Chapter 15
The days and nights passed. I had initially started the practice of marking
the passage of time by using a piece of charcoal to scratch dates on a flat
piece of wood. I missed several days and had to make a catch-up estimate. Then
another remiss and more time slipped by. One night as I watched a new moon
crest, I realized I had no idea what day it was or how long we had been here.
More significantly the need and importance of the civilized "knowing the time"
had unconsciously faded. I was aware of the sun rising and the coming of night.
The cycle of tides had become a daily flow in our activities. I had tossed the
last vestige of civilized time into the evening fire.
We were hunting.
I was perched on a tree branch high above a faint game trail the girls had
found. I was naked except for my genitalia that were stuffed into a loose
leather jock-like pouch. I had learned early and painfully why the savages in
National Geographic always seemed to be wearing something like this in the bush.
I held a heavy but well-balanced spear above my head as I peered into the
clearing below me.
The smaller females seemed to be able to slip through the undergrowth
unimpeded.
There was a whistle and the thick foliage rustled. A fat hog-like rodent
burst squealing into view. A painted Jennifer suddenly appeared as she stepped
from the dark green mass of the jungle. She seemed to leap across the clearing.
She was magnificent.
Jennifer was a beautiful brown blur of sleekly naked Amazon. She ran with a
spear poised above her head.
I watched in awe.
She cast the spear and dropped the animal cleanly. The spear had entered its
hindquarters and sunk in a foot. The beast squealed and spun in a circle. A
running Brittany came at it from the side and with a wicked-looking homemade
machete nearly detached its head at the spine with a vicious downward stroke.
Blood spurted as it jerked and died.
I sat down on the branch and clapped my hands in appreciation. The two
huntresses looked up at me. Both looked wildly savage.
The more buxom Brittany had adopted a tied-tight cloth halter for support.
Her heaving breasts bulged in their restraint. Red specks of blood clung to the
tops of her swelling mounds. She had a low-slung belt and leather machete sheath
on her hips. Her long mane of blonde hair, now bleached almost white by the sun,
was braided tightly to her head and hung behind her. The almost-white strip of
pubic hair stood out from her browned loins. Her neck collar had been interwoven
with some colored stones and shells. She held her bloody weapon above her head
and screamed in primordial triumph.
The business-like Jennifer planted her foot on the creature and tugged her
spear free. She immediately closely examined the tip of her weapon for wear. She
was completely naked except for her flower and shell garnished neck collar. The
females had discovered body paints by crushing berries, flowers and mixing them
with coconut oil. Jennifer had dark green cat-like stripes covering her brown
body. I had noticed that a feminine awareness always dictated the war paint
application. The swirl of color accented those up-thrust breasts and if your eye
followed the pattern flow across her flat stomach and thighs it was carried to a
highlighted pubis.
She looked up at me and smiled, her brilliant white teeth shining from her
darkened face and reddened lips.
"Red meat tonight!" she proclaimed proudly.
Dinner spat, dripped and steamed on a spit above the fire. Brittany turned it
occasionally as she watched Jennifer and me. I had decided some sex before
supper would be appropriate.
The cleaned and paint-free Jennifer had her arms stretched out and her hands
against a palm tree with her backside thrust back. She balanced on her toes. I
stood behind her between her widely spread legs with my erection nearly fully
buried in her anus. She had her head down and with my slow in-stroke she moaned,
brought her head up and shook the mane of her loose brown hair.
"God that hurts," she said with a grunt.
We had found that boiling coconut shells would release a thick oily goop.
While its smell and color was slightly disgusting, it was as good a lubricant as
KY jelly. We had practiced anal sex on a regular basis and the slender girl had
slowly learned to accept almost a full penetration of her rectum. I was not sure
what excited me more, the tightness of this lean girlish frame or my dominance
in this act.
I held her hips and began a slow cautious driving. She would try and meet my
thrusts but would always pull back at a certain point. My cock had another inch
to go to be fully buried. I could feel a tight resistance on my cock head. I
pushed at it.
"Oh no more," she writhed under me. "I can't."
"You must," I said simply. "Rub your clit... Refocus."
"Ohhhh God!" She sounded pitiful. But she dropped her hand and I saw her arm
begin a slow stroke.
I looked over at the watching Brittany. Her expression was of worried
concern. Feeling my attention on her, she dropped her eyes and rotated the meat.
The two girls had formed a very tight bond in the past weeks. They seemed to be
a constant. Theirs was a relationship beyond my scope. I had noticed that
whatever they would be doing was accomplished with a minimum of speech. Their
individual movements could almost blend into one seamless action.
"Ohhhh yesss," Jennifer hissed and her arm movement became rapidly frantic.
She jerked and bounced on the end of my cock. The teenager had an intense
climax. She shuddered in my hands.
I held her against me, the tight resistance suddenly dropped away and I felt
my hips mash against her hard bottom as we fully joined. My cock was buried to
the hilt in her young ass. I felt her balled butt muscle twitch momentarily and
a corresponding squeeze on my cock and then she relaxed.
Her head hung loosely. I began a slow fucking of her tight recesses. She
limply accepted me with a very relaxed corresponding rolling motion.
"Good girl," I said soothingly.
From past experience with her I knew that continued prolonged abrasion would
only mean more days until our next anal session. I pulled slowly from her. As my
dick popped free Jennifer collapsed weakly to her knees and then fell over on
her side to lie in a ball in the sand.
I turned and motioned to a cautiously expectant Brittany. She stood and
walked over to me, knelt and wordlessly took me in her mouth. Her head began a
slow bobbing. I knew she was completely repulsed by where my penis had just
been. But the submissive overcoming her prejudices and her compliant obeisance
always pleased me.
"Suck it clean now," I said lightly to her. I pulled the glistening cock till
the head just rested within her pursed lips. I acted if I was examining myself.
Her eyes came up to mine.
"That's my good Brittany," I said then placing my hands on her head I slowly
fucked her mouth.
After a moment I had her layback in the sand. Kneeling above her face I
lowered my hips to sit on her soft full bosom and began an earnest driving into
her tightly ovaled mouth. She had gotten very good at this and was able to
maintain an amazing suction on even my most uncontrolled and driving thrusts.
When I came it was so intense I thought she was going to suck the soul out of
me.
I rested, crouched over her with my shrinking erection slowly pulling from
her now gently kissing mouth. Her tongue was slowly caressing the sensitive tip.
She had swallowed every drop of discharge. Her eyes were closed as she was
almost in a religious ecstasy as she licked the last remnants from her lips.
I came to my feet and had a fleeting depressive post-coital thought of who
was really maintaining an upper hand on this island.
Whatever species that animal might be was tasty.
The hacked and tattered carcass was stuck upright on the end of a length of
bamboo in the sand. I was lying back in my hammock letting supper settle. The
ever-moving Jennifer squatted in the firelight running a stone against a new
spear tip. Brittany was cutting strips of meat from the roast.
We had adapted to one big meal a day. Dinner was no social occasion but life
and death business. Talk during this period had been scant. The girls had a
whispered conference earlier and I had heard "asshole" mentioned. I had wondered
if they were discussing Jennifer's backside. Now only the ever-present sounds of
the surf filled the void.
I broke the silence. "Just take her the whole damn thing, Brittany. It will
be spoiled by morning anyway."
The blonde looked up me. Her expression was unreadable in the shadowed
firelight.
I knew the girls had secretly been feeding Kimberly the past weeks. I had let
the breech of rules go un-enforced. It was unspoken knowledge among the three of
us. I had not seen Kimberly except from a distance since that last fateful
night.
"Tell her I said to enjoy it because that is the last meal she steals from
me."
Now both girls stared at me
"That's it. She needs to make up her mind." I added, "Tell her I said there
is no help coming."
I believed that to be a fact. If someone were truly looking for us, we would
have been rescued by now. I had no idea what god-forsaken corner of the earth we
had been blown to by that typhoon, but I had not even seen jet vapor trails in
the sky.
"I don't think she will ever do what you want," Brittany said softly.
"Well," I said, "we shall let her starve.'
The girl's exchanged glances.
"I am serious... no more feeding her," I added.
I would like to say that my rule had become an unquestioned absolute with
these two teens. But the reality was an almost daily negotiation of status.
Rules always seemed to end up having a loophole. I had gained a deep
understanding of the alpha male position in a natural setting. Dominance had to
be established and reestablished. The survival abilities of the unit would be
handicapped if the weaker were spiritually or physically beaten to complete
submission. There was a fine line we walked between questioned authority and
obedience.
I stretched out a foot and wagged it.
"Tell her she must crawl here completely naked on her belly like a snake and
lick the sand from my foot." I added. "That is if she wants to live."
I gave the two my no-nonsense expression and then lay my head back to stare
up at the brilliant night sky. I heard the shuffling of their feet, some
receding whispers and then just the sea.
