4 comments/ 46941 views/ 21 favorites Shipwrecked By: Indigo21 She couldn't walk another step. She was soaked to the bone and the salt from the seawater was making her itch. The cold water was also responsible for her stiff muscles that were screaming for her to stop and rest. But she knew she couldn't, if she stopped she might not get going again. She'd read all the books about survival; if she stopped she would probably fall asleep, if she fell asleep she might never wake up again. Someone has to live around here! I saw the dock earlier. She would have seen the smoke too if the misty drizzle hadn't cut the visibility in half. Of course if she had seen the smoke she would have seen the shore and wouldn't have wrecked her boat. The worst part about it was that no one knew she had gone out sailing. If she died no one would think to look for her for days. The price I pay for running. She continued to walk until her legs couldn't carry her anymore. Her knees buckled and she barely felt the sting of rock scraping at her palms her body was so numb. Curling into a ball she thought to herself, I'm just going to rest here for a minute. I won't fall asleep. I'll be fine in a few minutes and keep going. Just a few minutes...a few minutes became hours. She dreamed of dogs barking and of a man's soothing voice telling her everything was going to be fine, that she was safe. She felt like she was floating, drifting on nothingness. Only to softly land on a bed of feathers that lifted and surrounded her in warmth. She dreamed of fingers of sunshine smoothing over her arms and her back, loosening tight muscles and soothing away fears. She felt like a duck roasting in an oven. Her hand blindly searched over what was causing such warmth. She felt something close to silk against her fingertips. Since touching it felt so wonderful she let her fingers trail deeper into it until she came up against a firm barrier. It felt like skin. But that was impossible; she was alone in the woods. Dismissing it as a dream she decided to go with it. She flattened her palm against the silk and warmth, letting her hand glide over it, trailing lower until she felt something much more coarse. Her fingers quested further to find what felt like satin wrapped around something hard. Curiosity made her hand close around it. "You're in deep water if you keep that up." That voice was too clear to be a dream. Her hand shot up to his chest to lever her self up and look at whom she was draped over. Her eyes met a man's face. He was relaxed, his eyes at half-mast and a slight smile on his lips. "Who?" She croaked. Her voice was hoarse and her throat burned. "Who are you?" "My name is Mark." As he spoke he slowly lifted his hand to brush a lock of hair that had fallen forward, tucking it behind her ear. "What do you remember?" He asked softly. She was vaguely aware that he was stroking her back. It felt right, familiar. She didn't know that he had been there all night stroking and rubbing her aches and pains. Giving her warmth to keep her alive. "A storm came out of no where. I was headed back to this little nitch I'd found earlier to moor the boat. I was going to wait it out and head back to one of the harbours in the morning. I'd started to bring in the sails so I could just motor in. A gust of wind caught me off guard when I was bringing in the Genoa." The expression on her face showed that she was indeed reliving her night of terror. She began to tremble as if cold. "The jib was ripped out of my hands and the sheet wrapped around part of the mast. If I didn't cut it loose I wouldn't be able to bring in the main. I grabbed a knife and bellied my way to the mast. But when I cut the rope the boat pitched." The memories of fear flowed though her, shaking her to the core. She could have been hit in the head and drowned. She had been so lucky. "It all happened so fast! I brought my arms up just in time to block the boom from hitting my head. It threw me over board... after that I don't remember swimming to shore... or how I got here." She looked away from him as she reached for some thread of control. "One of my dogs found you laying unconscious in the woods not far from the house. You were so cold your lips had turned blue. I brought you back here and got you out of those wet clothes and under the covers." He watched her blush as she realized that they were both naked. "The blankets weren't enough so I climbed in with you. You could've died last night." If I don't get out of this bed right now I'm going to end up kissing her. Good way to make an uncomfortable situation worse. My questions about what she was doing out there all alone will have to wait for later... He slid his arm out from under her and slipped out of bed. As he stood up he grabbed the towel he'd used to dry her luscious body off and wrapped it around his waste. Remembering how she had looked in the soft light from the bedside lamp made his blood rush out of his head into his loins. So he wouldn't frighten her he kept his body turned away from her as he spoke. "Well at least now I know how you came by those bruises on your arms." she gasped in shock when she looked at the purple bands on the sides of her arms. "Ah, your throat must be killing you. How about some tea or soup? You must be hungry?" "Umm yeah. That would be great, ah and maybe something to put on?" she watched him with eyes shaded by her lashes. She could see the muscles of his back and shoulders rippling as he moved around. She saw strength and power, and yet remembered how he had gently caressed her. He could really hurt me...she thought. But despite her fears she had to bite her lip to keep from asking him to come back to bed so she could touch him more. He tossed her a quick look over his shoulder and stifled a groan. She looked so damn sexy. Her sun streaked blond locks were in curly disarray around her face. She was biting her lower lip and had a slight flush to her skin. Her hand was clutching the sheets to her breasts. Hmm think of a cold shower Mark. Get it together! "Sure thing. Just give me a few minutes to find something that you won't swim in. I'll be back." And with that he grabbed a pair of jeans off a chair and headed out the door. True to his word he came back shortly. He had a bowl of veggie soup and some tea on a tray, draped over his arm was a shirt of some sort. "Do you have a name?" he asked, smiling at her as she sat back up. Once again clutching the sheets to her breasts. She watched him set the tray on the bedside table before answering. When he looked back at her with question in his eyes, she smiled slightly to cover her wariness. "My name is Arianna." Her voice was quiet, shy but husky as well. Mark smiled at her in response. Staring into his eyes Arianna realized how easily she could trust him. I must have hit my head or something... I don't even know him. God I hope he's not attracted to me... I could never defend myself against him. Mark cleared his throat as he straightened. He averted his eyes and handed her the shirt he had found for her. She hadn't done such a good job of covering herself; a dusty pink nipple teased him from a fold in the sheet. His mouth started to water. At least his jeans covered some of his bulge. I better hide this better or she'll freak out. Mark walked over to his closet and got out a shirt. It was long enough that it would hide anything that the jeans didn't. When he turned back to Arianna she had put on the shirt. It was almost as bad as having her in just sheets. It was a button up shirt with a collar and she was rolling up the extra long sleeves to her wrists, the top three buttons of the shirt were open. Teasing him to want to look underneath. Silently cursing in disgust at himself he looked away. When Arianna looked up and saw Mark's look of disgust she quickly finished with the sleeves of the oversized shirt and buttoned up two more of the buttons. So much for him being attracted to me, he can't even stand the site of me. It's ok, nothing new to me right. "Um I'm sure you want to eat, and have a shower. The bathroom is just through the doorway there. There are fresh towels in the cupboards. If you need anything I'll just be out here ok?" There was concern in his voice but when he had looked back at Arianna she had looked like someone had punched her. "Thanks. I'll do that." And with that he left and she got over hurt that she had no business feeling. The food and tea helped her throat and stomach. She gingerly shifted out of the bed, her legs still felt like wooden blocks, the muscles tight from the cold. She gritted her teeth against the pain that shot up from her feet as she began to stand up. After a few seconds she attempted the first step. And met the floor with a loud thump. Mark heard a very unladylike curse shortly after a thump. He rushed into the bedroom to find Arianna attempting to push back into a sitting position. He rushed to her and scooped her up. Her body was tense and he could feel her struggling to push away the pain and stop from crying out. He didn't say anything; he just sat on the edge of the bed and cradled her against him. His hands began to knead the coiled muscles of her thighs. He kissed her forehead when she whimpered from a particularly large knot, whispering soothing nonsense to her. After a while he lifted her again and set her on her feet. He kept a firm hold on her until he was sure her legs wouldn't give out. "I'll help you get to the shower. There's a bench in it that you can sit on." He gently guided her to the bathroom and had her sit on the ledge by the tub before running the shower for her. She watched him move about the room, his movements were smooth, no wasted energy. "ok the water should be ok. There's a towel hanging just inside the stall so you don't have to reach far. Do you need help getting in?" "No. I think I can manage now." Her voice was barely a whisper but he still heard her. He crossed the room to her and cupped her chin, lifting her to meet his eyes. "I'll be close by if you need me." He gave into an urge and let the pad of his thumb caress her bottom lip before leaving her in peace. Arianna let out a shaky breath, her stomach had just flipped and her heart stumbled. The shower did wonders for her body, but there were still some very stiff muscles. Instead of her usually graceful walk she was awkward and clumsy. Despite the hot shower her feet were still cold and swollen from the walk in wet deck shoes. She quickly searched Mark's dresser for a pair of socks. They were so big on her feet that she had to roll them down to her ankles to keep them on. The heal of the sock was rolled up with the rest of it. As for the shirt, it came down to her knees. "How very attractive I must look." she muttered to herself as she left the bedroom in search of her rescuer. But instead of Mark she found herself surrounded by two dogs. "Oh aren't you guys cute." She cooed as she bent over to rub and pet, sending the dogs into ecstasy. "Their names are Hizdawg and Idunno." Mark's voice made her jump. He was so quiet she hadn't heard him come up behind her. She straightened and gave him a sheepish smile. "I didn't hear you." She appraised his body from head to toe with a slow sweep of her eyes. "You know for someone so big you're awfully quiet." "I don't need to make a lot of noise. I have these guys to do it for me." He saw the tension in her body and the strain in her jaw. She's probably terrified I'm going to do something to her. "You know, you don't have to be frightened or worried while you're here. I'm a gentleman to the core. You're safe here." He watched her blue grey eyes widen at what he had say. She quickly looked away from him; a slight flush came to her cheeks. She bit her lower lip, trying to keep the laughter welling up in her from spilling out, but it was no good. A bubbly giggle snuck out before she could cover her mouth. Why am I laughing? It's not funny! I should be terrified of him right? But strangely she wasn't. "I'm sorry. I can't help it." she looked back to him with laughter in her eyes. "The thought of you hurting me is like the cow jumping over the moon... just pure nonsense." Her laughter subsided as she took a few timid steps closer to him. Without thinking she placed the palm of her hand on his chest. "I'm not afraid of you. I don't know why, but I'm not." She licked her dry lips before continuing, "but you do make me nervous. I don't know why that is either." Placing his hand over hers and rubbing her fingers with his thumb, Mark felt a sense of relief wash over him. "I'm glad. I don't like the thought of someone fearing me," he spoke quietly. "Did the tea help your throat? If not I think I have some throat lozenges." Ariane smiled. "It'll do for now." Reluctantly she freed her hand from his and began pacing the great room of the cabin. "I don't suppose you still have my clothes? Not that I don't appreciate your shirt, but I need to go find what's left of my boat. See if I can salvage anything. And maybe I could use your phone, call my insurance agent to come deal with this. Get me out of your hair faster." Mark cut off her pacing; stepping in front of her he took her chin in his hand. "You took a beating yesterday. You need to rest. Let me worry about your boat." He felt her breath break as he rubbed his thumb over her bottom lip, swollen from her constant biting. "Let me take care of this, let me take care of you..." She let out a shaky sigh. She couldn't remember the last time someone had offered to do something for her, let alone ask to take care of her. Oh this is bad. I barely know this guy and he's making my heart melt. Her palms were sweaty, and her knees had become jello. She could hear her heart pounding in her chest and wondered if he heard it too. "You know I can actually see your mind working away at your answer. Go back to bed and rest. I'll get what I can from the boat ok? Do you remember where your last heading was?" Mark moved his hand to the nape of her neck, kneading at the tight muscles coiled there. He gave a small tug and Ariane leaned into him so he could use both hands to liquefy the knots in her shoulders. She felt like she was in heaven. "Hmm Mark that feels so wonderful. My whole body aches from the cold still. I never knew I had some of these muscles till I got out of bed this morning." She purred like a cat as Mark smoothed his hands down the centre of her back, circling his thumbs over the knots between her shoulder blades. Mark felt Arianna's body go limp against him. Her hands came up to his chest, fingers kneading him like a cat. Her head was tilted back; pure ecstasy was washed over her face. Oh my god she is so sweet. She is practically melting under my hands. I wonder if I could get her to let me give her a full body massage. He stifled a groan from that thought. Ok time to go... enough torture for now. But the feel of her skin against him was haunting him. He really wanted to unbutton her shirt and run his fingers down her back with out any barriers; maybe a little oil. "You know the tub in there is a Jacuzzi. Why don't you indulge yourself while I'm gone? See if you can loosen up some more." Reluctantly Mark eased up on his massage and rested his hands on her shoulders. She looked disappointed, or was he just seeing what he wanted to see. Without thinking he leaned down and brushed a light kiss over the top of her head. He felt her tremble, heard her breath break again. Ok I'm treading on thin ice here. She is vulnerable, grateful. I'm sure she wouldn't even let me get this close to her if we met under different circumstances. Mark eased Ariane away from him, putting some distance between them. Breaking the intimacy. "The laundry room is just over there. Your clothes are in the dryer still. Where did you leave your boat?" he asked as he let her go. Dazed, Arianna stared up at him, then where he had pointed to the laundry. She had to clear her throat before she could answer him. "Umm, I was on the south west of the island I think... maybe closer to the southern tip. She's the Star's End... if she's still afloat there's a duffle bag inside with my other clothes. In a cupboard beside the nav station is a waterproof envelope with the insurance papers in it. I'll need that to get a hold of my agent." She took a deep breath. "You'll have to open up the engine room, the door is the stairs to the hold. I need to know if any water is leaking into the boat. And if you could..." Mark placed his fingers over her mouth, silencing her. "Don't worry about it... I'll take care of everything." That said he walked over to the doorway, grabbing a gortex coat as he opened the front door. "Feel free to look around while I'm gone. I'll leave the dogs to keep you company. I'll be back in an hour or two." And he was gone. Arianna turned to look at the fireplace in the room. The two dogs had decided to take a nap in front of it and were practically on top of one another. She couldn't tell where one started and the other ended. Smiling she began to look closer at her surroundings. Sunlight streamed in the windows, making the wood glow like amber. There were big comfy pieces of furniture spread through out the room. Warm colours blended with the cool greens of the forest outside. She circled the room, touching things as she went. A sculpture made from soapstone, a silver picture frame that held a snap shot of Mark and some unknown person. There were large pillows off to the side of the fireplace. Perfect for leaning on if you snuggled up to the warm firelight on a chilly night. The fireplace itself was a work of art. The masonry was exquisitely done. The hearth polished granite; the mantle a rich golden wood, oak she presumed. She had a vision of Mark lying in front of it, on his stomach, naked, wearing nothing but firelight and his head cradled in his arms. Arianna saw herself sitting astride his thighs, her hands running up and down the length of his body. Feeling the muscles flex and relax to her touch. As Arianna dreamed of this she felt her nipples harden against the fabric of the cotton shirt. She felt a tug of passion in her stomach, felt it move further down and nestle between her thighs. Startled at the train her thoughts had been on she couldn't help but laugh at herself. "Of all the times for my sex drive to kick in." Arianna made a sound of frustration as she headed to the laundry room to get her clothes and then on to the bathroom. It had been a few months since her painful break up with her ex. She was still licking her wounds from the pain of finding out that someone who once wanted her so much that he would move heaven and earth to please her suddenly wanted to hurt her with that same passion. He became someone different, a monster. The memory of the beatings she had suffered still brought tears to her eyes. "Ooohhh. I will not cry. I've cried enough." She sat down on the edge of the tub, rocking herself, chanting the words over and over until she felt under control. When she was feeling calmer she filled the tub and turned on the jets. She saw that Mark had some candles around the edge, a lighter near by. She picked one up and sniffed at it. "Lang-Lang." She said to herself before lighting them. As she eased into the warm water and bubbling jets she thought to herself that it was kind of strange that a guy would have candles in his bathroom. Let alone ones that smelled of Lang-Lang, an aphrodisiac if she remembered correctly. Mark must be really sensual if he went to the trouble to have these in here. Unless he entertains a lot. Arianna pushed that thought from her mind, for some reason the thought of him with someone else left her feeling unsettled. Instead she let her mind and hands drift, melting away the stress of the last two days. Her thoughts kept drifting back to Mark's hands and the feel of them on her body. Through the haze of her dreams she remembered him touching her arms and back, placing her fingers inside his mouth to warm them. Shipwrecked Six weeks later, her wounds healed, Sophie left England. The schooner, its sails half furled against the storm, lurched and sank sickeningly as it shuddered from the huge force of yet another heavy wave striking its bow. Salt water laden wind keened through the taught ropes, straining against the gale, sending an eerie scream into the dark night while fighting to hold the mast firm and upright. The storm failed to penetrate the warm cabin where Sophie had finally managed to convince the Captain to take more of an interest in her charms. Wherever she went now, she felt she needed protection, and her broken nose attested to her fears. Cornwallis had not only raped her, he had taken away some of her beauty with the blow that had broken her nose. Now, if she could still use her body to get that protection, from whoever was in charge, she would. Her bosom swelled voluptuously from within the confines of her tight corset, framed by the satin frill of her low cut blouse. She imagined she would have fitted in well in any tavern, as she had thus teased and flirted with her target relentlessly, brushing herself accidentally against him whenever she could. Sophie fell softly against her new conquest, who was now, she delightedly found, also very firm and upright with desire. Sophie was barely aware of the natural fury of the storm slowly building outside the cabin, as she ran her hand over the hard length of his erection hidden beneath the rough sailors cloth. It was another kind of fury she was planning to build. For his part, Captain Kirk had had grave doubts about this strange and seductive woman. He had heard the gossip but reserved judgement upon her. Her attentions aroused in him a wanton desire it was true, she was as brazen as a whore, yet as sophisticated as a high-society lady. It was a deadly combination. He was, after all, only a working sailor, aging fast in his short lived and hard life. He took his pleasures where he found them, and now he found them here, and this promised to be a real pleasure. He turned to her. Shocked, but excited at such debauched suggestions. “A show you say?” “The best you will ever see…” Sophie purred into his ear, stroking him as she did so. “Just select two of your men, and then let them take her, she will scream and fight but she is a very good actress…she loves it…and you will too…” He considered her suggestion again. He knew just the men to choose, men who had been previously convicted of rape and sentenced to work his ship. He decided with a curt nod to Sophie and went outside. He returned with two smirking, hard looking, rough-hewn men. They stood to one side, lecherously looking over Sophie as she walked out of the cabin to return with a confused Abigail. She left Abigail standing in the centre of the room and returned to the Captain. “Come and sit by my side Captain,” she said to him softly, patting the covers of her bed. He did so with a smile, watching Abigail’s worried face all the while. “Mistress…?” Abigail said in a confused whisper. She deserved this Sophie thought to herself vindictively. She knew Abigail had watched her humiliation at the hands of that bastard Cornwallis, and she had done nothing, pretending nothing had happened. Now Abigail will understand her pain and humiliation at first hand. Sophie ignored her pleading questions and turned to the Captain who then nodded towards the men. They immediately moved and took hold of Abigail, their hands exploring her body immediately, eagerly. “What are you doing? Get away from me! Stop it! Mistress! “Abigail cried as she twisted and turned, desperate to get away from them. She screamed for help, but saw no help, only a cold stare and evil smile from her mistress. She had been lured into a trap, she knew. As the men pawed at her breasts crudely, a deep and dark heat enveloped her as she realised her intended fate. For so long she had watched and never once participated. Never once had the dangerous lust of men descended upon her as they had descended upon the lustful Sophie. But not like this, not like this. She struggled as much against her bodies desire as against her conscience. Sophie meanwhile, snuggled up against her Captain, her pleasure at Abigail’s distress warmed her heart as her hand searched for and released his ever-growing erection from within his course rough pants, stroking his hard member languidly as they both watched the rape of Abigail. Sophie leaned close. “I think you, as Captain, well, I think you should be the first to take her…” she whispered into his ear, watching him lick his lips at her suggestion, his eyes glued to the men hungrily stripping the struggling girl. “She sure puts on a good act…” he mumbled. “I told you she was good…” Sophie murmured into his ear as her hand all the while slowly moved erotically over his exposed erection. The men had removed most of Abigail’s clothes now, their rough hands pawed at her naked breasts and firm buttocks as she continued to fight them futilely. As one held her, the other released himself, his erection springing free from his loose sailors pants, as he moved towards her. Abigail screamed again, her eyes fixed on the glistening head of the man’s eager cock approaching her, her wails fighting the keening howl of the storm outside the cabin. “NO!” the Captain suddenly shouted, and the men stopped immediately and turned around. “No, I will take her first, then you two can do what you like!” The men scowled at him, but stood aside, holding Abigail up against the hard wood panelling, one on each side, holding her open for him, whilst stroking their own hard cocks. He moved quickly forward and stood between her legs, then buried himself in one harsh thrust deeply into her. Abigail wailed at his sudden rough intrusion into her body, but could do nothing to stop him as his cock burst into her, again and again, stretching her vagina wide with his thick fat girth. She clenched her eyes shut at the shock and pain. When she opened her eyes again, she saw her mistress wrapping herself around the man raping her, her eyes gleamed with triumph as she looked into Abigail’s face, as she helped him to fuck her, her fingers guiding him as he thrust into her, as she also pushed her fingers into Abigail’s wet cunt, finger fucking her alongside his thrusting cock. It was revenge Abigail realised, seeing the hate upon her face. One of the men holding her went behind Sophie and thrust his own engorged cock into her wetness, Sophie’s eyes widening with pleasure at his sudden intrusion. The second man moved behind Abigail and she now felt his cock push between her legs, push at her ass hole, seeking entrance. It slowly forced its way in, opening her ass to its width, and then suddenly with a shock of pain, he pushed past her sphincter, burying himself inside her. Now Abigail could feel the hard width of two thick cocks moving inside of her, and Sophie’s fingers all the while dancing between them, guiding their cocks fucking her. Then the room tilted, tilted further, throwing the man from her body as they all began falling towards the opposite wall. The ship was rolling! Cold water burst into the room and an inky black cold obliterated everything. The tent walls flapped and rustled a little harder under the building wind. Around the cluster of tents, camels, their legs shackled, lay hunched together against the biting stinging of the wind borne sand. Inside one of the largest tents and comfortably protected from the harshness of the exterior, a single Arabic oil lamp glowed. The small flame was buffeted slightly by gently intruding draughts, and the light flickered, casting wavering light through the serrated patterns of the brass holder in intricate moving patterns upon the inside surface of the tent. The patterns also swept over the naked bodies reclining upon the luxurious cushions that formed the floor of the tent. They seemed to accentuate the sweep of the rolling shapes that lay tightly together, shaped to each other. Two ebony black young Nubian women lay curled into the body shape of a fair skinned man that lay between them. They could have been asleep, but they were not. They were moving almost imperceptibly, against each other. A fair skinned hand stroked the glossy black body of the woman to his front, joined in its exploration of her body by another, far darker hand, from the woman behind him. Her long slender fingers caught and stroked his, entwining her fingers with his, before moving on to smoothly run over the other woman’s skin. It then trailed over them both, reaching teasingly down along both thighs and legs, returning sensuously, slowly, back up to the neck and face. The woman in front moaned softly, pushing her hips back at him as he slowly moved deeply within her. He took each firm breast within his hand, stroking each with the palm of his hand, rotating and dragging the hard skin of his hand over the softly erect nipples and warm flesh. The softer fingers of the woman behind him took the woman’s breast also in her hand, and so they alternating with each other, her softness contrasting deliciously with his calloused skin. She moaned deeply at their attentions, and then clasped her hands over theirs upon her breasts as she suddenly came in a keening orgasm. He stopped moving inside her, letting her move her body as she wished upon him, taking what she wanted of him, as she continued her climax. Eventually, he felt her relax, the warm and tight vaginal spasms upon his buried cock lessened, eased. The woman behind him, sensing her pleasure had passed the peak, slipped her hand down between them, finding the base of his still buried cock, pulling him slowly out of his lover, her lover, her friend. She pulled him onto his back, his hardness springing clear and lying thickly erect upon his stomach. The air, though warm, still felt cold upon his wet penis as it lay throbbing with his unfinished desire. The Nubian woman behind him straddled him then, taking hold of his cock firmly in one hand, guiding the tip of him to her denied heat. She expertly held him, just touching her wetness, making him squirm under her touch, as she drew his swollen glands along her sex, denying him for a moment her inner depths. She watched his face in the half-light as she tantalised him, and felt him thrust up eagerly, but she only allowed him to gain entry to her slightly, the flared purple head of his penis pushing inside her soft folds only to the thickness of its ridge. She rose up on her long slender legs, beyond his reach, as he groaned at being denied her enveloping heat again. Hearing him groan, she then took him forcefully, quickly letting her weight fall upon him, enveloping him fully, heard him shout out at the sudden deep and fierce capture of his penis. She rode him with abandon then, her pent up and long denied passion given full reign as she ravished him with her body. She felt herself climax, and climax again, and yet again as she rode him to his climax. It was not long before he shouted out his orgasm and he emptied himself deeply into her, as she milked him of his essence fully. Only then, passion spent, did they hear for the first time the terrible tearing sounds of breaking timber above the crashing surf and keening gale. The wetness caressed her body, moving from her lips down over her breasts and along her legs, before returning to repeat the same gentle caress once again. It was a nice dream. It was a shame to wake up. Sophie opened one eye and saw a foot on its side standing in sand. No, it was not on its side, it was she who was on her side, lying in the sand, the surf washing up against her, the foot belonged to someone standing by her head, and then all at once the confused memories of the shipwreck came flooding back before she slipped back into unconsciousness. It was no dream. Abigail lay on her back in the surf staring at the blue sky and the harsh sun glaring down upon her. She was alive she dimly realised. A shadow fell across her and she felt herself lifted up and carried away. She was too confused and exhausted to make any sense of anything. When next she awoke it was dark. An oil lamp flickered in the corner. She could make no sense of her surroundings. A face swam into view, a strangely familiar face. She sat up with shock and threw her arms around Thomas, her lost love who had been banished by her mistress so long ago. How could this be? She didn’t care, he was here, he was here now, and that was all that mattered. After a long time, she talked and talked, pouring out her grief and unhappiness under her mistress. She told him everything and he listened, never once interrupting her. And then she slept. When she awoke, it was his turn to talk. And she listened in awe to his tale. How he had fallen in with thieves and bandits, how he had survived and thrived to where he was now the leader of this faction of outlaws, living in this harsh environment between the sea and the desert. This was now his life, the Thomas she knew from London was long gone. But a part of the old ‘him’ still remained she saw. A part of him still belonged to her, she was sure of it. The herbal medicine she had been given sent her back to her dreams and he stood up as at last as she slept once again, recovering her strength. His two Nubian women had attended her every need, but had recognised the bond between Thomas and this new white woman that lay sick on the bed. They looked at each other nervously, but Thomas reassured them, this new woman would join them as another of his wives, but they would remain also. They accepted this as natural. Abigail recovered quickly, and in three days was almost back to her normal self. “What happened to the crew of the ship, and to Sophie?” she asked Thomas at last. “Come with me” was all he said. They walked out into the heat of the afternoon. Thomas showed her his kingdom. He took her along the beach, leaving the dessert behind the tall cliffs that reached towards the sky above and behind them. They came to a narrow cliff fissure that opened out to the sea from the darkness within. They then entered this gloom; past serious faced and heavily armed guards that protected its entrance, back into its deep seclusion, hidden from any prying eyes. This then was his kingdom, in caves and tents around this remote place, he, his men and their women, lived. Abigail cried out a strangled scream and turned, tried to run, but was held by Thomas. Once her eyes had adjusted to the dark, she instinctively had tried to run from what she had seen - the dead eyes of heads speared upon stakes driven into the sand at the entrance. And she had recognised them. Recognised the now very dead Captain and the two men who had begun to rape her aboard the ship. “Here, it is my justice, my law.” Thomas told her frightened face. “And Mistress Sophie?” Abigail asked in a whisper. “She is being well looked after…at least for the moment” he added darkly. And she was. Inside a luxurious tent, four dark skinned Nubian women were attending to her every wish. They were bathing her in a large fresh water tub, washing every part of her body though rally and intimately, all the while being offered and fed sweet cakes and fresh grapes and dark wine Unable to communicate with the women, Sophie had allowed them to cleanse her and relaxed into the luxurious attention she was being afforded. She had recovered quickly from the trauma of the shipwreck, being basically unharmed. Now she felt more herself, her confidence returning. The women smiled at her and reassured her. Unlike Sophie however, they knew her fate. Sophie was stunned to see the Abigail walking towards her with a tall, bronzed and powerful man at her side. Her astonishment was complete when she recognised that this man was non other than Thomas, her former servant and the lover of Abigail that she had banished from her household all those years before. The sight was so extraordinary; she felt her jaw drop and for once was completely lost for words. The sight made Thomas smile inside, but his features remained stern. “Mistress Sophie” Thomas said softly “It is, if not exactly a pleasure to see you again, it is at least going to be satisfying” What he said and the way he said it sent a shiver through Sophie. She gathered herself as best she could. “Who is in charge here?” she told him imperiously, returning to her natural tone when dealing with a servant. “I am, Madam” Thomas said tonelessly. And the way he said it, with deep and quite assurance, made Sophie shrink a little. She said nothing more as they each regarded the other. Then Thomas said something in Arabic to the women, before returning his gaze to Sophie. “I have instructed them to provide you with anything you need, anything apart from your freedom, here you are my servant!” With that, he took Abigail by the arm and led her out of the tent and away from Sophie, who could only stare and wonder what fate had in store for her here in this strange place. After washing her, the women led Sophie to a softly quilted area, and laid her down naked. The water on her body was cooling, a relief from the heat outside. The women sat around her, gently drying her with soft towels as a large and completely hairless Nubian man came towards her holding something that glinted in his hand. It was a blade. Sophie felt a rush of fear and started to get up, but the women held her tightly down. The Nubian came towards her a slight smile upon his features. He had a job to do, and he was going to enjoy his work. The women spread her legs, opening her to him. He knelt between them, then reached towards her sex and moved his hand over her mound. Sophie felt the wetness immediately as the foaming lotion lathered up under his hand. Sophie realised with relief that he was only going to shave her. It tingled and excited her, taking away her fright in an instant as he massaged the cream around her now swelling and sensitive lips. She laid back and allowed the new sensations to sweep over her. He seemed to ignore her most sensitive areas, treating her all over with the same intensity. His large hands rough yet very delicate. It made her tremble; she wanted him to touch her now. The women smiled at her, recognising the distant look that had crept into her eyes under the Nubian man’s attentions. She arched her back, eager now to be touched, to be pleasured, but he continued to work and soften her hair, tantalising her as he did so. Then he stopped, dried his hands and picked up the blade and showed it to her. Then began to shave her. The cold blade sliced across her skin, removing her hair bit by bit. She trembled under the blade as it sliced across and over her burning sex, her lips swollen and sensitised by his massage. It was a kind of torture that gave no relief, yet Sophie craved its diabolical continuance. He worked her expertly, moving the silken folds of her sex apart with his thick blunt fingers with an unbelievable delicacy, her wetness aiding his blade as he shore her expertly smooth. She could feel the small erection of her clit painful in its hardness, untouched and desperate for attention. He very carefully avoided it. He moved all over her, shaving every part with care and precision, every part of her body was removed of any vestige of hair. It took time and great care to avoid even a single scratch to her skin. Sophie could not have cared less. She simply wanted release from this erotic pain. That would not be provided however. Her hands were bound above her head when the Nubian had finished, leaving her to pant her frustration, denied the opportunity even to bring herself to orgasm, her climax so close, that even the merest touch, would have sent her over the top into ecstasy. Shipwrecked Abigail, was taken to another tent, and was attended in the same manner, though Thomas was also by her side, and received the same attention. Here they were both cleansed, shaved and massaged with scented oils, leaving their skins glowing with heat and sensuality. That night, Sophie was presented to the warriors. Thomas and Abigail watched from a half open tent as Sophie was led past a line of burning torches, her body wrapped in a gossamer silk, the cloth wrapping itself around the curves of her body in the slight evening breeze, emphasising her breasts the coolness teasing the nubs of her nipples into hard erect points. The chanting and drum beat ceased at her appearance and she was led amongst them in silence. Over a hundred warriors were gathered, the excitement of the moment hung heavy in the humid air. They slowly gathered around her, studying her. Hands reached out, touched, felt, and probed. The silent crowd slowly engulfed her. Thomas drew Abigail to him where he sat in crossed legged nakedness. His hard erection stood proudly hard against his smooth stomach. She wrapped her arms around his head and kissed him, her tongue pushed past his lips, pushed past into his warm mouth, then each tongue danced against the other, fighting and tasting. He took her tongue and sucked it hard, tasting her. He pulled her down, not breaking the kiss. She settled into his lap, finding his erection hard and searching for her sex, finding her moist and ready for him, his penis slid into her with a deliberate ease and sensual slowness, as she wrapped her long legs around his waist. He felt her warmth clasp him tightly as she felt his hardness enter her body deeply and fully. They stayed imbedded in each other, unmoving. Yet even though they were motionless, still she could feel his penis pulse inside her from his heartbeat, as he also felt her own heartbeat wrap around his cock in waves as her vagina gripped him. They were at last joined. A cry went up from the warriors gathered outside, they had been waiting for this moment, for the moment when their chief had finally entered his woman, had given them the freedom to enjoy his gift to them, this white woman, prepared so carefully for them to enjoy. Thomas and Abigail made love to the cries and shouts of the men as they took Sophie in their lust, took her as they wished, without regard to her needs or wants, took her as they wanted, using her repeatedly in whatever way they could. They would us her the whole night. Thomas moved inside Abigail slowly, lifting and squeezing her buttocks as he lifted her repeatedly up and down over his erection. He broke their deep kiss, drawing breath in a gasp, then moved his lips down her neck to envelope her breasts, taking each of her stiff erect nipples into his mouth, tasting her, consuming her, taking her full firm flesh deep within his sucking mouth. Her head tilted back, hugging Thomas to her breasts, Abigail’s moans mixed with the cries of the men outside, driving them both to a new hunger, their long wait to consummate there love at last given full reign. He drove into her with an urgency he had rarely know, and she responded just as eagerly, forcing herself down upon him, taking him as deeply as she could, wanting him fully inside her. Faster and faster they drove at each other, their cries competing with the animal lust of the warriors outside. They came explosively together, his orgasm flooding and washing into her as she rode the waves of his orgasm with her own contractions pulling and draining him of his love utterly and completely. They lay panting and exhausted against each other, the whoops and cries of the lust enraged men outside washing over them. “Thomas… they will not kill her… will they?” “No, they will not kill her…she may die, many women have before...but they will not kill her deliberately,” he told her softly. “If she survives, she will be treated with respect, and be fully a part of the tribe” Abigail shuddered. This was a very different world she now had to adjust to living within, and a very different man that she still loved. She wrapped herself around Thomas, and began to love him once more. That is the final chapter, I always welcome comments. Thank you for taking the time to read this story. Shipwrecked This is my first attempt at storytelling, so be nice. Story is fictional though based on actual characters and their circumstances. Material is copyrighted. I have never been comfortable with flying. It is a form of travel that I will not do. So when the chance came to go to Australia some six years ago, ship travel was the only option. Ship travel has some nice advantages over plane such as on board entertainment and all the shops and conveniences of home. There are four of us, this kind of vacation was a once in a lifetime trip for us. My wife Constance of twenty years, my son Andy who was fourteen and my daughter Rose who was twelve set out on our voyage expecting to have a wonderful time and to be home in a few weeks. That is when the trouble began. Most cruise ships avoid ocean storms unless they are not considered severe. Our cruise ship was no different in this respect. When we cruised into a storm on our fifth day of the cruise I was not concerned and did not see it as a dangerous situation. The ship was traveling along with no real signs of stress and we took advantage of the storm to hold up in our cabin and relax for a while. It was while we were relaxing that I heard what sounded like an explosion and felt the ship shudder. To this day, I do not know if this was related to the storm or was a separate situation. The captain issued the abandon ship order over the loud speakers. We made our way to the nearest life raft and followed the directions we had received about inflating and entering the raft. The ship was sinking faster than I expected and we barely got the raft afloat before the deck we were standing on slipped below water. We managed to climb onto the raft and began looking for other survivors. We saw other rafts floating but could not make our way to them for the storm. The storm was not severe for our ship but was very turbulent for a life raft. It was not long before we could not see any of the other strobe lights blinking on the other rafts. So it was just my family and I on a raft built for about sixteen people. There was enough food and water to keep us going for about two weeks. According to the ship staff that instructed us as to how to inflate the raft, there was supposed to be a rescue beacon on the raft. I do not know what happened to it but apparently it did not work for no rescue vessels ever came. We drifted for two weeks on the currents of the sea and had no idea where we were or where we were going. The food and water was running out and I was starting to think we would die on the raft in the middle of the ocean when Constance spotted land. We paddled toward the shore with the oars that were part of the equipment of the raft. I was never so relieved to be back on solid land before. We drug the raft ashore and then began to survey the area to see if we could locate some help. We stayed together to avoid having anyone get lost. It did not take long for us to figure out that we were on an island roughly a half by three fourths mile in size. Fortunately, for us there was an abundance of vegetation and life on the island. However, there were no signs of human habitations except for the trash that washed up on shore from who knows where. So there we were on an island that no one bothered to settle with just the four of us. The first order of the day was survival. We began harvesting plant life for food and building shelter from the downed limbs we found on the island. As time passed we got better at catching marine life to provide protein to go with vegetation that we were eating. We were all somewhat heavy when went into the rescue raft but as time and struggle continued we all became very thin healthy weights. You might say that we were experiencing the perfect weight loss program. The years melted away without any one showing up or any sign of ships that we could hope to have spot us. This is when the real story begins; It had been six years since we pulled ourselves into the raft. We had become very good at providing for ourselves and even found that we had time for leisure. My children were now twenty and eighteen years old. They had turned into beautiful young people with no one around to help with the natural issues that come with physical development. Add to that that we had long since worn our clothes out and had become basically nudist. Oh, we tried to cover our shame with plant life and the like. But we might as well have been naked as most everything was visible. I suspected that the kidy had to take matters into their own hands when the urges became overwhelming. As for me and my wife, we never looked better and our sex life was considerably better on the island than it had been back home. I felt like I had my newlywed wife and her figure again. I enjoyed playing with her like a new toy just as I had when we were first married. The lost weight had caused her breast size to go down but had the additional effect of making her breast perkier. My daughter had turned into a real stunner. She had developed a very athletic build on the island and had all the right curves in all the right places. She did not have the mature build that my wife did but the delicious tightness of a young woman. My son was very muscular and was as handsome as my daughter was beautiful. It was at this time that the trouble began. I was wondering the woods when I came upon my daughter giving my son a blow job. He was thoroughly enjoying himself when I walked thru brush and startled them and myself. They immediately stopped what they were doing and could not look me in the eye. Since there was no way I could ignore what I had seen I asked them how long this had been going on and how far they had gone. They explained to me that they had been experimenting for a couple of years but had not had actual intercourse as they were afraid of pregnancy. I tried to look at this in a realistic way. I understood that their urges were very natural and that there really was no one else around to find release with. However, I was also aware that there was no medical help on our island and that their mother had difficulty with her delivery of both my children. I explained this to them and told them they could not have intercourse under any circumstances as that it could put Rose in great danger if she got pregnant. Even if they tried withdrawing before ejaculation she could still get pregnant. My son explained that he had seen my mother and I having sex many times and wanted to know why the same rules did not apply to she and I. There was real hurt in his voice and I felt real guilt that he was in such a circumstance as this. I explained that I had a vasectomy right after Rose was born. Also that Constance, his mom had a hysterectomy within one year of Rose's birth making the vasectomy a mute point. For this reason, his mom and I could have an abundant sex life without worrying about pregnancy. This seemed to answer his question although it did not satisfy him or the situation. I told them to continue with oral and self gratification if they must but never engage in vaginal intercourse. I also told them that they should be discrete as possible as I was not sure how their mother would react. A couple more months went by and I wondered how things were going for my children. I was concerned that curiosity might get the best of them and we would have an unwanted pregnancy on our hands. I chose to tell my wife about what I had seen and about the conversation. She was not at all surprised. She said that she expected there would be some exploration as their adult urges were completely natural. She was also concerned about the chance of pregnancy and the danger that this would create in our shipwrecked lifestyle. We left the conversation at that, hoping the children would do the right thing. Meanwhile there sexual tension seemed to be palpable. Somehow I knew we were reaching some kind of critical mass. It was at this time, Andy asked for a family meeting. I was afraid that he was going to inform us that Rose was pregnant that they could not resist the urge to experience real intercourse. Instead, they seemed very calm and logical in their mannerisms and conversation. Andy said, "You both know that we are full grown adults and we have full grown adult needs." Constance and I nodded our heads as he continued. "We are the only unmarried male and female on the island. We cannot have vaginal sex as Rose might get pregnant. A risk that we cannot take. Rose and I have discussed this at some length and we have come to a decision that we need your help with." Constance and I looked at each other quizzically. We wondered where this was leading. Andy continued, "Rose and I have resisted the urges about as long as we can. At this point we need to have real sex as any adult should. It occurred to us that you, dad, cannot get anyone pregnant and mom cannot get pregnant. The logical conclusion to us is that dad should have sex with Rose and I should have sex with mom." As you might expect this suggestion came as a bit of a shock to Constance and I. We simply did not connect the dots as the kids had and were not prepared for this kind of suggestion. Being your normal man, I immediately looked at my daughter to assess the question at hand. She is very pretty with red hair and an attractive face. Looking on down I realized that she had about C cup breast that were tan and delectable as is normal for a girl her age. Her breast defied gravity and just asked to be suckled. I assume my son had done just that often over the last couple of years. I continued looking down her body following her thin waste as it began to flare back out to her nearly perfect hips. Continuing down, I saw her read bush and how delicious it looked. By this time I was about half erect just from the thought of and inspection of her body. I noticed that her labia were distended and that she was ready for sex just having discussed it. I looked back up to her eyes and they were almost pleading me to agree. However, I was not sure how my conservative wife would react to this suggestion. Was she repulsed, would she hate me if I even looked like this was something that I would go along with? I looked over and realized her eyes were traveling up and down Andy's toned body as well. I wondered if she was having the same thoughts that I was. What middle age person has not fantasized about having a young toned twenty something body to enjoy? Perhaps women have the same fantasy life as men. Neither of us wanted to appear too anxious to pursue Andy's suggestion. Constance looked at me and I looked at her. Finally Constance said, "It is unorthodox but I cannot think of a better solution." This seemed to be as much encouragement as the group needed. I asked, "Are we all sure that we could handle the emotions that would come along with this experience? Constance would still be my wife and she and I would still be the parents and expect the respect that comes along with those titles." The kids anxiously told us that they could handle the physical and emotional strains that might be caused by such adult exploration. This seemed to be the assurances that everyone needed. With that, I decided it was time for action. By now I am fully erect. I reached out for my daughter who immediately met my embrace. Our lips met as our embrace was made. I felt her breast and her curves as they met my body. My penis was trapped between her and me. There was now no doubt that I was excited by the contact and the idea of contact between me and this remarkable young woman. As we made out, I ran my hands down her back and began to massage her perfect ass with my hands. As nice as her mom's ass was it could not compare with the youth that was now in my hands. As we necked I opened my eyes just long enough to see that Andy was at about the same point with his mother as I was with his sister. Andy actually had one hand up to my wife's pussy and had inserted a couple of fingers into her. She was enjoying every minute of the experience and I knew her well enough that she was not going to have much more of this before she threw him down and humped his legs off. I closed my eyes and went back to the action at hand. I took one of my two hands off of Rose's butt and brought it around to her chest. Her nipples were fully erect and I gently cupped them with my hand while still cupping her ass with the other. At this point she reached for my cock and began stroking it while I continued my assault on all her goodies. I lowered my mouth from hers and traced down her neck and down her chest until I reached one of her nipples. I had always been a breast man and really enjoy suckling a great set of tits. These were really great tits and I enjoyed the new experience of a new set of breast. Rose's stroking of my cock increased in speed as I nursed her breast. While I suckled her breast I reached down with my now free hands and reached between her legs. I was surprised by how wet she was. Normally I would orally gratify my wife before ever entering her vagina with my penis. Rose was so excited that as soon as I touched her clit she exploded in orgasm. Lack of experience had resulted in a quick release. I laid her down on the ground and moved between her legs. She looked at me with pleading in her eyes and without words being said I knew it was time. I took one quick look over at my wife and son who were already engaged in vaginal intercourse. Constance looked to be having a great time and I could tell that Andy would not last long as this was his first time of experiencing the velvety pleasure of an actually vagina. I looked down at my daughter with a look of are you sure and she looked back at me with a look of acknowledgement. I slowly moved my penis toward her labia. I knew this would be her first insertion and wanted it to be a pleasant one. I felt her lips touch the end of my penis and I gently continued to push until the head of my penis was inserted into her lips. Once the head of my penis was in her lips I knew her hymen could not be much further in. Sure enough just a little more push and I was up against the resistance that a hymen offers. I could not help but remember taking her moms hymen the same way 26 years ago. It was at this time that I said, "honey you will feel some pain." I pushed a little harder until finally her hymen yielded to the pressure and I slipped into her vagina. A couple more pushes and I was all the way into her pussy. I paused to let her get used to this new sensation and give her a second to recover from the pain. The blood was trickling out of her vagina onto the ground beneath us. I was not sure if it was time to continue or not. Just then Rose began to thrust back and forth up to me on her own. I figured that it was time to get to work and began gently sawing my cock in and out of her. I did not remember her mother being so tight, so perfect. Perhaps my memory failed to remember just how good it was after 26 years. Now, however, I was fully appreciating how tight she was. In spite of the pain that first penetration had caused, Rose was quickly reaching a climax. I was also excited by the new taboo experience and was also reaching the point of climax. After a few more seconds, we both reached orgasm together. It was the most remarkable sexual experience I have ever had. I looked over at my wife and son and realized they had been done for some time. The evidence of my son's ejaculation was running from my wife's vagina. I looked down at my daughter and the evidence of my ejaculation with a mix of blood running from my daughter's vagina. I could not help but think that my son had a wonderful solution to our quandary. As time went on my wife and I had less sex with each other as we did with the kids. It is hard work to meet the sexual needs of virile young people. It was less than a year later that a ship got close enough to the island to see us. We returned home to a perfectly normal conservative family life. With the possible exception that all parties agreed that our unique problem resolution should continue now that we are home. As soon as my daughter was on birth control, my son finally got a chance to experience her charms for himself. The children now date other young people and are trying to make up for lost time. However, they still make time to satisfy the needs of dear old mom and dad. What a wonderful time of family bonding that took place while we were shipwrecked. Shipwrecked Okay, here is the first chapter of Shipwrecked. It isn't very sexy yet, but I have already started work on the second chapter, and things get pretty steamy so check back for that! I hope you enjoy my story, and don't copy it or anything without my permission. Thanks! Helen * Ariadne woke up suddenly, the burn on her exposed face and arms becoming too hot in the blazing sunlight. She slowly sat up, her body's aching muscles protesting to her movement. She looked around, squinting from the brightness, and realized she was on a beach. She tried to remember what had happened, and suddenly, seeing a few pieces of splintered wood on the sand near her, she remembered! The ship had gone down, she suddenly realized, looking around for other survivors. She saw no one on the beach, and hoped they'd landed elsewhere on this odd island. She got up with difficulty, her skirt tangling around her legs and almost tripping her down again. She ripped it all the way around, leaving it just above her knees, and folded the fabric before she tucked it in her belt. She set off walking towards the cave she saw nearby, and moved faster when she heard noises coming from inside. As she drew closer, she was shocked to see a man and a woman together just inside the mouth of the cave. She couldn't see what they were doing, and she started running, excited to see anyone. It didn't cross her mind until later, that she had been the only woman on the ship, and it should have set off alarms in her head. But soon as she drew closer, she slowed down when she saw what they were doing. She had heard stories about men and women and how babies were made and those matters, but she had never seen it. The gorgeous red haired woman was moving up fast and slamming down hard over the man's pelvis, and they were both making loud sounds of pleasure as they moved and he cupped her breasts. Ariadne didn't know whether to approach them, or run in the opposite direction. Her decision was made for her as the man put one hand down by the spot the two were joined together and rubbed something there as they both screamed in pleasure and he held her tightly down against him. When they separated, they saw her and she recognized one of her guards, Aeolus. She was frozen to the spot with indecision and Aeolus approached her slowly, still stark naked and his private area was glistening with shiny liquid. "Princess Ariadne?" Aeolus asked, as he walked slowly towards her, his hands out. "Where is everyone Aeolus?" She asked, frightened and embarrassed at what she'd just seen. "The ship went down, Princess. I didn't know anyone else had survived until seeing you now." He explained, just realizing how inappropriate he looked when he got close enough to see her face. He covered himself as best he could with his hands, bowing his head apologetically. She looked at him incredulously and her blush subsided a bit when he covered himself. "Do you know where we are and why the ship went down Aeolus?" She asked, looking up at the sky since she couldn't seem to make herself look him in the eyes. "We must have crashed into some rocks last night. I have no memory of what happened until I woke up this morning in the sand over by that cave, without my clothes and that woman was laying next to me." He admitted sheepishly, knowing it had been obvious what they had been doing. "Where did she go?" Ariadne asked, looking around for the woman that had vanished while they were talking. "I don't know Princess, but I am going to go find my clothes, I think that I see them by the cave. Then we can explore a bit and see if there are others stranded in different areas of this island." He started walking back towards the cave and she followed, unsure what to say or where to look. Suddenly when they were near the cave, someone unseen by either of the two came up behind Ariadne, covered her mouth, and dragged her into the cave until she could no longer see the entrance. *************** Aeolus was busy getting his clothes on and didn't see that the Princess had disappeared. When he was ready, he turned around, ready to apologize again for being indecent and she was gone. He could see numerous other caves around the one he was next to, but he didn't know why the Princess would wander off on her own. Maybe she had seen the flowers that he had just seen and run off to pick some. Their Princess was easily distracted. He headed off to the meadow that lay just beyond the beach and he was passing another cave when he heard a man's yell. Aeolus cautiously crept over nearer to the cave and stood where he couldn't be seen, trying to figure out what was going on. He heard moaning and echoing slapping sounds coming from inside the cave and immediately was concerned about Ariadne's safety. But the yell he heard had been a man's, and so he peeked around the edge of the cave and his recently spent cock sprang up again, as hard as the cave wall next to him. Inside the cave, a man and very small brown haired woman who was clearly not the innocent princess, lay together, the man pounding down into her, panting for breath, clearly close to his end. She was panting as well, taking the deep thrusts easily and begging him to give her more, and as Aeolus watched, she suddenly stiffened and moaned sensuously, legs locking around the man's back, and he thrust a couple more times hard, yelling loudly as he came hard inside her spasming body. The two lay there for a few minutes, catching their breath together and talking quietly. Aeolus backed away and sat on a rock embedded in the sand, waiting and hoping that they would come out and he could see who they were and ask some questions. He was out there for a long time before a clothed man came out of the cave and looked around, squinting in the light. Aeolus recognized his fellow guard Theron, and let out a sigh of relief as his friend saw him and came walking up. "Theron! I thought I was the only survivor!" Aeolus said, clasping his friend on the shoulder. "It appears we are not the only two as well!" Theron exclaimed, and pointed off to another man that was stumbling around confused and had only just come into sight. Aeolus recognized another person from the ship, Ionas. The two men hurried over to the other and all checked each other for injuries as they told their different stories. All three were puzzled to find that each had woken up with a beautiful woman beside them, because they knew the only woman on the ship was Princess Ariadne. None of them had any memory of the night before, but they knew that their ship had sunk. Aeolus looked at his companions, and though Ionas was not his favorite person, he was not his least favorite. The men agreed to head off to the meadow and trees they could see beyond the beach and try to find food and water while they looked for their absent Princess. *************** When Ariadne was released from her captor, she looked around the room and saw a comfortable room in the cave, furnished with many beautiful and soft things. She turned around to see that her captor was a woman! She was outraged that another woman would treat her this way, and the normally soft and gentle Princess curled her hands into fists. "Hear what I have to say first." The woman bargained, flipping her hair back over her shoulders. Ariadne sized up her opponent. She was wearing what looked like a bright blue dancer's costume, all gauzy and transparent, and she had golden bangles around her wrists and ankles. And she was very tall and voluptuous, curving in all the right places. She had stick straight blond hair that went just past her shoulders and intense bright blue eyes that were similar to her costume. "You need to understand first what I am." The girl said, gesturing to herself. Ariadne nodded, as a signal for the girl to continue explaining. "I am a Siren. There are four of us on our island, and we lure men in to satisfy our needs and give the survivors of the wreck a life in near paradise here. Sirens do not age, or have any problems with sickness, or injury." She explained, as Ariadne gave her a disbelieving look. What rotten luck! Ariadne thought, out of all the islands, we had to wreck on this one? "The only thing we ask of these men is that they be available for our needs, should a ship not come by for awhile. They do so willingly, and if they want, they can leave. You can also leave if you choose to do so." She continued. "Then I wish to leave." Ariadne interrupted, and immediately the girl's face turned to beautiful sadness. "If you truly wish to leave our beautiful island, you will die. As you are female, the moment you washed up on our shore, you became a Siren too. If we leave this island, we are claimed by the gods who washed us up here, and we can no longer live. I am sorry, but this life is not bad at all, I prefer it to a life of childbearing and sewing." Zoee said, smiling a little at the end. Ariadne took a moment to think about what her life meant now. She could not be a mother as she had so desperately yearned to be. She could never marry the prince now, as she could not leave. But she wanted to live. "I would like to stay." Ariadne said to the girl, and the girl hugged her hard. "Wonderful! I am Zoee, and you will meet the other girls soon enough. They will be so excited to have another sister!" Zoee bounced with excitement and then started preparations for Ariadne. "First we must find you a home, clothing to wear, and I will show you all around the island!" Zoee grabbed her hand and led the way out of the cave, which Ariadne realized was Zoee's home. "So what is your name sister? We will have so much fun!" Zoee kissed her on the cheek and they exited the cave into the bright sunlight. "I am Princess Ariadne. Well, I guess I'm just Ariadne now." She replied, and Zoee giggled and started showing her all the open caves she could pick from, and pointed out where the others lived. Eleni lived in the big exposed cave where Ariadne had spotted Aeolus. Lydia lived in a small cave, tucked away farther back that was more private. Philomela lived in a cave that had another cave underneath, and you could see carved stairs on the side of the rock below it. Ariadne chose a medium sized cave, a little bit away from the others, with three private rooms hidden inside. It had an overhang in the front, and the front was facing away from the others and towards the ocean. Zoee had her put a marking right inside on the wall. "This marks it as yours, and whatever mark you choose will be yours no matter what, so choose carefully." Zoee instructed, showing Ariadne her own mark by drawing it in the sand. It was a small circle with three lines through it. Ariadne thought carefully, then started scratching away in the rock near the entrance to her home. Zoee inspected it when she was done and applauded her artistic skills. Ariadne had drawn a small lily surrounded by a circle. Zoee then took Ariadne to their big storage area where they kept all the shipwreck things to find clothing and such. They had sunk a lot of big ships carrying expensive cargo. "What is your favorite color?" Zoee asked, rummaging through what looked like a pile of gauze just like she had on. "Pink?" Ariadne answered, and was rewarded with a pile of pale pink gauzy garments. "It is too hot to wear much else here, and the men we wreck certainly like it when they see us." Zoee giggled and grabbed some gold bracelets to put around Ariadne's slender wrists and ankles. "Come on, change. You will feel so much better!" Zoee demanded, and Ariadne blushed at the thought of taking her clothes off in front of this exuberant girl. Zoee rolled her eyes and gestured to her that she should hurry up. Ariadne slowly kicked off her sandals and took off her dress and undergarments, blushing furiously as she tried to figure out how to get the pink gauze on. Zoee helped her out, casually touching her breasts and other parts of her body, to get her outfit to lie properly. Once Ariadne was properly clothed, Zoee took her to meet the other girls on the Island. "Eleni is in charge really," Zoee explained. "She is the oldest, because she was here first. She wrecked and was trapped for years before Philomela came along, and they explored and found out the power that we Sirens have together. But it is the responsibility of the Siren whose been here the least, to train the newest. Thats why the girls got to have fun and I got stuck with you!" She teased, and tickled Ariadne's side. Zoee stopped in the middle of the beach and whistled loudly. "Now thats how you call your sisters!" She explained, and Ariadne swallowed nervously and waited for her sisters to arrive and judge her. *************** As the men made their way towards the forest, Aeolus kept an eye out for any other survivors from the wreck, or anyone at all. He saw no one, and by the time they finally reached the forest, he was feeling a little discouraged. The men stepped into the wonderful shade of the outermost trees and suddenly Theron said that he could hear voices. He set off in the direction he thought they were coming from and the other two men followed him closely. The three men soon burst into a clearing full of other men, walking among buildings and working in a few small fields. One of these men saw them and came over to greet them, looking ecstatic. "Hello! Welcome to the Apollo settlement!" The big man boomed loudly. He gestured to the symbols of the sun that were scattered every few feet at the edges of the clearing. "My name is Elpidios, and I am the leader of our group. There are multiple other groups around the Island, but Apollo must have thought you good men deserved to live within our settlement. What are your names my friends?" Elpidios spoke quickly and loudly, waving his hands around a lot. Aeolus introduced himself and his two companions and Elpidios shook each man's hand vigorously. Elpidios was eager to show them around and began gesturing at buildings when he was explaining them to the men. "The sleeping quarters are in that long building over there, the building for food is the one next to it, our sports field is over there, and those are our crop fields." Elpidios explained, smiling widely at the new men. After he showed them around, they went and got food to eat as he answered all their questions. "Where are we?" Asked Iolas. "Last night they must have spotted you and decided to lure your boat in to crash on the rocks." Elpidios explained, looking grim. "Who spotted us?" Theron asked, not sure he wanted to know the answer. "The Sirens of course. This is the Island of the Sirens." Elpidios said unaffectedly. The three men looked at each other with dismay. They were trapped on this island for the rest of their lives. "We were traveling with a Princess. She disappeared when I wasn't looking." Aeolus admitted, and Elpidios frowned. "Then she is already a Siren. The moment she touched the sand. You will see her again soon if they cannot sink another ship for a week or so. But she can not leave or she will die. Sirens can swim out as far as the coral reef but past that they die quickly." Elpidios explained, as the three men looked at him despairingly. "But it is good here! We are blessed with near paradise and beautiful women from time to time." Elpidios said. The men talked for only a short while more before it started to get darker in the forest, and Elpidios took them to find an area to sleep. Once they had somewhere safe, the three men fell asleep as soon as they laid down. *************** Ariadne was well received and well liked among her sisters. She had met each, and they all were very beautiful. Eleni had a ton of bright red bushy hair, and she was the "oldest" of the Sirens, having been there the longest. She had arrived at the age of 20, traveling with her husband that she disliked, when their captain rammed the boat into the reef and sank it. She was alone for almost a year before Philomela's boat sank as well. Eleni was short but sturdy, standing only taller than Lydia, the smallest. Eleni's color was obviously green, as she wore a green outfit similar to the one that they all five wore. Philomela introduced herself next, standing only an inch shorter than Ariadne. She had come to the island after Eleni, and Ariadne noticed a wicked gleam in her deep gray eyes. Philomela had deep black hair that had a hint of a blue gleam under the sun. She had tied her hair up in a bun with a red tie that matched her red gauzy costume. Lydia was so short and tiny that Ariadne found it hard to believe that they were the same age when they arrived at the island. Lydia had a huge mane of light brown curls that just passed her shoulders in length but was huge in volume. She had purple gauze on, and smiled tenderly at Ariadne before wrapping her in a hug. Ariadne was embarrassed to realize that her nipples were stabbing Lydia in the face almost and blushed brightly. Suddenly the calm was broken as Zoee, being the tallest, spotted a large fancy ship near by. The older girls cheered, and told Ariadne to hang back and watch as they climbed to the top of their respective cave homes. They whistled, waved, giggled, and yelled, but nothing was working to get the ship crew's attention. Philomela sighed, and began to sing in a hauntingly beautiful voice, and the others soon joined her, finally catching the attention of the ship as it turned towards the reef. The ship came closer and closer until Ariadne could make out the faces of the men. They seemed to be in a trance, unmoving as they listened. Until their boat hit the reef. Ariadne saw the whole ship shudder, and she heard the screams as men dove off the deck into the water, finally able to move again. She stood frozen to her spot as the ship started to sink. She knew she should be horrified, but as she watched the muscled men jump from the ship, she felt a stabbing feeling in her stomach, then wetness between her legs. Then the brand new Siren smiled. * If you liked my story, I am already writing Chapter Two, so vote and comment and I will try to post soon! Shipwrecked Waves lapped at the hull of the cruise liner as it made its way sedately across the ocean. On the main deck, leaning against the rail, she stood; breathing in the fresh sea air with her hair blowing gently in the wind. Long, curly and brown it flowed down the back of a flowery sun-dress which outlined a very shapely feminine figure. "Good evening ma'am, may I get you anything?" Jason, part of the cruise staff, approached behind her, admiring his view. He quickly looked up as she turned around, and smiled politely. He himself was nothing special, but since he had started this job a few years back his ordinary frame had grown more toned from the lifting and running around below decks. "A glass of wine would be lovely, thank you" She replied courteously. Jason inclined his head, before turning back to the kitchens. He always liked talking to her. Of course his job had him making polite small talk with all the guests and getting to know them slightly, but he couldn't help noticing his tendency to spend much more time around her than with some of the other guests. Her name was Rachel; she was out on the ship with her aging mother and father, a present from them to her. She had this gracefulness about her, and a warm and pleasant personality which he found intoxicating. Also she so happened to be the most beautiful girl he'd ever laid eyes on. Jason briefly entertained the idea of asking her to dinner next shore-leave, but he dismissed this as fanciful thinking; neither would he be allowed to anyway by his boss nor would she likely want to spend time with a mere cruise ship attendant. As day turned to night the passengers made their way slowly back to their rooms, their cares and worries left far behind in the land they had sailed from. Jason was below decks when he felt it. Or rather, didn't feel it. The boat had stopped moving. Not just in the direction they were headed but it had also stopped bobbing up and down on the waves. He climbed curiously up the metal stairway to the deck and, passing a colleague, he enquired, "do you know what's going on?" Upon seeing his curiosity and concern mirrored in the man's face he continued up the stairs. It was dark, the waves like black ink stained the side of the ship. How is that possible? Have we hit a reef? Many passengers had not noticed anything was the matter, but a few had come up and now leaned over the railing, looking below, puzzled. A great crash shook through the ship. A couple of those unwary tourists who were leaning over the rails were sent overboard. Shouts and screams sounded from those on deck, calling for aid. Another shudder, and the liner started listing to the port side. Jason frantically scanned the sea beneath, looking for telltale signs of rock or even ice, but he could see nothing, only blackness. The screeching sound of metal tearing resonated through the floor as something smacked into the starboard side of the ship, piercing straight through the hull and ripping into the holds and engine rooms. The call to abandon ship came shortly after over loudspeakers all over the vessel. People ran, screaming, to the emergency points while Jason and the other staff tried to calm them, telling them everything would be OK. He could see it in the eyes of the other sailors; nobody knew what was happening, or how much danger they were potentially all in. The first of the three larger lifeboats had been filled, it was being lowered off the port-side as the ship leaned precariously in that direction. The ship suddenly lurched, causing an immediate wail of panic from those on the life boat. Movement, in the corner of his eye, out at sea on the starboard side caused Jason to turn from fussing with frightened passengers. He strained his eyes and squinted hard against the dark horizon. What is that? He could barely make out a black tendril, making it's way slowly out of the sea, arcing into the sky and towards them. It was hard to make out its exact shape - at one point he even thought it was just a cloud or his imagination. Then with alarming speed the tip dove, like a hellbent kamikaze plane, and speared straight through the middle of the main deck, top down. Jason felt his heart jump into his mouth as it gaped open, in a voiceless scream. From the aft of the ship, where he stood, he felt the tremor as the ship recoiled from the impact. "Hurry! Run to the lifeboats! Run for your lives!" There was no more ordered evacuation, there was just chaos. Jason tried to get a better look at the black tentacle, which had wrapped over the side of the ship and impaled itself through the centre, but streams of people kept bumping into him all of them fleeing as far away from it as possible. What is it? "Sir! Please sir, oh my god please!" Jason turned quickly. Rachel's parents stood next to the second main lifeboat, next to a pack of scared tourists pushing each other and trying to jam on board. "Sorry ma'am and sir but you need to leave, immediately, it's not safe" He tried to placate them with, seeing the distress written openly upon their faces. Tears streamed from their eyes as they shook their heads, shouting above the din, "It's Rachel! She's not here! I think she might be stuck in her room!" He looked back at them blankly for a moment. The amount of damage caused to the ship already could easily have trapped some people in their rooms with broken debris and water flooding in. Out of the side of his eye he saw the lifeboat. He wanted nothing more than to jump aboard, shove his head between his knees with his eyes shut and wait it out, relinquish all responsibility and just pray for safety. Gritting his teeth he clenched his fists, tore his gaze from the lifeboat, and sprinted towards the passengers' rooms. I can never just take the easy option can I? As he shoved open the door and stepped through he gasped aloud. His foot had landed in ice-cold water. Taking a deep breath and pushing aside the paralyzing wave of fear which had suddenly seized his heart he dove, swimming with broad powerful strokes down into the corridor. Wistfully he remembered the previous week, turning up at her room following a request from Rachel for some new towels. Jason had stood awkwardly in the open doorway, arms outstretched with the fresh bundle as she stood partially concealed behind the door, wearing only a top, which revealed the glowing colour of her lightly tanned sleek and long legs, up to the thighs. She had taken the towels, winked at him, then closed the door. The memory had remained burned into his retinas for the remainder of that day and all of the next. Jason angled up, swimming across the ship but skyward, as the liner listed. He could see her room now. A large riveted metal beam had collapsed from the ceiling, or been torn through the hallway he did not know, and lay betwixt the door and the opposite wall, one end stuck on each, barring it from opening. The tiniest of bubbles escaped his mouth as he started to feel the strain of holding his breath. He could hear her banging and screaming through the door, and felt a small surge of confidence. The water level was rapidly rising but for now the hallway with her room was not submerged. Jason surfaced, spluttering a little for air, then wasted no time in clambering up. "Rachel can you hear me? Are you alright?" He shouted into the door. "Yes! Yes I'm fine! The door is stuck I can't get out!" She replied, panic edging into her voice. "I'm going to try and open it; stand away from the door, and get ready to hold your breath!" Jason turned back to the beam, and, placing both hands on it, he tried to shove it to the side, so that it would fall unstuck to the ground. It held fast. Strain showed on his face as he leaned into it, grunting slightly with effort. He felt the water reach his feet as the level rose. It slithered silently up his leg, whose muscles were taut with his exertion. As it reached his waist he yelled out, and the bar budged slightly, the sound of metal scraping across metal perforating through the echoes of distant screams and cries. He kept pushing, as the water reached his chest the bar edged more and more. The water crept over his mouth nose and sealed his precious airway shut. With a final effort the bar gave way completely, and the door fell open. He took Rachel's hand and pulled her out of her room. Together they dove into the water and he lead her out. Arms aching, chest already heaving with effort, barely containing that life sustaining oxygen, he swam, checking every now and then to make sure Rachel was behind him. Emergency lights had activated some time ago and bathed them in an eerie green glow from the walls. Jason could feel his vision clouding, red spots arising at the corners of his vision. Finally they rounded the corner, up the stairwell, and onto the deck. Gasping for breath they cheered and hugged out of pure relief, allowing themselves that brief moment of victory and adrenaline induced euphoria in amongst the panic and chaos which was splayed out on deck. "Where are my parents? Are they safe?" Rachel was quick to ask after they pulled apart. "They're on the second lifeboat, it will have been lowered into the water by now; we'll need to head to the last one. They're fine," Jason reassured. The third lifeboat was being filled, most of the passengers had already boarded it; only a handful were still queuing up. For a moment, Rachel slumped her shoulders and relaxed as they headed over, and started to feel safe again. Just then water erupted beneath the lifeboat, a cascade rising in a ring as another huge tentacle rocketed from the deep, tearing through the smaller boat and everybody in it, then slammed onto the deck, this time horizontally across it. Wood splintered beneath it as the already wounded deck gave in, metal snapping from it's weight. "Rachel! Take my hand!" As the ship split slowly in two, Jason grabbed onto the railing with his right hand, the left clutching onto a struggling Rachel, who was scrabbling at the deck as it tilted inwardly. Next to them, strapped to the side of a wall, was a dinghy designed for a small group of people to sit in. Jason hoisted himself up onto the rail, and reached down to help up Rachel. Climbing over he unhooked it from the wall, and it fell to the deck, sliding down to the sea. "You ready? We have to go, now!" Rachel nodded, face tight with exertion. This is a stupid, stupid idea. Jason smiled inwardly, winked at Rachel, then jumped. Crashing into the freezing clutches of the ocean, Rachel fought to the surface, looking around frantically for Jason. He rose moments later, coughing up water. "Come on!" He encouraged, before swimming towards the dinghy which floated a few metres away. Rachel followed, slower; her tight jeans had saturated with water and were hard to swim in. Panic set in and she whimpered a little, arms flailing. She could feel her strength fading. She stopped swimming with technique, the fear causing her to flail violently, splashing and crashing on the ocean waves. Her head went under and she couldn't breathe. This it it. This is how I die. Her arms felt too heavy, her chest bursting. Desperation coursed through her mind. Then a strong arm submerged from above, reaching under her shoulder, and lifting her up. She broke the surface, choking on water, as Jason pulled her onto the dinghy. She lay there, for a moment, too shocked to move. Then she sat up, slowly, taking in her surroundings. Jason was already busy rowing with the small one bladed paddle that was strapped to the side of the dinghy before. In the distance she could see the two other lifeboats. They were heading towards them, but angling slightly towards a group of people treading water, more survivors who hadn't made it to the first two emergency vessels in time. She turned around. Dark pillars slowly slithered up and around the ship, which had now split in two. They encircled each piece, and started to drag them down into the depths. She only had a moment to cry aloud before being brought back to their current situation. The dinghy had started to sink back towards the ship, sucked in by the void of the liner. Then everything went crazy. The arms pulling down the ship suddenly accelerated, as if they had found their grip and remembered their strength. Just like that the ship disappeared beneath the surface, sucking their dinghy in dangerously close, and slightly submerging them, but then just before they were lost in its current, a giant spout of water exploded into the sky from where the ship had been, sending them flying, scattering all the swimming survivors, and lifeboats and the other few dinghies. Losing consciousness Rachel was barely aware of huge monster waves crashing over them time and time again and of Jason shouting, fighting against the sea itself to keep them afloat. Then everything went dark. The sun, its rays heating the bright orange dinghy, woke Rachel; its warmth sapped the moisture from her hair. Hesitantly she sat up, muscles complaining, and bare feet stinging from the hot rubber floor. She had discarded her shoes the previous night before swimming from her room. It felt like a lifetime ago, already. Jason was awake, fiddling with a compass with a concerned look on his face. He was topless, his wet shirt laid out on the wall of the dinghy. He was by no means ripped, but his abs were toned and his chest was broad and strong. She felt some colour go to her cheeks as she looked at him, and turned away. She wondered if he had even rested. It was strange, but the fear she felt when she woke faded a little when she looked round and saw he was still there, watching over her. He made her feel... Safe. Taking in her surroundings, as she twisted round and round, she had a horrible realisation. There were no other lifeboats, no other survivors, no land, nothing. Just water, as far as the eye could see. "Ah, good afternoon, did you have a nice sleep miss?" Jason remarked, humouring the tone he used to take on board the cruise ship when talking to a passenger. She flashed the makings of a smile, before returning to that state of hopeless silence. Looking at her, Jason felt this overwhelming urge to look after her. He knew then in a heartbeat he would do anything to keep her safe. It wasn't just his professional need to care for guests either, he pondered to himself. It was more than that. He took himself back to the situation. He needed to get her talking, keep her spirits up, and get her out of those wet clothes before she caught something. He coughed a little, awkwardly, then began, "Ehhh I'm a little worried about you being in cold wet clothes. Tonight it'll get chilly and if you're wearing them you might catch pneumonia... I - I won't look if you're not wearing anything underneath, I'll just sort of stare out to sea over here. Ehh... Yeah." She decided to relieve his torment, "It's OK I'm wearing my swimsuit underneath still, luckily. I didn't have time to change out of my jeans last night when everything... Happened." She stripped off her top and her jeans, draping them on the side of the small boat. Jason was rewarded with a lovely view of Rachel twisting around in her seated position and contorting, wearing only her bright red bikini. Her tanned white skin seemed to glow underneath it, and he abruptly turned away before any obvious signs of his arousal surfaced. He started talking to keep his mind busy, "Good news and bad news I guess: good news is these dinghies are packed full of emergency dry food, designed to get a small group of people through several weeks, so we should be fine. Also we have a Solar Still, which is used to convert salt water to drinking water, so no worries there too! Bad news is I have absolutely no idea where we are, or where everyone else is. There was a fierce storm last night after.... After that thing attacked... We've been blasted leagues away." Turning back to her, he asked, "How are you, though, are you hurt?" She looked tired as she replied, "I'm fine - just a little worn out." She moved to stand, and as she leant down and put weight on her right arm, she gave out a sudden yelp of pain, and fell to the floor. Jason rushed over, supporting her, and lifting her a little. He lightly examined her shoulder, noting the slight bruising. "I don't think it's broken, which is good, but don't put any strain on it anyway - then it should recover quickly," he said after moving it a little, seeing Rachel wince as he did. "No tennis this afternoon," he continued sarcastically, and getting rewarded with that faint hint of a smile returning to her face. Jason grinned and strode to the back, fetching some food and drink for her. A thought occurred to Rachel, "What's your name? I'm so sorry I just realised I never asked before." "Jason. Jason Gordon, pleased to meet you," he said offering his hand, "and don't worry - really - I was just some unimportant guy working on your cruise ship," he joked. "Well you're certainly important now," she grinned back, shaking his hand, before a sudden awkward silence set in. "Oh - not that I meant - I mean that -" Her embarrassment was cut off by Jason as he chuckled, rubbed her non injured shoulder, and went back to check on the rations. As the afternoon turned into evening they swapped stories and chatted. Jason noted her mood was still slightly sombre but it was far more positive than it had been that morning. She even laughed a couple of times. She told him about her family, living in Scotland; her parents had surprised her with this cruise as a present halfway through her university degree. She was 20, and had always wanted to go travelling around the world and see different countries and sights. She smiled fondly as she remembered her parents explaining to her, "We know you've always wanted to go and experience the world, but we're a little old now to be running from place to place, so we've found a happy medium! Your father and I will sit on this nice boat whilst you go seeing the sights. And the best part is we'll still have family dinners in the evening." A small tear pooled in the corner of Rachel's left eye as she said this. Jason, sitting in front of her, moved beside her, putting his arm around her and letting her rest her head on his shoulder. "Do you think they're OK, my parents?" She asked softly, barely a whisper. "Well, they're on a nicer boat than us surrounded by crew from the ship, chances are they're already back on land," Jason said, giving her a slight friendly squeeze as he did. He then added, nodding to their wet clothes spread out around them, "They've got a roof on their boat too." They stayed like that as the sun set, its red glow casting a mood which starkly juxtaposed with the previous night's panic and dread. Jason sat behind her, his attention back on her injured shoulder, rubbing it gently with experienced hands, easing out the pain. They sat in silence for a while, being swept into the moment, when Rachel spoke up, "I never said thank you." She turned to face him, Jason's hands stopping their work, his right falling to her waist and his left alighting lightly on the side of her injured arm. She continued, softly, "I owe you everything... You saved my life multiple times," then with a gentle smile and a short, empty, laugh added, "And you're still saving me." She looked up into his eyes as she said this. In that moment all those feelings of him protecting her, standing over her, surfaced. Jason pulled her into his firm embrace, wordlessly, wrapping his arms around her, her C - cups pushed against his chest. He was definitely enjoying that feeling. "You don't owe me anything, I was just doing my job," he murmured into her ear. She smiled, her right hand trailing lazily down his back. Shipwrecked "Do you have a girlfriend, back home?" She asked innocently, still folded in his arms. "Emm no, not at the moment, actually," came his hesitant and slightly awkward response. He neglected to tell her of course that he had never had one, having come from a small town in the middle of no-where, and gone straight into work after school, spending all his holiday time looking after his ailing family. He had never really found anyone. Rachel was a little hesitant to continue; what if he doesn't feel the same way about me? It would make for an unbearable death on this dinghy, starving in awkward silence. She too hadn't really had much experience with the opposite sex, having had only one boyfriend during school and having never done anything more than kiss him. "But surely you must meet many pretty girls, in your travels?" She continued, still not having the confidence to tell him what she was really thinking, how badly she realised she needed him. It was a feeling which had started to spread since she woke up that morning, but now it really burned through her like wildfire. "Well there is this one girl." He started kicking himself as he began, mentally. You had a nice thing going aaaaaaaaaaand you can't help but ruin it. She'll realise it's her and then I'll get instant - friendzoned. It's going to happen any second now. Rachel looked downtrodden, and her right hand which was tracing indeterminable shapes on his back slowed, and started just doing vertical lines. "What is she like?" She muttered aloud. Of course he's got someone! It was too good to be true Rachel. "Well she's on this cruise actually, on yours. Or was anyway. She has this amazing smile which I always look forward to seeing whenever I meet her. She has the most beautiful face, and a really hot body, and she is soooooooo out of my league and not interested in me," he added wryly. "Oh I don't think so, you're a great guy! What makes you think she's not interested in you?" Rachel was looking at him now, studying his reactions. Her inner cat was already sorting through the other young girls she had met on the cruise and deciding if they could be the one fitting his description. None so far, unsurprisingly. "Well we've met like six or seven times, and had quite a few conversations." He began. "And?" Rachel interrupted, "And in all that time she never asked my name." The look on Rachel's face changed instantly from disheartened to confusion, and then to pure joy. She grinned, and pulled him in for a deep, passionate kiss. For a minute they kissed, Rachel's tongue diving into his mouth, seeking out that protection and safety she felt whenever she was around him. After, pulling back, she started giggling with relief and from the shocked look on Jason's face. He composed himself, then said, "Well anyway her name is Christine I don't know if you met her or - " At which point Rachel burst out laughing, shouting, "Hey!!" and started slapping his chest playfully. She then added, "and I'm sorry about that name thing are you going to hold that over me forever?" He laughed, and, pulling her into another kiss, said, "I can think of a few ways for you to get even." The kiss, starting off romantic, turned into pure heat as her left hand started to roam down his front, coursing over his abs. Tongue flashing, Jason leaned in over her, his hands caressing over the top of her bikini, taking in the feel of her breasts for the first time. Fumbling, fiddling, he tried to untie the strings at the back, causing it to get more knotted. She laughed again, and, grinning, reached back and took it off herself. The rubber floor of the dinghy had started to cool as the day turned to night, and now was a warm bed on which Jason pressed Rachel into, hands exploring and feeling all over her body. His right hand was behind her neck and he started to rub her exposed nipples with his left. He kissed deeply into her. She moaned quietly when he started this, the new experience sending her crazy. Rachel shoved her right hand straight down the front of his pants, and finding his erect member already rock hard, she put her hand completely around it, marvelling at its size. She giggled a little, and said, "It's really big!" Jason smiled before replying, "It's actually decidedly average compared to most guys, have you never been with a man before?" She shook her head. Jason grinned, and went back to teasing her nipples, and kissing. Rachel was starting to stroke him now, and he couldn't take it anymore. He pulled back from his kiss and moved downwards, ripping off her bikini bottom. He dove straight in with his tongue. She was already soaking wet. He started licking in-between the folds of her pussy, and all over her clit. She moaned aloud again, loudly, her left knee jerking upright and over from its outstretched position. When he felt the time was right, he moved back up, resuming their fiery kiss, their naked bodies intertwined. Rachel was needy, she hungrily sucked up his tongue, and roamed all over him, quickly, with her hands, her chest heaving as her breathing grew heavy. Jason looked down, and using his right hand inserted his tip inside her. Rachel gasped, suddenly. He looked into her eyes, making sure she was ready, then pushed further inside. With every inch he penetrated her, her mouth went wider, until he reached his full length and she pulled him in for another needy kiss. Jason started to fuck her at a slow pace, his right hand grabbing onto one of her ass-cheeks, squeezing it slightly. Then, seeing the want - the need in her eyes, he built up speed. Fucking her fast, he squeezed her ass hard, and cupped one of her breasts. As he went faster and faster her silent moans turned into cries. The feeling was incredible, her pussy seemed to fit so tightly around him, as if it were made perfectly for him. Jason could feel his build up, feel himself getting closer to his release, and could see it in Rachel's eyes that she was ready too. Just as he was about to come he slowed his fast and shallow pace into slow but deep drives, and with his left hand pinched her left nipple hard. The noise as she came was incredible - knowing no one could hear she gave in fully to her release, her juices soaking and seeping out. Jason came a moment later, deep inside her. She could feel his cock pulsating and throbbing still, she had never felt like this before, so full, Jason jammed fully inside her. He leaned in for another kiss, this one softer, more loving than passionate. "Can we stay like this, for a while?" Rachel asked, enjoying the feeling of their unified bodies. Jason smiled, and dragged over the warm blanket he had found as part of the emergency kit around them. "We can lie here like this all night," he said, his right hand gently caressing her face. She smiled, filled with pure contentment, and feeling sated. She leaned her head forwards into his chest, and they fell asleep there, drifting lost in the ocean but feeling found. The next morning they woke to the squawks and cries of birds. Looking up excitedly Jason spotted several flying in the distance. "Do you see them, Rachel?" she squinted into the distance, "Yes, I see them. Are they important? We are at sea, they're common right?" At this Jason smiled, "Yeah but it means there must be land near." It was later that day, after they had eaten some more rations, when they spotted land. Jason began rowing towards it immediately. As they sailed closer they could make out more details. It was a small island, with a small jungle full of lush greenery. A stream trailed into the sea from a raised part. When they reached the shallows Jason jumped out and towed the dinghy the rest of the way. After landing on the beach they walked around the island together, investigating. From what they could see some small game lived in the jungle with plenty of edible fruits and vegetation too. Jason remarked that they couldn't have found a better place to be stuck. Later in the afternoon they began gathering wood. Rachel had the idea to maintain a signal fire on one end of the island; they weren't short of trees to burn. After struggling for a while rubbing small twigs together trying to start the fire, Jason finally succeeded, and the flame sprang into life. As night started to close in they rigged up a makeshift shelter with some of the lighter, more pliable trees; bending the trunks over and tying the upper branches together with some rope which they ripped from the sides of the dinghy. They laid out some of their clothes as bedding on the sand, underneath their shelter, and lay under the warm blanket. The red sunset filtered through the branches above them, bathing them in a maroon and pink glow. Jason lay opposite Rachel, their fingers interlocked between them. "Could be worse. Could be a lot worse." Jason joked. Rachel smiled, then said seriously, "I don't know what would have happened to me if I hadn't met you. I couldn't do this," she gestured to their little shelter above them and the food supply on the beach, "any of this, without you." And with that she leant in and kissed him. "You know what you really couldn't do without me?" He coyly asked, and in response to her quizzical look he kissed deep into her neck, causing her to let out a little involuntary gasp followed by a laugh. Taking off her bikini top he moved down with his kisses, creating a trail over her breasts, stopping to suckle on her nipples for a moment before resuming his path. He leaned in, kissing the lips of her pussy through her bikini bottom, tasting the moisture underneath. Rachel ripped off her bikini quickly, suddenly very hot, desperate for him again and tired of his teasing. She spread her legs and opened herself to him. Slowly, with the tip of his tongue, he started to circle the bud of her clit. She moaned softly as he did this. He pushed in the index finger of his right hand, all the time stimulating, and caressing her clit. As the pleasure and tension built, Rachel rocked her hips, as if trying to have sex with Jason's finger and tongue. She dug into the sand, toes curling, as he bit down slightly on her bud, and his finger delved deeper. He removed his finger for a moment, and went in fully with his tongue, its tip feeling out the walls of her feminism. Seeing that Rachel was close, eyes shut tight and breathing inconsistently, with a bead of sweat trickling down her neck and across her breasts, he resumed teasing and arousing her clit while he inserted his index and middle finger in, penetrating her faster than before, quickly building her to that climax; then on a wave of pleasure, carrying her across. She cried out a little, and gasped at the same time, her right hand clawing down his back as she felt an intense orgasm. He slowed the pace of his hand, and she sat up, pulling him in for a passionate kiss. Hungrily she sought one thing, and eagerly pushed Jason onto his back, ripping off his pants, his member breaking free from its confinement and sticking straight into the air. Rachel smiled at him as she claimed her prize, hungrily plunging its length into her mouth; her tongue tasting and fondling its side. Pulling her head back a little she began to move her mouth up and down the shaft. Rachel looked up, into Jason's eyes; she loved seeing the look of pleasure on his face, and it spurred her to go faster. Jason felt the tip graze the back of her throat as she tried to deepthroat the full length. Rachel made some small gagging sounds, and he started to rock his hips, fucking her throat. The sensation was too much, and he didn't last long. He pulled back slightly, resting his tip on the flat of her tongue as he came, hot sperm shooting into her mouth. She licked his dick clean, and swallowed. Lying again in each others' arms they relaxed, feeling a little safer on their island than they did the previous night, and hopeful of rescue. The next morning Jason woke a little late, seeing Rachel already up and tending to the fire, still naked from the previous night's amorous activities. Seeing him, she walked over, lying on him, her leg draped across his, and chest half resting on his. Noticing the very obvious rise underneath the blanket coming from Jason's hips, she spoke up, "Look I've been thinking, I don't want to get rescued and find myself pregnant... I remember we didn't use a condom the other day." At this Jason nodded, then replied, "Yeah I was thinking about that too - we can still have sex, I just can't finish inside you." At which she smiled, then with that look in her eye again said, "I was hoping you would say that." Throwing aside the blanket, she carefully positioned herself over him, her pussy already wet with anticipation. As she impaled herself on his erect penis Jason groaned. "I want to wake up like this every day." His hands rested firmly on the sides of Rachel's hips, guiding them. She placed her hands on the sand as she enveloped his full length, and started bouncing. As Rachel increased her speed her breathing became heavy, her breasts starting to glisten with sweat. Jason squeezed her ass with both hands, and helped move her up and down his shaft. Then he had an idea, some primal want. He sat up, kissing her in an extended, heated, very much aroused kiss, and pulled out. "Please... I need it." She intoned, lost in Jason's kiss. He moved behind her and pushed her forwards a little, so she rested on all fours, her tight butt protruding invitingly towards Jason. He knelt, and pushed her lightly to the ground, so that her breasts pressed into the cool sand and her pussy pointed straight up at him. Knowing how badly she wanted it Jason teased her, moving the tip of his cock around the edge of her pussy, never quite going in. She moaned - a frustrated, sexually charged moan - and he slapped her butt lightly with his penis. Jason enjoyed the torment, but he relented, and slid the tip inside. Resting both hands on Rachel's behind Jason thrust into her, carving into the folds of her sex, and claiming her. She cried out in ecstasy, as he really gave it to her; harder, faster than ever before. Whether from the recent tumult of emotions - the stress of the previous days contrasting with the relief at finding sanctuary, or from just from raw animal lust, Jason pounded into her, owning her. A part of Rachel loved the feeling, the feeling of being dominated, controlled, she had felt the need to be taken and claimed by this man, her protector, and now she had it. Jason's hard length rapidly thrust in and out of her tight, wet, vagina. He leant in, kissing her back. The angle change stimulated different parts of Rachel's pussy and she loved it, a soft moan escaping her lips. Jason could feel her legs tighten as she neared, and, groaning aloud himself he speared into her sex again and again, as she came, her juices flowing down his legs. On the edge, he pulled out, dragging Rachel up to her knees, and standing above her. Using his hand to take himself across the line Jason unloaded onto her face, hot semen dripping down her cheeks and in her eyes. He was curious to see how Rachel would react but she surprised him, seeming to love the treatment. She was frozen in that moment in bliss, overjoyed she had been taken, claimed, owned, and accepted as his. Four days later, whilst they lay chatting on the beach a giant foghorn blast punctured through the peace of their little camp. A cruise ship, on the same course as theirs initially but sailing a week later, appeared on the horizon. They had sped up to try and rescue survivors when they had heard what had happened, and saw their signal flame from afar. A small boat set off from it, as it anchored out in deeper waters, collected the happy couple and returned them aboard. The only spare room left, as the captain explained, was a honeymoon suite, subject to a last minute cancellation. He went on to add that for their troubles they wouldn't even be charged for it. It transpired that the first lifeboat had sunk, also due to suspicious circumstances, but that the second one had made it back safely. At the news Rachel was ecstatic, only to be reminded by Jason that she'd just been told another hundred people had been killed and probably shouldn't be cheering. She calmed down a little after that. Later the next night the captain was discussing the strange circumstances under which the last ship had sunk, with his head engineer. "There are no reports of reefs in that area and there certainly wouldn't be icebergs! I just don't understand it." The chief engineer nodded along sagely, then said, "No I agree, it is a mystery. In fact I - " He was cut off by the captain, who had a concerned expression on his face, "Do you feel that? Something's happened." "No, what is it?" His engineer replied. "We're not moving. The ship is completely still, not even rocking on the waves." Shipwrecked Ch. 02 The bedroom was just beginning to fill with the watery light of dawn. Tints of rose, gold and lavender began to spread across the quilted covers on the bed. Arianna's internal alarm clock was beginning to nudge her awake but she kept her eyes closed in an attempt to prolong her dreamy sleep. She stirred in silent protest when her stomach lurched from nausea. In an effort to control it she concentrated on the memories of Mark loving her the night before. He had been exquisitely tender; taking her up and over more times then she could count before he finally came to her for his own release. She smiled and stretched, making sure to rub against the warm flesh that she was draped over. When she opened her eyes she studied Mark's face. He looked good to her, as strong and warm as her memories of the last year. She had been grateful when she was dropped into his life, but she was blessed that he was still in her life as her husband. But it was her stomach that reminded her that she would also be blessed with his child. She leapt from the bed in a mad dash for the bathroom. Mark's heart wrenched as he listened to her retching. She had tried her best these last few weeks to keep it from him, but whenever she was away from him for more then a few minutes he always woke up reaching for her. It hadn't taken long to figure out what was going on. He eased out of the bed and quietly padded over to stand outside the bathroom door. He was wearing nothing but a lazy grin when she opened the door. "Just a touch of the stomach flu eh?" he asked before trailing a finger over the slope of her breast. "I thought so, until two weeks ago. I'm over a week late now as well." There was uncertainty in her voice. She wanted him to be as desperately happy as she was, but they had never discussed children in any great detail. She could only hope. She heard the rumble of his laugh before he reached out and grabbed her to swing her around in a circle. "Hmmm god I love you." He whispered before his mouth covered hers in a deep tender kiss. "Now I really have everything a man could ever want." Mark smiled approvingly as he cupped her chin. His thumb brushed over her lips before coming up to trace the dark smudges under her eye. "You're not getting enough sleep..." "Well whose fault is that?" she asked before catching the pad of his thumb with her teeth and licking away the marks. "I guess I have to take the blame for some of it." He murmured as he carried her back to bed. "As for your early morning praying sessions, that's all the little one's fault." His hands began to caress her from head to toe. Her breasts were already hard crowns from his earlier ministrations. "Hmm I hope it won't last much longer. I prefer it when you wake me up." Her breath caught when he took a nipple into his mouth to suckle on it. She moaned when his hand slid between her thighs and brushed against her. She was petal soft and moist like morning dew from his suckling. His fingers traced the outer folds of her, teasing her to arch against him. Her body visibly shuddered when his finger slid slowly and deeply into her. He slowly moved his finger over the folds insider her until he found just the right spot to concentrate on. Her fingers threaded into the soft silky strands of his hair to hold him close to her. Smiling to him self, Mark repeated the long, gliding caresses over and over until she tightened around him and cried out. "It never ceases to amaze me how easily you come for me." He whispered against her lips. His breath sucked in when Arianna's hands slid over his belly to bury her fingers in the coarse hair that surrounded his already hard shaft. He groaned when her fingers closed around him, stroking and loving him from base to tip. The threads of his control began to snap when her nails scraped over him with excruciating care. "Arianna." He whispered to her as he sank into her wet warmth. He drank in her cries, his pace quickening with every breath. "Oh god... I'm not going to last long love." "It always amazes me how fast you can recover after..." She panted before catching his bottom lip between her teeth. "Hmm good point, but I want to see you come again." His hand slipped between their bodies to find her clit. Her body began to shimmer with moisture as he circled the violently sensitive nub. His wet fingertips plucked at her until he began to feel her grip around him like a vise. "Now! Mark, I need you to move now!" She pulled at his hips, her fingernails sinking into the hard flesh while her hips pushed up against him trying to get what she wanted. Mark withdrew from her completely; just leaving his blunt tip nestled in her soft folds. "No!" she cried. Her eyes were pleading with him to come back to her then suddenly went cloudy when he pushed her over the edge. As her body was bucking from the unbelievable orgasm he drove into her to the hilt. She screamed and bit his shoulder as he pumped into her. His control broke completely when she begged him to go harder. He thrust into her over and over until the rush of orgasm swept through him. He cried out hoarsely as his lean body arched violently against hers. The sound of a hoarse sob broke from him as he began to convulse, the hard shudders hitting him over and over again. For a split second his eyes opened and pierced into Arianna's soul. "Never been... this intense..." he bit off before shivering all over again and collapsing on top of her, his breathing heavy and ragged. "Never been this deep..." he murmured against her neck while she held him and comforted him. Mark awoke to sunlight streaming in over the quilts of the bed. He glanced over at the clock to see that it was close to noon. No wonder I'm so hungry... Of course we did do quite a bit to work up an appetite. He glanced over at Arianna. She looked so happy and peaceful. Mark eased out of bed and headed for the kitchen to make her some lunch in bed. The dogs had been at it again by the looks of the living room, there was a potted plant over turned and the two of them were nowhere in site. "Ah you guys! I can't believe it. You're old enough to know better." He muttered to know one in particular before grabbing a broom to clean it up. "Practicing?" Mark glanced over his shoulder to find Arianna wearing one of his shirts; the sleeves were rolled up and the top few buttons were undone. The shirt was thin white cotton and he could see her nipples and a small triangle of dark hair at the apex of her legs. He was reminded of the day they met. He was hard and heavy in an instant, as if he hadn't had a woman in months instead of hours. "Come here beautiful." He met her halfway before he took her in his arms and lifted her up until her legs could wrap around his waist. "You're making it very difficult for me to get anything done here." He commented before giving her a teasing kiss. "Well you'll have to get yourself in check because I'm famished." She said against his lips. "Hmm me too, let me just get my fly undone and I'll feed you." The amusement was clear in his voice but she wasn't going to take the bait. "For food, not that I'm not always hungry for you but I think my stomach is starting to eat itself." Arianna decided to prolong his torment by grinding her hips against his hard arousal. "Hmmm you're mean." He gave her a loud smacking kiss before heading to the kitchen and depositing her on the counter. They talked of mundane things while he fixed a lunch of strawberry pancakes. It wasn't long before two golden heads peered around the doorway to the kitchen. "Well, well, well... Look what the cat dragged in." Mark laughed when one of the dogs woofed at him as if to say "not in your life time buddy". "You guys are in trouble." He commented without much heat. "I wonder how they will get along with the baby?" there were so many questions that Arianna had and not many people could answer them for her. She knew she was going to have to make a small sacrifice for the sake of their baby. She was going to have to go to the main land. "I've been thinking a bit." She said quietly. "Oh really, what about?" Mark could tell that she was a little uneasy. He walked over to wear she was sitting on the counter and nudged his way between her legs. His hands came to her hips and gently began to massage. "Well, I'm going to need to see a doctor from time to time. And when it gets closer to my due date I'm going to have to start taking Lamaze classes..." she drew a deep breath. "We won't be able to stay on the island all the time until the baby is born." "I had thought about that. I just didn't know how to bring it up." Since they had met they rarely went to the mainland. Even though Arianna knew she was safe with Mark she still felt apprehensive about anybody seeing her and letting her ex-boyfriend know where she might be. Her family didn't even know the exact location of where they were. "Why don't you call your mom and let her know that we're going to be coming in for a bit. I'll call Christian and see if he can get the name of the doctor his sister used when she had Dorian." He watched for her nod of acceptance, but she only stared at his chest. "Everything will be fine. We've been back to your mother's before." "Yes. But not for any extended period of time, we've always been in only for a night or two and then headed back. He might have known I was there and just wasn't able to get to the house before we left." "He won't get near you. I promise you everything will be fine." He knew it was pointless to promise such things, but he had to do something to reassure her. "There is a restraining order, and the P.I that I hired hasn't found out anything about him being in the area for a long time." "I know. I'm just being childish." She leaned forward and kissed him lightly. "Ok, let's get to it then." "Hey! Anybody home?" "Speak of the devil." Mark only gave an open invitation to a few choice friends. Christian was a member of the coast guard, a former navy seal who had retired early after he decided that he had seen enough blood to last a lifetime. He was a good guy and Mark's best friend. Despite all that he had endured and seen he was usually in good spirits, ready to crack a joke or offer affection when needed. Arianna had grown to love him as much as he loved Mark. "Devil? Who've you been talking to?" Christian sauntered into the room with a smirk on his face. "Whatever they've told you it's not true." "Yah right." Mark's tone was oozing with sarcasm. "Actually we were just talking about you. I need a favor." "Oh yah, and what would you like me to help out with this time?" At home, Christian made a beeline for the fridge. He casually got out the orange juice and was about to take a swig from the spout before the bottle was nipped from his grasp. When he got over his moment of shock he looked down to see Arianna with her hand on her hip and tapping her foot. "I'll thank you not to do that anymore. Get a glass." Damn she was sexy! Despite her petite form she was one of the few people besides his mother who could put him in his place. He only wished that he couldn't see an outline of her body through that white shirt. "Ah sorry. Some day I'll get myself house broken." She smiled slightly before handing him back the orange juice. From Christian's point of view he could see just a hint of cleavage. His mouth began to water. "Ah... Hmmm. You were saying?" He turned to look at Mark desperate to take his mind of his best friend's wife. "I'm going to go have a shower." Arianna made an abrupt about face and headed out of the kitchen. Christian aimed an amused but concerned look at his friend. "Arianna is pregnant." Mark had to laugh at the shocked expression on his friends face. It was something that was hard to do these days. "Well. I guess congratulations are in order aren't they." Christian grabbed Mark in a big bear hug. "So I guess that explains the favor a bit doesn't it." "Yeah. We're going to head to the mainland for a bit. I was wondering if you could get the name of the doctor your sister used?" "Yah sure man, no problem. Just let me use your phone and I'll call it in. But I have to talk to you first, this wasn't really a social call." "You got a line on him didn't you?" This was what Mark had been waiting for, a chance to torment the tormentor. "Where is he?" "Yes." Christian didn't like the look that came into his friend's eyes. He'd seen it before when he'd been on covert ops. He himself had probably had that look himself, right before he was about to head out on a hunt for tangos. Unlike Mark, he had learned to deal with the consequences. "You don't want to do this." "He hurt her. She's terrified to go to Vancouver because she thinks he's going to be there. She doesn't deserve to live like that." Mark turned away, his voice had taken on a hard edge, he looked like he was ready to hit something, and his control was hanging by a thread. "I know this. I also know that it's a line that you don't want to cross." Christian watched the muscles on Mark's back bunch and tense as he tried to get control of himself. "So I've taken the choice out of your hands." "What!" Mark spun around and grabbed Christian by the front of his jacket. "You've got no right! She's my wife!" Christian's answer was calm. He knew Mark was looking for a fight and he wasn't going to give it to him, no matter how much he pushed. "I have connections with the FBI. Aria isn't the first woman he's messed with. His wrap sheet is longer then my arm: robbery, assault, drug trafficking. He's a petty thug Mark, hardly worth your time." Christian pried Mark's fingers from his clothing and took a step back. "Charges have been filed this morning against him. A warrant for his arrest was filed for rape and attempted murder. Aria was smart enough to see a doctor before she started on her run. Her medical file has DNA evidence that links him to her rape and there are photos that show ligature marks on her neck. They're in the shape of hands and fingers. As soon as they pick him up she's safe. She doesn't even have to testify because of the danger that would put her in." "But you still don't know where he is, do you? It's not safe until they find him." "You're not alone in this. She'll have protective services the whole time she's on shore. But you have got to keep a lid on your anger... its not going to get you anywhere except in jail, away from your wife. And she really needs you right now." Christian picked up the orange juice he'd neglected and grabbed a glass out of the cupboard. "You want some of this?" Mark looked at his friend; long ago when they were teens Christian had once been the hot head who charged before he thought it through. Mark had always been the cold water of reality. Mark wondered how the scales had tipped so drastically. "No. Thanks, for everything. I just don't know what I'd do if I ever lost her." "You won't lose her. You were lucky to find her; she's one in a million and fate wouldn't let anything spoil that. It wasn't until months later that Christian realized how wrong he was. ******************** November rainstorms swept down on the west shores of Vancouver Island carrying a damp chill that went deep into the bones. Arianna was grateful that she didn't have to go out today; her back had been bothering her more then usual and she imagined that going out into the damp would only aggravate it even more. She was reclined on the sofa, her feet propped up with a few pillows and a nice cozy quilt draped over her. The book that she couldn't get into had been discarded on the floor long ago. She gazed off into space, her mind full of worries and fears. Mark had gone out of town for a few days. He hadn't wanted to leave her even for such a short time, as she was due in a few weeks. But she had reassured him and pushed him out the door. Grateful for some peace and quiet... Mark had become quite the mother hen. The soft kicking of the baby interrupted her daydreaming, she placed her hand over the spot he was intent on kicking a hole through and gently rubbed. Christian Marcus was a little fussy today. "Missing your daddy are you?" Mark had grown into the habit of talking to the baby. His deep voice seemed to have a soothing effect because he often settled down from the summersaults he was doing at the time. "He'll be home soon my love, in just a few hours." But Arianna was doubtful that would be the case. The wind was howling outside and what little trees that grew around the house were almost bent over against the force of it. She imagined the ferry lines would be on there last runs if they hadn't been cancelled already. Arianna began rubbing her belly in slow circles in an attempt to quiet her son and sooth her own nerves while she wondered where Mark was and what he was doing. ******************** "DAMN IT TO HELL!" Christian stood behind Mark and let him have his tirade. So far Mark had decimated the coffee table to a pile of kindling, relegated a TV to a potential flower planter and was now working on breaking every dish in the kitchen. Thank god it wasn't his house. "I can't believe that slippery little bastard got away!" he stormed out of the kitchen and pointed an accusing finger at Christian. "You said that these cops were all over this like flies on shit! How the hell did he get away?" "You're asking the wrong person here Mark. This isn't my deal anymore; I have to follow channels here. Not to mention the fact that we aren't even in the US coast guards jurisdiction, we are lucky to even be involved in this raid. So settle down!" Christian watched as his friend, his brother of heart if not blood crumbled. Marks shoulders slumped as he sat down on a chair and placed his head in his hands. Nearly nine months of looking for this piece of shit and they had lost him because of what seemed to be bad timing. Christian didn't think so though. The house wasn't emptied out; but all the guy's clothes were gone. Something wasn't right. "My gut tells me this guy knew we were coming and he didn't get much warning. He had enough time to clear out his bank accounts but not enough to pack everything." Christian mentally ran a list of people who could help out with some information. He had a gut-gnawing hunch that this guy got away because of some insider info. "Sit tight, I'm going to go make a few phone calls." Mark nodded. He glanced down at his watch and had to double-check what time it was. He had an hour before the last ferry. He knew he should stay another day until they had some idea about what had happened but he couldn't stand being away from Arianna another night. Enough is enough. Mark got up and headed out to find Christian sitting in this car yapping on the cell phone. His expression could only be described as grim. Christian glanced over as the driver side door opened and Mark folded his tall frame into the sports car. He ignored his questioning look in favor of concentrating on the dumb ass on the other end of the phone. "I tell you, there is no leak in this department. My guys are clean and you've got no right interfering with this. What I did for you was a courtesy, you hear me, a courtesy! No stop harassing my staff." And finally silence. "Well that was a good use of my minutes." Christian closed his flip phone with a resounding snap and tossed it onto the dashboard before turning to look at Mark. "Ok. Here's what I know. That oxymoron for a chief is either really dense or really stupid to think that his whole squad is clean. I'm going to try a contact I have in the RCMP and see if I have better luck." "Do whatever, we're out of here. I've got to get back to Arianna and I don't have long to catch the ferry." He started the ignition. "I'll drive and you do your little Mr. Wizard routine." Christian smirked as he started dialing again. Shipwrecked Ch. 02 ******************** It was extremely late before Mark made it back to the cottage. His stomach was still a little unsettled from the rough ride across the channel, which was compounded by forgoing dinner so he could get home. He noted that the streetlights were out as well as the traffic lights. He guessed the wind had knocked out the power again. When he pulled into the driveway he could see a soft glow flickering from the living room window. There was a fireplace there; he figured Arianna was still awake or sleeping on the couch to keep warm. The unmarked car assigned to watch over the place was in its usual spot. She didn't hear him come in, just sensed him. She looked up she saw his eyes looking down at her. "Hmmm you're home." Her voice was husky from sleep. "Yes" he replied before kneeling down beside the couch. His fingers brushed faintly across her lips. She opened her mouth slightly; the tip of her tongue darted out and slowly licked the pads of his fingers before she gently bit him. Mark groaned from the instant heat she had caused before sweeping down to take her lips in a deep mind drugging kiss. Arianna encircled his neck with her arms, clinging to him as he lifted her and carried her to the bedroom. At the edge of the bed he gently set her on her feet before beginning to unbutton the soft cotton nightgown she'd been prone to wear lately. Goose flesh spread over her when it finally pooled around her feet. Mark began nuzzling her neck, whispering how much he had missed her while his hands quested over her body. Mark laid Arianna back on the bed. His hands and lips touched her breasts, gently tugging on her sensitive nipples and tasting her warm flesh. She felt his teeth gently graze over her skin before he licked away the non-existent marks. Her breasts were so much fuller and they tasted even sweeter. He clasped a nipple between his thumb and forefinger, gently rolling the hard peak between them. Arianna bucked under the pleasure pain sensation. When he moved lower over her body he kissed her swollen belly while he murmured to his son. A sheen of tears misted Arianna's eyes; Mark had never once made her feel awkward and unattractive during these past months... she felt even more beautiful then ever before from his cherishing words and gestures. Mark stood up beside the bed and slowly removed his clothes before joining his wife again. When he was beside her he returned his lips to hers, touching his tongue against her lips to open them before exploring the soft warmth of her mouth. Her fingers slid into his hair to hold him to her when his hand moved to the soft folds between her thighs. She was so wet and hot for him already; he gently slid his middle finger inside her before he began rubbing her clit with his thumb. Sheens of perspiration covered her body as he began to take her slowly up to orgasm. Her hands moved over his body until she found him already hard and throbbing. When she cupped him his body reared against hers and when she slid her fingers around his shaft his breath caught. Arianna slid her fingers over his silken shaft until she touched the tip. She could feel a small amount of hot sticky lubrication already forming. She longed to taste him, to take him deep into her mouth and let her tongue bath him. It never failed to give her immense pleasure to hear him moan from her ministrations. She started to shift lower, urging him to move as well so she had better access to him but he stopped her before she could make any progress. "Oh god, I can't wait baby... roll onto your side." he slid one arm under her neck and brought his hand forward to cup her full breast while his other hand continued to rub her hard clit. His fingers were slick with her honey. They had been very careful these last few weeks because she was so close to term. "Tell me if this doesn't feel right ok?" "Always." She panted before pressing her bottom against him in encouragement. She felt his blunt tip begin to press into her and began panting from the exquisite joy of having him inside her again. "Hmmm Mark, keep going." Her hand moved down to his, urging him to continue rubbing her clit while her inner muscles throbbed around him to draw him deeper. Sparks of pleasure moved through her as he began his slow pace, thrusting into her and pulling out until he reached her g-spot and stroking in short movements. "Hmm you're so god damned tight when you're lying like this..." Mark breathed into her ear before he bit her neck and licked away the tiny teeth marks. Arianna moaned and arched her back trying to take more of him. "Mark... Please. Oh god I'm so close." "Not yet." He groaned before quickening his pace. His hand came up to cradle her belly as he drove deeper into her. Arianna griped his arm as she strained to reach her orgasm. Mark listened to her breathing and moaning for the tell tale sign that she was on the brink, when he heard it he stopped all movement and held her so she couldn't move. "Oh god! Mark, don't do this to me..." she was practically weeping with the need for completion. She tried to buck back against him to get him to move with in her but it was no good... he held her fast. "Tell me you love me..." She screamed her answer when his fingers found her clit and tenderly squeezed. He started thrusting into her again as she chanted those three words to him over and over. Her body began to tighten and he could feel her muscles begin to milk him as she came, sobbing his name the whole time. Just hearing her was enough to finally finish him. He came harder then he thought possible, the waves crashing over him, his body shuddering as he poured into her. He murmured over and over that he loved her and how beautiful she was while his body quieted. He was still hard inside her when they drifted asleep. Her mind was playing tricks on her... she shouldn't feel stiff and achy from the loving that Mark had given her earlier but her back just wouldn't stop aching. If she could just lie on her side for a while she was sure it would get better, but doing that put too much effort into moving and she just didn't have the energy to do that. A sudden, intensely sharp pain in her abdomen startled her and stole her breath. Her sharp intake was loud enough to wake Mark: he was instantly alert, his arms coming around her to comfort and assure him that she was safe. "Is it time?" He'd been coaching himself to be prepared for this but it was a lot of effort to sound calm and in control. "I think so... maybe we should wait a little LOOOOONNNNNGGGGGER! OOOOOOOOOOOOhhhhhh OWE!" The contraction hit her hard and fast and felt as if it was ripping her apart. "Ok, Ok... easy baby. Remember your breathing." Mark began to breath with her in the rhythms they were taught during Lamaze class while he hauled ass out of bed and got dressed. "That's it. Can you get up and put on a night gown or do you need my help?" She could barely speak from the contraction that was rippling through her. "I don't... think we can make it..." Arianna took in a deep cleansing breath before continuing. "Like it or not the baby is coming now..." FUCK! He screamed in his head. "Ok I'm going to call 911." ******************** Mark looked at his sleeping wife and grinned. How could he not? He was definitely the happiest man alive, his wife was alive and well and he had a beautiful daughter. Aurora Christine was 5 pounds, 8 ounces and had a pair of baby blues that rivaled the bluest oceans. She also had a set of lungs on her that could shatter glass. They had taken her down to the nursery so that Arianna could get some much-needed rest. Mark was half asleep himself when he heard a soft knock on the door to their private room. The door didn't open right away so he dragged his bones out of the chair to see who was there. He didn't have time to react at all before a cloth that smelled sickly sweet covered his mouth and the blackness took him. ******************** The blackness slowly faded to a dull white around the edges... the workers that were pounding away in his head reminded him that he was alive but the rolling nausea in his stomach made him wish that he was dead. Vaguely Mark heard someone talking in the back ground; their voices were strained and excited all except one. His voice was cold, calm and controlled, and he was barking out orders like he was the general in his own private war. Snippets of the conversation began to make sense to him. Arianna was his wife; he had been with her before he was knocked unconscious? No that wasn't right, he had been chloroformed or something because all he remembered was opening the door to her hospital room. So if he was here then where was she? The sudden realization that he didn't know, and that she was undoubtedly in danger, brought him to full consciousness and had him sitting up right looking for a fight. He struggled and fought against the hands that tried to hold him down, tried to keep him from his love, from protecting her. A hard crack against his face and the burning residue of skin connecting to skin snapped him out of it. "Mark! Buddy I really need you to stop fighting for a few minutes here. We really need your help to figure out what just happened!" Christian shook Mark again for good measure. "What's the last thing you remember?" Mark worked hard to speak but his mind was still foggy from the knockout he took, his first attempt sounded more like a drunken slur. He had to stop and concentrate before he could try again. "I was watching her sleep, before a knock came...but nobody came in the door so I got up to check and see what was going on...that's it. I don't know what happened after that." Mark pushed at the hands that were holding him back against the bed. "Where is Arianna?" Christian's face had a pained expression while he thought of the way to explain that the worst had actually happened. "We aren't sure yet... he took her out of the room but we know that he didn't get very far. In fact we think he might still be in the building somewhere. But it's a big hospital; it's taking time to search it all." "What about Aurora? Where's our little girl?" "She's fine. She's still in the nursery and they've locked it down like the Whitehouse. The important thing is that we find Ari. Did she give you any insight about what he would do if he found her again?" "You know as much as I do. But I can't think that Arianna would go without a fight. She must have done something to give us a clue as to where he's taking her." We don't think he gassed her because it would seem that he'd want her to experience all of the fear. My guess is that he used you as a way to keep her quiet. The threat that you or the baby would be harmed would be enough to subdue her for the time being." The appearance of a short stocky man dressed in black combat gear pulled Christian away from Mark for a few minutes. When he returned the news was better then anything they had had so far. "We found a piece of her bathrobe caught on some stair leading to the morgue. We think she is definitely still in the building because the way they were headed there aren't any exits and the building had a lock down issued less then five minutes after you were found." Christian turned and gave a few terse orders to the man waiting in the hall before he started to head out the door after him. "We'll go check it out, hopefully we will have this all over with soon." Mark pushed off the gurney and gingerly got to his feet. "I'm going with you." "No it's too dangerous. We don't even..." "Fuck dangerous!" Mark yelled before Christian could finish. "I should have taken more precautions with her safety. I'm coming whether you like it or not god damn it!" "Fine, but you do what I tell you to do and when I tell you to do it or I'll slap you in cuffs and chain you to that damn bed. Got that?" With Mark's curt nod of agreement then left the room and headed down to where the rest of the cavalry was waiting for them. "I have a bad feeling about this..." ******************** "STOP YOUR WHINNING YOU SELFISH LITTLE WHORE!" his fist felt like a sledge hammer when it struck her across her cheek for what seemed like the hundredth time. "YOU REALLY THOUGHT YOU WOULD GET AWAY FROM ME!" He hadn't said a single word in anything but an outraged scream since he had dragged her into the utilities room and cuffed her to a pipe. Her wrists were raw from trying to work her small hands out of the cuffs. No matter how many times she spit on herself to lubricate the tight metal she could pull free. She could only hold on and hope that they would find her sooner rather then later. "Bradley...Please! What can I...?" "I SAID SHUT UP!" This time he kicked her hard in the thigh and took great pleasure in her stifled cry of pain. This was where she belonged; cowering on her knees begging him to stop. He couldn't believe the little bitch thought she was going to get out of here alive. Well he had news for her. Her and that fucking richy-rich guy that thought he could take his place. "I turn my back for one second and you take off and start playing house with some nobody. Tell me he's nobody baby, tell me you're sorry baby..." Arianna felt the cold metal of the gun barrel that he had used to get her out of her room quietly press against her temple. She bit her lip to stop from crying harder, she didn't know how but she somehow found a way to swallow the bile that rose in her throat at the thought of answering him. "He... He's nobody Martin, I'm so sorry. Please just let me out of the cuffs and I'll show you how sorry I am..." A hard sneer was painted on his face when he pulled her face close to his. "You always were an easy lay. Spreading your legs to anyone that had two legs and a penis...you thought I didn't know didn't you? But I knew all along because you are what you are. A nice little whore... my nice little whore." Martin's stance became relaxed, almost cocky as he pulled out a cell phone and started absentmindedly dialing some number. "You know what baby? "What?" She just had to keep him happy for as long as was needed. She just had to stay alive long enough to make sure that Mark and Aurora were safe. All she needed was time; she had to keep him talking... "What don't I know?" "Hmm you will get to see that pathetic schlep again and real soon too. I'm gonna bring him down here and let you watch me kill him, right before I kill you baby cakes." ******************** It was all Mark could do to stop crashing through the double doors to the utility room. He could hear the mad man screaming at his beautiful Arianna and it would have given him infinite pleasure to put his fingers around his throat until he could never utter another fowl word. He was surrounded by men in black with weapons and grease paint on. They were old buddies of Christian's from what he gathered. It sounded like he used to be a part of their team at some point. They had been able to get a camera down into the vent system so that they could see what was going on inside the room beyond but they were having problems picking up on all the vocabulary because of the boiler coming on and off. "He just said something about phoning someone but we weren't able to catch the whole of that sir..." Mark was fortunate that he had an earpiece to listen to what was happening but most of it he didn't want to hear. He just wanted to hear that his wife was unharmed. "Roger that Harvard, any sign of any other weapons besides that 9mm?" "Negative. We have confirmation that he's calling the husband." "Shit!" Christian turned and gave quick instructions to another guy who headed up the stairs quicker then a jack rabbit with a fire up its ass. "He's on his way up to grab your cell phone, we're gonna jam his signal for the moment and see if we can't buy some time." "Fine, whatever just get her out of there!" Christian's face was blank of any emotion except sheer determination. Mark could tell that he was in his element; that he was in combat mode and whether he admitted it to anyone he liked the feeling... he even missed it a little. "Just give it time; we don't want to make the wrong move." "Sir, his call got through and I had to answer it. He is expecting the husband to be in that room in less than 5 or things will get bloody." "Things are going to get bloody either way, let's just make sure that it's his blood guys. Let's get Mark ready to go in." ******************** The door to the utility room slowly creaked open. It was all Arianna could do to stop from screaming at Mark to turn around and head back out... but the gag over her mouth pretty much made any coherent speech impossible. She could just see his outline until the door shut, he was wearing a vest of some sort and a wire was coming from his ear. "Ok, I'm here. Now let her go Martin." Mark edged his way into the room until his eyes met his wife's. She was crying silently, she never took her eyes from his even when Martin put the gun barrel back against her temple. "I don't think so my man. Take off that fucking vest and earpiece before I put a new hole in her pretty little head." Martin put his hand around Arianna's throat and slowly squeezed to drive his point home. "Take off the vest right now." Arianna struggled a bit as her airway was slowly cut off but her eyes pleaded with Mark, begging him not to do as he was asked. But the love that was so strong couldn't stop Mark from doing what the mad man asked. He slowly pulled at the Velcro that held the vest on until it fell to the ground next to his feet. It all happened in seconds; men came crashing through the vents and the doors, there were shots fired and screams as bodies crumbled to the floor. In horror Arianna watched as her beloved's chest was painted red and he fell to the floor with a resounding thud. The screaming in her head was so loud that she couldn't stand it, it wasn't until her wrists were free and the gag removed from her mouth that she realized it was herself screaming out loud. She rushed to Mark's side and held onto him like a life line until she was pulled away so that the medics could work on him. She watched for some sign of movement to tell her that he was indeed alive but there was nothing... ******************** White roses adorned the casket and the surrounding area; the muted sounds of crying were like background music to the minister's somber sermon. He spoke of things that were meant to comfort and about how everything that is god's will has a purpose. Shipwrecked Ch. 1 Stan Johnson had lived a good life. At the age of 54, he was already retired from his own company. He just bought a large yacht, and was getting ready for it's maiden voyage. He brought along his sexy 52 yr old wife, Beverly, their 2 children, Kelly 21, and Reggie, 24. Reggie and Kelly brought their dates. Reggie brought Anne Simpson, a stunning Asian American, 20 yrs old. Kelly brought her boyfriend, Jeff Farmer, 24, a semi professional bodybuilder. Also along for the ride, was Kay Johnson, Stan's 50 yr old unmarried sister. They had all just boarded the huge yacht, and were casting off for a nice cruise, and picnic. They were all having the times of their lives, drinking, and partying. They had been out to sea for a good 4 hours, when they noticed the fast approaching storm. Stan wasn't very experienced at handling the new yacht, and he nervously tried to turn the boat away from the storm. It was too late, and the large waves caught the yacht, knocking it out of control. It seemed like it lasted for hours, as the boat was tossed around in the rough water. It was probably more like minutes, but suddenly they felt a huge bump, and realized that they had been washed ashore. The storm was now subsiding, and they exited the seriously damaged vessel. Stan inspected the large holes in the yacht, and realized that they were stuck there. He helped everyone off the yacht, and they all sat on the beach, cold and shaking. Beverly held her husband tight, scared too death. He could tell by the way her nails dug into his arm. Anne was all over Reggie, also frightened. Kelly and Jeff seemed to be handling it pretty well. Kay, was crying, and Stan pulled her on the other side of him. He now held his wife, and his sister. Both women were hangint on to him tightly. "Everyone remain calm" Stan told them. He told them that they would have to make the best of it. Being overly excited wouldn't help matters much. They all decided to explore a bit, maybe there was civilization somewhere on the seemingly deserted island. They stuck together, and walked as a group. They traveled quite a distance, and there was nothing in sight, that made it look like anyone lived there. "Well, maybe we should make a shelter" Stan said. They returned to the damaged yacht, and got some tools. The 3 men began cutting trees, and had the women gather up palm leaves, and whatever else they could find. They had built a rather nice shelter in a matter of hours. They could at least stay fairly dry if another storm moved through. As nighttime approached, they all huddled together in the homemade shelter, trying to stay warm. The temperature dropped quite a bit after the sun went down. Everyone finally managed to fall asleep, and the sound of snoring filled the shelter. Reggie woke up early in the morning, and looked around. No one else was awake. He slid his hand between his girlfriend, Anne's legs, and began rubbing her pussy as she slept. Anne woke up, and felt her boyfriend's hand against her wet pussy. "Mmmm, yeah" she softly moaned. Reggie slid her shorts off, and spread her legs. He quietly ate her pussy, making her cum quickly. Anne's sweet pussy was quite a beautiful site. It had dark pussy lips, and the hair was a shiny black color. It was the ultimate in Asian pussy's. Reggie just loved the way it smelled, tasted, and felt. He slipped out of his shorts, and quickly pulled Anne on top of him. She straddled his throbbing erection, and began lowering her pussy onto his cock. They both softly moaned as his large cock entered her tight pussy. Anne raised her shirt, and began playing with her small breasts. She had dark colored nipples, that were quite long. She pinched and pulled on her nipples as she rode Reggie's cock. They both climaxed simultaneously, her pussy spasming around his erupting cock. He filled her sweet pussy with his hot, sticky cum. She moaned, and grunted as the hot liquid erupted deep into her pussy. "Oh baby" she moaned. She rode him until she felt the last of his cum ooze from his large throbbing cock. She then quickly dismounted him. They kissed, and held each other closely. They both dressed, and returned to sleep. Stan awoke from an erotic dream. He couldn't exactly remember what it was about, but it must've been quite good. His cock was so hard that it ached. He suddenly realized there was something moving against his erection. He figured it was his wife, and he quietly lowered his shorts, exposing his thick throbbing cock. He laid back with his eyes closed, enjoying the hand job he was receiving. He moaned softly, and reached over to fondle his wife's breasts. He realized that it wasn't his wife's tits, as his hand slid inside o the loose cotton shirt. He looked over, and saw Kay, his sister, holding and stroking his enormous erection. He dared not say a word, and just enjoyed the hand job. Kay stroked his cock up and down, squeezing the sensitive head each time it slid into her fist. He moaned, and thrust against her. His sister had large, floppy breasts. They were 38 DD, and the nipples were huge. He was playing with her nipples as she continued stroking him. Kay then slid between her brother's legs, and began to lick the head of his cock. She held his thick erection between her large breasts. Allowing him to fuck her large tits. Stan thrust into the warm mound of her cleavage, his cock disappearing between those beautiful breasts. She licked at his cock head as it thrust upwards. Stan moaned, and his cum erupted. He squirted it all over his sister's breasts, and her face. She quickly, and quietly cleaned his cum up, licking every drop. He was shocked, but quite horny, as he thrust his cock against her, spilling the remaining drops of cum against her large white breasts. He looked around, and no one else was stirring. Kay leaned upwards and whispered into his ear. "I've always wanted to do it with you, and since we may not ever leave here, I decided to go for it" she whisered. Stan told her that he had always wanted her as well. Visions of her undressing in her bedroom when they were younger, always flashed through his mind. He had masturbated many many times, while watching his sister through a hidden peephole he had made between their rooms. Now, he had just came all over her tits, and face. He really wanted to fuck her, and she felt the same way, but each realized that right now, they should be thankful, no one caught them already. Kay decided to go for a swim. She removed all of her clothing, laying it on the sandy beach. She waded out into the cool water, laying back, enjoying the sensation. Stan also made his way to the beach, and he watched as his 50 yr old sister, splashed water all over her naked body. He was still quite aroused, and as she began walking towards the beach, he could see her totally naked body. Her pussy hair was quite thick, and very blonde. She was quite incredible, actually. He stroked his cock while watching his sister's nude body approaching. He held his thick cock in his hand, and stroked himself furiously. Kay quietly straddled her brother, lowering her pussy onto his thick cock. They fucked for about an hour, Kay climaxed many many times. Stan moaned, and shot his cum deep inside of his sister's extremely tight pussy. She pressed her mouth over his, and they passionately french kissed. She rode his cock, her tight pussy squeezing him excitedly, milking all of his cum from the pulsating head. They continued kissing, and she slowly slid from him. "Mmmm, that was hot" she moaned. The 2 quickly dressed, and Stan built a fire. They huddled by the fire to keep warm. Slowly but surely, everyone started waking up. Beverly was first, and she joined Stan and Kay at the fire. "Hi, baby" she whispered. "I was beginning to worry about you" she said. "Oh, Kay and I decided to build a fire" he replied. "Mmmm, it feels nice" his wife replied. To Be Continued... Shipwrecked Into Slavery The sea was rough, and for the hundredth time on this voyage the stowaway wished she could go up on deck for some fresh air. Catalina had discovered long ago the rejuvenating effects of the sea air on a queasy stomach; after all, she was a sea captain’s daughter. In general she had always been a good sailor, but this maelstrom of buffeting winds and thundering waves was beyond anything she had ever experienced or even imagined. For the first time she was grateful that she’d eaten so little on this crossing. She could hear the running footsteps of the sailors and their frenzied shouts and knew this was no ordinary storm. The ship must be in trouble; this glorious Spanish galleon was being tossed about like a toy in a pond. Well, she’d be deuced if she’d let all her tribulations come to naught at the bottom of the English Channel. Carefully, Catalina unfolded her long frame from its cramped quarters in the hold and steadying herself against the violent pitch of the ship, made her way to the upper deck. There she beheld an astonishing sight. The ship’s main deck was almost vertical, as wave after wave tipped it on its side. The main mast was snapped like a twig, and swarms of sailors were grappling with the remaining sails to right the ship. It was futile. In all the excitement, nobody even noticed that there was a slightly bedraggled woman standing wide-eyed in their midst. The groaning of the once mighty galleon and the sound of splintering wood filled the air as Catalina watched, as if from a great distance, the graceful ship break up into the cold, dark water. Soon she was plunged into this water, which immediately brought her to her senses. She wrestled out of her dress, which was dragging her down into the cold embrace of the ocean, and shed her petticoats. Desperately, she plunged forward to grasp a solid plank of wood from the rapidly sinking Santa Dominica. She knew if she didn’t get out of this freezing water, she would die, but she wouldn’t let herself think about that right now. Instead she concentrated on maintaining possession of that plank of wood, and hoisted herself as much as she could on top of it to spare her body from the clutches of the sea. The storm, satisfied with its destruction for now, seemed to abate, and Catalina rested her head on her makeshift lifeboat and drifted along with the currents. She could only hope they would deposit her on the shores of her father’s land. She was laughing up at her father, who seemed like a giant compared to the smaller Spanish men of her acquaintance. He was tall and broad with gleaming golden hair and eyes made bluer, Catalina convinced herself, by his years at sea. She loved him devotedly, even though she had come to learn later from her mother’s maid, that she was the product of a brutal rape. After Queen Elizabeth I ascended the throne, England’s relationship with Spain had deteriorated. Never giving her tacit approval but not meting out punishment either, Queen Elizabeth ignored the plundering of the Spanish coastal towns by her English seaman; they were pirates really, and Catalina’s father, Donal Penlerick, was chief among them. Catalina’s mother lived in a small village outside of Cadiz; she was the overly protected daughter of a wealthy Spanish merchant with a fleet of ships. Donal with his band of English pirates raided the village, plundered its treasures, and raped its women. Donal saved the beautiful daughter of the house for himself, impregnating her that very night. He never married her of course, but he often traveled back to Spain to see her and his lively daughter. Catalina’s mother was an outcast, the mistress of an English devil, and as a consequence never married. She died when Catalina was just seven years old, but Donal continued his trips to Spain to see his daughter. Although he had a family in England, a wife and three sons, he always treasured his half-Spanish daughter and told her she was equal to any of his sons. That was why Catalina was now lying half-dead on the coast of Devon, dreaming of her English pirate father. He had stopped coming to see her about five years ago; although Sir Francis Drake still made occasional forays into Spanish waters, it was becoming increasingly dangerous for English ships to do so. The Queen learned that Spain was assembling a squadron of war ships, an Armada, for an imminent attack on England. The Santa Dominica, a piece of which still lay under Catalina’s body, was acting as one of many scouts for the Armada. When Catalina learned that the Santa Dominica was to set sail from Cadiz for the English Channel, she stowed away on the ship, her eventual purpose a reunification with her father. Now, as she slowly opened her eyes from her dream, she was simply happy to be alive. The shouting is what roused her; it was in English, but she was just as conversant in this tongue as in Spanish. She surveyed the scene beneath half-closed lids; the beach was littered with wood from the wrecked ship, and a handful of men was tramping through the sand exclaiming with glee as they recognized the sad remnants of a Spanish galleon. A voice very close to her yelled out, “God’s Death, what be lying in the sand here? ‘Tis a woman.” “Is she dead?” She felt the toe of a boot push into her ribs as she rolled over. Her eyes fluttered and she gasped in pain. “Nay, she be alive, a dirty Spaniard, a poxy Spanish whore.” One of the men roughly scooped her up under her arms and unceremoniously threw her over his shoulder. The movement and the pressure against her stomach made her cough up water, and she actually felt a little better. She would have to explain to them who she was; surely they wouldn’t mistreat her once they knew her father was Donal Penlerick. They left the beach and approached a dwelling uphill from the shore. Catalina was fast recovering her wits and began to raise her head and look around her. This was more than a mere dwelling; it was a castle of immense proportions with crenellated towers hugging the coastline. A loud, commanding voice called out, “Were we right? Was it a Spanish ship?” “Aye, it was, Sir, and we found this baggage among the wreckage.” The man dumped Catalina at the feet of the other man. She could feel his eyes upon her and raised her own to meet his gaze. He was startled at what he saw – a Spanish beauty, no doubt. She was wearing nothing more than pantaloons and a camisole, which were plastered to her comely body with the damp from the sea. She had full breasts and a tiny waist, but she wasn’t a tiny woman; rather she was long limbed and tall. Her skin was brown but not too dark, and her thick black hair hung down her back matted with sand and debris. She said in English, “Please, Sir, I was a stowaway on the wrecked ship. My father is English, and I’ve come to find him. His name is Donal Penlerick.” The man gave a great shout of laughter. “Donal Penlerick I know well, but he has no Spanish daughter; three fine sons he has, English sons, who will follow him in fighting the Spanish until we destroy you. Send your Armada, send all the ships you have, send your spies; you’ll never defeat the English fleet.” Her heart jumped. “You know my father? Then please send him word of me. I’ve no doubt he will acknowledge me, Sir, and he will be exceedingly grateful to you.” “That convinces me of your deceit. Penlerick has been dead these past two years, killed by one of your Spanish dogs.” Catalina’s eyes filled with tears. How could she have come so far only to be thwarted? “Then my brothers, Sir. I’m certain they’re aware of my existence. Please send word to my brothers. My name is Catalina…” He cut her off brusquely. “Enough of this nonsense. We’ll make good use of you here, girl. We’ll even protect you, for you’d be torn apart if you dared venture beyond the castle lands.” He turned to one of his men. “Take her to Mrs. Bascomb; I daresay, she’ll know what to do with her.” “But my half-brothers, surely you’ll let them know I’m here.” He turned to one of his men. “What are you waiting for, man? Take her away, out of my sight. I’ll not have this Spanish spy in my presence a moment longer.” “I’m not a spy; I’m half English. Tell my brothers.” The man grabbed her by the arm and pulled her up, dragging her, struggling and twisting, across the courtyard. The blond man watched in amusement, and she screamed out at him, “You bastard!” The man who pulled her up compelled her to walk through a side door in the castle. Jake Botrall, Lord Haverstoke, the master of the castle, stared after her thoughtfully. He wasn’t a sailor himself, but he benefited greatly from the shipwrecks off his coast. Unfortunately, the Santa Dominica was carrying few wares and treasures, but he would make good use of what it did carry…that Spanish beauty with the haughty air and the wild stories. Catalina was made to stand before Mrs. Bascomb in the kitchen, and she raised her head imperiously as she stared down at the housekeeper. “Awk, what does his lordship expect me to do with a filthy Spanish whore in my household?” Catalina opened her mouth to protest when Mrs. Bascomb slapped her hard across the face. She gasped and reached out instinctively to return the assault on Mrs. Bascomb, but the man who had seen her inside, grabbed her arm and twisted it behind her back. “We’ll have none of that here, Spaniard. Do you think anyone would much bother with the dead body of a poxy Spaniard that washed up on shore from the wreckage of a Spanish galleon? ‘Ee don’t know Devonshire; there’d be rejoicing in the street. Why, Sir Francis Drake himself is a Devon man. Now you be a good girl and do what Mrs. Bascomb tells you to do. You owe your very life to us.” Considering what he said, Catalina knew him to be right. What chance did she have on this hostile island, especially with her father dead? Although her father was English and she spoke the language well, there was no doubt she was Spanish. She stood still in front of Mrs. Bascomb, awaiting her orders; however, she couldn’t believe those orders when she heard them. “Now take off those rags you be wearing.” Catalina opened her mouth to protest, but shut it quickly when she caught sight of Mrs. Bascomb’s raised hand. She glanced nervously at the man behind her. Given the circumstances of her birth, she hadn’t been brought up as demurely as her mother had with duenas shadowing her every move, but she still had never been completely naked before a man. She wasn’t a virgin, but her previous attempts at lovemaking had been hurried affairs with most of her clothes still in place. Mrs. Bascomb gave a short, hard laugh. “Don’t be giving yourself airs, Spaniard; you’ll have no privacy nor any rights in this house. Take off your clothes.” Catalina slowly began to unbutton the tiny buttons of her camisole when Mrs. Bascomb, in her impatience, seized the front of it and ripped it off her body. The man guffawed and then gasped sharply when he saw her heavy coffee-colored breasts with their rose-tinted nipples released from the confining material. Catalina then hastily pulled down her pantaloons before Mrs. Bascomb could rip those off as well. By this time, news of the shipwrecked Spanish woman had spread around the household, and most of the servants were gathered at the kitchen entrance to gape at the naked girl with her bronze-colored skin, black hair, and soft down of black curls between her legs. Mrs. Bascomb was irritated by the girl’s beauty. “You need to be punished for your insolence.” Two men grabbed her arms and pulled her out into the courtyard. The men from the beach were still scurrying around, bringing debris up from the Santa Dominica, under Lord Haverstoke’s direction. They all stopped and stared as the naked Catalina was led into the courtyard. Jake narrowed his eyes and watched the scene as he leaned his shoulders against one wall. Catalina noticed him at once. He reminded her of her father in a way; he was tall and muscular, a sportsman, an outdoorsman; his blond hair was curly and shaggy, hanging down to his shoulders, and he wore a golden beard and mustache, which framed even white teeth. The two men pulled up her arms and tied them to a beam that jutted out from one of the castle walls. Catalina was tall, but the beam was taller, and she was stretched out with her toes just touching the ground. She didn’t know what to expect now; everyone was staring at her. Most of the men had pure lust in their eyes; some of the women discretely looked away, sympathy in their eyes, and a few of the women were enjoying the spectacle as much as the men were. Mrs. Bascomb approached her with a whip in her hands. Before she could even cry out, the whip licked at her buttocks, and her body lunged forward in an attempt to escape the cruel lash. A few of the men moved around to the front of her to get a better view of her bouncing breasts, while others preferred the sight of her delectable bottom trying to wriggle away from the whip’s savage caresses. Catalina tried not to give them the satisfaction of crying out, but then Mrs. Bascomb commanded her to spread her legs apart. The men in the crowed murmured agreeably, as she spread her legs out with great difficulty. She soon realized the reason for this request, as the whip’s tip found its way between her legs and stung her private area. Not satisfied with her reddening and welted bottom, Mrs. Bascomb moved to the front of her and lashed her breasts. She aimed a few quick flicks at the dark triangle of hair that protected her nether lips before Jake called an end to the amusement. “Leave her hanging there, so all can take a good look at the enemy.” Catalina raised her dark eyes to Jake’s and gave him a withering look; there was an answering gleam of humor in his own blue eyes. She knew very well that he didn’t consider a mere woman the enemy of England, even if she was half Spanish. It was simply that her humiliation was giving him pleasure, sexual pleasure, if she were to judge the bulge in his breeches correctly. The idea that it pleased her to satisfy him in this way flared in her head, but she quickly stamped it out. How absurd. She didn’t care to please this man, and especially not with her own humiliation. “Mrs. Bascomb, this Spanish slave is to remain naked at all times. Use her in the kitchen and around the household as you would a maid, but remember to be harsh with her and don’t be stingy with physical punishment. She has a defiant spirit, which we will endeavor to break. Daily humiliations will profit her training as a proper slave. She is to be the lowest of the low in the household, beholden to all to do their bidding, even of the most menial tasks. I also have a mind to use her to tame the wildness of the young men in the household, to channel their natural lust away from the more respectable girls in my employ. Do you understand me?” “Yes, my lord, certainly.” Catalina understood him as well and directed a baleful gaze at him while tossing her head and raising her chin. Jake gave her a crooked smile and turned on his heel. By the end of the afternoon, Catalina’s arms were aching. The courtyard was a busy place that afternoon, with most of the men employed at the castle finding multiple reasons to saunter through the courtyard. Neither was she spared the curiosity of the women. The men weren’t allowed to touch her…yet, but Mrs. Bascomb wanted to consistently remind her of her place in the castle hierarchy, so every time she came into the courtyard, she’d give Catalina a smack on the buttocks with whatever she happened to have handy. Once it was a wooden spoon, once a rag from the kitchen, and several times she just used her bare hand. She wouldn’t say a word to Catalina, just come up behind her and spank her. Catalina would soon learn that Mrs. Bascomb took great delight in spanking her. She was finally untied and led back through the kitchen. She was allowed to collapse on a pallet that was laid out for her in a small room next to the kitchen, and she was given a bowl of stew and bread to eat, although she wasn’t allowed any cutlery and had to eat with her hands. She didn’t care at this juncture; she was starving. As yet, she hadn’t been allowed to wash up, so she collapsed in a dreamless sleep. All thoughts of escape had fled her mind. The next morning a maid roused her early to work in the yard. She was still naked, as she walked into the cool morning air across to the barn to feed the chickens. The other servants went about their business casting surreptitious glances at the beautiful nude woman working amongst them. Soon enough Mrs. Bascomb called her into the kitchen to peel potatoes and carrots. She glanced over at her a few times and seemed to come to some decision. “You’re a brassy piece, aren’t you, Spaniard? It doesn’t seem to shame you much to walk around naked; you’re probably accustomed to doing that in that heathen Papist country you come from. Well, the master did authorize me to administer daily humiliations, didn’t he?” Catalina tried to ignore her and peel the vegetables, while Mrs. Bascomb called the other servants in for their midday meal around the big kitchen table. “We’re going to be eating in style today. The Spaniard is going to serve us.” Catalina scoffed inwardly to herself, that she could do and it wouldn’t bother her a bit. “But first she must suffer her daily humiliation.” That got Catalina’s attention. To serve the servants was not to be her humiliation? “Come here, girl, and lean over the table.” Catalina trepidatiously leaned over the heavy, solid wooden table where the servants would be having their meal. Mrs. Bascomb then chose the hardest working maid and the hardest working stable lad and called them to her. She discussed something with them that Catalina couldn’t hear, but they nodded in obvious excitement. The young man and woman went to the vegetable counter and selected a carrot and a cucumber from the pile. They walked up behind Catalina, the maid blushing and giggling and the man with slightly glazed eyes and a slack jaw. The maid went first as she told Catalina in a meek voice to spread her legs wide. While Catalina hesitated, Mrs. Bascomb shot out with the ubiquitous wooden spoon and laid a smack on her tender bottom cheeks. She hurriedly spread her legs. The maid then placed the tip of the carrot at Catalina’s vagina and worked it in while Catalina gasped and the other servants broke out in peals of laughter. Everyone was urging the maid to shove it in further, which she obliging did much to Catalina’s shame. The carrot was shoved in so far just the green stem was hanging out of Catalina’s bottom. The servants applauded and cheered when the maid was finished, and she bobbed a curtsy, pleased with her accomplishment. Next came the stable lad’s turn. The cucumber’s target was Catalina’s other hole, and she clenched her bottom together in anticipation. That earned her another sharp smack from Mrs. Bascomb, so she tried to relax her muscles. The man wet the cucumber with his saliva, as the other men in the kitchen grinned in anticipation; the women looked on in some amazement; although some of them had experienced an invasion of their own holes in this manner, none would admit it. Catalina felt the cold head of the cucumber against her anus. The cucumber man wanted to get the most out of this opportunity, so he eased it into her bottom slowly, appreciating the way her hole opened to accommodate the rounded edge of the vegetable. She gritted her teeth and grasped the table’s edge. Methodically, he worked the cucumber into her hole until just the other rounded end was visible. She was left spread-eagled over the table for several moments, as Mrs. Bascomb allowed all the servants to view her openings. “Now, you’ll serve us with your holes filled up, and if you let either one of the vegetables fall out, they’ll be reinserted without compunction. And I want to remind the rest of you servants, if she spills something or is not fast enough, do not hesitate to slap her bottom or her breasts. If you see either of the vegetables slipping, you have my permission to secure it in its place.” Shipwrecked The sound of some romantic music played quietly somewhere. He could hear her breathing; it had become shallow, a soft panting. The feel of silk draped over his legs was unbelievable. But not half as wonderful as feeling her brush her lips between his shoulder blades, her hair fell onto his shoulder and skimmed his ribs. His hands became fists as he fought for control. "Hmmm Arianna I don't know how much longer I can stay like this. You're driving me mad. I need to touch you..." his voice was slurred with pleasure, husky from arousal. "I want to see you in the candlelight." She chuckled quietly and touched the tip of her tongue to his skin, trailing it down the centre of his back. She heard a muttered oath along with more gooseflesh as his response. "In good time... all in good time." Like him her voice was think with arousal. "I'm still enjoying the back of you. I'll get to the front eventually. Be patient." "Hmm I'm a very patient man." He groaned as her hands began to knead just below his buttocks. He could feel her hair trailing over the small of his back. "Or at least I thought I was." Her thumbs skimmed over the inside of his thighs before he felt her palms slide over his ass, back to his lower back, lingering on that spot before trailing back down the path before. She worked down the backs of his legs, leaving trails of kisses in her hands wake. "You are a very patient man Mark," she confirmed, "it's just been a while since its been tested. I know you'll pass." This time when she came back up to his back again she straddled the small of his back so she could rub the tops of his shoulder and neck. When she leaned forward he could feel the silky hair covering her hot core, tickling him. More groans came as she moved around getting her balance. Her hands come down beside his head as she braced herself to lean forward. Her silk covered breasts pressed against his back, her hair fell across his face. It smelled of wild flowers. She placed a hand over one of his fists, smoothing it open till it was palm down to the blanket. Her fingers laced between his, he took hold of them in a gentle grip. Arianna felt his body jump as she brushed her lips over his ear and cheek. His hand tightened and he groaned as she skimmed the tip of her tongue around the rim of his ear. "Would you like to turn over now?" she asked breathlessly. She heard his answer of yes on a moan of longing. She lifted so that he could flip over. "Can I take this blindfold off yet?" He brought his hands up to remove only to have her slap them away. "Patience," she said, taking his hands in hers, rubbing her thumbs over his knuckles. "Why don't we put your hands right here for now." She placed them on her bare thighs before running her hands over his arms and chest. She lifted her hands and he felt warm oil drip onto his chest. His breath rushed out, his hands tightened on the soft skin of her thighs. As she massaged his chest; taking care not to touch his nipples, just circle around them, teasing him, Mark instinctively kneaded the supple flesh his hands covered. Her breath hitched as his thumbs skimmed over her inner thighs. When she finally touched an oil coated finger to his nipple his back arched and his hands came up under her robe to grab her hips. "You like that?" She asked. "Would you rather it be my tongue?" Before he could answer she leaned forward and licked one. Mark's fingers bite into her supple hips causing her to moan and grind against the flat of his stomach. She braced her hands on either side of his head sending the silk sleeves of her robe to slide over his cheeks and her breasts to press against him. He felt the head of his erection touch against liquid heat, the small contact of two very sensitive organs caused each other to moan and breaths to break. Before he could push his hips up again for a little more she pulled forward, removing the temptation. "Down boy..." The tip of her tongue traced his parted lips. "Hmm you taste good. Does the rest of you taste as good?" he couldn't answer. She nudged his head to the side with her lips on his jaw. She began to leave a trail of love bites down his jaw and neck, always licking away any marks she might have left. Mark brought his hand out from under the fabric of her robe to rub her back. When she reached a nipple again and delicately scraped her teeth over it he buried his hands in her hair, holding her there to prolong the torment. "Oh god, Arianna...Please..." He didn't know what he was asking for. He certainly didn't want her to stop but he wanted so much more. As if she was reading his mind she brought her hands around to the back of his neck to cradle his head, urging him to sit up. When he began to move she moved lower. They both gasped as they brushed against each other. He felt a trail of wetness on his sensitive skin, a true sign of how much she was enjoying him. Her fingers threaded through his hair, lingering before she untied the blindfold. As it fell away Mark saw gold through his eyelids from the firelight. His arms circled her waist, pulling her close to him as he opened his eyes. Her lips were parted, her eyes glazed with passion. His hands separated, one to cup her bottom and the other came up to her neck. When his fingertips touched her scalp her eyes closed and her back arched. She leaned closer to the touch, a murmur of content escaping her lush lips. He let his eyes traveled down the length of her exposed neck, the creamy skin of her breasts was barely covered by her robe. "Let's get ride of this robe." He murmured before untying the sash around her waist. She drowned in his eyes as his hands slipped under the edge and slide over her ribs, up the sides of her breasts to the front of her shoulders. She shivered when he slid the robe of her shoulders and arms then tossed it somewhere by the couch. His index finger skimmed from her right earlobe to the centre of her cleavage. Mark watched as her breasts firmed and her nipples hardened. He touched the palm of his hand to the top of her breast and lightly circled around the side until he could cup it. It fit perfectly in his hand. Once again she moaned and arched towards his touch. "You're so responsive. I can see every emotion on your face." He was stroking her back when he finally touched a pink nipple, rolling it in between his thumb and index finger. Her body tensed and she began to shake. She bit her lip hard. "Oooohhhh Mark, you're gonna make me come!" she whimpered. Wholly cow! I'm hardly touching her! He wanted to see it again, to hear it. So he brushed his thumb back and forth over her nipple, circled the areola. She went wild; her hands gripped his forearms, nails digging in. He felt her hot response stream over him as she called out to him. He kissed and licked her neck, soothing her as she came down and went limp. She dropped her head on his shoulder holding him close to her. "I've never had that happen to me before...just from you touching me." "Hmm I've been wanting to see you like that since this afternoon when I came back from the boat." He totally forgot she didn't know he had watched her. He felt her tense up. "Easy little one, don't pull away from me now. We want each other too much." "I'm so ashamed!" Her voice was muffled from trying to hide her face in the crook of his neck. "How much did you see?" Shock hit when she realized he'd heard her too. She jerked her head back to look at him. "You heard what I said didn't you?" He cupped her face in his hands. "Do you have any idea what hearing that did to me? Don't be ashamed. Don't be embarrassed either. I'm not sorry I heard you. Up until that moment I thought our attraction wasn't mutual." He leaned forward to kiss her. She covered his hands with hers; she gripped his wrists when he deepened the kiss. She moaned when he caught her bottom lip between his teeth. She instinctively began rubbing against his erection. When he felt her try to take him inside her he panicked. "Oh god, no, no, no, no, no, no..." he groaned against her lips before cupping her ass and flipping her on her back. "We'll get to that in good time." He looked down to see her spread out before him. He kept her from closing her thighs, her outer labia was hairless. The inner lips were crimson and he could see her swollen clit. She had a tuft of curls covering her pubic bone. His eyes followed the lines of her hips and waist. When he reached her breasts his mouth began to water in an uncontrollable urge to lick and suckle on them. But he resisted and picked up bottle of oil. "Lets see if we can's get the rest of those kinks out. Put your feet up on my chest." He sat back Indian style and poured the oil in his palms. Taking one foot in his hands he asked her if she'd ever had reflexology done before? She could only moan and shake her head back and forth as his thumbs rubbed her arch. "Did you know that different spots on your foot can trigger different parts of your body to respond?" When he rubbed just between two of her toes her moans got louder and her body drew up like a bow. She drew her arms up over her head, thrusting her firm tits higher. Her nipples were so hard they could cut glass. "Oh Mark. Don't stop..." He had no intention of doing that anytime soon. He worked his palm down the back of her calf till he reached the sensitive spot under her knee. She jerked when he brushed the pad of his thumb against the soft skin. "Hmm that tickles..." She murmured. He watched her lick her lips; her hands came down to trail over her rib cage and over the crest of her breasts. She began to suck on the fingers of her right hand and play with her nipples with the other. He pushed her legs around his waist and leaned forward to grab her hands. "None of that now. Be good..." he held both of her wrists in his hand and reached for the silk scarf. There was a look of shock on her face when he tied her wrists together. "Lets just keep these over your head from now on." He leaned forward more, bracing his weight on his elbows. "I've been wanting to lick you all over since I took your clothes off last night." He began to follow through. From her neck to her breasts, circling around her nipples. He felt her hips arch up against him, bathing him in heat again. He stifled a groan and lapped at her nipple. She came apart beneath him, calling out to him as her body shuttered from another orgasm. Oh god I can't take this anymore. Think nice long cold shower Mark. Get a grip of yourself. Uh bad choice of words. Oh god her legs are strong. She had locked them around him in a vice, urging him closer for more contact. He pushed her thighs apart so he could work his way lower. His hands kneaded the flesh of her inner thighs; he licked the crease between her leg and pubic mound. Her breathing hitched when he moved lower and kissed her wetness. Her fingers threaded through his hair so she could guide him to all the right spots. He ran the flat of his tongue over the length of her vagina before concentrating on her swollen clit. When he felt her getting close to coming again he stopped his ministrations and nibbled at her thighs. Her breathing was laboured, short panting gasps and moans filled the room. He started his licking and kissing of her pussy again when her breathing had calmed down a bit. He brought her to the peak again but stopped just short of orgasm. She groaned in frustration when he began to lick her fingers and suckle on them. "Did you want me to stop?" he asked with a wicked smile. Her eyes burned into him as her answer. They had become a deep blue with flecks of green. She pressed the heal of her foot between his shoulders, urging him to keep going. "Hmmm I didn't think so. Put your hands over your head again." She complied with a groan of more frustration. "Hmm Mark let me touch you..." she pleaded. Mark ignored her and went back to devouring her. He circled his tongue around her clit and down the edge of her swollen lips. Her moans became louder as he edged his way back up to her clit. When he took it between his lips and gently sucked on it she came hard. She screamed his name over and over as he took her up and over again and again. He mentally counted how many times she came. Two, three, four...FIVE!!! Arianna was crying when he came up to kiss her. She tasted herself on his lips and tongue when he kissed her deeply. When he untied her hands her arms wrapped around his broad shoulders; her fingers left a trail of feather light touches over his warm skin. Mark kissed her cheeks; tasting her tears. "I've never had that happen before Mark." She whispered. Her hands moved lower to touch his hips and the small of his back. "You're incredible. Your hands, your mouth, you tongue." She kissed him lightly between each statement. "You make me burn. I want to make you burn too." He groaned and kissed her more. "You have been. I think I'll die if I don't feel you holding me, feel your heat surround Me." as he kissed her over and over, nibbling on her lips she worked her hand between their bodies. He swore when her hand found him. She had barely touched him but he thought he would lose it right there. "You're so hard... so warm..."she bit her lip as she measured him with her hand. "So big." She watched the muscles of his jaw flinch as he fought for control. "Mark, I've never been with someone this big...I'm worried I can't handle it." She looked away from him; scared she would see anger. "I have an idea then." He turned her to look at him. "How about you be in control." He rolled onto his back taking her with him. Feeling her on top of him brought back memories of that morning. "Hmm I was so hard this morning when I had you cradled against me. When you touched me I had to fight with every fibre of my being not to seduce you right there." He tucked her hair behind her ear again; his hand lingered on her cheek. "I give you my word not to lose control. Take as much or as little as you want, even if it means stopping completely. You're in control, Ok?" She gave him a pensive look before nodding. "Trust me," he asked "Make love with me." "I thought that's what we'd been doing." She commented. She began to slowly take the head of his penis inside her. Her body shivered as she took an inch inside her. She rocked her hips releasing him, pushing back down taking him deeper with each movement. Dew misted her body and her breathing became heavy and short. She felt herself stretch around him. "Oh god you're so tight." He murmured against her throat. He could feel every inch of her quiver, muscles contracting and loosening. She was so wet too. Mark had to fight with every breath not to rock his hips upwards, burying himself in her to the hilt. He concentrated on stroking her back, her arms, her hips anything to distract himself. On a groan she took him deep inside her. Her breathing shortened, the walls of her vagina tightened uncontrollably around him. "Oh Mark... I can't believe you're all the way inside me!" She rocked her hips in shallow strokes, letting herself loosen up. When she could move more freely she sat up, running her hands over her body as she slowly mated with him. Mark gripped her hips as she rode him. Her head was thrown back in passion; she kept changing the angle of her hips trying to rub his head against the right spot inside her. As he watched the firelight flicker over her moist skin the threads of his control began to break one by one. "Arianna..."he moaned. "I'm don't know how long I can hold out." She purred as she bent down to lick one of his nipples, stopping all movement. Mark's hips instinctively rocked up against her knocking her off balance. She fell forward onto his chest. She chuckled at his eagerness. "Why don't we change the rules? I release you of your promise to me. I don't want you to hold back any longer." "You don't know what you're saying Arianna... I don't want to hurt you..." "Shhhhh, you won't." Her eyes showed her certainty. There was no doubt at all, only need and passion. Mark could wait no longer. In swift movements he sat up and reversed their positions, never breaking their link. He gazed down at her while he began to move within her. His pace was slow, his hips ground against her pushing as deep as he could within her softness. She moaned and bit his shoulder, locked her legs around his waist urging him for more. As he picked up his pace her hands raced over his body, she was chanting his name over and over. He felt her tighten around him and her body go tense before she began screaming out to her maker from an earth shattering orgasm. That last thread he'd been holding so tightly snapped. He began to pound into her full force, his hand sought hers, lacing their fingers together. Palm to palm over her head. He could barely feel her nails rake over his back he was so far gone. Tears streamed down her cheeks as she came again in a multiple orgasm. Mark gave a cry as he spilled into her. His body bucked against hers with each burst draining him of his strength and any conscious thought. He collapsed on her, one hand joined with hers the other lost in her hair. After what seemed like forever she stirred beneath him. He was suddenly aware that he was probably crushing the life out of her. He was surprised she could breath at all. He rolled onto his side, taking her with him, holding her close and stroking the length of her body. She just made soft noises in the back of her throat. "I hope I didn't suffocate you..." he kissed her forehead. "You should have pushed me off you." "Hmm why would I want to do that? I like feeling you on Me." she nibbled and kissed his throat. "Ok now I know I killed off a couple million brain cells from suffocating you." He chuckled. "Arianna?" "Yes?" "You know I'm never letting you leave this island after this." It was a quiet statement. He expected her to fight him on this. "Maybe to go get the rest of your things where ever they are." "Only if you make love to me like that every night... if you don't think you're up to that then I..." She was cut off by a long deep kiss. When he finished she commented, "I guess that's a yes then." "Hmm give me a few minutes and I'll prove it to you."