1. Time Eternal


    Date: 8/24/2015, Categories: Dark Fantasy, Alien, Cannibalism, Extreme, Male/Female, Torture, Author: ufpe, Rating: 75, Source: sexstories.com

    wreckage of the missing Piper aircraft, their search for the surviving photographer was abruptly terminated when members of the investigation team fell victim to an aggressive hoard of green, testicle sucking, erection inducing serpents. The whispering voices fell silent as I tried to focus my eyes in the dim twilight. Camilla was gone, replaced by a group of primal dark-skinned jungle natives staring down at me laying on the knoll where I had been awaiting my demise close to the remains of the shattered aircraft. The air was cool and humid with a lingering fragrance of hyacinth. Sparsely dressed with loincloths, animal skin sandals, thick black braided hair, and necklaces of an assortment of local flora, the jungle dwellers were quite intimidating. The older males had necklaces with animal teeth interwoven with a myriad of unrelated objects scavenged from the jungle – I recognized a wristwatch one of my fallen companions had worn. A young barefoot girl with the whitest teeth in the world pushed her way through the crowd and sat down next to me. Wordlessly, she removed my tattered garments and began to lick the dried blood from my leg. Another younger sibling joined in, and suddenly I was awash with noisily licking blood sucking natives. To my horror, the gentle tongue bath soon turned into a ravenous feeding frenzy. The last dregs of adrenaline kicked in, and I began kicking and swinging, screaming like an alley cat during mating season. Much to my amazement, they stopped ...
    and backed away in stunned silence. Somehow, a gnarly root appeared by my hand, and using it as a brace, I stumbled to my feet and into the brush towards the sound of rushing water somewhere beyond the clearing. It was a momentous struggle, and after a few hundred meters, I fell headlong into a rapidly flowing stream almost entirely obscured by the tropical overgrowth. The cool water rushing against my wounds soothed and invigorated me sufficiently enough to continue downstream by navigating through the shallows. By nightfall, I was exhausted, and fell into a small still backwater, drifting into a dreamless sleep with little water creatures nipping on my toes. The sun was high when I awoke to the dull insistent throbbing of my ribs and leg and constant gut rumbling hunger creates. I made my way over to some fruit trees and surveyed my surroundings as I gulped down the sweet tangy fruit. The cannibals had apparently left me to my demise, but the stream must have some type of therapeutic effect, as I felt somewhat revitalized and set out to follow the river to it's inevitable rendezvous with the sea. Constantly beating back hoards of flies, I stumbled my way through the rushing water supported by my trusty root until, somewhere towards the late afternoon, my legs gave out and I drug myself onto a dry bed of algae surrounded by tall tubular plants. Drifting off to sleep, I remained hopeful the jungle predators would leave me alone. Somewhere in my dreams, I felt a gentle sucking ...
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