Time Eternal

Time Eternal


Dozing to the hypnotic mechanical hum of the twin-engined Piper, I drifted back to the erotic memories of the previous night and the voluptuous chocolate Chiquita with whom I had the good fortune of spending the warm tropical night with. Soft and willing, she had eagerly coaxed my life giving essence into her delicious depths on several lust driven occasions. Her lovemaking skills rivaled those of the most experienced professional with a youthful insatiability that drained my throbbing gonads that had been idle for several months. I should like to encounter her again upon my return from the photographic expedition I had joined with several of my colleagues to clarify the distinction between my fantasy and reality.

Suddenly, the aircraft veered violently to the left as the port engine screeched to an ominous halt. Survival mode kicked in midst the incoherent chatter from the two men in the cockpit just before the wings clipped several tree tops and we spun uncontrollably amidst a sickening screech of tearing metal as the rapid transition between horizon and forest spun past my window. Then, with a final deafening explosion, only silence. The starboard wing burst into flame first, and I tumbled out onto a leafy parapet through the ruptured fuselage just before the main fuel tank ignited and the resulting explosion threw me against a decaying stump into darkness.

Sometime later, I awoke to a setting sun and a dry forest of scrawny flora alive with forest creatures scurrying nearby. The hulk of the aircraft still smoldered with acrid black smoke that made breathing almost impossible. A quick survey revealed a badly lacerated leg, sore ribs and one eye swollen shut, but enough adrenaline to pull myself further away from the carnage behind a slight knoll downwind. Ripping away my torn pant leg, I made a haphazard bandage around my bleeding calf before darkness overwhelmed me once again. Fading in and out of consciousness, I relived the crash and wondered if any of my comrades had survived. As I pondered my fate, there was a sharp stinging sensation in my genitals. Raising my torso slightly, I encountered a large green serpent with its fangs buried in my gonads. With all my remaining strength I tried to pull it away. My scream was barely audible as I fell exhausted onto my back heavily, staring at the darkening sky overwhelmed by my apparent impending mortality. My obituary would be a killer.

Suddenly a dark silhouette appeared above me with a pair of the most perfect tits ever created. She pushed the reptile away, pulled me gently into a sitting position and deftly hoisted me over her shoulder before turning towards the depths of the forest. Effortlessly she jogged through an obscure winding trail as the remaining contents in my stomach churned in protest, finally taking flight in a gut draining spew. After a seemingly endless distance, we finally emerged from the thick growth into a clearing with several unearthly camouflaged domes positioned in a tight circle. Around the encampment were several topless Amazons. Adorned only with shimmering loincloths, they rushed to us and gently eased me from my rescuers shoulder and carried me into one of the structures. I was laid onto a small cot and orders were issued in a strange dialect. My clothes were quickly removed and exotic leaves were laid over my wounds. A small fragrant bowl was placed close to my nose and after a few whiffs of the vapor, I felt painless sleep overwhelm my stirring curiosity.

Several days passed before I awakened judging from the stubble on my face. As I stirred back into the land of the living, my head felt like it had encountered the business end of a Louisville Slugger, my chest advised me a deep breath was out of the question, my bound leg throbbed continually and my gonads had swollen to twice their normal size. My rescuer gazed fondly at my now relentless erection as I stared at her perfect tits supporting her large, erect nipples. A second beautifully sculptured Amazon stepped through the door and paused to study my erection briefly with a smile. Easily over six feet tall, she was beautifully proportioned with shoulder length black silky hair and dark “bedroom” eyes. Her full kissable lips and firm, suckable breasts begged for the attentions of a virile male. Despite my impairments, my libido kicked into overdrive. The first Amazon, upon seeing my arousal, rose and easily straddled the cot as her loincloth vanished to reveal a hairless set of of puffy labia crowned with a circle of fleshy prehensile teeth! I screamed as she slowly descended onto my engorged organ with a sadistic smile.

As the dripping toothy snatch slowly engulfed me, I could feel the teeth slowly scoring the sensitive flesh along the length of my shaft. Again I shrieked at my impending emasculation as my captor threw her head back and laughed viciously; her vagina clamping down spasmodically forcing the sharp teeth deep into my sensitive flesh. Gritting my teeth from the pain, I bid a final farewell to my beloved package when a brilliant beam of light suddenly filled the room. My castrix screamed and leapt from the cot, tearing strips of flesh from my cock as she bolted through the opening and fled into the forest. Suddenly, I was flat on my back on the forest floor, the structures and their cock eating occupants had somehow vanished. Somehow, I remained conscious despite the agonizing pain in my groin as a tall figure with a long white gown stood over me and extended its hand. I gripped it firmly but was unable to stand.

The shimmering figure touched my temple with his other hand, and everything I had been through raced through my consciousness. I then witnessed the demise of my companions, the fruitless search for the downed aircraft, and the reluctant officials suspending the search. I experienced the Amazon world, where men with tiny genitals were forced to mate with their beautiful yet deadly counterparts now desperate to procreate with the number of virile “male seeders” dwindling. Finally, I gazed into the minds of my rescuers; a collaboration of different Alien species devoted to planetary sovereignty devoid of alien intervention. With a mosaic of our short history replayed with sounds and images, I learned my species would soon join the multitudes of now extinct cosmic life forms that had inevitably succumbed to their greed and shortsightedness. My “time-line” had ended in the crash and my survival had been extended only through the intercession of the Amazons. With an information overload, I tumbled into unconsciousness with a monumental headache.

Sometime later, I awoke on the same knoll that had offered me some protection from the smoldering aircraft earlier. Thankfully my erection had subsided and my genitals were now just a mass of clotted blood. Being left to soon join my fallen companions intact was strangely merciful compared to a front row seat to the end of the world anywhere else. I watched the birds take flight overhead, and basked in the warmth of the midday sun as the jungle seethed with life about me. As my life began to fade, I could think of very few places I’d rather spend my final moments than in the company of my departed colleagues. Nearby, I heard a high pitched squeal accompanied by the sounds of shuffling feet and braced for my demise.

Midst the fragrant aroma of jasmine and fresh ocean air, I slowly awoke to the vision of an angelic face filled with concern. The nurse studied my face anxiously until my weak smile broke the tension and she withdrew replaced immediately by Carl’s weathered face – Carl was a member of the flight crew I had seen burn in the plane crash. He spoke with a brash growl most would find intimidating.

“Hey stud, how ya doin?”

“Geez Carl, damn good to see you – how’s the rest of the team?”

“Out fumblin in the jungle; reckon they be coming back tomorrow. I stayed behind to keep an eye on you and partake in the local poontang. Damn near lost ya, old buddy – that bitch you were smitten with done dumped you in a scalding can of whoop ass. Good thing I was next door to hear you screamin’. Doc says you’ll be OK – probably shoot blanks though.”

“How long. . .”

“About a week come tomorrow. Everything’s cool though, just kick back and don’t worry about a thing. I’ll check in a little later, gotta hot nympho clawing the table down at the corner cantina.” He winked and disappeared as the nurse returned.

“You be OK, gringo,” the nurse murmured unsure of her words. “Dr. fix rib and leg, but not sure peepee work;” she blushed slightly highlighting her sensuous neckline and delicate features.