Maria's Oral Adventures Continue

After the first two weeks, all the food was gone, in the days that followed saw the last of the water dwindle to only the last few gallons. Throughout the ordeal, Maria, alone seemed to thrive, she was the picture of vigor and health, while the men seemed to be fading like shadows of their former selves, adding to her misery the men were producing less and less semen for her consumption, taste becoming a bit stronger and somewhat foul as the they became dehydrated, the constancy thickened and their bodies, unwashed took on a foul smell; still Maria thankfully consumed each precious drop of manly protein she managed to coax out of each now familiar tasting survivor. She had to put up with the ever fouler smell of their stinking crotches, which were washed only in seawater, their body odor ripened like the smell of Limburger cheese, but like that cheese, once you got past the smell; the reward of the tasty liquid made the ordeal for her, worthwhile.

It was on the morning of their twentieth day adrift at sea when through the morning mist someone spotted land. Maria, who had picked up a large vocabulary in Spanish during this ordeal heard one man frantically cry out in Spanish,

"Land, I see land!" said the man pointing.

Everyone aboard strained their necks to the port side to try and get a glimpse. "I don't see anything!" one man disappointingly exclaimed! "No, wait, I think I see something...yes, it looks like trees and a shoreline!"

Maria pushed through the crowd of men and peered out carefully through the misty water.

"I see it!" she added,

"My God that must be miles away, how are we going to get there?" one man replied,

"We must use our hands and paddle!" another said.

"Quickly, everyone, man the sides, turn the boat, reach down and stroke!"

Slowly the craft changed direction as all those who were able bodied manned the sides and reached down with their hands and slowly paddled the boat in the direction of the distant shore. They took turns paddling, switching sides as their arms became fatigued and their backs and shoulders strained. Maria provided oral relief to the exhausted men while they took breaks; others replacing them as needed. Anxiously the survivors toiled with the hopes of reaching land.

Slowly the boat moved toward the distant shore; as the life boat moved closer, it soon appeared that the land might actually be only a large island. Soon, when some details could be made out, they could see that there were a few low peaks, the entire island seemed to be covered with green vegetation, , palm trees and a few beaches could be seen from the sides, but no real details yet. The island was still about ten miles away and the sun was nearing the horizon, soon it would be dark again.

"Damn it, so close, yet so far!" Maria cried out!

One man looked thoughtfully at the island and said, "Maybe if we are lucky, the current will be fortunate to us tonight".

The men continued paddling well into the night, looking for signs of activity on the island; or hopefully some light, but none was seen. After an hour or so they stopped, they could no longer tell what direction they were paddling and thought it better rest the night and save their energies for tomorrow.

At the first signs of light, on this the twenty-first at sea; that they got their first close glimpse of the island. During the night fortune had indeed smiled upon them and they were about two miles off shore of what was in fact an island. It seemed they were drifting past the island as the topography was different from what they saw farther out yesterday. Everyone was quickly awakened and they eagerly turned the boat around and paddled the boat back in the direction of the island. Soon, the familiar rushing of waves breaking upon the shore could be heard. Details of the island could be seen including what looked like some primitive wooden structures in the distance. Anxiously they approached the shore where a gathering crowd of people appeared to be readying a few primitive boats in their direction.

"Hey, they see us, they are sending out a rescue party!" someone shouted.

Within ten minutes they could see that there were about half a dozen primitive long boats, filled with crews that from a distance seemed to be manned with men and women in some sort of native dress, each being completely naked, except for the ornate body markings and ornamental jewelry and hairpieces. The women were standing, holding large nasty looking spears, giving orders to the men who were rowing in unison.

"I don't feel good about this!" one man was heard saying.

"Do you think they are cannibals?" another asked.

"I sure hope not!" another replied.

"It doesn't look like a rescue party; it looks like a war party!"

Maria said. "What should we do?"

Another man suggested, "We do nothing, do not panic, do not make a threatening move, that's what we do." He added, "Does everybody understand that?" everyone nodded.

They were all too exhausted and tired to appear as a threat, or so they hoped.

Soon the boats approached close enough that one woman in the lead boat yelled out something unintelligible to them. Unable to answer, they remained silent. Again, the woman spoke louder and seemed angry, shaking her spear in the air.

Maria quietly told everyone that she would try to answer, so she said in her best Spanish, "We are survivors of the SS SAN PEDRO, we have been adrift three weeks. Can you help us?"

The woman, a tall light-skinned woman with dark brown hair consulted with her female companions briefly and answered back again in an unintelligible language.

Maria tried again, this time in English, "We are survivors of the SS SAN PEDRO, we have been adrift three weeks. Can you help us?"

This time the woman responded back angrily in broken English with a strange accent, "Go away, you not welcome, leave us lone!"

Maria responded, "We need food and water, we are lost, please help!"

Finally, after some discussion the woman threw Maria a rope to tie onto the bow. "Come, we take you and your pukkas!" then the lead boat turned around and following a few swift orders, the last survivors of the SS SAN PEDRO were pulled to shore.

Chapter 27

The boat was quickly pulled ashore where the men were forcibly removed from the boat and herded together like cattle, then placed in a pen. One man started to protest the treatment and resisted the prodded into the pen. To everyone's horror and disgust, the man was pushed away from the other, forced face down to the ground and a spear was driven deep into his back. Then, as he lay dead on the ground, the woman leader kicked he body over and another woman, taking out a large knife, grabbed his entire manhood in one hand and emasculated the poor man in one swift, brutal motion.

Horrified, in tears, Maria ran to the pen in a fearful state and told the other survivors to be quiet and don't complain, because she didn't know what these monsters would do next.

The warrior woman, with the bloody penis and scrotum in hand, walked to the leader and handed the man's privates over to her like she was passing a bottle or a trophy. The leader raised her arm up and carefully inspected them and with an approving nod, dismissed the woman.

Then addressing Maria she said, "Your pukka paid price for disobedience, he be lesson to rest, they all must obey" then she added, "This make nice prize for our Queen! Now, you must come with me."

Maria glanced at the men, all penned together like frightened cattle; she feared for them, but knew if she didn't obey, she would possibly be killed and the remaining men as well, so Maria followed.

Maria noticed that she was treated with a greater respect then the men, even the native males seemed subservient to any females here. She wondered if this was some sort of lost culture where women dominated over men, like the mythical Amazon Women heard in stories. But if this was so, how could they speak any English? So many questions, she only hoped that she would get her answers soon.

They climbed through the jungle, past several narrow bamboo cages hanging from trees; each one contained a naked male, tied to what appeared to be a rough hewn post. Outside one of the cages, one woman held up a small cup and was jerking off one of the men into her cup.

As they hiked along farther they approached the side of a cliff, where an opening had been cut into the side, apparently and opening to a cave of some kind. Maria was directed inside where along the wall torches lit the interior. The cavern was very ornate, with high hand hewn ceilings, down at the far end seated on a raised platform was a woman with dark blond hair flanked on either side by two men, each facing her. It appeared that she was busily fellating the man on the right while slowly stroking the other man's erect manhood with her other hand; her head bobbing rhythmically in and out from the mans loins. As Maria was led towards the platform she noticed ornate scenes depicted on the walls of the cavern showing women leading fierce battles, pictures of men rounded-up like cattle and tied together, sex scenes depicting men being milked like cows into goblets, then the next scene shows the goblet raised in the air as in a ceremony, the next scene shows the contents of that full goblet being consumed in ceremonial fashion.

There were also brutal scenes showing mass mutilation and castrations, the battles of warring tribes no doubt.

"We wait here!" her guide commanded, "Queen not yet finished meal."

The dark haired savage informed Maria. They stopped a respectful distance away from the platform. Maria glanced at her guides' left hand, that still held the remains of the dead crewman's manhood, blood no longer dripping from where his package was brutally cut off. The thought of what had occurred made Maria nearly sick again; she kept reliving in her mind that horrific scene. Finally, Maria could see the first man's body stiffen slightly as the Queen eagerly swallowed the man's milky release; it seemed to last for minutes until finally she released the first man from her mouth at turn her attentions on the other man, soon he too released his milk that the Queen eagerly swallowed. The Queen, now satisfactorily fed, ordered that the men be dismissed and they were led away.

The Queen turned her attentions to Maria. The guard presented the Queen with the remains of the dead crewman's manhood, setting it into what looked like a ceremonial golden bowl in front of her. There was an exchange of words that Maria could not understand, the Queen quickly inspected the contents of the bowl, then the conversation switched to broken English and Maria heard the Queen say,

"Very well, I know this language too, we will speak it so she can understand."

The Queen then addressed Maria directly, "Who are you and why have you come to my island?" the Queen demanded.

Chapter 28

Maria stood in front of the Queen dumbfounded; she didn't know where to start or what to say. There she stood, standing in front of a strange naked woman, while being completely naked herself was distracting enough. So Maria meekly answered here question as best she could,

"My name is Maria, we were shipwrecked, the only survivors of the SS SAN PEDRO, we drifted here after weeks at sea."

The Queen thoughtfully considered what she was told and replied, "I see, we thought you invaders from the big lands, then Meecha here," gesturing to the woman who brought her in, "She saw you alone with your pukkas and decided to let you live."

Maria looked at her a bit confused and asked, "I don't know what `pukkas' means, we have no word like that in our language".

The queen, searched for a moment in thought replied, "It means `milk-herd' are not these pukka we found you with your milk herd?" the Queen asked suspiciously.

Maria quickly caught on and answered, "Yes, they are my milk herd, but, please don't harm them!"

Maria quickly realized how fortunate she was being the lone naked female aboard the life boat, that detail may very well have saved her life and the lives of the men. She respectfully addressed the Queen, "Where are we; what land is this and what is your name oh, Queen?"

Her lean, tan figure made a definite impression on the Queen as she answered her answered, "We are the people of Mu, from the ancient land of Mu, we have preserved our culture here on this island that we call Lemuria for many millennia, we call our people the Lemurians." The Queen explained, "We are the milk herders. My name is Queen Melachoma."

Maria learned though this conversation many strange facts; why the island was not on any map, that the culture was a female dominated society and how males were relegated to positions either as slaves, milk cows for semen collection, or a few selected as sexual toys or for reproduction. The primary diet of these women was semen, augments with some fruit and some vegetables; the male diet was strictly fruit and vegetables, coconut milk and water. Men here were valued more for their semen production then for their strength and beauty; here the men were bred primarily for semen quality, both in quantity and taste; these were the first-order cows. The best tasting, most productive males were reserved for the Queen alone, the rest were second and third-order cows that were for the tribal leaders and finally the remaining tribal members.

"I see" said Maria, "That explains what happened to so many vessels lost at sea and also how you learned my language." Maria conjectured correctly.

Queen Melachoma replied, "Yes, we absorbed many of those men into our herd of pukkas, those that resisted were of course, slaughtered."

Maria tried to show no emotion at this remark, finding this practice revolting and upsetting. In fact, she feared for the lives all the survivors

"I see," she said, "So those that don't fit in are weeded out and destroyed."

Queen Melachoma replied, "Yes, of course, is that not best for our culture to survive and thrive; weed out the weak?"

Maria said nothing; Queen Melachoma took her silence as approval.

"We must take you to get cleaned up! Have you eaten yet today?" the Queen asked.

Maria explained, "I have not eaten in over two weeks..." then she rephrased, "Not since the moon was full in the night sky, I lived off pukka milk only."

The Queen sat back in her throne and folded her hands together and said, "Please, tell me your story, we perhaps is kindred spirits, you and I". The Queen continued, "We have an ordeal here, that each warrior must endure before she can rise to that warrior caste. It is the crucible of purity".

Maria listened with interest as the Queen continued, "When the time of testing arrives, each must chose twenty-four pukkas and take them out into the jungle, she must keep them together and safe for a full cycle of the moon, she must hunt and gather food for them." The Queen added, "However, she must survive only on pukka milk until her return." The Queen now smiling added, "Each warrior candidate may take her pukka milk however she desires, for it is also a time of mating too if she so decides to use her pukkas in that way."

Maria smiled shyly at the Queens suggestion and said, "That sounds exciting!"

The Queen replied, "It is the ordeal all young warrior candidates look forward too! You will see too, we have many uses for pukka milk, it is our food and gives life too." Then the Queen stood up and said, "Please come with me and I will show you."

Queen Melachoma clapped her hands twice and instantly, two warriors appeared from behind the throne. "Yes, my Queen!" they said bowing their heads,

"See to it that this woman is bathed and properly fed!" she commanded. "Treat her as you would a warrior, she has endured many such tests already."

One warrior guard replied, "Yes, my Queen, as you command, so it shall be done."

The other guard addressed Maria, "Please follow us."

Maria was led out a side passage to the left of the throne, there hewn out of the living rock, was another passageway leading to another well-lit chamber, smaller then the main chamber but with several other entrances carved in the rock. This antechamber contained a large pedestal upon which sat a large rectangular stone.

"Please, this way first." One guard politely instructed,

Maria followed her over to a corner of the chamber here women in waiting started washing her body with sponges wet with a fragrant smelling liquid. Maria was carefully washed from head to foot, no area left untouched. The woman smiled at her as she rinsed her pussy clean, Maria spread her legs as every crease and curve of her body was washed, cleaned and then rinsed.

"You are very fortunate, you get a Queens bath today, Queen Melachoma indeed, favors you greatly!" the woman told her, "Please follow me for your bath."

Maria replied, "I thought that was the bath!"

The woman smiled and replied, "Please, follow me."

The woman led Maria up the carved rock stairs at the center of the room to the pedestal in the center of the room, there she saw that the rectangular block was in fact a carved and smoothed bowl as large as a huge tub, filled with a milky white substance.

Maria sniffed and looked in, "Sperm." She said.

The woman smiled broadly and corrected her, "Pukka milk!" adding, "The Queen desires you to have a warriors bath in pukka milk!"

The woman assisted Maria carefully in the large tub, filled three-quarters full with the fresh milky fluid. When her foot slid into the bath milk she was slightly shocked to find it still warm and slippery! Maria slowly entered the milky contents and quickly relaxed as the warm fragrant surrounded her body up to her neck. She slid farther down, letting the tasty mix fill her mouth, she instinctively swallowed.

"Mmmmmm! This is wonderful!" Maria exclaimed.

The woman attending her smiled back enviously, "It is fresh too, please feed freely, there is more where that came from."

Maria raised her arm out of the milky pool, the sperm glistened as it ran off her arm, she slowly licked each finger and her hands, and then she dipped them in again, watching the living juices drip off. Maria looked at the woman and smiled, and then cautiously, she offered her a hand. The woman eagerly licked the tasty juice off Maria's fingers and hand, working her way down to her arm. Maria withdrew her arm only long enough to make a cup with her hands and scoop a double handful up to her lips and drink it down. There was a noise heard, coming from one of the stone entrances, two women arrived, each carrying two large, heavy looking buckets; they quickly ascended the stone stairs and dumped the contents of each bucket into the warm bath mixture.

"More fresh semen; ah...pukka milk!" Maria corrected herself.

She immediately felt the warmth of the fresh liquid as the contents mix was poured into the tub. "Mmmm, what a luxurious milk bath!" she quietly said to herself. Maria excitedly rubbed her torso with her hands working the semen into the pores of her skin, the slippery sperm lubricating and stimulating her skin; she slid her fingers slowly over her pussy, drenched in over a foot deep of warm semen, she rubbed herself to orgasm, the warmth of her orgasm spread across her body like a gentle blanket; she was unbelievably excited by her situation, never in her wildest dreams had she thought that she would ever enjoy a milky bath like this! Legends told of how millennia ago Cleopatra took milk baths; now she wondered if those legendary baths were renowned because this was her milk of choice! Maria eagerly sipped at will from the milky waters until she was nearly full. She closed her eyes, smiling and quietly drifted off to sleep wondering how many men contributed to her bath milk.

*to be continued*