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Chapter 7: Raided
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Jake and the Castaway Daughters
a Novelette by Varkel
Spring, 2000
CHAPTER 7: Raided
The sun was well up when Belle awoke. Another empty day, she
groused as she stretched her legs and curled her shoulders. Her
face turned to Jill, who slept on her back with her fine lips
slightly parted to reveal an upper row of even, white teeth.
Belle never ceased to be impressed by the child's wondrous beauty.
She reached over and placed fingers on the girl's right breast as
she frequently did, gauging her sister's maturation. She felt
soft flesh beneath the swollen nipple.
Belle raised up on her arms and looked to her right. Marie's
pallet was empty. She took no alarm; that was not unusual,
especially lately. The middle sister's habits were changing along
with her body. Belle got to her feet, stretched her arms again,
yawned and went outside to greet the day.
Almost immediately she spied Marie standing down on the beach with
Higgins. They were both naked, kissing, the girl on tiptoes with
her arms around the man's neck while he impudently grasped her
buttocks in his two hands, pulling her pubes against his own.
As a chill passed through her, Belle immediately suspected the
worst. With an inarticulate cry she raced down the path,
wondering bitterly how a man, even <that> man, could prefer an
immature girl, almost a child. She did not recognize the jealousy
that her anger concealed.
When they saw Belle racing towards them, her ragged petticoat
flying, Marie scurried behind Higgins and peeped over his
shoulder. The man covered his erect penis with both hands and
stared at the oncoming young woman.
Belle stopped five feet away, breathing heavily because of the
race and also because of her emotional intensity.
"Marie!" she shouted, her face contorting unattractively. "Come
with me at once!"
Marie did not move, although Higgins, a worried look on his face,
stepped aside and urged the girl forward. But she clung to his
hand and looked pleadingly into his face, her eyes growing teary.
The man's imposing member, now in view, quickly lost its urgency.
But Belle did not give it a glance, because she stared at the
girl's labia, not yet concealed by pubic hair, obviously inflamed
from use.
"Go back up to the hut!" Belle screamed at her sister, although
she glared into Higgin's face.
"I want to live with Jake," Marie countered with wide eyes,
clutching to the man desperately.
"What have you done to her?" Belle raged at the top of her voice
to the man who stood seemingly relaxed before her.
"She's been after me for weeks," he replied almost with a smirk,
"and when she came to me last night, there was no way to avoid
her."
"You filthy pig!" Belle screamed in outrage. "You low born cur!
The girl's still innocent, however much you have used her. And
you deny your part, your gross complicity?"
"She's hardly innocent, Belle," he declared with an impudent grin.
"I wasn't the first."
"You dishonorable little man, I'll see you dead," Belle growled
convincingly, her face beet red, and she raced away from them up
the path.
Higgins moved from one foot to the other nervously as he watched
the young harpy rush up to the ledge.
"Jake," Marie implored, gripping the man's hand and looking
beseechingly into his face. "Let's go away."
He nodded. "That's a good idea. I've been wanting to walk around
the island. Would you like to go with me? Let me get my
britches."
Shortly they climbed the path to the ledge. He told her, "No
telling what we'll meet. Go find your petticoat while I fill a
water jug."
She dutifully veered away to the hut while he held one of the
boat's bottles under the falling water. Almost immediately he
heard a commotion behind him. Marie screamed, "Don't, Belle!
Jake, she's got a gun!"
He turned in time to see Belle rush out of the house with the
weighty Colts revolver in her hand, surely the one whose case he
had last seen in the boat locker. "Where's she been" -- keeping
that? he meant to say, until the crimson glare of her face turned
toward him, clearly disclosing her intentions.
Higgins set off running down the path among the rocks toward the
southern beach. When Belle arrived at the head of it, he was a
distant figure who had almost reached the sand. She lowered the
pistol as the middle sister caught up to her, crying convulsively.
"Come now," Belle said in a quiet voice, placing a gentle hand on
Marie's shoulder, the weapon dangling at her side from the other.
"Remember how I used to braid your hair?" She spoke in Chinese.
"I can't, I can't," the younger girl mumbled, staring at her feet.
She sniffled a few times. "It's so pointless here, Belle," she
said more soberly, looking up into the elder's face, "and he's all
I got."
"You have Jill and me," Belle protested, deeply hurt by the girl's
words.
"It's just not the same. You've never felt it, not really."
Nevertheless Belle knew exactly what the younger girl meant, and a
bitterness crept into her mind.
"I need it too much, Belle, now that I've started," Marie
declared, looking straight into her sister's anguished face.
"It's maybe like those drugs in China that Father told us about.
I can't get enough of it."
"Who was the first?" Belle asked, as if she were keeping an
official record.
"Wu Fong."
Belle nodded, knowing the answer before having posed the question:
the darling, beautiful Wu Fong who had never even kissed her own
lips.
"I have to go, Belle. I have to catch up with Jake." Marie
turned hurriedly away.
Belle watched her weave away among the rocks, becoming smaller in
the distance, and felt like putting the gun to her own head. But
there was little Jill to consider.
She was about to turn woodenly back to the hut, where Jill stood
rubbing her eyes curiously, when Higgins suddenly reappeared on
the sand beyond the path, racing forward, yelling and waving his
arms. Belle could not make out his obviously desperate calls.
Marie lifted on her toes to race toward her man, but he made
shoving motions with his arms to ward her back.
A crowd of men appeared behind Higgins, mostly naked bronze-hued
savages with spears in their hands, running more expertly than
Higgins across the sand, gaining on him. Their hoarse cries, like
attacking wolves, struck terror into Belle's heart, but she moved
forward automatically to protect her sister.
She saw Jake fall to the ground when he was struck by a thrown
spear. The savages raced past his body toward Marie who had
stopped instantly and stood as if glued to the sand, screaming
hysterically. They were soon upon her, and Belle saw a large man
throw her over his shoulder and carry her away, wriggling
violently and striking at his head.
The others raced on toward her. There were eight or ten of them,
closely bunched. Belle raised her right arm out straight and
leveled the Colts. She closed her eyes and fired. The recoil of
the weapon threw her arm into the air, much more fiercely than
Father's weapon had done, and she fell backwards onto the rocks.
Though she didn't notice, one of her attackers collapsed similarly
and sat up slowly in a daze.
The others came on, darting up the path like hounds. Belle
squirmed around on the rock, cocked and fired again, this time to
no effect except that the attackers stopped short immediately.
They were close enough for the surprise on their faces to be
recognizable. Suddenly she understood: they were unfamiliar with
a gun that could shoot more than once without reloading. They
babbled furiously in a gibberish. Grimly she cocked the hammer
and braced the weapon in both hands while sighting carefully on
the nearest. The pistol roared a third time and the man went down
as if kicked by a mule. Instantly they broke into a run -- in the
opposite direction, dragging their wounded comrades with them,
glancing fearfully over their shoulders at the young woman lying
upon the rock path with her magic gun still threatening them.
When the raiders reached the sand and disappeared beyond the
intervening boulders, Belle dropped her face to the ground and
began to cry convulsively. Little Jill, who had seen it all from
her perch at the head of the path, came running up and fell upon
her oldest sister.
"Where's Marie?" she screamed. "What's happened to Jake?"
"The devil take Higgins!" Belle sobbed, thinking only of her
sister, surely lost to a fate worse than a sailor's cock.
* * *
"There were maybe a dozen of them. I saw two outriggers drawn up
onto the beach," Higgins babbled as Belle struggled to deal with
the bleeding injury to his skull.
"It's not my fault," Higgins insisted over and over again, knowing
that his previous guilt had been superseded by this catastrophe.
He assumed that the lovely girl would be eaten before dusk. He
had heard about the natives of this island group. They sacrificed
only pig flesh to their gods. They ate people because they liked
the taste.
He grinned at her as she tied the shreds of a petticoat around his
scalp. "At least they proved once again how hard my head is!"
Belle was not distracted by his humor. She was insistent and
apparently oblivious to the reality of the situation. "You have
to go after them. You must bring her back."
"They've gone off to another island by now," Higgins pleaded,
knowing the truth of it.
"At least go look for smoke on the other island," Belle insisted,
restraining the hysteria that was just below the surface.
"He's hurt, Belle," Jill observed, stating the obvious fact.
"You can have the gun," Belle argued, not hearing her baby sister.
"You can have me, if that's what it takes. But you have to try."
Jake would very much like to have the lovely Belle, but he was in
considerable pain, and besides Marie had drained him the previous
night beyond his capacity. That pudgy girl was insatiable.
"I'll take the gun," Higgins announced, struggling to his feet,
suppressing a groan. "As for your other inducement, I'll claim
that upon my return."
Belle blushed deeply, for an instant thinking only of herself.
"Do it, man," she said with great emotion, thrusting the pistol
box into Jake's hand.
From the remains of the petticoat he made a back pack that he
loaded with the water jug and the reloads from the pistol box.
The pistol itself went into his belt beside the knife.
"Wish me luck," he said, staring into Belle's eyes.
"Oh, I do, I do," she declared fervently.
"Then kiss me."
Her face reddened. She took a breath but puckered her lips and
leaned forward. He chuckled and pulled her against him, kissing
her for the first time. She resisted his tongue and he did not
force her.
He stepped away and bowed slightly. "I'm going to the hilltop.
They won't come far from their boats, but they won't conceal them,
either. I can see the whole beach from there. If they're still
within reach, I'll catch them." He paused. "I'll search as hard
as I can, Belle, as if I was searching for you."
He turned and went down the path. It was a vain effort, he knew.
But on his return he could claim Belle. He had her promise, even
though she had compressed her lips.
* * *
Jake pushed up through the jungle on a quest that was fruitless,
but certainly not thankless. He diverted from the route that the
four of them had previously taken and came upon a sulfurous, warm
pool where he sat for some moments to rest. He became aware of
the chittering and chattering in the trees above him, which he had
previously dismissed as background noise. He resented it suddenly
and wished fervently to be back on the quieter ocean.
It was midday when Jake reached the top of the volcanic ridge and
looked down on the shore below. He was amazed to see immediately
the two outriggers pulled up on the beach to the southwest, so
small in the distance.
He stood straighter. His chest expanded. He felt himself again
an officer, a first mate, second-in-command of the ship. His
revolver was fully loaded and he had additional bullets in his
back pack. He faced savages armed only with hand-thrown weapons.
With that comfort he plunged down the jungle slope as fast as he
could.
It took him nearly an hour to plunge the mile to the southwest
beach. When the first flashes of open sky appeared ahead, he
slowed his headlong pace and raised the pistol to hand. He came
first upon a peculiar clearing, an inward extension of the beach,
littered with burnt sticks and ... white bones. Someone had built
fires here but not recently. Where were the natives from the
boats?
Crouching, he lurched onto the strand and finally saw the two
outriggers, now well beyond the surf, rattan sails set, apparently
making a course around the western side of the basalt island
looming to the southwest. He stood erect, arms slack beside him.
Belle's instinct had been correct, but he was not in time.
Jake then looked fearfully about, especially near the old fire
pit. Some of the sand was stained reddish-brown, one spot of it
as long as a man, but he found no fresh human remains and no sign
of earth turned for a grave. His foot kicked a desiccated skull
from the sand, an object truly old. It grinned at him as he
raised it up. Was heaven so joyous? he wondered, as he tucked it
into the back pack and turned away for his easier return journey
along the southern beach.
* * *
Marie had ceased her hysterical screaming and was left with just
fearful blubbering when the large man sat down on the sand and
pulled her onto his lap facing away from him. He was breathing
hard from his loaded run, but not hard enough to interfere with
the commands he shouted to the others who strove to lift the
strange boats beyond the surf. Marie had never before seen
outriggers, but it was obvious what they were. They were
gracefully slim, even though crudely made.
One man knelt beside her and her large captor. He was bent over,
holding his belly in both arms. Marie craned her neck curiously
and saw blood running steadily from a huge wound in his middle
back. She wondered how that had happened to him. Was that what a
pistol did to you? As she watched, his arms relaxed and he
pitched forward onto his face. A moment later the remnants of a
breaking wave wet her feet and washed over the fallen man's head.
The elevated buttocks fell over, leaving him on his side.
She raised her eyes to the others. One with a bloody shoulder
helped lift the boats with his good arm. It seemed to her that
she had heard three gunshots, but she saw only the two wounded.
Many of these men were just boys, she soon realized, a couple of
them hardly older than she.
The bronze man held her tightly, one arm around her waist and the
other roaming her body, his fingers pinching soft flesh here and
there, grunting appreciatively. He exclaimed aloud, when he
pushed two fingers into her vagina and found no barrier. The man
shouted something at the boys as they struggled to straighten a
boat thrust sideways by a contrary wave. His tone was different,
lighter, and his sally turned grinning faces momentarily toward
them. This one was obviously the leader, Marie noted.
The man, whose skin was smoother than Jake's, nuzzled his face
against Marie's hair and cheek. His beard was softer than Jake's,
almost silky, but coal black where Jake's was brown and white. He
mumbled incomprehensible words, then bit her shoulder painfully,
leaving toothmarks. He grabbed a handful of her tummy and grinned
evilly into her face. Marie was very frightened, but she had
liked the feel of his fingers in her. She reached under his loin
cloth and grasped a flaccid penis. That produced a look of
surprise, followed by a big grin and an exclamation. He shouted
again to his crew. They responded with wild gibberish. Some
abandoned their boats to wade through the surf toward Marie and
her captor. The man growled angrily at that and they returned to
the craft sheepishly, pushing them into deeper water, although
they frequently looked back at the girl.
He did not seek to communicate with the girl in words as they sat
on the sand, although Marie repeatedly pointed to her chest and
spoke her name. He finally responded, taking his two hands off
the girl's left thigh, which he had been gauging like a gourmand,
and pointed at his own chest. "Tu'a-po!" he declared.
She touched his chest and repeated, "Tu'a-po," then her own:
"Marie."
"Marie," he conceded with a sneer. He added a few words, thrust
out a long tongue and licked his lips hungrily.
Marie feared the worst. She was not entirely ignorant. She had
heard about cannibals. With a definite purpose she invaded the
man's cloth again and pulled on his cock. She offered her face
for a kiss as she pumped him to erection. Perhaps they would not
eat her if she proved herself to be eager for sex. Were she not
so frightened, she might have dwelt upon that notion with
enthusiasm.
Tu'a-po jumped to his feet pulling Marie up with him. Again she
went onto his shoulder. He waded forward toward the boats and
loaded her into one over the bow, levering himself in behind her
with impressively bulging muscles.
He did not take an oar, leaving the work to the boys. He sat in
the bow facing Marie, his legs over hers. He pushed aside his
cloth to reveal a semi-erect penis that was thinner than Jake's
but larger than Wu Fong's. His hand came up to the back of
Marie's head. She knew immediately what the grinning savage
wanted. She had done this many times before for Wu Fong, even
once briefly for Jake. This time she assumed that she would get a
mouthful of male seed. She leaned down, placed her hand on the
shaft, eased back the dark foreskin and took the purple glans into
her mouth. She sucked gently, using the tongue as her Chinese
lover had taught, with an eagerness that suggested enjoyment,
which, in fact, she felt. Marie was a girl of simple tastes. She
loved this part of a man.
The four boys in the boat, who had been peeping at the couple
between thrusts of their paddles, laughed and called out to each
other and to their comrades in the other craft. The ocean air
filled with merriment as Marie noisily sucked the cock. She was
forewarned of the man's impending discharge, when he grasped her
head and held it steady. Then she felt thick fluid squirting into
her mouth, not a copious amount, but certainly enough for the man,
who roared to the heavens. Marie's first inclination was to spit
the stuff into the water, but on quick reflection she thought that
her captor might consider that disrespectful. So she swallowed it
and displayed her empty mouth to the panting man.
After his agreeable orgasm, something which he had perhaps not
anticipated when he arose that morning, Tu'a-po seemed more
relaxed and friendly. He spoke to Marie with a smile, and the
girl felt a bit safer. She would do them all, she knew, and more
than once. She only hoped that they would not prefer her mouth.
Eight of them! She shivered in anticipation, feeling cool moisture
on her thighs. Her previous two lovers had never been able to
give her all that she could want.
The outriggers pulled back onto the beach. Because land had
always been to her right, Marie assumed that they were coming
ashore on the same island. Tu'a-po was very gracious as he help
her out of the boat. The man barked orders and the boys pulled
the craft up above the strand. She saw the wounded lad doing his
share of the work. The unconscious one was transported into a
trashy area well away from the water and dumped unceremoniously
onto his back.
The man called out and one of the youngest of them came over
grinning sheepishly. He was naked. Marie found him to be
absolutely beautiful. The only hair on his body were a few wisps
above his modest penis, which was fully erect. He was perhaps a
few months younger than she.
Tu'a-po placed his arm affectionately around the lad's shoulders.
Perhaps this was his son, she thought. The man reached down and
wriggled the half grown penis. He looked at her and shook his
head negatively, indicating perhaps that the boy was still a
virgin. He then pushed the suddenly bashful lad at her gently,
turned and went up the beach shouting orders.
Marie gazed at the lovely creature who stood passively in front of
her with a bowed head. He was not quite as tall as she. What the
father wanted was obvious. She understood that she would
certainly please the man by initiating his son. She smiled. How
agreeably novel to play the teacher herself for a change!
"Marie," she intoned, pointing to the space between her half
developed breasts.
"Tu'a-kia," the boy responded shyly, similarly pointing.
Marie held him lightly in her arms and kissed his smooth cheek.
Gradually they lowered themselves to the sand and embraced. Would
the boy want her immediately, she wondered, or did she have time
to explore his lovely body? He remained passive, so she kissed
his face, his lips, relishing the feel of it, of being in charge,
with a boy her own age. She kissed quickly down his sleek body and
then took his penis almost fully into her mouth. It fit so much
more comfortably than Wu Fong's larger member. It was salty from
the ocean spray. Tu'a-kia wriggled in excitement and uttered some
words in a soprano voice.
Marie rose to her knees and began to tickle her young lover, and
he responded in kind, giggling. They played like children for a
short while, tickling and wrestling, until Marie, on top of him,
sat down on the boy's cock. She could feel it inside of her, but
it was not impressive. Not so for the boy, however, whose eyes
opened wide in surprise. She delighted at the open-mouthed
expressions on the lad's pretty face, registering the approach and
then the arrival of his orgasm.
* * *
They came to her in an orderly fashion, one after the other.
Tu'a-po's barking voice kept even the most eager under control.
The first was a swaggering lad little older than she who finished
in no more than ten strokes. The next two, about Belle's age,
lasted longer but only whetted Marie's appetite. The fourth one,
a young man, brought her off and set her on a high which allowed
her to experience orgasm with almost every one who followed.
Tu'a-po caused her to scream aloud. Some of them came back for
seconds, and Tu'a-kia visited her a third time.
Then, it seemed, Tu'a-po called a halt to the festivities. His
pretty son pulled Marie to her feet and led her to the water's
edge, semen streaming down her inner thighs. He washed her with
great gentleness, and they then frolicked in the surf like the
children they were. She looked back to the sand once again. All
the others were gathered tightly around something in the trashy
place. She could not see what they were doing.
The boy later brought her something to eat. "Noni-noni," he
declared, taking a bite of pulpy fruit. At his urging she took a
bite of her own. Heavenly! The sweet juices dripped onto her
nipples. Tu'a-kia sucked it off, which she found most agreeable.
He showed her the tree where the potato-sized fruit grew. She ate
until she was gorged. Something to tell Jake. Would she ever see
him again?
She watched her group of lovers relaunch the boats. At the last
the still one was brought aboard from his rest in the trashy
place. Marie climbed aboard to lean on Tu'a-po's shoulder. It
had taken ten of them, some more than once, but she was sated for
the first time in her life. And she was no longer fearful. She
kissed her abductor's neck with genuine affection and dared to
feel optimism about the future.
* * *
They put ashore again shortly before dark. Many went off with
Tu'a-po into the jungle. Three or four stayed with her above the
strand. The state of their cocks and their hands on her told her
what to expect. She felt a bit sore and actually thought of
refusing. But the first few strokes of a penis soon deadened all
pain. Curiously the boys seemed to be less aggressive, as if they
felt soreness, too.
The first one took her in the common manner but the second knelt
in the sand and pulled her buttocks up into his lap, her legs
passing to either side of him. This made her work harder for her
own pleasure, but a little experimenting revealed that steepening
his angle caused the knob to compress her clitoris from the
inside, which promised the desired result.
Settling in to work for that result, she was surprised when
another one squatted over her chest, presenting his erect organ to
her face. Two at once? Well ... What could it hurt?
He hitched forward. It bumped her lips. She admitted it. Some
quality of the combination titillated her. Her juices flowed and
the penis in the other was suddenly much more pleasant.
Apparently the afternoon's restraint and paddling down the
shoreline had rejuvenated them. She shortly obtained her third
mouthful of semen in that eventful day, plus another uncounted
vagina full, the sum of which had begun with several of Jake's the
night before. Two more eager lovers took the places of the first
pair and on it went. Her excitement peaked. She cried out. Her
hands, clutching the hips of the one on her chest, opened and her
arms spread apart and fell to the sand on either side of her. She
reached the state of blankness that she had with Jake, her whole
being saturated with unspeakable pleasure.
When she came to her senses, Tu'a-kia was helping her to her feet.
She noticed immediately that he, at least, had lost his erection.
He led her into the surf and helped her wash the sticky fluid off
her legs, thighs, belly, chest and face. His fingers in her
vagina stung. Or perhaps it was the salt water.
He indicated that she should lay down among the puddles of the
strand, where he scooped up wet sand and rubbed it briskly in her
short-cut hair. She raised up and regarded him in wonder. "What
are you doing?"
He understood her meaning. Reaching into the hair just above her
forehead, he withdrew a finger trailing a white stringer.
"Oh," she acknowledged, lying down again with her head in the
puddle. How much seed can you get from ten men, she wondered, and
how many times?
They brought her meat, hot from the spit. She recognized the
taste of liver. She had never liked it before but now suddenly it
was delicious. She thanked them profusely while she chewed, red
juices dripping on her nipples. Again Tu'a-kia sucked them clean
to the approving comments of his companions. The watchers,
especially Tu'a-po, seemed appreciative of her appetite for
reasons of their own. She decided that they meant to keep her
alive and contented. Apparently she was the only one given liver.
Another thing to tell Jake: the southern island had pigs.
* * *
They left her to sleep that night, cuddled against Tu'a-kia, and
the lot of them remained on this beach long after sunrise, holding
to the shade during midday but always keeping a watch up and down
the coastline. She was very sore in her groin, but thankfully the
men hardly molested her. Only Tu'a-po, who made her suck him,
while his son and two others of the youngest took her vaginally.
If they failed to arouse her, at least their small organs caused
her little distress.
When the three boys had long finished, he still sat beside her,
her neck twisted awkwardly to suck on his cock. He seemed
unconcerned with achieving his own orgasm. After a long while her
neck grew stiff. He did not object when she turned over on her
belly, her arms over his legs, and took him back into her mouth.
She found that he didn't even require suction, only that her lips
enclose the knob. She fell asleep in that position and was
awakened, some significant time later by the evidence of the
shadows, by a blow to the head. She raised up, startled, to find
the man pulled back, glaring at her, his hand raised to strike
again.
"What is it? What's the matter?"
He shook his half-erect member at her, said something unintelligle
and gnashed his teeth together.
She hung her head, murmuring, "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to bite.
I just fell asleep." She pantomimed falling asleep.
He grunted. She realized it was a chuckle. He called out
something to the others lying around them and was answered by
laughter. He stood up, scowled at Marie and took himself in hand.
Suddenly an endless gush of smelly, yellow fluid struck her face,
her hair, her back. She rolled aside with an exclamation of
disgust and bounced to her own feet. A storm of laughter erupted
all around her. Tu'a-po laughed so hard that his water fell on
himself.
She tasted her lips as she raced to the surf, where she was
careful to gargle with sea water as she rinsed her body. The two
liquids struck her as oddly similar.
Piss in the face at least didn't hurt, whereas she had actually
bitten the master's cock! She wished she could remember doing it.
After all, she still had his tooth marks on her shoulder.
* * *
Her soreness was almost gone the next morning, apparently that of
her companions as well. After a breakfast of coconut and cold
ribs, they took her again. They tried variations on their theme
of two. Two lay on their backs in the sand, testicles together,
while Marie, kneeling over them, vainly tried to suckle both at
once -- while a third took her from behind. The two on their
backs were unfulfilled, though much ribald comment occurred among
the watchers.
They tired of the game quicker this morning, though not before a
sequence of them gave Marie her strongest climax yet, complete
with flashes in her vision, bells in her ears and near somnolence.
Then they let her be. Again Tu'a-kia had to scrape her hair
clean. He seemed to enjoy it. Afterwards she lay before him in
the shade with his little penis in her mouth. Unlike his father,
he soon spurted richly and powerfully. Surprised at herself for
letting it surprise her, she strangled on the semen and coughed up
a glob, which occasioned wild laughter all around and the
elevation of the blushing lad to his father's shoulders.
Late in the afternoon the whole scene repeated, though at a slower
pace and without strangulation. Marie weathered that storm with
less vaginal sensitivity and thought perhaps she was "toughening
up" as Sheng-jou had advised her could happen.
They began the third day on that island with another thorough
penetration of Marie. She was coming to expect it, to anticipate
it, and to enjoy it immensely. For the first time in her life she
was the center of absolutely <everyone's> attention. That in fact
she was being raped repeatedly, treated far worse than Jake with
Belle, never occurred to her.
But when the sun was half-way up the sky, Tu'a-po shouted orders
and the pleasant lethargy of the last days was ended. The two
boats were swiftly back in the water and she was sitting in Tu'a-
po's lap on the bow thwart of the lead outrigger. She scanned
around carefully. Only the dead man -- she was now certain that
he had died -- was missing. They must have buried him on the
island. She couldn't ask.
Beyond the surf Tu'a-po issued further orders. The paddling
ceased and a rattling sail was erected on each boat's single mast.
The pitching motion smoothed as the wind filled them and both
boats surged ahead. The beach lay behind them. Straining her
eyes around Tu'a-po's wide form, she could see nothing ahead but
restless water.
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