Posted by Emily on September 26, 2004 at 21:51:55:
The Way Wanna Went
(my second entry for the worst story competition)
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It was a dorky storied night when “Wanna” was born. Once that happened her fate was sealed, and things kept going from bad to worse until the day she died, which we will soon talk about in great detail.
Wanna was an unusual girl, her people where unusual people, that’s to say they were far dimwitted than any average bunch of dudes you might meet these days., simply because they do not belong to these days.. They lived a rather wild life long ago in what was unjustly referred to as the dark ages.
The dark ages weren’t really that dark after all. Other than Belgium, England and the northern lands afar there were lots of places that were quite sunny , yet those who lived in the sunny places had very bad ideas about those who lived in the not so sunny places and they ended up having very little business to do with each other , except the divinely blessed business of holly wars. At least that kept them busy and helped them develop. But that’s another story.
As for Wanna’s people - the great Wazabanga tribe - they were in a relatively worse position, for they were only a few hundred Polynesians who lived in the small wretched volcanic island of “ Soh-Fah” somewhere in the south pacific. The nearest island to them was 500 miles away, which was -also- a few thousand miles away from anywhere anyone would call home.
So it was rather natural that the great Wazabanga tribe wasn’t really that great. Actually they were much more backward even for what one would expect to find in a dark age.
They were superstitious people who saw every uncommon event as a sign from Booo ( The great grouchy spirit of the volcano). So when a fisher man caught a rather large lobster, it was a sign, and when Wakika the whore gave birth to an ugly boy with two dicks, it was also a sign ( The boy latter grew up to be that famous warrior known as BiZoom the Double Dicker.). . Naturally, when the law of genetics made another freakish twist (you know what they say about the genetic hazards of marrying from the same family ) and a normal dark skinned dark haired Polynesian couple gave birth to a perfectly blond white blue eyed stunningly beautiful little girl, it was considered a sign of enormous proportions.
The father looked at the girl and sighed, the mother looked at the girl and sighed, the priest, who was rather far sighted, looked at the girl and decided it was Booo’s will that she should serve as his apprentice in the temple when she reaches the proper age . He called her “Wanna” (an honest translation of that name is rather impossible, yet , with a great deal of approximation, you can assume it means “the one” , only in a strictly feminine sense).
Wanna’s life was a continuos duel between good and bad luck, in which the latter -as it usually does-showed far more ability to prevail. On the day she was born, her father was chosen as the Captain of the Wazabangan fleet ( which was only one single raft that takes one man to operate) , and so he was sent on the same day on a bold exploration trip from which he never returned. Her mother was compensated for her loss by being allowed to chose any man she would like as a husband, and she did chose the brave bold square shouldered Bololon whom she secretly had her eye on for a while, and was very happily married to him for a whole week until she got that weird sexual disease from him that had no cure the medicine at that time could provide except cutting both of her ears , index fingers and tits in a rather spectacular festival at the end of which she died-as the priest said - from natural causes.. As a result, and in accordance with the tribe’s law, little Wanna spent all her suckling days feeding from the milk of a female ass.
The donkey’s milk seemed to have such a wonderful effect on Wanna, it made her grow as healthy as a horse. Even at the age of 14 she looked like a fully ripe woman. Her firm white breasts have grown into that size and shape that they seemed to be in continuos conflict with whatever cloth she wore to cover them, as well as with each other. Her legs were a good example of Einstein’s view of time : limited but infinitely long. Her waist was based on the same structure of a violin , and the rhythm of her motion was more impressive than any symphony.
Young suitors came from every corner in town (there were only four corners, none of which was more than a few yards away from the town center, but still it was relatively a good thing anyway). For a girl who’d spend most of her childhood with an ass, she was dumb enough not to realize her beauty which made her - in the eyes of the primitive guys of her village- even cuter.
It was natural then, that the Holly priest of Wazabanga , who had witnessed her birth, and prophesied she would be his assistant at the temple, moved to take what was divinely his.
“Wanna” , who was so used to living with the female ass which she regarded - from a spiritual point of view - as her mother and family and also her only source for the only food she was used to (Donkey milk) took the news rather sadly.
“But, Great Holly priest”she said sobbing”does that mean I should abandon my beloved mother ass?”
“Yes, my child, It’s Boo’s will” said the priest, while extending his arm and pointing -rather threateningly-to the Volcano.
“But..but..can`t I visit her from time to time?” she pleaded
“As from today, you can’t leave the temple, you won’t see any one but me” He commanded while gently caressing her blond hair, wondering what divine message do all that yellowness carry, then discarding the thought to focus his eyes on the Godly perfection of her breasts.
“Oh but.. that..that sucks big time!” she protested
“It’s Booo’s will” he repeated, while his blessed hands lustily examined her heavenly assets ”In return, you shall be called Holly Wanna” he added to make the whole thing that much sweeter for her..
“Oh, but my only food was the donkey’s milk . . now great priest how am I supposed to get fed?” she asked what her dumb mind considered a rather brilliant question.
At that point, the priest looked around, made sure the temple was empty, then pulled down his pants.
“Oooooh my Booo!!” said Wanna who had never seen a human dick before” that thing looks similar to those things I fed from on my beloved ass mama’s body? Am I to use it the same way?” she asked, finding a new hope for a source of food in what she saw.
The Priest patted her head, held her chin up and brought her face closer to his loins “Aaah..mmmy chiiild..it’s all Booo’s will”
For a few days, Wanna found her sucking life rather fine. She would clean the temple as shown by the priest ( which involved using her breasts as a broom ) , she would clean his clothes ( which were pure blessed clothes and she couldn’t touch them unless she was totally naked) , and whenever she felt hungry she went to him and pulled down his pants and sucked ( she never knew what other uses where there for the Priests funny organ,for it was funny indeed, and the priest was rather an old man who’s sexual potency could hardly allow him any more pleasures other than a blow job).
Though the Priest’s milk tasted almost as good as Mother Ass’s , yet it was neither as abundant, nor half nourishing. Poor Wanna as a result, was desperately hungry.
For a whole week, hungry Wanna spent the night with her tortured thoughts. She longed for mother ass, but knew she was not supposed to leave the temple, else Almighty Booo would probably get angry in heavens and cast some sort of a bad curse on her or something, yet if she stayed and fed on the old priest’s juices, she’d soon die.
One night, after weighing the idea in her dumb blond dark aged donkey bred Wazabanga tribe cultured mind for a few hours. She decided to sneak during the night and go ask Great Booo himself about what to do.
On her way to the Volcanic mountain she met a young lad who showed real interest in her sadness and insisted to know what was wrong with her. Telling him her story he turned out to be quite compassionate and cooperative and offered her a quick free meal.
Wanna went happily back to the temple, silently praying and thanking Holly Booo for his gift.
Every Night, Wanna went to the mountain, and whenever she met any man on her way, she told him about her story and complained from hunger. Since the world was full of good men who were always there to help a lady in distress, she got all the milk she wanted .
It was a bit nagging that most of them requested something else called “fucking”, but whenever they explained what fucking was, it seemed weird and alien to her. She was never sure how could her stomach be filled by having milk squirted deep between her legs?!. It seemed to her that fucking was a real useless and idiotic thing to do which men seemed to be obsessed with! So she wisely insisted on sucking. Again men showed their sort of wisdom and generosity they are known for, and complied with her wishes..
That was until the night she met BiZoom the Double Dicker and his blind friend NoZee.
Right after she told them her story, and right after both men pulled down their pants in response, she screamed with joy as she saw Bizoom The Double Dicker double dicks.
“Wooow, Oh how generous is Booo! That would sure be one hell of a dinner!!”
Having forgotten where she was and what she was doing, she kept screaming and dancing from joy, few men of the tribe recognized her voice, and soon every body ran from their cottages towards the direction where she stood, except BiZoom the Double Dicker who ran into the exact opposite direction and hid behind a tree.
When people arrived, and on the light of their torches and the full moon that shown brightly that night, they found the dumb blond Holly Wanna dancing from joy, while the dumb blind NoZee smiling idiotically at no one in particular with his pants pulled down..
“A sinner” screamed a grumpy old Wazabangan man, pointing his torch towards Wanna ”we must burn her” he suggested.
“Nooo” screamed another Wazabangan who have fed her with his dick once “I mean..errr..yes sure, we should even whip her first”
Another sinful Wazabangan who was sucked by Wanna a couple of times acted in the same way to remove any probable future suspicions about his purity and righteousness in case Wanna would talk , moved closer to her and slapped her hard ”Bitch, how could you bring shame on yourself that way”. He slapped her again” How could you!!” he added then kicked her ass.
“I say we should slay here right on the spot” offered a third Wazabangan, holding the scared Wanna from behind and brining his knife to her throat, aiming to cut it before she would tell anyone how she had gaiven him three blowjobs on a single night. Also making sure to -accidentally- rip her dress open during the process, so that he can make a final farewell to those luscious boobs.
“We could better strangle her then “ said a fourth who hurried to her and wrapped his huge pudgy fingers around her porcelain throat,after attempting to fumble for it via her tits. He enjoyed the smoothness of her pillar of warm throat flesh remembering how it felt between his hands few nights ago while he jerked off inside it .
“Who’s there” asked Blind NoZee who didn’t have a clue what was going on, but was beginning to assume that it wasn’t going to be a hush-hush blow job after all.
“But,” choked Wanna as she looked pleadingly at the tribe’s men ” But . . I was just getting my dinner!!!” she managed to say before the fingers around her throat tightened and the lustful angry men approached
AT that moment, BiZoom the double dicker appeared, with his pants on, yawning and pretending to have just arrived “Oh, what a scandal we have here? I guess we shall call the priest” then he turned to Wanna, and made a quick hidden gesture for her that everything would be all right.
Things, naturally, didn’t go well. .The priest-who was more scared of a personal scandal than anybody else in the tribe- predicted that a catastrophe beyond anyone’s imagination would soon happen unless sinful Wanna is thrown to the volcano as a humble offering to Almighty Booo after as exactly as many nights as there were fingers in his left hand ( which were -due to another freakish genetic trouble that earned him his position as priest -six days and a half ) .Until then, she was to remain tied in his custody inside the temple under lock and key.
Wanna was brought back to the temple among curses and spits from the crowd. On the next night she was alone, nude, tightly bound and crying near the temple’s window when she heard a whisper , it was BiZoom the Double Dicker.
“What do you want now?You abandoned me” she wailed
“Shush you idiot, I didn’t abandon you, I’m here to save you, tell me are you all right? “He whispered
“No I’m not, the priest whipped me, see “and she moved so that her shoulder and back were exposed to the light, the whole area from the creamy nap of her neck to her perfectly round ass had red bleeding whip marks .
“Beautifull..err..I mean poor girl, that must’ve hurt” said BiZoom, rather admiringly.
“Hurt?? you didn’t know what he did to my tits” and she turned around so that her front was exposed to the moonlight from the window, and arched her back to display her breasts. There were tight clamps on each nipple, and ropes tied tightly around each breast, making them red and swelling. BiZoom the Double Dicker couldn’t help getting double erections.
“Oh..uh..wow..this priest is full of tricks ..umm poor Wanna” he whispered, panting.
“And the worst thing” Wanna wailed” is that he’s not FEEDING ME ANY MORE!” and she burst into tears
“Lower your voice you moron, or I won’t save you” he commanded in the firmest tone his whisper could master.
“Hmm? how could you save me? I’m doomed. They will throw me into Booo’s mouth, there’s lava and stuff in there and it smells rather shitty, don’t think I`ll enjoy it at all” she whispered angrily
“I have a plan, it’s called a lottery” he said, with a gleeful smile.
“A what?” what’s a lotta ree? is it suckable?” she asked hopefully.
“It’s an idea of mine, a brilliant one, you see, It is sort of a game of luck”he explained
“I can’t play any games you shmuck, I’m bound and tied” she said.
“You don’t understand, You see, I will sell any one who’s interested a colored pebble wrapped in coconut leaf in exchange of one lobster.: he whispered excitedly ” that way he who buys a colored pebble will enter my lottery” he added with more excitement.
“Why would any one would want to buy a pebble “ she whispered, being sure now that BiZoom was a moron
“Because, there will be a prize for the one who owns the pebble with the winning color, the winning pebble!”he said ” The prize will be that the owner of the winning pebble would have the right to take any other member with a loosing pebble as a spouse” BiZoom added, rather proudly.
“What’s a spouse? does it give off any milk?”she asked , unable to contain her hunger
“No you silly bitch, here take that pebble”he handed her a pebble wrapped in a coconut leaf through the window, she held to it with her teeth, dragged it in, and started sucking the leaf’s juice.
“But how that is going to save me?” she asked after she sucked and chewed the leaf dry
“I’m the one who chooses -randomly- the wining color of the wining pebble “ he said with a sly smile“ when you win , you will choose me as your spouse, that means we can live happily together ever after for as your husband I`ll have the right to forgive your sin and you won’t be thrown into the volcano” he whispered smiling.
“Oh, but am I allowed to play that lut-ree game when I’m a blasphemous bitch destined to be thrown into the holly Booo volcano?”she asked, after making a rather strenuous mental effort of a magnitude she was never used to.
“I checked all the religious rules, but since the lottery is a totaly new idea I found no rule against any body participating in it” he said.
Wanna remained silently thoughtful for a moment, her delicate eyebrows frowned , her mind seemed to be changing a slow rusty set of gears , then finally she went grim
“But..since it is a game of luck..how can you be sure that I`ll win?” she asked
“Trust me”Said BiZoom who was doing a huge effort to refrain from squeezing her lovely throat through the window, but it’s a well known rule that however strong is the temptation to strangle blondes for their stupidity, it is -almost always- countered by the stronger temptation to wait at least until you’ve fucked them first.(with the known exception of being a necro-lover of course)”Miracles can happen” he added, and went away after sending her a kiss.
Despite her hunger and pain, Wanna slept happily, for after a brief thoughtful moment she believed that BiZoom the Double Dicker can do miracles. The priest claimed he could do them, and BiZoom was at least double as powerful as the priest.
As for BiZoom, he met rather wonderful interest from almost everybody in his Lottery game, nobody was that happy with his/her current spouse, everybody was secretly admiring another one he had in mind. In a few days everyone had a different colored pebble, and BiZoom was buried in lobsters.
On the fateful day, and after six and half days of hunger, whipping , and horrendous tit torture, Wanna was brought out to the village center to be prepared to be thrown in the volcano.
The priest stood beside her, ready to perform the ritual. He first sang the gathering cantation, in which he called all the males in the Wazabanga tribe to form a holly ring around him. He was wearing his most colorful cloak , raising his hands in the air and chanting “Booo Ring.- Booo Ring- Booo Ring” rather monotonously .
Soon a ring of young men was formed around him. They were dancing and jumping in a wild circle. They carried on the holy preparation, which turned out -as far as Wanna was concerned-to be rather nourishing . Each and every male in the tribe offered her his milk.
Well fed and content, Wanna was ordered to lie on her stomach, then people started stuffing stuff into her ass, most of it where coconuts. Wanna previously thought that the worst thing about coconuts was their taste, but after three of them where stuffed up her ass she had new more powerful reasons to hate them for the rest of her life, which she assumed wasn’t going to be that long after all
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Once that was done, each man , in hs turn, started pissing on her whip wounds. She screamed and screamed until they started placing new tighter clamps on her nipples, which gave her another stronger reason to scream . Finally, she stopped screaming when the priest have kindly strangled her unconscious.
As she got dizzy and gurgling she was happy she had been wise enough to hide the pebble BiZoom gave her inside her pussy, she wouldn’t loose it that way, then the blacked out.
The men then, each in turn, had their fun fucking her ass. Once done they whipped her back into consciousness, and on the moment they were ready to carry her on her last trip and throw her into the volcano, BiZoom appeared.
“Wait everybody”He said, gesturing everyone to stop”Since we are all gathered here, I guess it’s a good time to announce the results of the lottery” he said.
The crowd cheered, threw Wanna to the ground and searched their pockets for their pebbles.
BiZoom showed them a small bowel made of a coconut and full of [ebbles. He closed his eyes and pretended to fumble blindly in the bowel, then opened his hand and looked at it.
The Wazabangans held their breath and hoped.
“Honorable Wazabangans, I am now going to announce the winner” Then he stopped for a moment to heighten the suspense “And the winner is”he stooped, looked at the excited crowd “The winner is” and he gestured for Wanna to crawl near him”The winner is he who owns the purple-green small square shaped pebble with three deep indentations in it.
Wanna, who had managed to crawl to where BiZoom was standing reached for her pussy and pulled out her pebble.
Though neither she-nor any one of her tribe - knew about the famous rule that says that it was more probable to be hit by a meteorite than to win the lottery, they were all very astonished when at that precise moment, the island got suddenly hit by a meteorite.
It was a disaster , not the sort of disaster when your dog dies , or when your girl friend leaves you, or when you flunk the math test. But rather the sort of disaster which even loosing both your girl and dog on the same day you flunk the math test would all seem nothing in comparison.
Nothing was there to compare with any more, the whole village was wiped from existence, no one survived except Wanna and her beloved BiZoom . Needles to say -being the sort of superstitious people they were- they considered this as indeed one hell of a sign.They figured out they were destined for each other.
Wanna was so happy that she even didn’t feel remorse for the death of Mother Ass, she could live with BiZoom for the rest of her life, his double dicks seemed more than what any girl could ever ask for.
BiZoom was happy too, but for a very short period. He imagined that he and Wanna could start a new life, just like old Zako and Wako, the Father and Mother of the human race did. They could eat lobsters, make love, and have children. Yet as far as having children was concerned, Wanna remained firm in her ideas about fucking. After all who needed such a silly thing?
The more Wanna showed interest in blow jobs, the More BiZoom got tempted to fuck her, but being the healthy strong bitch she was, she always managed to overpower him and pull his two dicks into her eager mouth.
It was one gloomy Summer day, when the hot sun have cast its golden tan on Wanna’s ripe body , and beads of sweat traveled smoothly down her long graceful neck and made rendezvous at the grand canyon sort of cleavage between her perfect round breasts that BiZoom couldn’t contain himself any more.
“Please” he pleaded.
“Nop” Wanna replied as she got to her knees.
“Pretty please” He insisted ” Just one quick fuck ?”
“Nop” she said as she started rubbing his four balls , getting ready to milk him for breakfast.
“You would like it believe me, fucking is as good as sucking” he said” even better for you, you stupid bitch!”
“Nop” she insisted as she pulled both of his dicks into her mouth, licked them to make sure they were fresh and clean, then started feeding upon them greedily
“Naaaaaaaah, I’m fuckin fed up with you” and with a single swift anger powered movement, he slit her soft throat with his hunting knife, separating her head from her body. A split second latter he regretted that action, given that both of his dicks where inside the throat he’d just cut, and keeping in mind the medical rule which states that nothing is more painful than a severed dickhead except two severed dick heads of a dickhead, BiZoom died instantly, partially from the pain, but mainly from the shock of the sheer stupidity of what he had done.
Nothing remained of the Wazabangans but the dead bodies of the two fucking stupid lovers, Holly Wanna and BiZoom the Double Dicker, which were -along the next few months- eaten by the lobsters, which were in turn, along the next few centuries, eaten by the new Polynesians who bumped into the island and lived there.
Now, the island belongs to one of those nice small independent island nations of the Pacific, somewhere between Fiji and Samoa, a nation known for it’s great lobsters, tasty coconuts, wonderful hospitality, and -as few real experienced tourists know- the best suckers in the world.