Julie\'s story

ONE

 

“I have to get to Tonga today!  Can’t you help me?”

 

My name is Julie Hudson.  I am a freelance photographer and I’ve been hired to do a photo shoot on the small island of Tonga.  If I don’t get there today, the job will go to someone else.  To say that I am desperate is an understatement.

 

The person I am talking to is Jim Carmichael, the pilot of the local air service here in Brisbane.  He is a tall, handsome man, about thirty, with sparkling gray eyes and a mouth that is in a perpetual smile.  If I had more time, I would have liked to get to know him more intimately but I don’t.  I repeat my question.

 

“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!”

 

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 Brisbane and Tonga.  This wind has blown us way off course and my radio doesn’t pick up any signals.  Got to find something we can land on before too long, though.”

 

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 Tonga.  Until then, we’ll just have to make the best of it.”

 

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.