The man barely knew what was going on around him, but he knew he was being dragged toward a big gate. He was so groggy, he could barely move a muscle. Those darts he shot at him as he swam onto the beach must have been laced with some sort of poison.
This had not been his best week. He had seen his ship go down because of some undetected coral reef. It went down quickly, but half the crew got onto an inflatable raft. After about two days on the water, the raft sprung a leak. Some of the crew were lost because they couldn't swim, while others were lost because of sharks. However, he saw the island and started swimming with complete disregard of his own life. He escaped the ship and the sharks, but not the darts of the natives.
At this point, he deduced that he was going to be sacrificed to some island god ritual and wished the sharks had gotten him. At this point, the gates opened, revealing some sort of stage with restraints. Now, he blacked out.
Next thing he knew, he was already tied to the restraints. He heard the natives shouting something that sounded like "KONGA!" over and over. It was interrupted on occasion by the sound of a gong. What he saw next would bring him out of his stupor.
First, he felt the ground shake, then the trees fell, then a deafening roar. Through the trees in front of him, he saw the form of a giant nude woman. She was about as dark as the natives with a good figure and thick thighs. Actually, she was quite attractive. Now, he noticed that he was naked and sprouted an erection.
Then, Konga reached out and grabbed him, pulling out of his restraints.
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