When reports of vanishings out in the open seas started cropping up in earnest, naval assets were dispatched to investigate. While some of those disappearances were thought to be attributed to pirates, a large portion centered around a sphere of influence. And after a backbreaking amount of work scouting, backtracking and compiling information from port handlers, a workable region of the seas were pinpointed as the possible cause for all the hands lost at sea.

Previous encounters had given ample reason for expeditions to prepare for large scale assaults and surprise attacks, thinking they were up against a hub for experienced pirates to gather and operate from. So when the ships charged with locating this rumored den were dispatched, they did so armed to the teeth with cannons, ballistas and arms fashioned in the forges of one of the world's finest smiths.

It didn't help that in all the preparation, no one had thought to refine the controls of this small fleet of refitted ships, making them slow, bulky and incredibly heavy.

Maybe it would've been enough to help get the unfortunate souls on board through the sudden storm that battered them hours after leaving port in the dead of night with hopeful hearts. But at this point, it was all just wishful thinking.

Rocked hard by the raging waves of an ocean that had suddenly turned feral at their presence, the fleet of five stood no chance in the face of mother nature's wrath, large blocky warships smashing into each other, taking on water from breaches and suffering further damage as heavy equipment shifts and smashes through the walls and floors, tossed and sent flying by the force of the roiling waves beating the ships like a drum.

By the time it was over and the last mast droops beneath the foaming water, only debris light enough to remain floating dots the surface, bobbing along to a mysterious force that draws the newly wrecked ships into a massive graveyard dotting the shores of an unknown island. Acting like an imposing gateway of sorts to a pristine haven untouched by the folly of man; lustrous sands glimmering in the moonlight peering through the rapidly fading storm, lush forests ripe with fruits in the backdrop and air so fresh it felt rejuvenating just being there, taking in the sights and sounds of calm water once again lapping at the rocky beach.

But amongst the wreckage, two humanoid figures, hands held over each other in an effort to stay together and not slip free to a colder embrace beneath the seas, float to shore, coughing and hacking as they part ways, rising shakily to their feet before falling to their knees, clearly exhausted from their near death experience and in no condition to keep moving, especially with the chill of the night air settling into their soggy clothes, beginning to freeze them down to their bones. If nothing was done, then their efforts to survive would all be for naught.

As all but one of the two men continue to struggle in vain towards the damp pieces of twisted ship that would serve no good as firewood, sleek silhouettes shrouded in the shadows begin to exit the nearby forest, bounding over the sands with practiced steps that leave no trace and sound. Some were diminutive in height while others were of an average build with a few towering a head higher over the others, but all were barely clothed in anything at all save for rags sewn together from nature's bounty dotted with unusual patterns and symbols, wielding sharpened spears and sturdy longbows in steady hands. Members of a tribe native to the island rushing to investigate the disturbance they could sense in the air.

But amongst the group of 4, there were no men in sight. An all female party eyeing the two Englishmen with mixed looks of curiosity and mischief, conversing with each other in a strange tongue that leaves the sole conscious member of the surviving duo dumbfounded and afraid, no doubt wondering if his panic stricken mind and adrenaline fueled heart were making him see things, gawking at the women bickering amongst themselves, shooting him sidelong glances on occasion with looks that suggested they were just as confused and intrigued as he was , but he didn't dare move a muscle after catching sight of the glinting edges of their wicked spears and equally sharp arrowheads already nocked and ready to fire, even as they spoke with cheerful smiles on their faces. And from the strong layers of muscle bulging across their deceptively buxom bodies, there was no doubt in his mind that he stood no chance in overpowering all of them.

Though from the silence that had befallen the group alongside the less than subtle smiles sent his way, it seemed the tribal women had come to a conclusion on what to do with this stringy pale man from another land.

Not giving him a chance to protest, the strong ladies overpower the weakened sailor, two of them moving to strip him down while holding his trembling limbs in place, one positioning herself right by his bewildered face rummaging through her pouch and the fourth; a certifiable giantess that was no doubt the alpha of the group, plants her pillar like feet on both sides of the still struggling man, undoing her ragged loincloth to reveal an unshaven but well kempt bush of pubes crowning the top of a juicy snatch, wasting no time in dropping her entire weight over the comparatively tiny man’s poor waist, definitely breaking something as her solid butt comes crashing down, swallowing the erect pecker that had long since kicked into action at the sight of the immodestly dressed women, forcing an ecstatic cry of pleasure out of her wanton mouth, noises the man could clearly understand in that universal language every culture shared; sex.

And while she rode his mast, her kin tended to them both, massaging and rubbing their bodies against him, sharing their pleasant warmth all while splitting their affection equally with their leader, caressing the innermost portion of her bone crushing thighs with mischievous digits that prick and pull at the dark folds of her dripping privates, further provoking her ire and stoking the flames of lust burning deep within her belly, interrupting furious cries with pleasured screams and throaty moans. For the fiercest looking of the group, it would also seem she was the easiest to break under the mind-blowing pleasures of coital bliss.

The man wasn't even sure if he was alive anymore, no longer afraid of harm or worried for his fellow crewmate. The events of this strange night were far too surreal. One moment he was fighting for his very survival against the crashing waves of a supernatural storm and the next, he was shivering on strange shores, about to freeze to death before illiterate women surround and rape him. Not like he minded the last bit. Abit of a loser back in the mainland, this was the first time he had ever felt the embrace of another warm body, and 4 bodacious ones to boot. To him, this was absolute bliss.

And to top it all off, the fourth was busying herself feeding something warm and succulent down the man's throat. Not through a spoon but with her own mouth as the delivery method, pouring the bright colored paste into her oral cavity before enveloping him in a deep, loving kiss, passing on the enriching food in highly erotic fashion. But unbeknownst to the foolish man who had definitely not learnt to sleep around lest he regret it, the very act of swallowing the unknown paste would be the key that seals his fate forever, blissfully ignorant to the way his lips slowly begin plumping up around his lover's, soon matching and then exceeding hers in luster as the broad bridge of his nose snaps into a cute slope between flea-bitten lashes that smoothen out into long sleek lashes framing gentle half opened eyes, and within them laid deep blue pearls subsuming ordinary charcoal brown. Completing the colonization of the Englishman's face into that of another gorgeous tribeswoman, topped off with a smooth waxen surface of cocoa brown skin blotting out his pasty, hair infested hide. Replacing the stench of a sea dog with the aroma of a woman of the wild who knew how to keep herself clean. Moaning gently into his feeders mouth all while continuing to entertain the others, squeezing their teats while a pair of his own begins to emerge from hardened muscle, reciprocating eager thrusts all while his manhood continues to shrink, ballsacks soon giving way to empty skin that meshes together to form the plump salacious opening to what would be a tight pussy in just a few more seconds as juices no man should be able to produce begin leaking out from between the plump lips of a functional labia.

Giving the man some time to breathe as she goes for another refill, the euphoric man has a slight window to notice the severe changed that had afflicted his body; increased musculature, curvier limbs, a pert set of delectable chocolate flavored mammaries tipped with fat pink nipples, a tight and toned belly leading down to a new crown of pubes kissing those of his partner who seemed to be slowing down by the second, not because of exhaustion but because there was nothing there to fill her insides with, giving him the greatest shock as she finally departs with a sigh, happy with her filled stomach while leaving him with nothing but a cum soaked nub of nerves twitching in the steamy aftermath and the puckered lips of a newly formed vagina, eagerly releasing spurts of sweet translucent nectar down on the sands between firm and supple thighs, connecting nicely to his, or rather, her now broadened hips and cinched in waistline.

Before she could kick and scream however, her second lovers mouth reconnects with her opened one midway through the process of doing so, letting out a choked and muffled cry that sounded just as melodious as the rest of her newfound family, unwittingly swallowing more or the tainted food that roils and stings the walls of her delicate throat, inciting feelings of lust and a hunger not for food, but more of the sensational feelings beginning to build up strength throughout her body, focusing on her new erogenous zones behind her aching nipples, beneath her tummy and the skin coating her heart shaped backside sporting asscheeks the size of melons, round orbs stained with sand and slamming weakly into the ground as her protestations soon give way to lustful begging, rubbing her sweat slick body against her attendants and bucking her hips in tune to the alpha's payback, giggling as she cradles the former Englishman's lovely head while flicking at her snatch with expert fingers, forcing her to undergo her best and first orgasm on the feminine side of things. Thrusting her hips, spreading her legs and crying out as her feeder finally pulls away in time for her frayed crop of blonde hair to explode outwards in a mesmerizing wave of ebony silk, cascading down and around her voluptuous figure twitching in the throes of orgasmic heaven.

She couldn't think, nor could she be bothered to move, lying limp in her sisters arms as they drag the newborn tribal woman into a sitting position, dabbing her body in oils, painted marks on her rosy cheeks, braiding the hair across her fringe into a noble wreath, cleaned her dripping loins, draped her nubile young body in symbolic clothing made from caterpillar silk and grass fibers while decking the rest of her body in ornate accessories. An empty doll waiting for her equally empty mind to find itself once more, sitting on the now silent shores as her sisters depart in joy and excitement, leaving the bare minimum necessary for her to make her way back to their village in the heart of the overgrown jungle.

But not before carrying out her first conversion, one many members of the tribe would never be able to perform in their lifetime thanks to the scarcity of new arrivals to the island. And as all traces of the man she once was finish trickling out of her in wanderlust specks of dust that fade in the rays of a coming dawn, her dull blue eyes begin to fill with life, purpose and ancestral knowledge of a long forgotten civilization she was now a part of in both body and soul.

Rising to her feet, the buxom woman with no name looks around the beach and at the items placed by her side; a spear, a collar and a bowl of the sweet paste that had given birth to her…

And looking down at her other side to the sloping beachfront, her eyes could make out the figure of a foreigner dressed in clothes she no longer held any familiarity with, cocking her head to the side as her curious eyes give him a one over, inspecting his chiseled frame, suffocating clothes and a handsome face framed by a bob cut fringe and tiny ponytail at the rear…traits that told her he would make an excellent convert…and maybe a wife to claim as her own~

Setting to work, she drags the man to her resting place, laying him down before taking off his clothes and wincing at his deathly cold pallor, if left alone any longer he would die to hypothermia, but without dry wood to start a fire with and the jungle too far off, the survivalist strip's down to the nude before laying down gingerly over the man's wider and taller frame, wrapping her powerful arms around his and saddling her groin against his flaccid cock, yelping a little as it springs to life, nudging against her aching tummy as if it could tell a fertile woman was close at hand, ready to be impregnated.

But while she couldn't bear a child like that in any ordinary means a regular woman would, that didn't mean she wasn't eager to try her hand at sex. And so, with trembling hands unfurling her loincloth and chestwrap alongside her accessories, the adventurous woman eases herself closer to her partner, nudging her naughty bits against the unconscious man's own until eventually, the tip of the erect pecker kisses her lips, prods last her folds and finally pushes onward into a tight cocksleeve fit for a king, stifling her innocent moans as she closes her eyes, feeling a sudden wave of fatigue washing over her mind and body, fainting with her man's dick nestled deep inside her…

-A FEW HOURS LATER-

There were cheers, a triumphant speech, the banging of boots against tempered wood, panicked yells…and then the jovial mood was gone, blown away by the sudden arrival of a massive storm that capsized all the ships in this short lived anti piracy fleet.

The last thing on Pendleton's mind before his vision faded was relief and fear. Relief at having survived the wreck alongside his ship's navigator but fearing where they had made landfall. If it was the pirate hub then there wasn't time for relaxing, pushing himself to keep moving despite the exhaustion of fighting through what felt like hours of being tossed around in monstrous waves.

Try as he might to remain awake and get a fire going to warm his deathly cold body however, Pendleton could not hold on, slumping into a heap facedown in the sand, watching as the navigator struggled on past him. That had been his last clear memory.

But instead of the cold embrace of death as he slowly awakens and feeling returns to him, he could sense his skin prickling under the relaxing warmth of the sun and…the embrace of another body wrapping around his own?

That had his military training instincts kicking in, struggling out from underneath the stranger and sending a strong kick their way, feeling his rough feet connect with tender hide alongside the pained cries of a young woman, haggard eyes widening at the sight of an exotic lady in the nude hugging her belly with a look of mild annoyance on her face and there barely being a bruise to mark Pendleton's strong attack, drawing his attention to the splurt of white staining the inner portions of her dark, shimmering legs, realizing the implications after noticing that he too was stark naked.

He was furious to realize he had been essentially raped in his sleep. Made even more irate once he sees his rapist turn her back to him like it was nothing, wiping up the excess down below as casually as one sipped at a cup of tea. Picking up a broken plank with a wicked edge, the man, consumed with blind rage, seemed intent on teaching this uncultured swine a lesson. Unlike the navigator who was a free thinking man, Pendleton was a man of the cloth, believing that the act of union between a man and woman was a sacred thing, not meant to be indulged in to satisfy temporary carnal urges. To rob him of his purity before he even found a mate to call his own was heretical and worth an execution in his eyes. Sneaking silently up to her as he watches the simple minded thing dump an entire bowl of strange paste into her mouth, not giving him notice at all. Even better.

Because out here on a godforsaken island? No one would bat an eye to murder…

But before he could swing the dangerous makeshift weapon, Pendleton’s mysterious assailant whips around in a blur, moving so fast the only thing he could make out was the dark luster of the her wild mane before feeling warm wet lips plaster themselves over his alongside a strong aromatic scent overpowering his nostrils. With that temporary hole in his guard, the deceptively strong woman relieves him of his weapon with a strong bat of a dainty hand, locking legs to prevent while grabbing ahold of his flailing wrists.

Within a second flat, the tables were turned with Pendleton being helpless to resist the advances of his assailant, doing his best to fight back however he could; biting on her tongue with his teeth, elbowing her head, even kneeing her belly. But all his meager attacks just seemed to bounce off of her, leaving no bruises as the lax tribal continues to pour her load down Pendleton’s throat, uncaring of the animosity he held against her with her mind more focused on the changes she could already see spreading out from Pendleton’s pudgy lips, filling gaunt cheeks with tender meat while compacting his wide set face into a sleek gorgeous visage, losing all trace of it’s Briton heritage in place for the same slant eyes and tiny nostrils adorning the face of the triumphant islander. Spurring her advances as the arms she held begin to weaken, losing rigidity in place of graceful curves resulting from the harmonious fusion between powerful muscle and supple flesh. Encased in skin that was rapidly taking on the same cocoa brown coloration she took pride in, rubbing and kneading at her soon to be wife's silky smooth wrists in anticipation, leering at the subtle pale undertone of amazingly soft yet firm palms tapering off into five dainty digits on each hand. All while the man’s reserved ponytail extends into a long flowing tail composed of silken strands that were just as luxurious as her own.

Pendelton however, was not enjoying the chilling sensation of having his body drained of its masculinity and strength, yelling and struggling in panic and righteous anger the instant his eyes catch sight of his callused hands; hands forged in the heat of many a battle, wash away into waifish limbs connected to slim shoulders and coated in sweat slick, oily brown hide free of body hair and scarring. Realizing just what was happening to him as more of the hot fluid entered his body from his unrelenting attacker's mouth. Pressing her advantage further by adding pleasure to the mix, surprising him from how sensitive his new skin was; inciting sparks that speed through his body before building up charge in key areas like his rapidly sagging chest, a bloated and swollen bubble butt pumped full of firm meat beneath a gentle arcing spine that lended extra emphasis to it and a hairy slope between gradually spreading legs connected to a flaccid member that had become a shadow of its former self, flopping down lifelessly and gradually shrinking back up inside a disturbing sight of melting flesh reforming into the beginnings of a fleshy pair of lips and a blanket of moist flesh. The virgin pussy of another tribal woman taking shape from Pendleton’s rugged form, birthing the curvaceous yet powerful figure signature to the all-female tribe inhabiting the island, replenishing their number from ill fated wanderers or misguided fools who would inevitably find their way here.

With his dick left as nothing more than a throbbing clit between strong, albeit feminine legs and a soft lane of pubes to mark their advent atop a heated navel bereft of its bulging pecs in place of womanly definition and a sexy belly button, Pendleton’s physical transformation into yet another sister was complete, but with it came their benefits, and with her newfound strength, overpowering her once dominant foe was as easy as stealing candy from a babe, wrestling herself free with a throaty yell and a bridge of saliva hanging between them. Her voice sounded nothing like her lost commanding baritone, blushing at the sound of it and the new sensations of the air around her molesting her naked form. She could feel the heft of her breasts that were far larger than the equally beautiful pair pressed up against them, tipped with sensitive nips that constantly felt on edge, as if invisible fingers had a firm grip around them. The lick of a disembodied tongue across her heated navel, the trickle of sweat cooling as they slide down in beads across her curvaceous body, pooling in her cleavage, running off her hairy vagina and tracing the contours of her strong legs.

Despite her window to break free however, Pendleton makes no such move, instead remaining still, staring deep into the eyes of the woman she hated…or at least, was supposed to hate, because the longer she stared, the more she felt the fire burning within her mind fade away alongside the reasons she held onto that anger. Anger and confusion as the English language fades from memory alongside her entire life from a farmboy to proud navy man are doused by cool fluttery feelings of love and yearning, fueled by new ways of thinking and a simple archaic lifestyle being funneled into her brain to replace what was rapidly being lost of the religious Englishman whose name slips free from memory as do the rest of her past life does, just as her red eyes fade into vapid empty irises, staring emotionlessly with small mouth agape, drooling at the sight of the delicious woman before her.

Knowing her wife was finally taking control of her new body, the overjoyed woman lands a small peck on her lips before  slipping free of the former Pendleton’s grip to rummage through her belongings to return with some tools and a shimmering collar; a sign of everlasting love in her….their culture. But before she puts it on however, the islander begins to oil her partner’s body up in addition to painting similar markings on her warm cheeks to set the finishing touches. Apparently satisfied, she discards the tools and fingers the lips of her betrothed before raising the collar up to Pendleton’s shapely neck…

Within the new woman’s mind, negative emotions swirl around the blank persona sitting alone in the dark. She felt unsure, scared, angry even, as if she had one last chance to fix something that had gone wrong. But when the soothing embrace of her collar makes itself firmly known on the skin of her slim, shapely neck, Paya’s mind sharpens in an instant, clearing itself of any lingering doubts and accepting Fai’s embrace as her neck cranes forward to draw her in for a kiss, groping, squeezing and pressing against all of her feel good sports as if she had known them for a long time now. Earning those sweet, sweet moans and sighs Fai always released for her loving wife when Paya’s dexterous hands worked their magic on her needy body, tongue lolling, face contorted into a look of pure bliss. It was everything Paya remembered in that freshly molded brain of hers, and with Fai’s twitching hands caressing her sensitive back, she couldn’t help but add her own voice to her lover’s sweet cries, panting and moaning in perfect sync. Whispering sweet words in her new mother tongue down Fai’s tingling ears, loving the way she arches her neck skyward in response to her enthralling line delivery. Unable to wait a second longer, Paya flips her leg out under Fai, sending the giggly maiden tumbling to the sands below, joined by a voracious Paya wasting no time in planting her head between her wife’s legs, serpentine tongue flicking and drilling away into her spurting snatch…

While the newly wedded couple continued to indulge in each other, word would soon spread of the fleet’s failure to return, sparking a flurry of discussion and mixed feelings on the wasted resources. Some would urge for a renewed response; a stronger fleet of ships, more men, more weapons. Others would propose blockading the region of the sea where all these misfortunes were occurring, fearing this was no ordinary act committed by simpleminded hoodlums and pirates. Either way however, Fai and Paya would forever remain a loving duo, uncaring of the world around them as they integrated themselves nicely amongst the people they now knew wholeheartedly to be their friends and family…

THE END