As the princess’ head was forced back, her gaze followed. The watching eyes of foreign men both aroused and humiliated her. Their cheers and hollers emulated a sporting event. In moments, more men arrived at the slave’s fronts. They dropped to their knees, licking and sucking upon the soft clits. Each tickling tongue brought the girls closer to forced orgasm.
Each native’s dark hair was yanked harder, ridden like horse reigns. Chained hands swayed so swiftly in the motion, bodies flopped like unstuffed rag dolls. Each breast bounced up and down. Gravity shook the bulbs around, stimulating them more.
Ivan released the princess’ hair, reaching for the heaving boobs. Grasping them in his palms, he squeezed with lustful aggression. The rough massage made her feminine faucet leak. Her dark nipples were yanked, pulled, milked, twisted and pressed. It seemed the deeper they inverted, the wetter she got.
The moans of her sister-slaves sounded aloud. Born an island royal, she’d been sheltered from the violent orgies of her people. On both sides of her, friends shattered in satisfied sex cries. Each of the powerful seamen rammed the sopping slits from behind, hooting and hollering like horny frat boys. One by one, they conquered each conquest.
Though the Polynesian Princess held out to the last. Pushed to the edge of hard pleasure, her strained thighs trembled, knees lightly buckled. Angered by the slave’s stubbornness, Ivan withdrew from her exotic entrance.
Kneeling down again, he spread her ass cheeks. After a few tongue rims, he soaked her tight star with saliva. Already slick with vaginal juice, his cock slithered inward. Firing his arrow into her bull’s-eye, he invaded her anal underground. Pushing through her sphincter, his cock-head popped her backside like fired corn. All 7-inches sampled her secret garden.
A deep moan exited her lungs, as she yanked at her restraints. As much as it hurt, it was also the deepest pleasure she’d ever felt. As he pumped her harder, the princess’ worn feet scraped a concrete floor. The soldier sucking her clit contrasted the anal invasion. Though even that turned edgier, as his teeth began gnawing upon her soft flesh. Seas of saliva spilled down her slit, further lubing Fedrov’s battering ram.
Ivan pumped her harder and faster, unwilling to slow until she broke. With nothing left to give, her soft body finally submitted. She went limp in the chains. The curvy captive swung in small circles, as the captain trapped her hips in his hands. With full control of her, his rod rammed deeper.
Captain Fedrov’s balls spanked her ass cheeks, adding to the captive’s submission. The princess’ ass was still so tight, Ivan believed he’d soon be crushed. His face cringed in pleasurable pain.
The slave’s anal grip intensified, aiming to injure with a last line of defense. Ivan’s shout drowned hers. He leaned into her back, biting it hard. His hanging balls spanked her one last time. Fedrov’s testes overlapped, slapping at her clit.
Even testicles wouldn’t stop the kneeling seaman from his oral duty, lapping the exotic punch. The dual attack pushed the princess over her anal edge. Her body quaked like broken earth. She felt it so deeply, tears rained from her eyes.
Ivan’s cock was choked of life. Forced into his own orgasm, he grunted from the depth of throat. A manly pitch echoed throughout the ship. Grabbing the womanly hips, Ivan emptied his load inside her crown jewel.
With every spurt delivered, the shaking slave convulsed more. Just when it seemed Ivan was done, he fired another load. Filled to the brim, a rim of white seeped from their shared connection.
He withdrew quickly, covered in his cum. A white waterfall spilled from the shaking slave, as the soldiers’ cheers filled the air. “We have a victor!” Ivan shamefully shouted, receiving more cheers.
Besides her native language, the slave only spoke sparse French. Handed down through the generations, some words never faded away. Freedom was one never known. Mr. Fedrov pulled up his pants. He unchained the princess, lifting her in an over-the-shoulder carry.
“As a man of my word...freedom she gets,” Ivan announced. The men cheered, following him up the stairs. As he carried her, dozens of hands spanked her juicy ass. Spread wide, she leaked Ivan’s gift the whole way.
*****
Arriving upon the cargo ship’s main deck, the slave was taken to the bow. The fog finally started to thin, appearing in low-lying patches. At the moment, visibility was still masked. The slave’s expression was void of emotion, though her beauty still shined bright. Sensing her end coming, she was the lucky one.
Ivan approached the bronze beauty. He was momentarily struck by her natural allure. The flat light made her glow like a goddess. Pausing, he stopped to inhale her image. However, it didn’t stop her trip to the ship’s edge. “Have a nice swim,” Mr. Fedrov said.
The soldiers roared in excitement, as Ivan went to shove her overboard. Right before he could do so, an excited shout sounded from above. “Captain! Land ahead! It is...spectacular!”
Turning away from the slave, the seamen gazed at a puff of fog. Suddenly, the blanket of white was broken. Gasps filled the air, as a breathtaking sight appeared in the distance.
“That’s the one!” Ivan Fedrov boldly announced. He didn’t have to step foot on its sands to know perfection. The massive peaks of Aionios towered in the distance. It had yet to receive its name, which would come from his lips. For the moment, he soaked the surreal vision in. He was rendered speechless along with his men.
The sole female didn’t share such joy. “Cannibale!” the princess whispered in terror, backing closer to the ship’s edge.
Everyone turned in confusion, staring her down. “What’d she say?” a crewmember asked.
“Don’t know,” Ivan answered.
Although her spoken word was French, the Spanish coined its origin. Her frightened eyes translated perfectly. She gazed at the island, having heard of its existence through stories and legends. Past explorers, the few who escaped, confirmed it. It wasn’t the land that killed them, but the natives living on it.
Having a sudden change of heart, Ivan held his hand out to her. With obvious knowledge of the place, he hoped she could aid their exploration. “Come back...down below,” the captain offered.
Taking one last gaze at the volcanic creation, she turned towards Ivan. A satisfied laugh spilled from her lips. Each soldier stared in disbelief, quiet and disturbed. She suddenly leapt off the boat, landing in the deep blue sea. Her body swiftly submerged to the bottom. It was a proud death of her choosing, unlike the hell awaiting her captors onshore. A shocked Ivan returned his gaze to the landmass.
Vladimir Udom asked, “What could’ve made her do that?”
Ivan said in curiosity, “We’ll soon find out.”
*****
Using a small dinghy, a select team entered the island’s east side. The triangular temple rock filled their sights first. Massive cliffs and cascading waterfalls followed. Captain Fedrov stepped upon the black sands. An ocean breeze cooled his skin. Shutting his eyes, he embraced the land he’d always envisioned.
Venturing out into the canopy of shaded forest, bird songs tempted his ears. The armed group tread carefully. With each step, they were prepared for trouble. Traveling as far as the center gorge, all they encountered was peace.
The flowing fantasyland was suddenly disturbed with distant, high-pitch screams. To the average ear, it appeared animal-like. “Wild swine,” Ivan declared, having seen one at the forest’s edge. “Fresh water and food...who could ask for more?” he smiled.
His second in command, Mr. Udom, nodded in agreement. Like his superior, he was too mesmerized for skepticism. “This is the utopia we were promised. This is what Stalin, Lenin...Khrushchev preached...never delivered.”
Tears filled Captain Fedrov’s eyes. Somehow, life had given birth to his mind’s fantasy. He recalled his surreal dream, An eternal paradise...for those desperate enough to forget their past, leave their present, and surrender their future. Ivan announced with passionate vigor, “Bring every building supply onshore...every able body. Put
the laborers to work immediately...bring the whores to serve.”
Mr. Udom asked, “Explore more of the land first, Captain? Make sure there’s no trouble makers?”
“If there are locals...we’ll just put ‘em to work. You said yourself, comrade...this is utopia...we have nothing to fear here.”
*****
Within an hour, camp was set up on-beach. The slave labor was hard at work, clearing foundation for a future commune. No longer acquired for a military base, Ivan ordered all fencing abandoned. His goal wasn’t to lock anyone out. The ocean would hold them in.
The soldiers watched over the slaves with AK-47 rifles. They puffed cigars, soaking-in the tropical life. While they got on-duty blow jobs in the sun, Captain Fedrov’s mind buzzed with genius.
He watched the darkest slave lift a concrete block, tossing it with strong might. He looks like a living god, Ivan thought. Next, the sea bound princess flashed in his mind. With her raven hair, lightly tanned skin, he thought, she possessed the allure of a goddess.
As night fell, more hellish screeches filled the forest depths. Though Ivan’s complex psychosexual mind was occupied in REM sleep. Dreams of unholy unions filled his head. Communism’s idealistic lies merged with Capitalism's addictive rewards. Atheism’s libertine lust mated with religion’s dogmatic purity.
Ivan rose from his slumber, covered in sweat. “That’s it!” he declared. His mind birthed an offspring so dangerously desirable, no human could deny it. By perverting sacred Western values, he’d start a dark train rolling. Jim Jones, David Koresh, and Charles Manson’s future acts, would pale in comparison. He’d start a cult.
Knowing the psychology behind such a venture, he’d need money to fund it. Broken people would fuel the vehicle, able bodies would build it, and addiction would keep them loyal. Most of all, he’d need a prophecy to give them purpose.
Captain Fedrov drafted an island vision, assigning his top engineers. A lavish commune would be built, other ideas to follow: communal crops, rock temples, and immortal gods like the days of Greek mythology.
Thinking back to his orthodox studies, he recalled the perfect word. He preached to his soldiers. “Mother Russia has bled us all. The cruel regime tried to break us. I propose a new world. One where we lead...others follow. We take...they give. We rule...they worship! Comrades, welcome to eternity! Welcome to Aionios!”
The soldiers rose to their feet, cheering the new concept. Once simple tools of the Soviet Union, they were taught to follow the strongest men. Ivan’s bold voice was revered.
Approaching Mr. Udom, Ivan said, “Comrade, I must go.”
“You’re leaving us, Captain?”
“Soviet enemies...will become are allies. Or so they’ll think.”
“America?”
“We’ll use their free system to build an empire. I shall return. In my absence, I choose you...to deliver our new world.”
The man was humbled with honor, also fear. “I...don’t know what to say? When will you return?”
“When the time is right,” he said cryptically, adding nothing else.
*****
When the moon is in the Seventh House
And Jupiter aligns with Mars
Then peace will guide the planets
And love will steer the stars
This is the dawning of the Age of Aquarius...
Over the next eight years, Ivan’s life would change with American society. Entering a foreign land of freedom, his defection was complete. Surrendering his cargo ship, he arrived on the shores of San Francisco. He became a US citizen, spilling Soviet secrets in exchange. Embracing his new identity, Ivan Freedmen was born.
The rumors of a blooming peace movement were correct. Rebellious youths rejected parental upbringings. Waves of psychedelic drugs were being introduced. Foreign influences such as LSD, Peyote, and Ayahuasca appeared on the street. Society craved collective love, hope and acceptance. It was the perfect place to build his base.
Within three years, his psychology practice was up and running. At the five-year mark, a global network of unethical professionals was formed. All men took an oath to serve the colony, a place they’d never step foot upon. In return, plundered treasures were promised them. The wise men were given a set of requirements to measure all prospective candidates. Scouring the world, they’d find one couple per year.
To start the process, 25 couples were chosen globally. Each became instant property of Infinity, Inc., represented by the symbol, ∞. No citizen would live past the age of 50, when bodily decline set in. It was the Communist way. These useful idiots would be mere tools in a profitable empire, future offspring included.
Chemists were hired to create a worthy psychedelic. The drug had to seem real, produce touchable hallucinations. They’d fuse things known with those undiscovered. Paradox’s origin was born.
Black gods and bronze goddesses were auditioned and cast, future deities reared from youth. A holy book was crafted, golden rules to obey. Ivan would comfort them with Western values, ruling them with an Eastern fist.
Cashing in on his own American dream, he met a woman, got married, and had a son. Raymond Freedmen would be an heir to a powerful legacy. If everything worked out, one day, the boy would control heaven itself. At least, the one Ivan Freedmen created.
*****
1970
Ivan returned to Aionios. Flown in on a hydroplane, the glorious island looked as breathtaking as the day he left it. He arrived on the island’s northern side, floating ahead with his armed security team. It was eerily quiet.
Captain Freedmen was a different man. Stepping on the white sands, he wore patent leather shoes, a suit, tie and dark sunglasses. He cringed, noticing a change to the island as well.
A fence appeared at the tree line, an exact opposite of a welcome mat. It spanned the entire distance. With no way to contact the crew in his absence, he relied upon Mr. Udom to lead. He wondered if that was a mistake.
Touching the front gate, he yelped in electric shock. “What the fuck is this? I ordered no fences!” he shouted. With no way to get in, he unleashed a sidearm. Aiming it towards the gate, he fired at a control panel. Sparks flew. Another bullet followed, unleashing another electrical shower. The mechanical gate rose.
The team entered the jungle. After a minute of aimless walking, a man came running towards them. He was paranoid, aiming his AK-47 at Ivan’s group. With no thought, the trigger-happy man fired aimlessly at them. Captain Freedmen aimed his gun, though his security team beat him to it. Ten bullets were fired, each one hit its mark.
Another man came running, shouting. The Russian accent was familiar to Ivan, though his men took aim anyway. “Hold fire!” Ivan shouted.
Vladimir Udom arrived. He checked the injured soldier’s pulse. “He’s dead.”
“Comrade? Is that you?” Ivan asked, peering at his friend's worn face.
Mr. Udom greeted his superior with a dark stare. He saluted in a bitter manner. “Captain Fedrov. Welcome back to your utopia.”
*****
Comrade Udom led the way through the woods, heading to the east side. He took them to a cleared area first. Along the trip, Captain Freedmen asked questions. “Why are there fences? I ordered a boardwalk pathway built...where is it? Why did my own man try to shoot me?”
Walking void of purpose, Udom said in a flat tone, “See for yourself.” He knelt down in the open patch of woods. Digging at grassy dirt with his hands, he unveiled the answer.
Ivan cringed, recognizing a lifeless comrade. The man’s throat was removed, eyes gone, flesh gnawed. Next to him was a black laborer. The body next to him was a female slave. The next one had no face. Unleashing more dirt, piles of bones appeared. It was a sampling of a mass grave, which would grow through the years.
“What the hell happened?” Ivan asked.
Mr. Udom stood, staring the captain down. “You remember the swine?”
“What?”
“Those high-pitched screams...you said were
wild swine.”
After a moment of thought, Ivan answered, “Yeah.”
“They’re not swine,” Mr. Udom said in sickness.
“Did you deal with them?”
“They dealt with us.”
“You mean...they’re still out there?”
“They’re contained to the west side.”
“Tell me what happened!”
Udom paused in silence. Not speaking a word, his mind flashed-back in horror. He recalled the first deep woods hunt. The soldiers had crept through the forest. Vladimir discovered his man face down in the woods. Turning him over, a worm-eaten skull stared back. It was the moment of native discovery. From then on, peace was unknown.
High-pitched screeches suddenly sounded. Red-faced cannibals ascended from ashy pits in the ground. The chasms were age-old scars of a porous volcanic island. The squad was tackled from behind. Stripped of their weapons by sharp teeth, each man became a meal. Comrade Udom fought with every ounce of strength, grasping his weapon. He wrestled a clay-covered savage, rolling around the forest floor.
His comrades’ cries contrasted the natives’ loud slurps. Mr. Udom strong-armed the AK-47 into the savage’s chest. Releasing a hail of gunfire, he tore through the hungry enemy.
Tossing the body off him, he got a clear view of the damage. The remnants of his comrades flopped around like fish flung from water. Stained with uncontrollable fear, he took flight.
Years past, attacks continued. Such evasive enemies were impossible to hunt. Appearing from the shadows, they had an invincible air. Work was rushed, all manpower sent to the fence and power supply. It was completed in desperate speed. Though much of the labor force was sacrificed in the process.
Afterwards, the survivors were pushed harder, forced to complete the commune and rock temple. More died from collapse. With food running short, the soldiers had to venture outward. They were picked off slowly.
Udom’s mind returned to the present moment. He stared at Ivan the entire time, though his mouth remained silent. The dispirited man just walked on, heading to the east side cliffs.
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