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�I have to get to
My name is Julie Hudson.�
I am a freelance photographer and I�ve been hired to do a photo shoot on
the small
The person I am talking to is Jim Carmichael, the pilot of
the local air service here in
�Please, Jim, I really need to get there!�
�I don�t know, Julie.� There�s a pretty bad storm brewing just South of here.� Can�t you wait until it passes?�
�No, I must be there by this evening!� I�ll pay you double if you�ll take me now!�
�OK, but it�s against my better judgement.� Get your gear and let�s board.�
The twin engine Cessna took off easily and in moments we were over blue water.� I gazed down at the expanse of nothing as Jim gained altitude and then I settled back and closed my eyes, hoping to take a little nap.
I was awakened by the violent shaking of the aircraft and found Jim fighting to maintain control of the plane.� All around us were dark clouds and rain was pelting the windshield.
�What is this?� I asked.
�That storm I warned you about.� I�m trying to find an altitude we can get to without using oxygen.� Didn�t think to add any canisters so we�re stuck to something under 10,000 feet.� Even that�s risky!�
My stomach was doing a real number now as the plane dropped what seem a thousand feet and suddenly rose up again.� I clasped my arms across my chest and hugged myself to keep from shaking.
The engine on the right side suddenly sputtered and coughed.� Jim looked over with troubled eyes while trying to restart the idle motor.
�Uh Oh!� We got real problems!�
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The plane began to descend at a rapid rate and I strained to see something outside but everything was getting darker and darker.
�Where are we?�
�Not sure,� he replied, �but somewhere between
As we descended, I could see the sweat break out on Jim�s forehead as he fought the controls.� The storm increased in ferocity and the plane was buffeted about like a dandelion in the wind.� I began to shiver and I wished I had worn more than a T-shirt and khaki shorts.� Suddenly the clouds parted a bit and I could see a small island beneath us.
�Jim!� There�s land!� We�re over an island!�
�Yeah, I see it.� Now if I can just ease her down on that beach!�
The waves were crashing on to the shore and I wondered how Jim was ever going to land in this horrific wind.� We were still bouncing around like a yo-yo and we couldn�t have been over 100 feet above the water.
�Hang on!� Jim shouted, seconds before the plane struck the water.� I flew forward and banged my head on the instrument panel, causing me to black out.� I was dimly aware of being in the water and being pulled from the plane.� After that, I couldn�t remember anything.
I came to, laying face down on the beach with waves gently breaking over my legs.� I felt a warmth on my back and slowly realized that it had quit raining.� I raised myself up on my elbows and looked around.� As far as I could see in either direction, the beach ran with a jungle beginning some fifty yards back from the water.� Jim was nowhere to be seen.
I sat up and surveyed myself to see what, if anything, was out of place.� Aside from a torn T-shirt, I appeared to be uninjured.� Shakily, I stood up and brushed the sand from my face.
�Hey!�
I was startled at the sound of the voice and turned to see Jim emerging from the jungle.� He was carrying a bag in one hand and a big knife in the other.
�Good to see you�re up and about.� Feel OK?�
�Yea, I think so.� What have you got?�
�I was able to grab a few supplies from the plane before it sank.� I missed the beach about a hundred yards before that wave grabbed us.� A couple of trips back, after I got you ashore, was all the time I had.� I�ve been looking around.� Looks like we�re the only ones on this place, as far as I could see.� The good news is there is plenty of fruit around and I found a small fresh water stream about a quarter of a mile into the jungle.� Hungry?�
�Starved!� So, what are our chances of getting rescued?�
Jim handed me a couple of bananas from the bag while he proceeded to carve up a mango.�
�Well, I�m not sure where in the hell we are.� If we�re in the shipping lanes, we should be
able to attract attention with a bonfire.�
Maybe they�ll send out search planes looking for us when we don�t arrive
in
Jim had salvaged a parachute from the plane and we used that to erect a shelter just inside the jungle.� Wet, afraid and hungry, I spent my first night.
As the days passed, I began to give up all hope that we would be found.� There was no sign of any passing ships or planes overhead.� I must confess that I was not uncomfortable living on the island.� Jim was a good provider of food and water and the shelter he had constructed protected us from the monsoon rains that came every evening.� He had not attempted any passes toward me which left me a bit confused but I enjoyed his company.
As time passed, our clothing became more and more disreputable.� With the combination of sun and rain, my T-shirt was little more than a few shreds of cloth.� Likewise, my shorts had torn in the most revealing places and did little to cover my ass.� Jim had long since tossed his shirt and was down to his trousers that he had removed the legs from.� His muscular body was on display and I couldn�t help but stare at him constantly.� I thought of taking a piece of the parachute to make a sarong out of but it was rapidly deteriorating as well.
After we had been marooned for more than a month, I was down to my thong panties and a T-shirt that barely covered my tits.� When it would rain, I may as well have been completely naked.� Jim pretended not to notice my nudity but I could tell from the lump in his trousers that he was well aware of it.� Finally, one night I was awakened when Jim�s hand began to massage my breasts.� Half awake, I moaned as the pleasant sensations filled my brain.� When his hand touched my stomach and began to stroke it gently, I whimpered and searched for his lips with my own.� His tongue explored the inner recesses of my mouth as we clasped each other tightly.
I felt his fingers grasped the top of my panties and I raised my hips as he pulled them down my legs.� I opened my thighs and gasped when I felt his stiff erection poised at the entrance to my pussy.
�Yes!� Yes!� I moaned, lifting my body to meet his.� With one thrust, he buried his cock in my sopping wet cunt, sending me into a frenzy of ecstasy.� Slowly he moved in and out of me while his lips caressed my nipples.� I was overcome with lust and wrapped my legs around his body, grunting with each thrust of his cock.� The two of us came simultaneously with my scream and his shout echoing through the jungle.� Exhausted, we lay still connected and fell into a deep sleep.
After that evening, we decided it was foolish to attempt to cover our nakedness.� Our clothes were in such disrepair anyway, we simply abandon the silly conventions and spent our days nude.� When Jim would look at me and smile in a certain way, I would smile back and the two of us would fuck until we couldn�t move.� It was an idyllic setting and we were once again Adam and Eve in the Garden of Eden.� It seemed that we had everything we needed and rescue was a distant dream.
I don�t know how long we had been on the island before the day I decided to do some exploring. �Jim and I had made love that morning to the accompaniment of my screams of pleasure.� With his cum dripping down my thighs, I laughed and ran down the beach, splashing in the gentle waves that washed the shore.� I had seldom roamed far from our little camp but that day I decided to see more of our island.
You see, I looked at it as our private little world, undisturbed by the witless demands of the world we had left.� Our days consisted of sleeping, eating, drinking and fucking.� What more could a person want?
I have no idea how far I wandered from our camp.� I had been gone well over an hour and developed a ravenous appetite.� Wandering into the inner jungle in search of some fruit I soon became disoriented and couldn�t find my way back to the beach.� The further I went, the more lost I became until I became terrified that I wouldn�t find my way back.� The jungle was so dense, the sun was virtually hidden from view, making it impossible to determine my directions.� The undergrowth tore at my flesh and I began to bleed from several small scratches on my hips and breasts.
Suddenly I stopped.� Staring at me from behind a large bush were two large eyes.� The face behind them was painted in several colors but the underlying flesh was black.� I turned to run but I was greeted with another pair of eyes.� Each direction I turned I found myself surrounded by these painted faces, staring silently at me.� I decided to make a dash for it and darted through the brush, ignoring the scrapes and abrasions from the undergrowth.� I had not traveled more than a few yards before strong arms grasped me around the shoulders. As I opened my mouth to scream, a hand clasped over my lips, muffling my cries for help.� More hands grasped my ankles and lifted my legs from the ground until I was held in the air, parallel to the earth.� I felt rough ropes being wrapped around my wrists and ankles, tied so tight that I cried out in pain.� A long pole slid between my arms and legs and I was hoisted into the air, slung by my arms and legs like a bundle of wash.� Off we went through the jungle at a rapid pace, the brush tearing at my exposed back and butt.� I was bounced up and down, my tits flopping obscenely and my breath coming in gasps.�
After what seemed an eternity, we cleared the jungle and I saw that we were once again on a beach.� Two dugout canoes had been pulled up on the sand and it was into one of these that my body was thrown.� With a shout, the natives pushed off into the water and began to paddle furiously.� Frightened and exhausted, I fell into a dark hole, seeking comfort from unconsciousness.
LATER
I have no idea how long I lay in the bottom of that canoe.� I was brought back when arms lifted me and the pole once again placed between my arms and legs.� Again we started back through the jungle, with me bouncing up and down lewdly.� After a while we came to a clearing and I could hear the shouts and murmurs of others.� When I was lowered to the ground, I saw dozens of natives gathered around me, staring down at me with curious eyes.� There were both men and women, young and old, and even several children surrounding me.� All of them were as naked as I and their dark skin glistened as if they had bathed in oil.
I was lifted to my feet and, for the first time, could get an impression of my surroundings.� I was in the middle of a large clearing in the jungle with small huts lining the edges of the clearing.� It was obviously a campground of the natives as several small fires were burning here and there and the smell of food cooking filled my nostrils.
For some strange reason, I was not particularly afraid, although the stares I received from both the men and the women did nothing to reassure me.� I tried to indicate that I was hungry and thirsty, but my pantomime was unsuccessful.� Gratefully, I held up my arms as the rope was cut from both my wrists and ankles.� I rubbed my arms to restore some circulation but was instantly seized by my shoulders and half pushed, half dragged toward the other side of the clearing.
I was taken to an area that was apart from the huts, just at the edge of the clearing.� Two posts stood a few feet apart and it was between these that I was taken.� Ropes once again encircled my wrists and my arms were raised from my sides and lashed to the two posts.� More ropes were tied to my ankles and my legs pulled wide apart to be secured to the posts.� I was now securely tied in a spread position and fear finally overtook me.� Expecting the worst, I was surprised when the crowd of natives dispersed, leaving me hanging between the posts alone.
Left to my thoughts, I wondered about Jim.� Would he come looking for me?� As far as I knew, I could be on a completely different island.� My idyllic world had suddenly come to an end.� Tears ran down my cheeks while I awaited whatever fate these strange people had in store for me.
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