Date: Tue, 2 Oct 2007 10:24:14 -0700 (PDT)
From: phoenix girl <pyramidfirequeen@yahoo.com>
Subject: The Island of Lust  Chapter 1

I hope this story maintains the quality of my previous work. I've broken
this story into two chapters. The first chapter takes awhile to get into
the mood, from then on I think it picks up. I hope you all enjoy this one
as much as my other story "She-Wolf".


One of my earliest memories was of my father. He often took me to a place
where there were men who drank liquor and smelt like they never bathed. He
used to put me on a table among the glasses, and make me sing in trade for
some spare change. The men would laugh and kiss me, and try and make me
drink their foul liquor.

It would always be dark when we returned home. My father took clumsy steps,
and sang some obscene song. He stumbled many times before crawling on all
fours to our doorstep. Sometimes he would begin to cry, saying that someone
had stolen his house.

Then my mother would open the door and beat my father with her broomstick,
screaming at him because of his drunken state. It was she who'd arranged
for my immediate departure. She'd arranged for me to marry a distant cousin
who lived in the Pacific.

She didn't arrange this marriage out of concern for my wellbeing. Upon my
arrival she was promised a dowry if I were still a virgin. She
unceremoniously lifted my skirt to verify; her eyes sparkled with delight
at the prospect of receiving good value for all her sacrifices of enduring
me.

"Remain a virgin until you marry!" She declared frigidly at the harbour.
"Or don't bother returning at all!"

And those were my last words with my mother. I was forced into marriage to
compensate all expenses my mother had with me in my upbringing.

Standing on deck I was captivated in a kind of reverie. Everything struck
me as differently from anything I had ever seen throughout my whole life on
land. I had never even seen the sea until just recently. They hoisted the
anchor on deck and lashed it firmly down with ropes.

It was a bright warm day when our ship stretched her canvass to the breeze
and sailed towards the Pacific. The captain bellowed an order, the men
scampered obediently, the ship swayed, and the mainland gradually
disappeared from our sights.

"Don't you worry little Miss," reassured the first-mate. "Soon we'll see
land and you'll be joining ye husband."

"My husband," I thought sadly to myself.

I twirled my engagement ring around my finger feeling its heavy burden like
lead. How miserable I felt at that moment, though I tried to hide my
misery.  I wanted my freedom; I wanted to take away this suffocating noose
from my neck and breathe.

I tried to imagine the savages who lived in this region of the unknown
world and the infinite freedom they had. I dreamed of the pure, white,
stunning shores, the luxuriant palm-trees and how wonderful it might be to
live on an island.

"I wish I did not have to marry a stranger." I whispered to the sea in
jest. "I'd give you my ring as a sacrifice."

I laughed at my childishness, but all of a sudden a ripple made me
accidentally drop my ring and I panicked. My husband-to-be would not
appreciate my losing a family heirloom.

Suddenly, I noticed something sparkling in the water. A bitter wind blew
which chilled me to the bone. A sailor grabbed my wrist as if I had done
something mischievous and glared at me: "I saw what you did!"

"What?!" I glared horrified.

"A lass likes you aughts to knows better than striking a bargain with ere'
Devil!"

"Leave me alone," I pulled. "I don't know what you are talking about!"

"T'he sea is a d'angerous bitch! You made an offering to the devil, didn't
ya! Eh, lass?"

"Let the girl go!" The first mate commanded from behind.

"But sir ..." he protested surprised from the intrusion. "This ere' lass
was a making a barg--"

"Now!" His voice was menacing. "Or it's the whip for you!"

He let me go and I ran away to my chambers down below. Little did I know
that my wish was going to be granted sooner than I expected.

That very night an awful storm spurted upon our ship. The first gust of
wind carried away two of the masts; and left only the forward mast
standing. The captain gave specific orders not to hoist a sail on it.

For nine days the tempest seethed all of its fury upon us and everything
was swept off the decks except for one small boat. The steersman was
fastened to the wheel for fear that he should be washed away. The
passengers remained below deck in prayer for our salvation.

I overheard the captain whispering to his first mate that he had no
knowledge of where we were, because the storm had blown us farther off our
original course than had been expected. At the first light on the fifth
morning of the windstorm land was sighted ahead.  It was an island
encircled by a reef of coral on which the waves smashed in fury.

"Christ Almighty!" cursed the captain. "The fucking wind is blowing us into
the reef!"

The captain took control of the wheel in a desperate attempt to steer the
ship away from danger. Before any action could be done a monstrous wave
broke on our stern, tearing the rudder completely off, and leaving us at
the ruthlessness of the winds and waves.

The ship was now extremely close the rocks. The men were readying the
single lifeboat, and the captain beside them giving orders to save the
women and children first. However his orders were disregarded and now it
was every man for them selves. It was then that the biggest wave I had ever
seen crashed towards us. It brought our ship directly into the reef.

 I was swept off the deck seizing hold of anything my hands could grab. The
next instant I discovered myself struggling against the wild sea. The ship
was spinning wildly in the waves, and all the sailors were tossed into the
foaming waves.

Gasping for breath, blinded, terrified beyond all imagination, I cried to
God from all my heart, I began to give up all hope as my strength
failed. White-water crashed above me, turbulent and gleeful in their livid
tango of destruction.

Mountains of water buried me alive, roaring, swishing, growling out a
horrid symphony of death! Tears rushed to my terrified eyes, and with a
sharp cry I pleaded for salvation.

I felt my lungs about to explode as the water began to fill them up. The
horrible burning sensation of drowning overwhelmed my very essence. Just
when I was about to give up when I felt two hands catch me.

"Do you wish to live?" Asked a voiced.

"Yes!" I shouted the thought in my mind. "I'll do anything!!"

"Our deal is sealed!" The voice whispered.

Then I became numb and passed out.

On convalescing from my blackout, I found myself lying on a bank of soft
sand, coughing out the saltwater from my lungs. I lay there for what seemed
like hours, letting the flowing water wash around me. I remained relaxed,
feeling my strength return.

It was then that I saw a strange figure for the very first time. The image
my eyes saw at first was hazy, almost like a mirage. It strutted
majestically towards me with a club in one hand and a bow with arrows tied
onto its back.

My eyes began to clear and I was shocked and then stunned. It was a coppery
coloured woman; her constitution was firm, athletic yet nimble; her skin
was tanned from exposure to the sun and her figure full and shapely. She
appeared to be a strapping robust woman whom I could only depict as an
Amazon.

Suddenly she stopped!

I had heard so many stories about savages and cannibals in this remote part
of the world, but I had no clue if they were true or not.

Her coppery skin sparkled in the sun and she was tall for a woman, close to
six feet tall and broad-shouldered; her legs were long and flawlessly
chiselled, with smooth muscular thighs narrowing down to her knees; her
calves were flickering with power; her ankles were slim; her feet were
bare.

At first I thought she hadn't seen me because she appeared to be admiring
the beach. With her back turned to me I got a plain view of her virtually
naked rear. The loincloth scarcely covered her bare buttocks and exposed
her sensual firm coppery legs.

I found myself hypnotized at the sight of this savage female who probably
didn't know civilization or religion.

"Help me!" I cried weakly. "Please!"

She turned towards me and squatted down; her perfect muscular buttocks
separated slightly; I discovered horrified that she wasn't wearing any
undergarments. She was apparently indifferent to the nakedness of her own
flesh; her facial expression was fierce and stern.

"Water!" I begged. "Water please!"

She stood up apparently ignoring my requests as if she didn't understand me
or couldn't hear me. She wore a simple leather strap to support her
breasts.

"Water--"

Abruptly, a leather flask was unkindly thrown on my chest. I was still in a
sort of vague, mystified consciousness; a half-waking half-sleeping
condition. I almost thought that I must still be on board the ship dreaming
everything.

"Drink!" Her gruff voice commanded. "I will not carry you!"

I turned to meet the eyes of the strange dark woman, who, with a look of
intense interest, was gazing into my face. I asked her questions but she
remained mute. She poked me a few times in the ribs just like one might do
to an animal. I dared not antagonise her in any way.

"Come! Now!" She grabbed me by the wrist and dragged me behind her.

"Hey!" I objected still confused. "Where're you taking me?"

"To my hut!"

I watched her feline pace as she moved, her long legs glistening under the
very loincloth, her breasts bobbing up and down under her leather
strap. The way she moved was graceful as if she floated on air.

The Amazon walked up the mountain in front of me and I struggled to keep
up. I couldn't help staring at the Amazon's strapping legs that were almost
constantly at my eye-level as we climbed the steep trail. I had never seen
anybody naked, not even myself, so the sight of her nudity scandalized me.

I had never seen a woman with such a strong muscular build. Her lean body
must have been the result of hard labour and good breeding. The dark
woman's bulk shimmered with a covering of perspiration that further toned
her muscular frame.

"Is it any farther," I began gagging for breath from my physical
exertion. "I'm dieing here!"

My heavy dress was nearly roasting me alive in this godless heat. The
Amazon frowned annoyed at my complaining; to my horror she turned to face
me and began to rip off my clothes. She slapped me lightly on the face when
I protested and she widened her eyes menacingly.

"Keep still!" She snarled. "Or I'll give you a real reason to cry!"

"Savage!" I mumbled inaudibly under my breath.

My cheeks crimsoned with embarrassment. I was still rather small, five foot
two inches, not yet quite developed as most men would like. She tore my
dress to pieces and improvised a loincloth for me.

Her eyes were flashing into mine in ceaseless search of
rebelliousness. Pleased at my humility she ordered me to walk and to follow
her.

"What about my --" I hesitated and then whispered afraid to be overheard "my
breasts?"

"Those mosquito bites!" She sneered. "There's barely anything to hide."

I was genuinely hurt by that remark and I could tell she knew it.

"You can't treat me like this!"

"Yes I can," she jutted her biceps out with a mocking expression. "An
insect like you won't survive by yourself. I am the master and you are the
slave! Defy me and you'll starve to death! Any questions?"

I could tell just by looking at her exceptional tendons that this woman was
not jesting. She could crush a man's head with hand whenever she desired
to. I dwarfed in comparison to an average person, let alone this
colossus. She held all the power on this island so I remained silent.

"Good answer!" She smiled scornfully. "Remember, I didn't have to save you
and you depend on me to survive. From now you call me mistress!"

She was right about everything. I needed her more than she needed me. I
didn't posses any survival skills and I would soon starve to death without
any help.

We continued walking until sunset when we reached a small but deep rift. On
the other side of the rift was a cabin perched on the tip. It made any
escape impossible for me. She grabbed me by the waist and took hold of a
vine and swung us over to the other side.

This part of the island was cut off from the main island and here she left
me. She'd return at night and make me cook and serve her as if I were a
common slave. I didn't really mind doing chores and I think she actually
came to enjoy my cooking, although she'd never admit it.

"This food isn't fit for pigs!" She threw the plate on to the floor. "Are
you trying to poison me?!"

"There's nothing wrong with the food." I answered patiently.

"Are you calling me a liar in my own house?" Her shiny dark brow zoomed in
on me. "Well? Are you?"

"No." My jaw flexed violently and then I answered: "Maybe I should leave
your food raw from now on!"

No sooner had I uttered those words than I regretted them. The Amazon
sprang across the room, her face twisted with anger. I shrank back and
uttered a cry of fear. Instinctively I turned around to run but she grabbed
my writs and twisted it.

"You'll pay for you insolence!" She stared at me with a snarl curled on her
lips. "Tonight and tomorrow you don't eat!"

Her pupils bellowed a silent message that any disobedience would be
punished. She chained my ankle to the table. Those livid dark eyes would
constantly observe me as if I were going to run away.

After that episode I learnt to restrain my tongue and be as obedient as
possible. I tried to keep entirely to myself and follow her instructions to
the best of my abilities. She would use any excuse to burden me with extra
work and punish me for any odd reason. Sometimes she'd withhold food from
me until I'd completed her demands.

The weeks passed, then months and no sign of a ship or any help from
civilisation. Frequently I made excursions on this side of the island and
discovered a deep bath-like pool. It was replenished from a small cascade
of azure coloured water. I bathed frequently there.

One day she ordered me to build her an enclosure to grow foodstuffs. It
took me half the day to set it up properly. I hadn't eaten since the
morning when she came to inspect my work.

She looked at it carelessly and shook her head disapprovingly. I modestly
admit that there was nothing wrong with it; she, however, thought to differ
by treading through it like a wild animal and destroying my hard labour.

"Do it again." She commanded frigidly. "And do it properly this time."

We stood there glaring at each other with animal rage. She was half
expecting me to run off and cry, but I would not give this savage the
pleasure. I turned around and began digging energetically on the
enclosure. She grunted furiously and went away.

That night I was exhausted and tired, too tired to sleep. My muscles were
aching from all the work. I rested with my eyes closed pretending to be
asleep.

Abruptly I heard her arrive. The full moon rose over the hut, reflecting
its rays upon the Amazon. Nothing stirred in the windless air except for
the cries of crickets and other creatures of the night.

My pale semi-naked complexion glowed under the luminance of the
moon. Something in my nakedness must have affected her, for she stopped on
her tracks and kneeled before my tiny frame. She lay down her bow and
arrows, and remained silent as if in prayer.

Was this heathen going to sacrifice my body to some pagan god? I almost
screamed horrified at the possibility, but I managed to strangle the cry.

The Amazon continued to look serious. I didn't know what to do or say. I
remained perfectly still and waited to see what she would do. She took off
the leather strap from her breasts.

I peered from the corner of my eye. My heart began to beat a little faster
as I saw two fully exposed breasts wouldn't even fit in the palms of my
hands. For a second I thought she was going to wake me up and force me to
work.

However, to my surprise she didn't do anything to me. She began to work the
firm flesh of her breasts between her fingers. Two succulent jet-black
nipples shot out in full erection and I nearly gasped.

She suddenly stopped to inspect if I were awake or not, but I continued to
keep my eyes closed. Slowly, so as to not wake me, she manoeuvred over
me. I think she made out my half shut eyes, but pretended not to notice. I
believe she preferred me to remain asleep.

She wet the tip of her index finger with her tongue, and with great
tenderness began rotating her fingertip around and over my left nipple. I
shifted a little and the Amazon's smile widened. Whatever she was doing, it
was palpable that she'd had experience.

She leaned over to blow cool air on my pale skin and my nipple became
immediately rigid. The goosebumps raced down my arms and I felt a strange
coppery taste in my mouth and a tingling feeling between my legs. My heart
beat faster.

Instinctively, and I didn't know why, I lifted my knees and slowly spread
my legs until I was utterly open to this woman. My womanhood was small and
my smooth outer lips widened slightly as I pulled my legs apart.

The Amazon removed my loincloth with special care. I only managed to see
her through half-closed eyes; too hesitant to move. I knew she was studying
my pink inner region. As I held myself open to this colossal woman, my legs
trembled.

The beautiful Amazon swallowed hard. From the corner of my eye I noticed
that her breasts appeared firmer and bouncier. For some reason I knew she
couldn't take it any more. I knew she had an itch to touch my body some
more.

Emboldened by my lack of response, the Amazon brushed her tongue against my
ankles and moved upwards to my legs. A hard shiver ran through my spine.

Her own breath was rapidly panting now deep and guttural. She licked every
inch of my skin tenderly tasting my very essence. With her tongue she
tasted my nipple gently; then she began sucking and nipping on them a
little; then she sucked more savagely in involuntary ferocity.

I had no understanding what I was feeling, but I sighed and smiled with
contentment.

Feeling her fingers pinch my nipples, making them even harder if that were
possible, the intensity of her lips began to kiss the softness of my
shoulders, my arms, my neck, across my breasts.

I could feel the soft strands of her dark vaginal hairs rub up and down my
milky white leg. Intuitively, I pressed my knee against her womanhood and
her response was a muffled cry of ecstasy. Her womanhood press against my
knee felt overwhelming.

She got up and towered over me like a mountain and hesitated for a quick
second. She sat down between my legs. When I unconsciously started to react
by closing my legs, she gently grabbed an ankle in each hand and held them
wide apart.

"No you don't," she whispered under her breath. "This belongs to me!"

Her massive hands effortlessly fit all the way around my ankles. She held
me there until I realized that I was completely at her mercy. There were
tears of ecstasy in her eyes and she was far too mesmerized at my womanhood
to see me observing her.

She let go of my legs by placing them far apart far each other as she
could. She bent down until my smooth womanhood was only inches from her
face. She sat there smelling the scents I was producing.

"Yes!" She gasped.

Finally, she reached up and touched a tiny organ from between my legs,
which my mother had taught me was a clitoris. I didn't even know what it
was for except that I wasn't allowed to touch it. She told me never to
touch it or else the devil would take over my body.

My reaction was immediate; my body stiffened and I began to tremble
again. Not from the stimulation, but from fear. I was only discovering my
body, and I still pretended to be asleep.

The strangeness of having a person, a woman, touching me for the first time
was terrifying. I could feel her breath and thin lips kissing the smooth
skin of my womanhood. I raised my head and to see what she was doing, but
all her concentration was fixated on my hole. When she touched me it was
like an electric shock had jolted through my body.

What was she planning to do to me?

She let her entire hand cover my vagina; those strong hands easily covered
me with her warmness. She began to massage it over me and on the insides of
my legs. First between my legs then leisurely up my body to my navel; then
further up to my breasts squeezing them gently; she returned back down to
my womanhood where it began.

She touched that mysterious clitoris, barely the size of the tip of my
pinkie, and I jerked. Then she cupped my vagina with her entire hand; her
hand felt like it was on fire and the fragrance I created filled the whole
room making her wild.

She rubbed me lustily, feeling the glorious smoothness of my mound, and
then slowly pushed her hand up my body.

I was trembling now. My breath was quick as she felt the rise and fall of
it on my breasts. She ignored my nervousness and muttered something in her
native tongue while she caressed my upper body; reaching up to my breasts
and putting both her hands on my nipples. She kissed my womanhood
passionately as if it were a mouth.

Then she brought her hand back down, across my supine belly, across my
mound, back to my vagina, where she began to gently rub my clitoris with
her thumb. As she rubbed a little harder it began to harden. My legs
started to fold together but she put the other hand and kept my crack open
to her.

I had to yield to her ministrations and surrender.

She started to rub my womanhood with more pressure. I could tell that
something was starting to happen to me. My svelte body began to spasm from
the response of my Amazon's thumb upon my womanhood.

I didn't know what I was feeling was a natural response. I felt her thumb
massage me and her husky breath on my vagina; her middle finger then began
to spread smooth lips and pumping in and out; then she added a second one
inside of me.

Suddenly I felt a small amount of moisture at the bottom of her womanhood,
which surprised me. There was another feeling I'd never felt before. It was
getting more intense, and I didn't know what it was.

I felt frightened, happy and stargazed all at once, but I didn't want it to
stop. My breathing started to adjust to my Amazon's strokes; I was coming
in short little gasps.

"Hmm, hmm, hmm ..." I moaned with my eyes shut.

My primitive mistress heard the noises breaking out from my mouth. She saw
how my respiration became more urgent. She felt her creation upon my
womanhood bear wet fruits, and she knew that this was all her doing.

I was going to climax, and she was going to be the one to give me my first
orgasm. I started to whip my head from side to side, my sweaty blond hair
scattered around me.

I knew what she was planning to do now! She was planning to steal my
virginity!

TAKE IT! I shouted in my mind. It's yours my mistress and you have earned
that right!

She probed carefully now, looking for the small opening in my hymen. She
found it! I clawed my fists into balls, piercing my palms with my nails,
anticipating her assault!

Now she watched me carefully, waiting for me to climax. She didn't have to
hold back long. A cry escaped my lips and my back arched. My virgin
womanhood began to throb under her hand; the muscles in my vagina clamped
her fingers in pace with my blinding orgasm. This was the exact moment she
was waiting for.

She placed an arm under my back and grabbed hold of me. This I didn't
expect! Then she plunged her fingers hard into my opening and up to my
hymen and lifted me completely in the air, slamming me viciously against
the wall.

My hymen defied my mistress only for a fraction of a second and then gave
way. Her fingers stabbed up into my womanhood, destroying the small
barrier, while my orgasm obliterated my body.

She pinned me against the wall with her fingers pumping in and out of
me. She suffocated my screams with a French kiss, while she induced a
mixture of pain and pleasure in me.

I was still hammering with my orgasm, but there was a jagged pain where my
Amazon was pumping her fingers. She pressed her fingers deeper into my
womanhood, feeling the walls of my vagina pounding on her deeply inserted
digits.

The orgasm I was having had not subsided and I lay over her shoulder to get
pleasure from the rest of it. She knew she'd hurt me, and it was
inevitable, but she'd done it at a time when the pain wouldn't be noticed
as much.

My womanhood felt wet and hot; it throbbed around her quivering fingers. As
my orgasm abated, slowing down, so did the throbbing around her
fingers. The last few squeezes told her that it was finished for me. She
kept her fingers in my hole until I caught my breath.

I felt her stabbed fingers slowly withdrawing beyond my once intact
hymen. I knew what it was and I knew what an orgasm was too. My mother had
given me a hasty lesson before I left home to meet my husband. She told me
to pray for forgiveness if I ever had one, for it was a sure sign the devil
had temporarily taken over my body.

I was at bliss now in my own serenity as I rested and settled my head on
her shoulder. I was so peaceful with the discharge of most of my own inner
sexual tension that I had barley noticed that one of her strong coppery
hands had come to rest on the back of my head, cradling me as I were her
own baby. Her long dark fingers wedged themselves in my blond hair as she
kissed my forehead, sending me into a deep sleep.


to be continued ...