*Soon may the Wellerman come
Bringing sugar and tea and rum
One day when the tonguing is done
We'll take our leave and go...*

(start with the Wellerman song)


Once there was this cannibal gang, a band of pirates in the Caribbean that had taken wives among the Caribs and the Polynesians and managed to reproduce, and they had heard of the practice of tonguing a whale and thought to appropriate that habit.

So, of course, along came a sailing ship, a Wellerman, up from New Zealand bringing sugar, tea, rum, and Chinese, Kiwi, and British migrants to the shores of Caribanesia, the isles of the pirate cannibals. The British and Chinese attempted to start towns and the Maoris tried a village of their own. However, the pirate descendants, clad in a mix of Native Caribbean and 17th century European garb and brandishing flintlocks and torches and pistols, raided the little settlement of New Liverpool. They burned the town and made off with a few young people, having slain elderly and other folks in the process. This consisted of three men and four women. Of the men, two were British and one Chinese, and the women were a blonde Brit, a flower of China with dark hair and white skin, a tanned and somewhat fierce looking Maori with chin tattoo, and a Malay in a hijab and flowery skirt. All were tied up in rope and made to walk a couple miles over rough tropical and volcanic terrain by sword point and gunpoint, until they came to the tonguing grounds.

The Chinese man and one of the British men were made quick work of. They tied both to stakes already at the grounds and lashed them painfully. They cut off their heads, their private parts, and other extremities and started skinning and cutting the fat off of them while everyone else watched. They then cut the meat off their bones and threw the meat onto a smoking rack to slowly smoke.

The remaining British man was coupled with the British woman for sport. He was tall and lanky and she was pretty and blonde and slightly pudgy. The British girl was forced on her knees and hands at gunpoint and the British man was told to rape her, also at gunpoint. He reluctantly did so, taking a few minutes to get his dick up and into her vagina. He came into the reddened and sweaty blonde lass. Now spent and with a stomachache, he started to droop off, and at this point one of the pirate descendants ran his dagger up the man's butt, causing him to yelp and then start pouring blood from his rear end. Another slice and off went the bloke's nuts. One of the rough faced pirates, who was gay, then fucked the bloke in the hole where his balls used to be. That poured white cum all over that hole and the British man's dick. The man stood up, stumbled as if in a daze, then collapsed. A pirate descendant then dispatched the poor sop with a pistol shot to his forehead. The corpse was thrown on a pile of wood for later.

The British rape victim was sobbing openly. Thoughts ran through her head. "Why did this happen to me? I'm so done. Nobody will want to marry me now". She had had those thoughts before, but never thought of looking for help. In a later day she might have been sent to a mental ward. But this was the early 1800s and people didn't give a damn about a depressed half naked woman.

The swashbucklers tied the British blonde to a post and finished the undressing, and then proceeded to start cutting fat and skin off her hips, alive. She screamed and tried to kick. The skinning continued slowly, strip by bloody strip, as the British woman writhed in agony. She was barely conscious by the time the skinners reached, and played with, her boobs before cutting them off. A knock to the head caused pee to trickle down her legs, and she thought her last thought- "those bastards!" - and died.

Two cannibal pirates grabbed the Maori woman by the hair and her tattooed chin. The villains jerked the woman's mouth open and started sawing into her mouth with wood saws and knives. They took a few minutes to finally cut off the Maori woman's lower jaw and hold it up before her eyes as a trophy. A buccaneer shoved a bayoneted rifle up the dark skinned, curly haired Maori's twat. It jammed roughly into the cervix and sliced across it into the Maori's womb. This killed a week old embryo that had been developing in the Maori's womb without her knowing it (she had been knocked up by a potty mouthed Wellerman sailor without her consent). The rifle came out. The bayonet did. The goop that was the embryo also did. Ew. So did a fountain of blood, pouring down the Maori's awkwardly stumbling legs. The Maori woman fell on her knees and collapsed. Cannibal pirates dragged the unconscious woman to a meat hook on a post and started cutting the fat and skin off- "tonguing". The Maori soon passed away from choking on her own blood.

This left the Malay and the Chinese girl. The buccaneers took the hijab off the Malay and the clothes off of both skinny women. Both were restrained, and their upper arms were clamped into iron spiked rings and so were their thighs. They panted heavily and tried not to think of the pain and the loss of comfort.

Two pirate couples came with saws, and both women were hung on a vertical wooden rack. The pirates sawed off their legs and arms and covered the stumps with metal caps. The Malay woman peed herself, a fountain of yellow urine streaming forth from her vulva onto the ground and the legs of a nearby pirate. The Chinese woman felt nauseous and her belly heaved and she sweated. She was trapped. She couldn't go anywhere. A foul stream of puke emitted from the Chinese beauty's mouth onto her small waifish boobs and her skinny figure. A swashbuckler, his dark skin and somewhat Asian features betraying his Carib origins, poured a bucket of water onto the lanky Chinese woman, some of which splashed over the more buxum Malay female. Then the pirates let out their dicks and plunged them in en masse. They succeeded at impregnating both of them...