Robert the Vulgarian: The City of P

[Vassal 1,471]

Note: I thought I'd write something different. If you couldn't tell by my poorly veiled attempt at a title this is a parody of Conan the Barbarian, a wonderful series of pulp fantasy by Robert E. Howard. Just a warning some of the descriptions and language might be "out dated," this is not the reflections of the author, just an attempt at capturing Howard's voice coming from the 1930s. I am going to try to keep this as a one off with 3-4 parts to keep distraction from my other 4ish on-going projects. That being said I've got another one off sloshing around in my head that I'd like to get in writing but I just haven't been in the mood and trying to do anything constructive takes effort. 

Chapter 1

Pushing her way through the dense jungle, Laurentia gasped in surpise at the sight of a grand walled city suddenly coming into view. Shiny white walls contrasting the dark green foliage and vines that over took the landscape. Glancing behind her she quickly searched for an entrance, finding a tall arched doorway with strong iron doors guarding the interior. Testing them she was surprised to find them easy to move and made her way inside, closing the door behind her. She hoped none of the island's inhabitants would follow her inside. Shipwrecked and the sole survivor of her crew, the dark haired captain made her way into the island's interior, searching for water and food, washed ashore with only her clothes on her back and a her thin trusty sword, she was in dire need of some help. Her thin, white shift was hardly any protection but it helped with the heat of the jungle. Lacking any sides the dress clung tightly to her sweaty, perky bosom, and the long narrow cloth stuck to her crotch and thighs, like a loose loin cloth. Her thin rapier was tucked into her jade belt.

In her search for water she happened upon the island's natives. Naked and of light brown skin, no doubt from being exposed to the sunlight that streamed through the forest, she silently tracked them for a time, hoping they would lead her to a river or lake for some fresh water. At one point they stopped and Laurentia got a better look at them. Both women and men were of dark black hair, with fierce muscular builds. Neither sex wore a scrap of clothing. The women of this tribe were seemingly blessed with large breasts, capped by dark nipples along with their shapely buttocks. Laurentia was shocked to see that their pubic hair was trimmed short and to the shape of an arrow pointing to their slits. The men were equally endowed, large cocks swinging heavily against their thighs, the captain bit her lower lip when she realized all the men were completely shaven.

The group had stopped in a clearing, the woman with the largest breasts let out a guttural grunt and the group put down their stone axes and spears. It was now that Laurentia notices there was an equal number of men and women and they paired up with each other, forming a wide circle, the women on the inside crouching before the men, cupping their pillowy tits together. The men stepped closer, grasping their enormous penises, aiming them at the face of their partners. Laurentia stifled a gasp at what happened next, the men started to freely urinate in the open mouths of the women, who thirstily gulped it down as it overflowed onto their chests. Some men took new aim directly at their partner's chest making it glisten in the rivulets of sunlight that pierced the canopy. Laurentia licked her lips as some men were buried deep in the cleavage of their mate, still peeing strongly as evident by the cascade down her belly, mixing with her pubic hair before trickling over her lips and falling to the ground, as if peeing herself. Soon the men's bladders neared empty and the women as if instinctively took the cocks into their mouths to savor the last few drops.

The men, now satisfied, laid upon the ground in a circle with the women now squatting over their faces, mouth open and waiting. Laurentia felt a tingling in her nether region as she now knew what was going to happen next. The women all started to wee in unison, using the men's mouths as urinals as they did before. She grew hot as she watched the men's large cocks grow further engorged, standing at attention as the women used their mouths. Taking this cue, some of the women changed positions, squirting their pussy streams directly at the towering flesh, while some sat directly on the chest of their partner, spraying his chest or turned around to water his phallus in an arc. Again as each woman's bladdered emptied, they finished off in the mouth of their mate.

At this point each man's shaft was standing at full attention as they stayed lying on the ground each woman stood up and stood astride the men's crotches. In unison they all speared themselves on the large dicks, moaning in ecstasy as they wildly rode their man in a wanton mating ritual.

The previous displays were too much for Laurentia, discovering her own need watching the group, now less distracted by their orgy. Trying to be discrete she gathered up her shift about her waist, sitting back on her heels with her legs spread. She realized she hadn't been to the head since before the storm suddenly appeared, destroying her ship and crew. Her desperation over took her need for stealth as her bladder's contents burst forth from between her lower lips, loudly splashing against a large frond in front of her. She cursed as splatter loudly resonated through the forest.

A cry erupted from the clearing as the island natives cut off their ritual. Cum now drooled down the thighs of the women along with the faint streamlets of pee, men's penises glistening with  a mixture of semen and both pussy fluids. Without fully cutting off her flow, Laurentia sprang into action, salty liquid rolling down her thighs, collecting in her long shift as she desperately tried to turn off her bladder as she ran away from the savages.

Now inside the walls Laurentia's bladder nagged after it's release was cut short. Not wanting to risk peeing out in the open by the entrance she made her way towards one of the buildings. The ancient city looked as if it was one giant building surrounding the entrance courtyard. She idly wondered if she would be able to find a running toilet inside, remembering the sophisticated plumbing of her home city in Vodalonia, fresh water was brought into homes by a narrow channel and diverted towards the toilet room. Laurentia loved gazing down between her legs as her effluence mixed with the cool water below. Not that she was so proper that she needed running water to relieve herself, she was no stranger to working before the mast even before she captained her own ship. When she needed to go she would simply pull up her long narrow shift and place her bottom over the railing and would go over the side. In her own captain's quarters she even had a toilet installed on the section that over-hanged the rear keel. But now in this elaborate, ancient ruin her city sensibilities took over and she searched for what she hoped would be a bathroom.

Along her way she passed through many dining rooms, bed chambers and the like. All furnished as if the occupants had just stepped out. The rooms were lit pale yellow by burning gems set along the walls. As Laurentia made her way through the many rooms she found herself thirsty and hungry, still recovering from her shipwreck. She found a kitchen and was surprised to find the food and golden wine fresh. Ravenous with hunger and thirst she gorged herself and drained many goblets of the strange tasting wine. After her meal her bladder nagged more than she could ignore, her previous attempt at relief interrupted by the foul inhabitants outside the wall. Well fed, she resumed her search for a toilet.

After what seemed like ages she thought she had found a public toilet. The only reason she knew this must have been the bathroom was due to the crude signs above twin doorways. One was a side profile silhouette of a woman, with large breasts, in a high squat with a stream below her and the other was a similarly side profile of a man holding a large member with an equal stream coming out of it. Opting for the ladies room Laurentia hastily made her way inside. Unlike the long bench seats with centers removed like she was used to in Vodalonia, the room was laid out much differently. Along one half of the wall there were a series of smooth holes cut about belly height for the black haired woman. To the side there were stairs leading up to a platform about shoulder height with strange structures coming out of the wall that resembled the toilets she was used to, except that these were much narrower and angled in such a way that it looked like you were supposed to straddle them facing the wall. Feeling a wave of desperation Laurentia quickly climbed the steps and did just that, gathering the tails of her shift as she started gave in to her desperation. She sighed deeply as she let her golden nectar flow, doubly relieved to be free of being caught by one of the ghastly jungle beings. Not hearing any flowing water and a distant tinkling, Laurentia wondered where she was peeing, not caring enough to peer between her legs, if she had she would notice a dim glow now emanated from beneath her.

To be continued...

[PissingBlonde 887]

This is fantastic! Can't wait to read the next installment...

[nopjans 1,178]

This is right up my alley. I can't wait to read the next chapters.