1. Native Claim


    Date: 9/29/2016, Categories: Dark Fantasy, Cannibalism, Girls / Female, Author: ninja5, Rating: 73.3, Source: sexstories.com

    of procession. Jillian tried to smile back at them as Billings rudely pulled her along. After a few minutes of being pulled off balance with every step Billings took Jillian finally protested. “Mr Billings, please, you’re hurting me.” Billings seemed to slacken his grip a little and finally let go. Jillian rubbed her wrist as he released her, her pale skin was red from the friction. “I’m… I’m sorry.” He said as if under internal protest from an aspect of his personality. “Just try not to get in the way.” Though the walk up the beach had taxed him, now Billings was under the power of his determination. The Natives walked ahead chattering amongst themselves. As the path opened up the light of a clearing marked the end of the path they had taken from the beach. As Billings and Jillian followed the progression back into the village its inhabitants all looked at Jillian with wonder. The women sat around straw huts making textiles out of vines and fronds. A teenage boy was ponding open coconuts with a heavy wooden tool, collecting the coconut water. The men had blowguns and pouches of darts as if they were preparing to hunt. In the centre was a grand fire pit and a clay large oven by its side. Jillian smiled back at them with her new found celebrity. The native who had been so vocal stood addressing the village. “English-Apex”, he rubbed his belly. Excitement broke out. Jillian smiled back at them as Billings tried to remind the vocal native that they were to meet the chief. As ...
    the surrounding natives cheered on the verge of celebration, Jillian rubbed her belly in greeting. The natives became more excited and laughter came. They were so peaceful and innocent of all the trappings of Jillian’s home that she fell under their spell instantly. A few feet to her side Billings was yelling ‘Chief’ over and over again. As almost celebratory dance broke out and members of the island tribe called out in joy and serious figure walked out from a hut and the commotion. His stride was not that of the islanders, it had a western quality to it. Similarly though obviously native to the island he wore Western clothes. They were old and dirty. He looked at Jillian and the mounting annoyance of Billings as he yelled ‘chief’ over and over again slowly losing all trace of manners. Jillian’s smile faded slightly and he bee-lined for Jillian and Billings. As he approached there was no mistaking he had learned cautious eyes as he looked at Billings. Having seen her from a distance he did not inspect Jillian like the other islanders had. He raised his head superiorly and spoke in a clear deep voice. “Good day to you Sir.” He spoke English without trace of an accent, that is to say it was almost Boston’s, or a generic English accent. Billings did a double take and eyed the native. He was taller than most of the Islander natives and his t-shirt bore the emblem of St Pauls Missionary, as too did his baseball cap. “English-Apex”, the vocal native sounded to the one wearing the ...
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