Isla Mujeres

"Don't look, now but here comes Volk." Abby said raising an eyebrow at Frank.

Frank turned in the direction Abby was staring. Terra Volk had changed clothes since they last saw her. She was dressed in a short white dress that just barley covered her white panties and a plunging neckline that ran to just below her breasts. The pendant that hung on a gold chain was not a cross as Frank had suspected but some sort of large cat, like a leopard or even a jaguar. She was quickly advancing across the ship's deck with two very muscular black women flanking her. Volk's companions dressed in black leather pants and black tee-shirts with an odd white colored logo of a kneeling woman holding a flower in her hands and a large snake on her head. The woman in the logo was surrounded by what looked like the moon in its different phases. The two African women had a very menacing look about them Frank noticed. They looked like the type that meant business. Frank's left hand instinctively slid to his backside just to make sure his gun was still in his waistband of his pants. What the fuck is this all about he thought.

"Ms. Rogers", Volk said addressing Abby while obviously ignoring Frank. "We need to get your associate here." She said pointing at Frank. "ready for his entry onto the island. His current attire is entirely unacceptable and will not simply do. Furthermore the two of you need to be instructed on the proper etiquette and customs regarding females and males."

"What is wrong with what I am wearing?" Frank interrupted with an incredulous tone to his voice and his arms spread out.

"Mr. Patterson, from here on out you better get used to not directly addressing any women other than your keeper, that being Ms. Rogers. Moreover, you will do exactly as she or any other woman states at all times. If you would have been hired by us you would have learned all this in our training center but since you are coming almost unannounced then know the Great Goddess, Xi Chel has so has given women the power to create life on this world and therefore we are the true masters of this world. On the island this is a serious violation of our protocols to interrupt your betters. If you have something to say you need to ask permission to speak."

Frank couldn't believe what he was hearing. Ask permission to speak. Your betters. Are these people for real! Just who the fuck, do these women think they are?

Volk spoke again interrupting his thoughts. "It has been ordered by the High Priestess of Xi Chel, may she reign forever, that men are not allowed clothing while on the island. I need for you to remove all your clothing."

Frank just stared at her not quite comprehending her words. Did she say remove my clothing? Frank thought.

"Now. Mr. Patterson."

"Naked! You want me naked." Frank could not believe his ears. These women have gone too far. These bitches are out there like fucking Pluto. "I will do no such thing. You can tell your high priestess that she can go to hell or hates or whatever you call it. I am not removing one fucking stitch of clothing you crazy bitch." Frank replied.

With that Volk nodded her head and the two dark skinned women moved with the grace and power of two pythons. One quickly seized Frank and pinned his arms behind his back with one muscular arm and the other arm snaked around his neck. The other woman then moved in and first ripped his shirt spraying buttons all over the deck of the ship and then moved down and grab the waist of his pants just above his button and zipper. With one rapid jerk of both hands the top button popped off and his zipper ripped open tearing his pants down to his crotch beyond repair. There was also a loud clatter as a metal object thumped onto the deck.

"What's this? A gun?" Volk said with a tinge of amusement to her voice. "What kind of consultant carries a gun Mr. Patterson? Guns are illegal on Murjeres, especially for foreigners. Were you planning to shoot every woman on the island with that little thing?"

"Let him go!" Abby demanded.

Volk spun to address Abby with a feral look in her eyes. "You would do well to stay out of this and learn how to discipline the Eco-Killers." Volk sneered at Abby. "or you may find yourself in the same position or worse. We have rules and laws dictated by the High Priestess, may she reign forever, that are not open for discussion or interpretation by outsiders."

Frank strained to turn away from her gaze as Volk stepped forward and grabbed his white underwear briefs in her fist. With one fluid jerk she ripped them from his waist. The cloth of his underwear stung his flesh as it was pulled forcibly from his body. It caused a searing, stinging sensation as it was torn down the crack of his ass and passed his balls. Patterson watch in horror as his underwear was flung into the air and over the side of the ship like a runaway kite that had broken free of its string.

Terra Volk stepped closer to Frank and wrapped her long fingers around his nut-sack. She then dug her sharp purple lacquered fingernails into the flesh of his scrotum and slowly and deliberately pulled down. A searing pain rippled through Frank's body as the woman viciously left red raised welts the length of his balls. Frank Patterson couldn't help but to let out a small whimper from the intense paid. Volk glared at him with anger. Those blue eyes, so intense. They seemed almost alight.

"You will do what you are told - When you are told." As she still held his manhood in her talons. Her nails further digging into his two orbs that laid at the bottom of his now burning testicles. With an edge of anger entering her voice she said, "Do you understand?"

Frank stood there paralyzed as small tears began to develop in his eyes. "I... I... under...stand." Frank managed to say in a strained voice. And with that Terra Volk released her sharp nails from his ball-sack. Frank's knees buckled and he sagged forward still held from behind by one of the African women.

"Release him!" Volk ordered. Frank pitched face first into the gray metal deck and bashed his head. Frank laid there as everything around him began to quickly grow silent and black. He wondered as he faded out of conciseness how he was going to get out of this predicament.

Saturday, July 21, 2012 13:06

Centro of Isla

Isla Mujeres (N 21° 11' 5" W 86° 42' 50")

Frank and Abby strolled down the street in the downtown area. Well Abby did anyway. Frank was feeling a bit exposed after being forcibly stripped on board the Akhushtal three days ago. Now downtown and still nude he was finding it extremely difficult to adjust and a bit terrifying to be out in the open like this.

The downtown area known formally as Centro of Isla is just four by six blocks, not very big at all for a downtown area. It was fascinating to see but the entire down town was eco friendly. Everywhere you looked there were solar powered vehicles and water collection systems to collect rain water. In the distance down by the beach there were windmills that caught the sea breeze and converted it into electricity for near by homes and businesses. The Daughter's also built a solar array on the southern tip of the island that was of generating five-mega watts annually. There also was a rumor that a project was in the pipeline to building a dynamic tidal power station or DTP. DTP was only theoretical but rumor has it that the Daughter's had found a way past some of the stumbling blocks that prevent it from becoming a viable and inexpensive source of energy.

Frank's head still had a small lump on it where he smacked his head on the deck of the Akhushtal just three days before after he had been assaulted by Volk and her shipmates. For the past three days he had been cooped up in the small two bedroom one bath home that was provided for the pair on the east side of the tiny island. Too shy to venture out into public, Frank just couldn't bring himself to walk around nude in front of everyone. Abby on the other hand had been going out every morning and coming home late each night after clubbing. All this in effort to gather intel on the Daughters, or so she said. Each night Abby would return and assure Frank that it was no big deal for him to go into public in the raw. All men were naked. She told him how cool that was. And that everything is just so raw and honest that way. So after three days of harping Frank finally succumbed to Abby's pleading to get out and see the sights so to speak. Her main argument that finally convinced him was that two sets of eyes were better than one for gathering intelligence. That as usual he was being a tight ass. The reason he had so few friends was that he didn't get out and mingle. Fuck that. He was comfortable with who he was and that was that.

Frank had also noticed that Abby was becoming wilder too. She had let her hair down. It was no longer constrained in the tight bun that she kept it all wrapped up in. And she had started to wear just a bikini top and a pair of denim short shorts and sandals. Abby had even caught him a few times stealing glances at her freckled tits. Which she thought was amusing. In truth she was very attractive. And the more skin she showed the more he wanted to throw her down and impale her with his meat-spear. It was a constant battle to keep his erections at bay when she was around. When asked by Frank why Abby was starting to behave differently she just replied that she was just trying to blend in with the natives so they would open up and trust her more.

Located just eight miles across the Bahia de Mujeres (Bay of Women) from Cancun. The Isla Mujeres is only 5 miles long and half a mile wide at its widest point. Life in this former fishing village was more laid-back and tranquil than Cancun, but that didn't mean there wasn't plenty to do, it just meant the women on this island can do nothing at all if they so desire or fill their days with shopping, snorkeling, swimming or sunning. These women Frank noticed, truly resided in paradise. Frank may have even thought this place was perfect too except that the women controlled everything and the men it seemed were just an after thought that was strictly controlled.

As they strolled through the market area of the Centro they were assaulted by a cacophony of sounds as vendors in the open air bizarre called out to them in hopes to sell their wares. Everything was for sale from silk cloth, Mexican silver jewelry, big straw hats, bikinis, and tee shirts with funny slogans to name just a few. Mostly nude men worked in the vendor stalls for women had better things to do and all the businesses were owned the women anyway. Men were not allowed to own anything on the island Frank came to learn. Everything they needed would be provided for by the Daughters in this gynecocracy society.

Franked asked some of the vendors if they were happy on the island. Most said they weren't but they had no way to leave. However to Frank's surprise one vendor seemed to be happy. When he was asked he replied, "Playin SuperMario, chuggin brews, fightin over KFC menus and eatin Popeye's chicken kept me busy while I failed in the real world. Ya, I am happy here. Things are better for me. Besides, they give me everything I need and girls love playin with my schlong," What a fuckin looser, Frank thought as the guy twisted his hips back and forth making his above average dick swing across his nude body.

"Why do you keep looking at your watch? Frank said to Abby with a puzzled look on his face.

"I just don't want to be late." Abby said as she picked up the pace. "Come on! It's not that much further!"

"Where are we going?" Frank yelled after her also picking up his pace and starting to feel a bit ridiculous jogging down the street with his dick swing back and forth like a loose pendulum and his balls bouncing around like two cats fighting in a sack.

"It's just down this street." Abby said as her level of excitement rose in her voice as two of them ran south on the narrow red brick stone avenue.

As they continued to sprint down the Av Guerrero they came to a small plaza on the left. One side was flanked by a short hedge and the other by an eight foot white stucco wall. The plaza was somewhat raised above the street level and was covered with same red brick stones as was the small avenue they used to get there. The plaza opened up to the sea facing northeast, where the scent and sounds of the ocean was ever present. At the end of the plaza sat a bronze statue of a nude woman coming out of a large seashell holding a fish in both hands towards the sky as if she was offering it to the gods.

But what shocked Frank were the women gathered around the wooden stage next to the statute. Up on the stage bent over and restrained to a wooden frame by all four of his limbs was a muscular man in his early twenties. Behind his bent over body and spread and bound legs was a young woman with short jet black hair and ivory white skin. She had his cock and balls pulled back through his legs as if it were some sort of small tail. The young man was obviously fully sexually aroused as she squeezed and tug on his thick engorged shaft of manhood.

"What the fuck kind of crazy shit is this!" Frank shouted over the cheers of the women as he came to a sudden halt behind a crush of women vying for a better view of this spectacle.

"I know. Isn't this wonderful!" Abby yelled back in utter excitement. "The device he is strapped to is called a Chakmool which is Mayan for Jaguar I am told. It is said that a male strapped to such a device takes on the look and attributes of this noble animal. Just look at him! It is so fucking visceral. Doesn't he look all tense like a jungle cat ready to pounce on unsuspecting prey? God I would like to fuck him. Look at the dick will you."

Frank was shocked. This wasn't like the Abby he knew at all. She was unorthodox and even too out going sometimes for his taste but this was over the top. She could hardly contain her zeal for this display of male humiliation that was before them. Before everyone!

"Are you fucking insane? This is barbaric!"

"Oh, Frank it isn't that bad. Get a grip. Don't be such a prude. Besides it looks like you are kind of turned on by it also." Abby said looking down at Frank's dick as it was semi-erect and starting to stiffen.

It had been about seven days since Frank had cum and at this point the sea breeze could have made him hard.

"Oh my..." A woman next to Frank and Abby commented as she saw Frank's growing and lengthening member. "Is he next sweetie? I would like a chance at milking that specimen myself.

Frank couldn't help but notice how the woman looked at him as if he was a piece of meat at market. Milk! Specimen! Oh hell no Frank thought. There is no way I am going to let these crazy bitches anywhere near me.

"I am thinking... yes. Most definitely yes. Abby replied to the woman.

"Are you fucking mad? Frank said softly in Abby's ear careful not to have others in the crowd hear him disrespecting her and fearing retribution. He couldn't bare the thought of some woman grabbing and digging her fingernails into his balls again.

"Look Frank, we are here to gather intelligence on the Daughter's." Abby said staring down at his dick and smiling. "What better way to gain their trust and entry into their inner circle than to show them that we are one of them, that we are trying to fit in. I have been trying for the last three days to get an audience with the Dr. White and access to her palace but with no luck. How else am I going to get next to that laptop of hers so I can use the shadow drive on it? Look, they simply don't trust me yet and why should they. I have done nothing to gain their confidence. I think something like this will get us noticed. Besides, isn't always you that says' mission first'. So put your money where your mouth is and get your ass up on that stage when it's our turn next. Don't be such a cry baby. Don't' worry it won't hurt."

It! Frank just stared at her and then back up to the stage in shock and a little bit of horror. Milking! I have never heard it called that before Frank thought to himself. I am not sure I can go through with this, mission or no mission. This is shear madness.

Abby continued, "The woman on the stage is performing one of the sacred rights of the Ix Chel religion. They believe that Ix Chel grants favors to anyone that can collect the seed of a man.

The man on the stage began to squirm under his bonds and moan louder as she pulled and teased his ever thickening dong. It was a tug of war that he had no chance of winning. The black haired woman extended her free hand and was handed a jade bowl in the shape of a skull.

"Do you see that green skull? It's actually a bowl made of pure jade? The carvings on that bowl are believed to be truly unique. It is said that this bowl can actually draw your soul into it. It is also said that jade is known for its healing energies, and also for holding the energies of its contents which then can be used for creating and attracting prosperity, good fortune and wellbeing." Abby explained.

The man on the stage could not hold back any longer under the constant pulling and tugging of his swollen member and with a grunt he began to shoot long hot ribbons of cum in perfect timing with his racing heart.

"Oh by the Goddess he is cumming!" cried one woman next to the stage. "Ix Chel surely must be pleased."

"There he blows!" Yelled yet another as she pushing forward to get a better view of this humiliating spectacle.

Everyone was laughing, pointing and cheering as this young man strained to shoot his hot jizz into the awaiting jade bowl. The woman that had been tugging on his cock grabbed his balls when his body had gone limp and gave them a firm squeeze to ensure she had every last drop of this precious liquid. At that point the woman holding the bowl stood from her crouching position and walked to the edge of the stage and held the skull shaped bowl into the air over her head in triumph. The crowd erupted into more cheers and platitudes for a job well done.

Abby turned to Frank and yelled over the din of the crowd, "Let's go we are next!"

Frank froze mortified by the realization that he was to be milked in front of so many strange and wild women. This just couldn't be happening. This just wasn't real.

Abby jerked Frank by the arm. "Let's go!" she yelled once more. Frank's feet began to move forward. It wasn't that he was walking, it was more like the crowd was surging him forward like a wave slowly and inevitably moving toward the shore. It was as if a force of nature outside of his control was pushing him along. He began to pick up speed with each passing moment, threatening to trip him and send him tumbling to the ground. But some how he knew in the back of his mind that in this densely packed crowd of women that would be impossible. As much as he willed himself not to go toward the stage, there was nothing he could do to prevent it.

As the leather straps where being synched tighter on Frank's extremities he finally snapped out of his trance. Frank could feel Abby's presence behind the Chakmool were he lay immobilized and bent over. Every woman who was gathered around the raised platform could see in full view Frank's sex organ and balls dangling between his legs. He could feel the tickling dance of his pubic hair on his balls as gusts of sea breeze surged through his open legs.

A beautiful pair of long legs with a tattoo of a jaguar walked by Frank as he lay mounted on the Chakmool. Try as he may he could not twist his body around to see the woman that had just walked by him and that was now standing near his ass next to Abby. He was just strapped in too well. He really want to catch a glimpse of who was going to do this.

"It appears we have another ready to go! Are you ladies ready for another offering?" The tall woman with the long legs shouted out to the crowd.