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The Tribal Amulet 1-4
by Anonymous
[AN: I had originally posted these chapters at cyoc.net, but no one else would contribute to my story... I started a wiki to cross post it here, but I realized since what I already wrote was a bit long, I wanted editors to focus on the continuation of the story ... So if you liked this, YOU write what happens next in the wiki!]I: Away from it all
You step out of the taxi and into the sun. The tropical breeze embraces you as you survey the sandy beaches of the resort.
You originally had planned to go here with your girlfriend, but a week before the trip, completely out of the blue, she had hooked up with some guy named Brent.
You clench your fist that's holding a suitcase in anger as you think about Brent. What a jerk. He thinks he's all that just cuz he's got all those huge muscles. You have a slim build that is nothing in comparison to his, but you don't realize that what drove your girlfriend to ditch you was the fact that you're a huge jackass.
But forget about her. Here you've got the sun, the sand, and the sea, and there's plenty of hot chicks that you could probably fuck.
Looking around, you see a cute brunette at a souvenir stand and you immediately decide to head over there to try your best moves on her. After all, you'll probably never see her again in your life, so you've got nothing to lose.
At the stand, you watch her for a few moments until you've finally got her attention. With a practiced cocky grin, you pick up a ceramic piece of art and toss it up in the air when the salesman isn't watching. You deftly catch it on the back of your hand and jettison it up again. You then look into her eyes and your heart sinks- she's giving you an annoyed look in her eyes.
You hear a crash. Your heart sinks even further. You look at the shattered mess and then at the angry salesman. The brunette gives a laugh and walks away.
You end up having to pay 30 bucks for the worthless piece of crap that no one was going to buy anyways. Feeling gipped, you decide to swipe something in return. You spy a leaf-shaped amulet on a rawhide necklace. You check to see that the salesman isn't watching and then pocket the amulet.
Feeling smug, you walk away. Little do you know that as revenge, the salesman had activated the leaf-shaped amulet to compell you to take it with you.
And now, you are under his hoodoo spell.
II: It calls
You wake up, drenched in sweat. It's night, and all you're wearing is a pair of board shorts and the leaf amulet. For some strange reason, you just had to try it before going to bed.
Your pale skin glows in the moonlight dimmed by purple clouds. You get up and look out the window of your hotel room.
Then you hear them.
Drums. Dozens of them. Faint, high-pitched, and almost like the hum of bees. In fact you wonder why you can tell that the sound is of drums, but that doesn't matter now. You have to find the source.
In a rush, you go out your room and into the hotel lobby. There's a pair of chicks talking and they point and giggle at your nakedness. But you have no time for that now. You have to find the source of that sound.
You follow the drums into the edge of the forest. Ignoring the pain of the rocks and branches on your bare feet, you finger the amulet as your follow the faint sound of the drums.
After what seems to be hours, the drums are loud and seem to be all around you. You keep on going forward until you find a clearing.
Then you pass out....
You wake up. You find yourself tied down by twine and prone. You try to push yourself up but the twine has rendered you effectively immobile. You gasp and look around in terror.
Your body has been tied down to a rectangluar slab of what seems to be smooth black lava rock. You look around and see straw huts. But your eyes must be fooling you. These huts seem to be only two feet tall. That's impossible. Only a Barbie or Ken doll could possibly fit in one of those. You then hear a ripping sound.
Your boxers! You feel small hands ripping your boxers off your sweaty body! After a few seconds, you feel them finally gone, the wind free to blow on your exposed ass.
You then hear a high-pitched gibberish from a mouth you cannot see. Although you understand that it's not any language you heard before, you somehow understand what the words mean.
"We are ahead of schedlue. It is just morning and our leaf god is almost complete."
You feel the twine release its grip on you and you immediately jump to your feet and look around. You gasp in awe as you find yourself surrounded by three dozen men who are all only a foot tall.
They all have golden hair and skin, muscluar physyques, and are wearing nothing.
In panic you try to run away but you hear one of them continue in that gibberish language.
"HALT!"
You feel the leaf amulet burn against your skin as your whole body freezes.
"Kurg", the voice continues "we know you're afraid, but don't be. Your old life as Jason is over, and you'll enjoy your new life as our god."
You then feel your body forced to walk off the black rock platform and towards a pool of water. You gasp at shock at your own reflection.
III: You discover you fate
You can't believe your own eyes. In the water you see yourself, and your completely naked except for the medalion and a strange golden chain around your balls.
You find strange black obsidian studs all around your body too. Your ears, your nipples, your belly button, and even some on your arms legs and back!
And they all seem to be shaped in such a way that you could inseart pencil shaped objects in a centimeter or so. You try to pull them out but you realize that they are magically bonded to you; they're a part of you now.
You hear one of the men speak to the other.
"Can we go and fuck him now?" You realize in horror what the black studs were for.
"No, not yet. Although we can easilly transform a bodybuilder into a idol with our cum, we can only do finishing touches on someone as normal as this one. We'll need to borrow another tribe's idol. In fact, since 3 tribes owe us favors, we'll start him off with cum from three different idols. We'll surely have the most powerful one on the island then, and have a cum-fountain that can suit all of our ritualistic purposes 10 times over!"
The little man was pointing to your accesorized dick. But what's he talking about? Your dick will be a fountain to them? Are you gonna be some sorta slave/temple to these people?
A pair of the little men blow their horns. The sound goes on for a minute or so. After a while, you start to hear drums approaching from three different directions.
Then they appear. Three more tribes of these little men, each of them dragging along a normal sized human. But these guys are not just normal sized. They're HUGE!
You looked at the first one to arrive. He's completely naked except for a leaf-shaped medalion and a golden accesory on his dick. You looked at the other two and realize that the four of you have all been put through the same process. They even had black studs all across their bodies. The first one had a boyish face, indicating that he's maybe 16 years old. 6'2", his frame has a very well-defined swimmer's build. Somewhat tan, he had brownish eyes that were open wide in a sad and fearful expression. You then noticed his hair. Like his pubic hair and eyebrows, some of the hair on his head was a deep chestnut brown but strangely, some of his hair was also a golden blonde. You could see golden roots beneath some of what must be his originally brown hair.
You then look at the other two. One was 6'5 and the other was 6'10. The first one was built like a quarterback, muscles powerfully flexing and relaxing as he walked, but 6'10 man was incredibly muscled. veins straining and layers upon layers of striated muscle almost bursting out of his skin. Both of them had a deep golden tan, much darker than the first boy, and more stunning than you have ever seen anywhere before. All their hair was a striking golden blond, and their eyes were cyan, as if they were portraits of the sea. Their faces were angular and the epitome of handsome masculinity, with powerful chins and sculpted cheeks. And unlike the boy, whose eyes were full of sadness and fear, these faces held upon themselves an expression of hazy self-contentment and virile agression. But this virile agression was kept in check by some powerful force...
You overhear some chatter from your tribe of little people. Apparently, the first one, Zawa, was the twin brother of the second one, Kanafi. Both of them are about 17 years old, but the second one (who was 6'5"), whose name used to be Jesse, had come to this island first on a vacation with his friends. When after 3 months he didn't return, his twin brother Dale (the 6'2" one) came here with his familly to find him. His tribe had obtained him two weeks ago. And although his body has made plenty of progress, his mind was still weak and unfit for a golden tribal god. And Kappa, who has been here an entire year, should have powerful enough cum to make Dale (Zawa) fully forget his old life and start serving the people of his tribe of little men.
you then hear the words spoken loud and clear: "Kappa, fuck Dale until he gains 10 more pounds of muscle, and you three should then fuck this new man to begin his transformation."
and then it begins....
IV: Dale gets finished off
All three of the golden men had been standing by like soldiers awaiting commands, their entire bodies held perfectly still by the wills of their masters, still except for their massive pecs slowly rising and falling, and the slow swelling of their cocks.
"Kappa, fuck Dale until he gains 10 more pounds of muscle, and you three should then fuck this new man to begin his transformation."
Suddenly, the 6'10" and easily 380 lb behemoth of a tribal idol broke free of his trance. A wry smirk came to his face as he eyed the helpless Dale.
"I'm gonna finish you off, boy!!!!" Kappa roared.
You could see the hunger in his eyes as his 12 inch red bull came to full mast. You could also see the fear in Dale's eyes. Suddenly freed too from his magical immobility, Dale held out his well-defined arms, trying to fend off the muscular brute.
"Don't!" his boyish voice cried as he backed away from the advancing Kappa. Though these past two weeks of being pumped full of semen in his mouth, ass, and obsidian studs have robbed him of much of his mental acuity as he bulked up to become the jock he never was, he still could remember his home, his school, and his friends. He still wanted a chance to go back to his old life, even as he felt a fire coursing through his bulging veins that he never could have imagined before becoming Zawa, golden fountain idol to the tribe of Zadk.
His twin brother Jesse, now Kanafi, quickly became hard as he stood by perfectly still, probably thinking back to when Kappa had last filled him up with his cum.
Kappa quickly scooped Dale by the small of his back and shoved him into the black dirt of the jungle. Before Dale could react, he pushed him over from his knees to a supine position, pinned down with Kappa's massive left hand. Kappa scooped up a bit of mud and smudged a large K across Dale's washboard abs, no doubt marking Dale as his. Back when Kappa still had some brain, he was Sergent Tyler Jackson, stationed in a small base the next island over. Back then, he'd label many of his possessions "JACKSON T," but this K was all he could manage now. But he didn't care. He was about to fuck.
Now, he can be in control of his own muscles and body. Now, he can feel the primal satisfaction of capturing his prey and fucking it to oblivion. Sure, being milked daily by his tribe as a fountain has its perks, but he missed the conquests he had as a black-haired sarge deflowering the local girls. Probably the only thing he missed...
"NOOOOO-MPH" Dale's scream was quickly muffled as Kappa immediately began thrusting his 12-incher past Dale's full lips. With each thrust, Dale's entire body was shaken as Kappa held on to his shoulders, adeptly keeping his balance as he squatted on his massive glutes, thrusting forward with incredible force and flexing his powerful abs. You gazed in awe at how small Kappa's waste seemed compared to his boulder-sized shoulders. You can make out the sound of the golden chains adorning his balls as they crash against Dale's face.
Swish. Swish. Swish. A mighty roar as the sweaty Kappa collapsed unto his knees and elbows and Dale's mouth quickly filled with milky cum that sparkled like nothing you've ever seen before. It dribbled all over his chin and chest, and unto the black soil. A few golden shoots sprout from the ground. But Kappa's not done yet.
He removes his still massive throbbing cock from Dale's mouth and whacks his face a few times with it's heft, laughing as it still leaks all over Dale's face. Dale makes a face as he swallows the just-deposited seed. He quivers in some pain you can't see the cause of.
Kappa quickly flips Dale's writhing body and makes work of his tight muddy ass. This time, as you witness the rhythmic pounding, you start to notice Dale moaning as he gives into the painful pleasure of Kappa's cock and the changes implemented by the semen now in his system.
...
The first thing you notice about Dale is that his tan is deepening to an unbelievable bronze. The blondness is also creeping up from his roots and completely taking over his hair. Same with his pubes and happy trail. You gasp as you notice the stark contrast of his light hairs against his bronze skin. His boyish face starts to define itself with a cleft chin and square jaw.
His grimace slowly turns into a smile even as Kappa's still fucking the living daylights out of him. His back doubles in size as his washboard abs become cobblestones. His pecs reach towards the earth as they form boulders. His legs thicken into tree trunks around the cock that is now nearing 9 inches. His neck builds sinew upon sinew until his head's now dwarfed by the two fenceposts made up by his massive biceps, triceps, and delts. He flexes them in extacy as Kappa gives one last thrust and roars. Dale quickly comes too, in wave after wave as the two behemoths shudder with frightening power. More sprouts arise from the pool of pearly seed as Dale bulks up even further. Dale opens his eyes. They are now as cyan as the other two's.
"Dale feels horny"
The crowd of little men gasp. The leader of Kappa's miniature men clicks his tounge.
"You go too far, as always, Kappa," he says as he strokes his own shaft.
"But that will do. Tribe of Zakh, are you satisfied with the progress our fountain has induced in your Zawa?"
"Of course," the other Zahk chief responds, licking his lips at the now 6'8" and 275 lb tribal diety. "Tribe of Kanafala, I'm sure witnessing this show has stimulated your Kanafi's appetite, no?," gesturing to the full-mast erection of the hungry-looking beast boy formerly known as Dale's twin Jesse.
"Well, then, Kappa," the leader of your own tribe of little men asks, "What was that phrase in your old language that you used to use for a massive exchange of seed?"
"Gangbang," the hardly sated Kappa responds.
"Well then," the chief states. "Let the gangbang of our newest fountain, Kurg, commence!"
You gasp in terror, even as you feel your dick spring to attention.
"Indeed. And we can see that Kappa's already hungry for another go.
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* The Tribal Amulet 1-4
19:34 on 2009-05-13
Awesome, more please!
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* The Tribal Amulet 1-4
15:17 on 2009-06-03
dude please continue this!
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* The Tribal Amulet 1-4
15:49 on 2009-06-05 by Bullbear
Man I keep checking back specifically to see if there's more to this story. Great imagination - I can't wait to see what happens next!
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