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A naked Hal was paraded into the center of the village an hour later. There he underwent a series of tests to prove his worthiness. He had to demonstrate his courage, his strength, his virility, and that the gods looked down on him favorably.

His courage was tested when he ran the gauntlet. The Incunu word for it translated as "woman maker" but it was essentially a gauntlet. All of the males in the tribe formed two lines that faced one another. They were all armed with clubs or poles or strips of leather. The initiate had to run through the village between the two lines while the tribe members swung their weapons and beat him, grab the icon at the far end of the camp, and then return back between the attacking lines.

Jill learned why it was called a woman maker as the chief was giving Hal his instructions. If he made it through the first test, he would be deemed worthy enough to move to the second test. If he did not pass the first test, he would be relieved of his cock and balls. Jill wondered how much of that Hal understood but was then thankful that he had not studied the language. I was probably best that he not know that he could possibly be womanized.

But Hal did pass the first test. He was badly bruised and battered but he returned to the chief triumphantly, holding the icon above his head. They moved to the second test.

A rope was tied around Hal's scrotum and the other end was tied around a large stone. Hal's test of strength was to stand up, which would lift the stone off the ground, and carry the stone to the chief using only his balls to support the heavy object. Jill winced as she saw him get to his feet, seeing the weight of the rock stretching the scrotum painfully downward.

Jill was standing beside the chief but slipped behind him to use him as a shield to block her view of the painful sight. But the chief pulled her in front of him and commanded her to watch. He reached up and toyed with her delicious, full breasts as Hal inched his way painfully across the village center. He eventually made it and was relieved when the rope was removed.

The next test involved a girl. She got him hard with her mouth and then pumped his cock with her hand until his seed spurt in a long arc through the air. He was deemed to be virile.

Finally, it was time to leave for the point. Jill was left in the village as the chief took Hal and two protectors down to the beach. Hal was sent to the tip of the point and was told that the chief would return for him in the morning. The two protectors were not there to protect Hal, though. They were there to protect the honor of the tribe. If Hal tried to escape, they were to kill him.

Hal spent a miserable night. The water was warm enough as it started rising but he knew about the sharks. He was in a panic by the time the water reached his neck and was filled with fear each time something rubbed or bumped against his body. But eventually, the tide started going out and the water level fell. He was not eaten by sharks. Apparently, the gods looked down on him favorably.

The final part of the ceremony took place in the morning. He was given his first reward as a man of the tribe. He was given one of the Katahuas for the day. Hal led the beautiful Polynesian girl to his hut and fucked her despite his exhaustion. He eventually passed out, using her as a mattress for much of the day, and then fucked her again when he woke up. She led him back to the center of the village as it was getting dark.

There, he was treated as a brother by all of the males and was given his tribal clothing. He received his breech cloth, which he thankfully tied around his waist. It only covered his front, and barely at that, but it was something. They gave him his gold arm band which he wore high on his left upper arm. And he received his weapons. One was a large curved knife that was worn at the waist. Another was a smaller knife, much like a dagger, strapped to his thigh. The third was his bow and quiver of arrows. He hoped that he would never need them. The only time he had ever used a knife was to cut his steak. And he had never used a bow before.

Jill actually found herself feeling proud of him. Despite his frequent pomposity and overbearing nature, she was glad that he had performed so well. Maybe the month wouldn't be so long after all.

Chapter 6

Jill checked the clock on her desk. It was only five thirty. She still had a long wait until the dinner meeting. Her thoughts went back to the island.

Hal quickly chose his own katahua out of the harem of one of the other males. That was one of the things that amazed Jill in her earlier studies of the tribe. They were very protective of the females. All of the girls were associated with a male. There was no such thing as a single woman here. And, while they were fiercely possessive of their katahuas, they seemed to think of all of the others as merely temporarily held possessions. Newly initiated males were free to pluck any of them out of any harem they chose. Jill knew that Hal new main girl would probably be walking bow legged the next day. She had never known anyone as horny as him.

The days passed quickly. Hal learned how to hunt and fish. Jill learned how to weave and cook the native dishes. They quickly blended into the tribe despite being the only white people on the island.

Nursing was a community activity and each of the adult females was available to any of the children. Being naked made preparation for the task easier, but Jill found it an embarrassing job since she had no milk in her breasts. It was also embarrassing because it was only the older children who selected her breasts. Most of the women in the tribe were stunningly beautiful with large, firm breasts, but the teenagers chose hers. It must be the novelty of having a white woman, she thought. And she knew that they were probably having sexual thoughts as they suckled on her nipples. She knew that she was certainly having sexual thoughts as a result of what they were doing to her.

During the second week of their research, a second male was initiated into manhood. He endured all of the same ordeals that Hal had suffered through. Then, on the morning after his vigil on the point, Jill was selected as the katahua who would complete the initiation by being the first woman he would ever fuck.

She was surprised that she had been chosen. Surely one of the others would know the culture of the tribe better and would be better suited to be this boy's sexual mentor. But she was proud that she had been trusted enough for this sacred ceremony. She took her job very seriously and, throughout the course of the day, coaxed every drop of semen out of him. She looked bedraggled and disheveled as she brought him back to the center of the village at the end of the day. He looked completely exhausted but was grinning from ear to ear.

It was during the third week of their stay that disaster struck. Oceangoing canoes were spotted on the horizon. Another tribe was coming to raid them. The men grabbed their weapons and headed out in small bands to track the canoes and defend the island. Since the only thing of value on the island was the women, the chief stayed in the village to defend them along with another one of the males.

Jill recommended that she be given a bow, a suggestion that greatly amused the chief. There was no way that a female could possibly shoot a bow. But Jill was insistent. She knew how to use one and she argued that it was foolish not to use every weapon possible. Still, she got nowhere with the chief.