Ultimate Survivor: a Cmsix Tribute
Copyright© 2025 by FantasyLover
Chapter 4
Time Travel Sex Story: Chapter 4 - As the title suggests, this story is a tribute to cmsix, one of my favorite authors, may he rest in peace. I realize that he only completed 19 stories of the 57 he started, but they are always good for making me smile. The plot is simple: Modern guy dies and ends up in a made-for-TV contest on a planet equivalent to Earth 40,000 years ago. Don't bother reading it if you're looking for a lot of emotional drama. This story is simply for your entertainment.
Caution: This Time Travel Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Ma/ft Consensual Heterosexual Fiction Science Fiction Aliens Far Past Time Travel Polygamy/Polyamory
DAY 30
Having the mules with me, I slept much better than I would have without them. Surprisingly, no predators bothered us during the night. I guessed it was because the animals looked like a large, healthy herd. In the morning, it took a while to tighten all the saddles again before we could leave. It was far from an ideal solution, but I couldn’t imagine trying to saddle forty horses and a dozen mules before heading out, so I simply loosened the saddles and hobbled them.
Less than an hour after starting out this morning, I passed the third campsite the raiders had used when they made their way home from their forays to the north. The path here was wider and more worn than when I had first started tracking them. Since this was the third campsite, I knew I was only about ten miles from their village. A few minutes after passing the campsite, I heard the screech of the first seagull. An hour later, I dismounted and climbed a tall hill alongside the trail but still couldn’t see any sign of the raiders’ village.
Yet another hour later, climbing another hill revealed smoke off in the distance. All of the raiders I questioned had assured me that they didn’t post sentries. Everyone was deathly afraid of the raiders, and nobody would purposely go near their village.
The village was atop a cliff overlooking the ocean. For a moment, I caught myself thinking it would be a perfect location for a home. Of course, that assumed there was a nearby grocery store. The closest place where game was abundant was an hour’s walk from the village. The nearest fresh water required descending from the top of the cliff to a large stream.
After carefully scanning the village, I located all ten men. I was surprised that none of them were hunting or fishing but noted several racks of dried or drying fish in the village. Since I was only a mile away, I continued my approach on foot, taking advantage of the terrain to shield myself from the village.
When I felt I was close enough, I picked a vantage point that was several feet higher than the village, settled in, and located my ten targets again. I watched for half an hour to gauge the rhythm of movement in the village. Finally, satisfied that I had a plan, I took aim at the raider guarding the path down to the stream to keep the women from escaping. He slumped silently to the ground. The man guarding the path down to the beach was next, his body falling so that the momentum carried it over the edge of the cliff to the rocks below. The third to die was the one who appeared to be the leader. He was wearing chainmail.
Once he fell, the women sensed a chance for freedom. Grabbing the spears of the leader and the man who had been guarding the trail to the stream, most of them hurried down the trail with the two spear holders guarding the rear.
I picked off the remaining men as they hurried after the escaping women. The fourth man to die tripped the two men following him as he fell, providing me two semi-stationary targets.
The four remaining men decided that staying alive was more important than catching the escaping women and hid behind the huts. I got two when they looked around trying to find the silent attacker. The final two men took longer to target, but I finally caught both.
I made my way back to the horses and rode slowly towards the escaping women. They froze when they saw me, and then the two spear-holders moved to the front.
“My name is Dave and I’m the one who killed your captors,” I said to them. “My mates killed the first group who tried to attack them two weeks ago. We killed the second group two days ago. My mates sent me to finish the job and to free you.”
They looked stunned. “What do you intend to do with us?” one of the female spear-holders asked cautiously while still pointing her spear at me.
“My intention was to release you from the men holding you captive. The way I see it, you now have three choices. You can return to your former villages, stay here on your own, or return with me to my camp. As you can see,” I said as I motioned to the herd behind me, “I brought windrunners like the one I am riding for you to ride on, so you won’t have to walk for several days. I call the windrunners horses.”
“Why don’t you eat them?” one of the women asked.
“Because one horse can do more work than several men. The trip to my home takes four days walking. It took me only a day and a half to get here on the horses. You won’t have to carry your belongings. The horses will do that. They will make your life much easier and will make it easier to hunt. When I hunt, they carry the game back to my cave so we don’t have to prepare it before we carry it back,” I explained.
“And if we want to go back to our villages?” another woman asked nervously.
“If they are close, I will take you there. If not, I will make sure you have enough food and a spear to take with you,” I promised.
“For now, I want to go up to the village and find the funny spears that look like this one,” I said, holding up the alien rifle.
“They are in the hut that belonged to my former mate,” one of the women replied. “He wasn’t really my mate, but claimed me for himself,” she added with quite a bit of acrimony.
The women watched anxiously as I rode up next to her. “Grab hold of my arm and let me pull you up so you can sit behind me,” I told the mate of the former leader. I could tell that she was scared shitless, but she did as I instructed. “Now, put your arms around me and hold on tight,” I instructed. Once she did, I started slowly.
“Oh, my,” she gasped as the horses began a slow ascent up the trail. Her eyes were wide with excitement when we got to the village, and I helped her down.
“I choose to go with you and hope to be one of your mates,” she husked.
I climbed off the horse and hugged her, giving her a thorough kiss. She didn’t understand at first what my tongue wanted, but her gasp allowed it entrance and she quickly understood and replied in kind.
“Wow,” she gasped when we came up for air.
I found all five rifles and all five pistols hidden at the bottom of a stack of furs in her hut, as well as two more mail shirts and the rest of the body socks. At first, I thought the weapons had been disabled, but they all hummed quietly for a few seconds when I turned them on. “Hot Damn!” I cried out excitedly. I now had guns to arm all of my mates. Right then, I received the information that I was being allowed to keep the guns as one of my awards from the audience’s vote for their favorite contestant. After Feshe had defended the rest of the family, the audience had been clamoring for them to allow my women to have guns. The producers had originally disabled all guns when the contestants died, and only turned these back on when I touched them. Before this, each contestant had been limited to their original two guns.
After watching Feshe defend our home, the audience had wanted them to give me guns for my women, and this was their compromise. If I defeated the raiders and retrieved the guns, the producers would allow me to keep all ten functioning weapons.
The other belongings of the contestants had been handed out to the other raiders and I collected those that we hadn’t removed from the bodies we burned at our place. The sewing kits had been handed out to the women and had been used extensively. And yes, I found the five rolls of toilet paper tossed into the back corner of an otherwise empty hut.
The women spent the rest of the day organizing our exodus. I spent the day searching the village for the remaining belongings of the five contestants who had died. None of the women wanted to stay here. Nine hoped they would be accepted back at their old villages, so they could be with their children. At dinner, I realized that I now knew where their villages were and how to make a circuit of the five villages before heading home. I also knew that, somehow, the women would be spared from getting saddle-sore.
Lesedi was the name of the former leader’s mate. I had seen instantly why he chose her. She had a full, lush figure, beautiful face, and an impressive set of boobs. I became intimately acquainted with the body and boobs that night, as well as those of three other volunteers. I knew my wives would be happy with the new additions.
DAY 31
All four women were sporting a well-fucked look in the morning and spent most of the day whispering with the others.
We were ready to leave shortly after breakfast. The women had struck camp the previous afternoon and loaded everything onto travois that they filled as quickly as I built them. They’d saved the poles for their tipi-style huts, and I used them to make travois. The thing that took the longest was saddling all the horses and mules. Most of the baggage was loaded onto the mules and travois they pulled, although I’d had to construct five additional travois. I hadn’t wanted to leave their saddles on for two nights in a row. Everything we weren’t taking was thrown in a pile with dry bushes, kindling, and firewood. I started the fire burning as we headed out.
The women who planned to return to their original villages loaded their things onto one travois for each village. That way, we only had to leave the travois with their belongings rather than unpack and repack a travois. We reached two villages the first day, leaving five women with their former mates. At both villages, I traded salt I’d brought with me, getting khitaa hides, dried berries, and other food the two villages were willing to trade.
Lesedi brought three new volunteers to the furs that night. I did my best to ensure that they, too, looked happy the next morning.
DAY 32
The second day was more of the same, arriving at our destination and leaving the women who wanted to return home. The mate of the third woman had decided he preferred his new mate and couldn’t support two mates. He didn’t mind letting her take her two-year-old with her, though. My modern sentiments chafed at the thought that he didn’t care enough about his child to keep her, but I was also glad that the woman got her daughter back.
Again, we traded salt for gathered food and khitaa hides. When Lesedi asked why I wanted so many khitaa hides, I pointed to the saddle and the reins and explained that we used khitaa hides to make them. Once again, Lesedi brought three new volunteers to our furs that night.
DAY 33
The third morning, we stopped to leave the final woman. Her village was depressing. Evidently, they’d had a rough winter and many of them had died, including her mate. The eleven men and fifteen women who had survived eagerly accepted my offer to join us. All eleven men had a mate, although many were newly mated since their previous mate had died during the winter. I was saddened to learn that none of the village’s children had survived. I promised that I could hunt enough for everyone, although they looked skeptical.
Their village was quickly struck and loaded onto several travois. It was near sundown when we approached my cave. Feshe saw us and hollered to the others, and then ran to greet me. I dismounted and hugged all of them, including the children.
“We knew you were alive. The cave was much bigger when we woke up this morning, and a mountain of gifts showed up not long ago,” Zurai exclaimed excitedly.
“There is even a new part that’s far bigger than the barn. I didn’t know what it was for until I saw everyone with you just now,” Thila said.
When we neared the cave, Thila showed me a third opening about fifty feet from the opening to my cave. It already had a sturdy wood door installed, along with a lock, and bars to secure it from the inside. Stepping inside, I saw that it was, indeed, massive. The cave even had preinstalled lighting just like my cave, as well as the same warm water running through a much larger bathroom. The bath portion was nearly the size of a small swimming pool, although only one to three feet deep.
The hallway between my cave and the community cave had originally led to the freezer room. The freezer room was still between my cave and the new cave, but was now much bigger, as was the refrigerator room. I gave quiet thanks when I saw that beams and meat hooks were already installed in both the freezer and the refrigerated sections.
My own cave had tripled in size. Just the bedroom was more than three times the size of the last bedroom had been. The bath was easily big enough for fifty people to share.
“Amazing,” was the only response I could think of.
The pile of gifts included the usual gifts for my new mates. In addition, there were more cast-iron and stainless-steel pots, and more aluminum and wooden buckets. There were also a hundred sturdy sewing needles, a dozen awls, and spools of heavy-duty thread. There was a key to the door locks for each new mate and ten extras. There was a pile of keys for the door to the village cave; those keys were for the new people. They wouldn’t work in the locks to my doors, but my key worked for their lock.
I introduced Lesedi to my mates, and she began introducing the other women I rescued. The villagers were shown to what I decided to call the village cave. Since they were the first ones here, they got first choice of where to set up their huts. They did ask questions about the overhead lights, and I truthfully explained that the Spirits put them there, and then explained that I had been brought here to amuse the Spirits. When they were well amused, I was rewarded. I didn’t tell them that my wives had decided that the Spirits were most amused by watching us having sex.
I’d been stunned when she said it. I’d always thought that my actions doing things was what had pleased the Spirits. Remembering the gift of horses, mules, saddles, and tack to rescue the women from the raiders, I wondered if she was right about them being more amused by all the sex. Hmmmmm...
DAY 34
After my morning wake-up blowjob, I pulled Ayoki down with me and went back to sleep. Later, Ifia gave me my second wake-up blowjob, laughing as she scampered from the room telling me that I had just enough time to shower before lunch was ready. I was late to lunch, but anyone looking at the serene look on Ayoki’s face could tell why.
My apology for sleeping through the morning was waved off. My sleep since leaving here had not been as good without the warm bodies of my wives cuddled against me. In addition, I’d spent a lot of time each night on the return trip making sure the women and our camp were undisturbed and the fire was kept going. Once again, I realized how much closer I’d gotten to my mates. I also realized how long it had been since I thought about my Earth family.
Zurai cornered me after lunch. “Even with so many new women for you to enjoy, I see in your eyes how much we mean to you and how much you missed us,” she said quietly as she stroked my face.
She squealed while I carried her back to the bedroom and squealed longer and louder as I showed her just how much I’d missed her and how much she meant to me.
DAY 35
Feshe provided my wake-up blowjob this morning and I rewarded her by rolling on top of her and fucking her senseless. We still made it to breakfast on time. Barely.
Having taken yesterday off to recuperate, I set out today to accomplish things. I had several women start pulling up more nettles. Zurai showed another group how to mix the clay for firebricks and bricks for the hearth. Then she demonstrated the clay mixture we used for bowls, spoons, and ladles.
While Feshe stood guard, I showed Thila, Ayoki, Ifia, and Lesedi how to use the pistols. By the time we stopped for dinner, I was satisfied that they could hit something close enough to them to be dangerous.
DAY 36
The spirits are kind and benevolent. They waited until I’d finished enjoying Lesedi’s wake-up blowjob to let me know that I’d again won both the highest contestant score and the viewer favorite vote.
I also heard three rounds of Another One Bites the Dust this morning, and realized that I had been here five weeks already. These were also the first contestant deaths that I could remember in almost three weeks.
Thila led a group of women to refill our salt supply. Each woman had ten skin bags roughly the same size as the ones I’d been using that held about two pounds, and a travois to carry them back.
While the other women stood guard today, I showed Zurai how to use the pistol. She caught on exceedingly quickly, either because she was relaxed or because she liked the reward. I rewarded her when she placed a grouping of shots close together, bending her over and fucking her.
I had the men help me start cutting down trees. My gifts last night included ten heavy chains we could use for hauling trees with the horses, two adzes, two double-bit felling axes, two, two-man crosscut saws, two buck saws, two drawknives, two planes, and twenty more steel wedges. Now that I had the means and the manpower, I had some building to do. We also found ten more twenty-gallon soup pots in the kitchen, complete with tall iron tripods.
After breakfast, the women began cutting leather thongs, working with clay, or gathering. Zurai and Feshe guarded the women who were gathering. Thila and Ayoki guarded the men felling trees. I took a dozen women hunting across the river. I insisted that all the women carry one of our flint-tipped spears. For now, we had plenty of khitaa hides so I took down six older aurochs bulls. The women made quick work of my kills; their skinning knives, utility knives, and the hatchets that had been included in the pile of goods waiting for the women I rescued when we arrived were put to good use. When they finished, they loaded the cut-up carcasses onto travois pulled by the Clydesdales. I was grateful that we had so many large stainless-steel pots. It made cooking for so many people easier.
Thinking of the pots reminded me that we needed to make more soap soon, so I gathered hardwood ashes and started making lye. After dinner, I topped off the water in the ash buckets. Right before going to bed, I pulled the plug and let them drain.
DAY 37
A new smiling face gave me my wake-up blowjob this morning and she was smiling even wider when we finally made it to breakfast. I almost fell out of my chair when she went over and sat on her grinning mate’s lap. Biting my tongue, I didn’t say anything before I could talk to my other mates to find out what was going on. They had all smiled knowingly at her when we came out of the bedroom.
I had some of my new mates work with Feshe making rifle scabbards to use while riding. They also adjusted the belt holsters given to the original contestants by the aliens so the women could wear them.
Thila began the soap-making explanation and demonstration, using the lye I made last night. She remembered the proportions we used last time, and would adjust how much salt she used to make more of the bar soap and less of the liquid soap.
The men went back to work logging, and I took Zurai and Lesedi aside, asking about my volunteer this morning.
“They voluntarily joined your village; you’re their chief,” Lesedi said as if it explained everything.
“But ... her mate,” was as much of an argument as I could muster.
Zurai obviously figured out what the problem was. “Dave,” she said softly, “most women in a village have sex with the chief. Sometimes it’s frequently, and sometimes only once a year or so. They do it to curry favor with the chief. If they enjoy themselves, they return frequently. Their mate knows when they go to the chief and appreciates what she does for their family. If she returns frequently, he takes it as a compliment that the chief finds her desirable enough to allow her to return frequently. An especially disagreeable woman may not get permission from the Chief’s primary mate to be with him even once,” Zurai explained.
“And if we had stayed in your village?” I asked Zurai.
“We would have asked whether or not you wanted us to go to the chief,” she answered consolingly. “We discussed it yesterday and are fairly certain you would have said no,” she chuckled.
“And you are all okay with this?” I asked.
“I wouldn’t have sent her to you if we weren’t,” Zurai explained. “The look on her face when she came out made us extremely proud,” she added. Somehow, the three of us ended up in the bedroom again. Zurai and Lesedi kissed each other hungrily as I pounded into Zurai. Seeing the look in my eyes, Zurai pulled Lesedi down for another kiss.
I came shortly afterward, and the girls stopped kissing. “Don’t stop on my account,” I chuckled. “If you want to see how quickly you can get me hard again, use your mouth on Zurai instead of me,” I told Lesedi.
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