offense, you two. I apologize."

We're a bunch of fools. Lauren can't think straight, not here, she can only bumble at this point:

"She's buried in Seattle, I visited her grave, I..."

"The answer is no."

It is final. All the rambling about cures for cancer wouldn't work.

"You can suck my dick though."

"Please, there's no need to be hostile!"

"I wasn't being insulting, I really mean it, you can suck my penis and eat my cum. It brings prescience and longevity. You deserve it after all, it's a long way to the island."

I see Tassia moving. "You don't have to do this," I tell her. "Let's go back to the ship—"

"I traveled half the planet, crossed a satanic portal, I ain't gonna refuse a taste of the magic load from a queen straight of a fairy tale! Besides I haven't been this horny since I did my scene with Danny D!" She turns around: "Ana?"

"Sure..."

"And I want the diary back," Neitocris tells Lauren.

"I want a sample in exchange."

"Mom!"

"She's your mother?!"

"One sample and we leave, and you have the diary."

"Like you haven't scanned it from cover to cover anyway. You're not losing anything in the trade."

The servant steps aside for the two girls who are shivering with lust.

They kneel on either side of this incredible twelve-inch cock, balls tuckered beneath an anus overflowing with saliva and grool.

There is a short moment of silence. The two girls give us a last look like Lauren and I don't belong here.

Tassia starts with shy pecks over the tip while Ana takes care of the shaft. Their lips connect into a ravenous kiss around the leaking peehole. They suckle on all the precum they find loudly.

They both laugh together at this first contact. Unreasonably giddy.

Mom and I inexorably retreat closer and closer until our shoulders bump. I catch a look on her face that says after all that's what we paid for.

"I go first," Tassia says and she engulfs five inches of futa dick not without effort. Ana leans down tongue first straight at the exposed asshole. She licks it like a pussy, the balls brushing against her forehead and her nose.

Neitocris is already miles away from our little palaver, arching her back, easing the access for her two new lovers. Four hands run over her perfect toned legs, the sensual curve of her feet, they open her cheeks to tongue deeper, they fondle to bring more salty fluids out.

I see my pretty Tassia in a way I had never hoped to see. She may be watched and surrounded by strangers, there are no cameras here, no audience, and she's not acting. For the first time I can see her being not just a series of tricks and techniques, the selfishness, the attention, the curiosity she throws on that cock goes right to my cunt, because, less than two feet from me, Antonella 'Tassia' Borges is being a slut, just for herself. And it's beautiful. And all around us there's the rhythmic sound of members being stroked.

Mara and Lucy, the twins, are jerking each other off. They catch me looking at them and smile gently.

"Let me do my magic," Ana says, pulling Tassia off the giant head. She grasps the base and impales her throat slowly, her gags tearing yelps out the mouth of a queen. Soon I can only see her red mane between her legs. It's those deepthroating skills that got her the job.

Meanwhile the brunette kisses her way up the futanari's chest, tasting her nipples, then tasting her trembling lips. She keeps an eye on her co-worker, fingering herself, waiting for another shot at that delicious cock.

Neitocris puts her hands on the back of Ana's head and thrusts her hips forward. She murmurs to Tassia: "I'm gonna shoot my load into your friend's stomach but don't worry, my orgasm will last long enough for you to take her place and swallow as many mouthfuls as you want. Then I'd love to cover you both from head to toe."

The actress gasps, too stunned to be able to give some porny comeback.

Sighs and moans are resonating through the dome. One word from their queen and everybody would be doing way more than jerking off. One word from her and they would all be cumming right now.

The twin sisters are face to face, determined to spatter each other.

Neitocris sits up, muscles tensing. She grips the freckled cocksleeve clamped around her and fucks it harder and harder. Ana has yield to the oral pleasure a long time ago.

My clit is snuggled inside my pussy lips. With just a few discreet contractions I could make myself cum. But what if I squirt? Fuck...

Neitocris spits out "I see your friends are getting really uncomfortable so I'll cut it short, I'm gonna cum now! I'm gonna fuckin' fill your throat!" and Ana can't resist anymore: her hand, desperate, reaches for her clitoris to appease an urge that looked like an agony. The lengthy groan that ensues from it is so obscene it makes everybody pause, if her pussy is suddenly orgasming it's her mouth that is cumming, stuffed and properly fucked and about to be filled up with an unimaginable load.

The queen futa wrings her hands inside her red disheveled hair and, closing her eyes, lets herself moan very unqueenly before her bliss detonates, but...

Her face freezes in her lewd motion. Everything stops. She tears Ana away from her like a ragdoll, her throat a gurgling noise of pain, to look at her penis, twitching in the air in what should be a monstrous ejaculation. But there's nothing. Her prostate is pumping on empty and her shaft already falls downwards.

"FOR FUCK'S SAKE!" she thunders, "I knew I couldn't trust you people! There are men on the island!"

Around, all the other penises are dropping soft in an apparent general blue-balling. Tassia comes protecting of her arms the poor Ana lying on the ground.

I turn and see mom's eyes fixed on me, telling I didn't know, I swear to God I didn't know. Which, if it's the truth, is even worse.

But that's until Neitocris finally sits on her throne:

"Rhea, lock the entrance. Primis, call Nursery Islet, tell them to stay on lockdown and to kill on sight. Pepascht, the radio, now!"

What the fuck is happening? What the fuck is happening?

She's given a push-to-talk transmitter and glaring at mom she says: "This is a message for the captain of the Erebus. Your men are dead. Send more and we'll sink your ship. There will be no other warning." She cuts the transmission. "Thméi, take two futa with you—no, three—kill anyone you find, then put their heads in a raft and send it back to their boat, as a little gift."

She turns her attention back on us. I stop breathing.

"You women, you stay here!"

"Neitocris, I swear, I had no ide—"

"Of course you didn't know! You're all the fucking same! Gullible morons... Fuuuuck..." There is something I didn't expect in such a situation: she takes her head in her palms, not angry anymore, more like mildly annoyed, almost sadistically amused. "I hate when it happens!" she sighs.

Her testicles have crumpled to half their size. She's flaccid. Every futa I see is.

Mom still tries:

"Please, you don't have to do that, let me speak with the Erebus. I'm sure we c—"

"Shut up!"

"We're leaving. We leave the island and you'll never hear from us again! You don't have to kill anyone!"

"I said you stay here! The night has fallen."

"It's only 3pm!"

"I tell you it's nighttime. You don't wanna walk the jungle at night, believe me. And you have to undo the mess you did."

"What do you mean?"

"You will give us back our precious semen."

"How the hell would I do that?"

"Oh you'll see."

The queen balls up on her big throne of grey stone, uncomfortable, frustrated, penis shriveled. There's a lot of movements, of footsteps, lots of voices. She's informed that a squad of five armed men was found in the village and taken care of. What the fuck is wrong with my perception of time?

I try to console Tassia who's still holding Ana in the dirt, but her skin crawls away from my hands.

I turn to mom and instantly I know: she's back in her element, of unsaid jousting and unseen violence. She had understood one thing I haven't yet: the queen never stopped speaking in English because she wanted us to know what was going on.

Just like that, control slipped through my fingers and flowed back to hers.

I stand up in the middle of all that mess, horrified, betrayed, and somehow, down there, I can feel I'm still horny as hell.