Disclaimer borrowed from the greate Vile8r
WARNING! You must be 18 or over to read these stories of rape and non-consensual sex. If you do not like such stories, please stop reading. This story is all fiction. If you do not understand the difference between reality and fantasy, read no more. Rape is a heinous crime and the penalty is many years in prison. The people who commit rape are despised everywhere. No one is being hurt, and this is pure fantasy. Any similarities to real people, places or situations is purely coincidental and not intended!
The time has come to start a new story, written together with the great Eridan (Morgan333 on this board).
Chapter 1
Jessica Deveraux reflexively ran her fingers through her long dark hair, as she knelt with her binoculars behind a tree stump, observing the unnerving scene below. Around a large bonfire, with flames taking different colours as some substances must have been thrown into the fire, a group of fifteen men from the nearby village was dancing. They were naked apart from large masks on their face, fashioned into a visage of some disgusting fish/reptilian/amphibian monsters.
Being on excavations in this forgotten part of the world was exciting - new findings were dug up on a daily if not hourly basis. Even though Jessica thought of herself as a no-nonsense woman, she somehow could stop but shudder as she recalled two such findings an uncharacteristically hard clay sculpture of some creature resembling a winged humanoid with a head of an octopus, the second one being an artistically crafted jade sculpture of a squid-like being.
But seeing those sculptures was one thing and observing those rituals was something else entirely. Of course Jessica was an archaeologist not an anthropologist so she shouldn't be interested in it... but this tribe - called Mugawi, which meant Tentacled-People - all but separated from the outside world, cultivated their traditions from prehistoric times, so looking at them was the closest an archaeologist could get at piecing together the past. And from what she understood, once a sprawling civilization stood here, with cyclopean buildings and jade statues... now all the ruins were on the bottom of the sea, long forgotten and destroyed... with those people as the last remnant of the civilization.
Of course Jessica was warned not to approach the locals - especially alone - as the could be a bit savage... but her curiosity got the better of her - as always. Besides, she was careful not to be seen. Her train of thought was broken as the scene in front of her has changed. The fire grew larger and became emerald green. The singing of the tribesmen became louder, faster, more intense as they were chanting in a language unknown to her.
There was a commotion and from a tent near the shore the men dragged three naked women. Jessica saw the entire tribe once, when her camp approached them to exchange tokens of good will, and couldn't help but wonder how this group of obviously inbred people, with ugly, almost misshapen males could have such beautiful women, with copper-bronze skin, large breasts and almost noble faces.
Jessica could see that two of the women one tall, with long raven black her, the second shorter with auburn hair falling to her shoulders went peacefully, though not willingly but rather without any hope that resistance would change anything. The third - definitely a few years younger though almost as tall as the first one, but slimmer and with a bit smaller legs but a wonderful ass - which even Jessica had to acknowledge - kept struggling and fighting... but the men held her firmly. She was almost as tall as the first one, but slimmer and with a bit smaller legs but a wonderful ass - which even Jessica had to acknowledge - and hair dark hair fell only to her neck.
The first two women lied down on the beach, their legs aimed at the see. The taller woman spread her legs, apparently exposing her pussy to the coming waves. The shorter one hesitated for a second, but one of the men grabbed a whip and hit her breasts with it, making her scream in pain, though even that cry barely pierced the frienzied chanting. The man lifted the whip once more but lowered it as the woman spread her legs as well. Jessica watched it all with disgust on her face. She tried not to be judgemental but it all looked as if the tribe was preparing to an orgy... with the woman not being entirely willing participants. Jessica wanted to run to her camp, tell them what she saw, make them come with guns and save those women... but she the expedition leaders would only tell her that they had no right to intervene... and then chastise her for coming here in the first place.
The third, youngest woman - or rather a girl, of no more than sixteen - kept struggling all the time but the men tied her to some stakes they have dug into the sand, already spreading her legs so that her body formed a letter "Y".
Jessica held her breath, unsure what to do - run away, go for help, stage a distraction, run to help the women... If only she had a gun or at least a flare... but without it she didn't fool herself that she was able to save any of those women from the inevitable gang rape that was to take place. She tried to calm her conscience by telling herself that there was nothing truly wrong in the scene in front of her, that this tribe has been practicing those rituals since the dawn of time... but she couldn't convince herself. She could only three women that were to be abused, nothing else.
However despite her fears, the men did not descend on the women, on the contrary they were even more focused on their frenzied dancing and singing, ignoring the women entirely. The females however did not try to escape, just - apart from the youngest one, struggling and straining against her bonds - kept lying on the beach paralyzed either by fear or resignation.
Then the scene changed again. To Jessica's surprise, as the singing became louder, a couple of silhouettes appeared on the edge of the light, given by the emerald flames. It seems the newcomers came from the direction of the sea and were heading towards the women on the shore. Were they members of a different tribe? If so, they seemed to be even more misshapen than the Mugawi tribesmen. Soon, as they entered the circle of light, Jessica realized how wrong she's been and couldn't contain a short scream of surprise, shock and terror... fortunately it seemed that it wasn't heard.
The newcomers were monstrous... and that wasn't a metaphor.
