This is my first story, a parody based on Mutiny on the Bounty, as well as various roleplays I've had regarding this topic. This first section shall lay the foundation for the rest of the story, so I apologize if it comes off as rather dry at times. Criticisms, advise, and other feedback is much appreciated! It's incredibly limited in regard to smut because of its'
The masts of the port towered above the steeples of the churches. Portsmouth harbor was filled with ships of all sort, the most impressive of which were those colossal shows of power, those Man of War ships that holds the imagination of every boy. Adventure laid beyond the mouth of that harbor. Excitement filled the hearts of the men who went aboard those ships, even going so far as to volunteer! Crisp uniforms, military rigor, and missions vital to the life of the homeland.
None of that was befitting of this mission to the small island of Tahiti. The ships mast did not tower above the steeples, for it was but a 91 foot frigate. The men were volunteering, sure, but they were not of the noble sort in the slightest. There would be no crisp uniforms, the admiralty deemed this mission a "grocery run" across the Atlantic! All that this mission was supposed to do was bring back some breadfruit and establish positive relationships with the natives. Appointed was Captain Eridan de Ruiter, a young and stern man of Dutch aristocratic background. Ambitious though he was, he had never sailed a ship before. This would be his first mission, a mission he deemed far below him. He was not even given a proper officer staff to maintain discipline on the ship. Snubbed though he was, he still held it in his head that somehow, someway, he would be able to turn that island into not just a friendly breadfruit farm, but another slice of the Empire.
Onboard that 91 foot chamber pot was a variety of diverse men. Friar, a drunken wife-beater, was a stout, chubby, and short man. He beat the hell out of his wife, both her womb and her body, and did the same to his daughter and any whore that had the misfortune of crossing his path.
Johnson, a brutish oaf, stood nearly seven feet tall. His oaky tan and boorish demeanor revealed a rather sluggish character, though he was cherished by the men for his animal like demeanor, whether it be his puppy-esc stupidity, or his oxen-like strength.
Barry and Barnes, two brothers who brought about mischief also were on the ship. Their intentions were to escape the law after gang-banging a vast list of women who made the mistake to venture out alone. Robbing them, breeding them, and tossing them to the streets was their usual gig, but the heat was growing to be a bit too much. So, rather than letting their lanky figures be hung from the ropes, they instead opted to join the first voyage they saw.
The last of the notable figures aboard was the most important one. A gardener. A young brat, impish, and short. His blond hair and sniggering snicker seemed ubiquitous, especially in the bedrooms of whores. Though he did not discriminate between a whore or a lady, nor a bedroom and an alleyway. Christian Fletcher was an expert in the field of botany, as well as breeding. If he had not been assigned to this ship as punishment he would likely still be running a mock. Flattering floozies in their gardens until they ended up in some bushes, where he'd use that log of a cock of his to break those women in and make them his!
It was this colorful cast of men that made it across the Atlantic. They did not get along, Captain Ruiter was hated by everyone for his proclivity towards cruelty, making the men work out constantly, resulting in the bulking of their already powerful sailor bodies, the increase in levels of testosterone, and the constant musk of male sex to linger in the air. Tensions were not helped by the fiendish nature of many crew members. Grudges were not easily hid on that little ship. Those fat-cocked brutes needed a place to dump their loads. They needed a place to mark their territory. They needed entertainment, and not just entertaining the idea of stringing up Captain Ruiter.
So horribly pent up and over-worked were they that their clothes were practically rags, wrapped in a futile manner around their veiny slabs of meat that so often still jut out from them.
One can hardly imagine the joy upon their faces when they completed that 29,000 mile journey without even one casualty. Though many had scars from the whip that Captain Ruiter so often enjoyed employing. Not even the gardener, a mere boy and the supposedly most important person onboard, was spared from the Captains' "discipline". It was the gardener, Christian Fletcher, Captain Ruiter, and the seamen Friar, Johnson, Barry, and Barnes, that first went ashore to meet the natives who had crowded the beaches.
The warm sun shone down upon the cutter, a small boat that held those towering Europeans. Each of them well over six feet, with Johnson towering above them all, and with the youthful Christian Fletcher being the exception (though for his age he was still rather tall). However, the native men, feminine, tanned, and soft in features, all stood at barely over five feet, and the women barely under. It was a dynamic not lost on anyone when the ship hit the sand with a soft thud and the men came ashore. The Europeans were met with a small entourage. It was a sight to behold, and many of the native women did take note of it. The way the Europeans, with their strong and rugged bodies, towered over the feminine guard. Even the shortest of the European party was taller than the king of the natives, king Hitihiti.
The natives, having been contacted often by Europeans, knew some of their tongue, and thus the dialogue began after that brief stand-off.
The somewhat high-pitched voice of the king rung out, with as much regality as a half-naked savage could muster, "You King George? Finally here?", pointing at Captain Ruiter, who took upon himself a twisted element of pleasure in the idea of being ruler of the Empire. Alas, he was but a captain, and shook his head no.
"No, but King George sends his regards. I am captain Ruiter, a little chief of King George."
A furrowed brow was cast upon king Hitihiti. A brow which disappeared once a chest was presented before him and opened. Captain Ruiter waved his hand over the goods contained in the chest, "Gifts from King George for King Hitihiti." The chest was full of beads, some coins, knives, some tools, mirrors, liquors, and a few other trinkets tossed together to shock and awe these islanders. King Hitihiti, picking up a light axe rested atop the material, seemed shocked by its alien nature. Sure, he had experienced axes, and he had seen the materials of the Europeans before, but getting this for free? It would be a great benefit to whomever was lucky enough to wield it! He was greatly pleased and asked, with a giddy tone, "What King George want from his friend, King Hitihiti?"
"Breadfruit," Captain Ruiter answered, and after a moment of pause his ambitions set in, "as well as a home for some of these men here on your island. Just a slice of the beach, so that we may live alongside you. Learn from you. And grow as big and strong as you all.", the irony was not lost on anyone besides King Hitihiti in that ending statement. Captain Ruiter was going beyond his mission. He was asking to set up a colony on this island. But the way it was proposed King Hitihiti cheerfully raised the axe to the air, "Yes, yes! Live here, eat here, and be happy here! Learn from Tahiti, and grow strong."
After some more formalities, Captain Ruiter thanked the king and turned to his men. A gaze of fierceness was set upon them as Captain Ruiter addressed them.
"Make merry. Catch every disease this island has to offer. But do not incur any issues on this island, you hear me? Or I shall make sure you will curse your mother for birthing you, and the devil for tempting you. If you thought that the ship was hell, this island shall be no paradise for you to hide on if you just as much cause a scowl among the natives. Now, Barnes, Barry, you two idlers, go get a party of seamen from the ship. Have them start the construction of a basic town and fort on the shore, off by the reef where the water is deep. As for the rest of you two dolts, go chop down some wood by the building site and keep your own wood in your pants, you're still on duty. Dismissed."
A voice peeped out, "What about me, sir?", the gardener, Christian Fletcher asked.
"Go find that breadfruit and cultivate some gardens so we may prosper here...", a drift in Captain Ruiters' voice occurred as he thought of something to add, "and try to not be too fruitful with the natives."
A smirk emerged on the face of the lad, who dramatically swung his hand up to meet his brow, "Aye ay Captain!", before darting off into the bushes.
Captain Ruiter, now standing alone on the shore, watched the natives wander about, watching him in return, whispering about him and his men in hushed tones. It was not as if he knew their language anyways. But it stirred up his paranoia. Unleashing those undisciplined men of his upon this native population, what hell had he wrought? Shaking his head at that thought, he just wandered off towards the location where he would want his new home to be built. Scouting it out and giving commands every so often to Johnson, who had actually gone off to chop down wood at the allotted location Captain Ruiter gave to his men.
Friar found it far more important to keep the relationship between the natives and them positive, and so now stood by a young lady and her partner. Her partner, being increasingly third-wheeled out of the conversation, eventually wandered off. Her name, Minari, sounded sweet. It went well with her plump pouty lips, her perky C cup breasts, and her full rear which swayed beneath her skirt. Women rarely covered their breasts upon this island. Her dark chocolate nipples stood out, ample upon her breasts. She must've been young, Friar thought to himself as he asked her about life on the island.
"Is good! Peaceful. Relaxed. Food everywhere! We happy and love the gods. We love new people. New friends."
"Aye, I'm a friend indeed to all ye' lasses!", his accent ensured that the poor girl barely understood him, though it was obvious she was trying her best. Leaning in towards her, her breast heaving. "I'd like me sum' of that peaceful, relaxed life, and make me a new friend! You wanna' be me' friend, Minari?", enough of that was decipherable that Minari gave a cheerful smile and a nod.
"Yes yes! Friar, I be your friend."
"Luv'ly!", he said with a jolly roar, grabbing her by her arm and pulling her off. Taking glances at her rounded rear swaying from side to side as he walked her off to the bushes. "Lemme' show ya' how we handle our friends!"
It was mere minutes before she found herself on the dirt, her rear raised off of the ground as Friar held onto her legs. Being taken in such a sudden fashion, shocked and silenced her. Furthermore, adding to that, was that obscene slab of meat that was drawn out from his pants. Friar wielded a 10 and a half inch slab of ivory meat, unwashed, musky, and fatter than a soda can by far! Slapping it down onto her now-exposed crotch as he skirt of leaves did nothing to hide her sex. Already slick and wet as she betrayed her partner. Friar, in an excited bout, grinned, pressing the head of his cock against her cunt. "Lets see if it'll fit, ay? If it's jus' like the lasses back home.."
Grunting as that monstrosity of a cock pressed onwards, deeper, stretching her out like a harlot! Minari could not help but moan out, her hand clasping over her mouth as she tried to hide her excitement. If anyone caught her right now, she'd be doomed. Every few moments her body shook wildly, trembling on that veiny fat cock which jutted out from that stout European brutes' body, extending even further than his little beer-belly. Her orgasms caused her body to break down further, to squirm, and her mind to melt. Drooling out from both ends as her tits jiggled with every motion she made.
"M-More! Please, friend Friar, more!", she pleaded from between the fingers that covered her sloppy mouth, looking up at this monster of a man that crashed his cock deeper. The head of it moving well past her cervix, preparing her for pregnancy, as that girthy dick gave damn good practice for birth! And yes, she'd be birthing his kin, that she already knew. She was reminded of it every time those fat heaving balls slapped against her ass, those cum-tankers churned with potent seed! She just moaned out, letting her eyes roll back and her tongue lull out as her hand fell to the side. Her body pulled up and down, like a fucktoy, on Friars' cock.
"That's a good lass! Make every inch disappear in that savage-slit now, ya' slut.", he said in a grunt as her cunt twitched over his meat. A long time had passed, and he knew he was pressed for time. It wouldn't be long before that bastard, the Captain, would come looking for him. So, after experiencing yet another orgasm from this whore, he began to dump load after load of cum down into her cunt! Breeding her to the point of bloating her stomach outwards. Without as much of a thank you he dropped her rear onto the floor, letting go of her legs. Putting that fat cock away, leaving her a mess on the dirt he fucked her on, and walked off. Leaving her in shock, twitching on the floor, her mouth open in a silent blissful 'O' with her eyes rolled back. News of these men and their ways was sure to spread like wildfire, as Minari was a top-class gossiper amongst her tribe.
Friar had done more for the relationship between those two communities than he knew.
All he knew is that he was going to have to chop down some wood now and join the other seamen who had began to build rudimentary houses, walls, and gardens on their little slice of the island. The impact of their presence had only just begun to show. Only time would tell how far they'd take it.