Desolate-Closed for Sussurrus

[Perplexia]

Brittany Waters a 21 year old rich socialite with a note able Daddy's Girl persona. After her mother passed when she was very young, her father spoiled her beyond words. Whatever she wanted, no matter what the cost it was hers. She never learned the true value of things, just knew that her american express had no limit.

Her ability to maintain a relationship of any sorts was limited. If she didn't get her way, and the tantrum didn't work she was out of there. The result of that was a lack of sexual experience her total number of intercourse connections was a ripe number 3. Holding sex ransom was one of her many ways of getting what she wanted.

You see not only was she rich, but she was beautiful. Brittany stood about 5'8 with her long fake blonde hair, and sparkling green eyes. Her lips were one of her best features as they were full and plump in an exotic Angelina Jolie type of way. Her next assets would be her firm perky c cups. They simply hovered over her thin toned frame.

There were no aspirations in her life. She simply lived each day on a whim. Whether it was flying off to Paris, or Italy to go shopping, or a spa in the Swiss Alps. Which was where she was leaving from now. After having her massage, mud bath, hot rock treatment, manicure and pedicure. She was ready to live it up a bit. One of her 'friends' was going to be throwing an epic party on his yacht in Bali.

Anybody that was anybody would be there. Lets face it, she definitely believed she was somebody w/ her Prada purse, Giuseppe Zanotti shoes and new Versace knotted cocktail dress. With any luck she'd meet a prince who would know how to treat a lady of her caliber.

Boarding her private plane she texted her pilot the instructions, feeling she was too above him to speak to him. The pilot merely rolled his eyes and set the flight plan in motion. Soon they were up in the air and headed for Bali. She didn't really have any plans after the party. But it did amuse her to think perhaps she'd fly down to Australia and see if she could seduce Chris Hemsworth away from his wife. Taking her sleeping pill with a glass of champagne, and placing her sleep mask over her eyes. She settled in for the 16 hour flight.

A huge storm had set in and the pilot was forced to veer off his flight plan to avoid it. He would have told his passenger, but she was passed out as usual. At the moment he didn't see any real concerns. It wasn't until the first engine was hit by lightening that things started to go down hill. He tried radioing for help but there was nothing but static on the other end. The flight attendant shook Brittany trying to rouse her from her sleep. Just then the plane started a nose dive toward the ocean.

Brittany awoke as the impact from the plane hitting the water jarred her body worse then anything she'd ever felt. Ripping off her eye mask she fought to regain focus, and only when doing so saw the flight attendants blood mixing with the cold salt water. The pilots body was slumped in his chair and the cockpit already filled with clear blue water. The water was rising quickly. Unbuckling her belt she began swimming toward the opening where the tail of the plane once was. Just as her head covered with water she made it out and fought to swim to the top of the water.

A wing from the plan bobbed up and down on the water. Grabbing it she hoisted herself partly up. The plane was now gone, and the only evidence that there was one was the few pieces of debris that floated around the wing she was clinging too. Although the air was warm,and the sun hot, the water was still a bit chili. She had no idea where she was. It suddenly hit her that her phone was gone. There was no way she could call for help. "daddy will find me" she muttered to herself. Thinking they would simply follow the flight plan and send a rescue squad. Brittany was oblivious to the fact they had drifted way off course. She was now in the middle of no where and no land could be seen.

Several hours of drifting passed before she heard the first sign of life, a seagull flying over head. It was then she passed out on the wing of the plane which drifted slowly toward the shore of an island that existed only on a few maps.

 

[susurrus]

The island wasn't huge, but neither was it merely a palm tree surrounded by three feet of sand. It had a water source, edible wildlife, edible plant life, and plenty of shade. Eisen had purchased it with an inheritance he'd received from an uncle, one whom he'd always thought destitute, from the way the man had lived. Suddenly amazingly wealthy, he'd decided to extricate himself from the rat race and live life on his terms, beholden to no one.

It had taken a lot of research over a couple years and many flights to different parts of the world, but he'd finally come across the island - the natives of the area had no name for it, and modern cartographers had forgotten it. He was told the last maps that showed it were from the 1920s. It had avoided World War II, and so there would be no surprises there. In the months he'd been there, he'd stumbled across two human skeletons, but that was the only sign there had been anyone there before him, and examination of the bones exhibited no sign of trauma, so it would appear that he hadn't been the first person to try to get away from other people and their demands.

He'd brought along things he thought he'd need, things that would last for the thirty or so years he hoped to remain apart from others. Not being stupid, he did bring radios and a few other items to call for help, should a tragedy occur, or if he decided to join the rest of humanity again, but these, he buried in the sand, in water and air tight containers.

There had been a lot of preparation. He had hired indigenous guides to show him the medicinal properties of the various flora and fauna, to help with the most ideal method of fishing and how to build small boats. More importantly, he was shown the plants and animals to steer clear of. Fortunately there were few of those.

When the final supply boat shoved off, he stood on the beach and watched it drop off the edge of the Earth. Only then did a thrill of alarm at what he'd done really sink in. When the only sounds he could hear were the surf, wind and an occasional bird or animal call did he really feel alone. He'd find there would be other moments when that loneliness would grip him and he'd ask himself, "What the hell was I thinking?" and the urge to dig up that radio and call for retrieval would be strong, but he fought it, and even after a year, that container remained in the ground, unopened.

His days were not idle. Living off the land is a 24/7 occupation. There was always something that needed doing. If it wasn't gathering or hunting for food, it was repairing his hut, or gathering firewood or any of a hundred different necessities. Any body fat he'd had before was gone, replaced by a strong, wiry frame not formed by hours at a gym, but from day after day of hard, honest work.

Even with as hard as his life had become, it was still much more peaceful than his earlier, more leisure life had been. No longer did he have to worry about the demands of others, the requirements of living modern life like bills and the like. Though he'd become wealthy, he knew that didn't equate to an easy life. There would have been different, even bigger responsibilities and stresses than he'd known before he'd come in to the money. He didn't care to think about all the toadies and gold diggers that would suddenly start fluttering around him like insects to a light.

The island had taken a great percentage of the inheritance money, but there was still some left. Eisen had put it in the hands of people he could trust, with instructions on how he would claim it should the time arise, and with instructions on how to disburse it should he not return after a set amount of time. He knew placing it in the hands of others didn't guarantee there would be a nickel left should he return to civilization, but as he didn't expect to come back for it anyhow, he didn't really care. Besides, before his uncle's death, he'd lived paycheck to paycheck anyhow, so it wasn't like he wouldn't be able to survive.

Although the island was remote, there were still the occasional signs of outside life. Condensation trails high in the sky sometimes streaked the nearly cloudless blue above, and only very occasionally did a ship trundle past on the far horizon. In his time away from the world, he'd had no visitors, and that was fine with him, though once in a while he missed a good conversation.

In his first weeks, he'd weaned his skin away from the need for covering, after a while covering only his genitals when necessity required it. Most of the time, he didn't bother with clothing. He'd gone from a pasty tone from years sitting in an office to a bronze, taut jungle god.

One day, gathering wood and berries on the highest hill, he stopped and gazed out over the rolling blue in the distance and saw something. Some manner of debris floated on the water. It wasn't unusual to see things on the water, but this appeared a lot bigger than a seagull, and less temporary than a fish breaking the surface. As it slowly floated closer, he eventually saw that it was a human laid out on what appeared to be a broken piece of airplane wing.

Knowing whoever was out there was likely dead, he still couldn't leave them there. He'd buried the skeletons he found, he figured this poor soul deserved proper rites, too, whoever they might be.

Paddling his canoe out to the debris, he saw it was a woman. The clothes she wore, though far from expensive and elegant now, tagged her as someone of means. Who she could be, he had no idea. Still, when he laid a finger to her throat, she still had a pulse, and her breathing, though shallow, indicated she was still alive.

Tying a line to a convenient protrusion from the ragged end of the wing, Eisen pulled her in, wondering what he was going to do. While she most likely would be more comfortable back in the world, he was loath to make the call that would bring any more of the outside world back into his life.

Carrying her to his hut, he placed the woman on his bed and tried to get some water in her. She absently drank, but failed to awaken properly. The sun had done its job on her. Likely she would be out for several hours. Being in the relative cool, with her dehydration momentarily relieved, should go a long way to reviving her.

Sitting there watching her, Eisen noticed his cock had hardened. She was truly lovely, and it had been a long time since he had seen another person, especially one as pretty as this. Still, though, he had work to do. She appeared comfortable and peaceful now, and should be out of danger. He'd just let her rest and he would find out who she was and what had happened when she awoke.

 

[Perplexia]

Brittany awoke to find herself sleeping on a bed. It was more of a makeshift bed the a quilted down mattress she'd prefer. Her head ached. Picking up the glass she drank a few sips of the now warm water. Where was she.. Then things started to come to her. Her plane went down, the wing of the plane, the seagull.

She must have been brought in by some fisherman. Trying to stand she felt woozy and decided it was best if she lay down. Unbuckling her shoes she neatly set them beside the bed and laid down. It wasn't that it was super uncomfortable, just not what she wanted.

Her plan was to get this fisherman to take her into town so she could call and go home. At least she assumed she made it to landfall somewhere. It hadn't occurred to her that she may very well be on an uninhabited island. Well obviously it wasn't uninhabited but isolated would probably be a better word.

Brittany decided that sleep was the best for her right now. So she closed her eyes reaching for her mask. Only to remember it was in the ocean some where along with her sleep pills. Well this was inconvenient. Eventually the day caught up with her and put her back into a slumber.

 

[susurrus]

As Eisen did his chores for the day, his mind wandered to the pretty young castaway laying on his bed. Who was she? Where was she from? From the clothes she wore, he guessed she was from money of some manner. He also assumed an attitude came with those clothes, so he steeled himself for what would come when she awoke.

When he'd completed the things he felt he needed to do for the day, he decided to check in on his guest. She still slept, though the fact that her fancy shoes lay on the ground beneath the bed said she had awoken, but apparently not for long.

Settling on the one seat in the hut, he watched her sleep. He wanted to be there when she woke this time, because doubtless she would have questions, and he would have some for her, too.

 

[Perplexia]

When she awoke the sun had gone down and the little hut was illuminated by a lantern. It took her a moment for her eyes to adjust. A roguish man sat in the corner in nothing but a loin cloth. He was slender, but well toned.

"Where am I?" she questioned a little bit groggy as she tried to sit up. "Who are you?" she added before he could answer the first question. She was still clothed so he hadn't taken advantage of her. That at least was a good sign.

She waited for his answers and said. "I need to call someone to come get me. Is there a town nearby?"

 

[susurrus]

When the woman finally woke, Eisen was grateful she didn't panic at the sight of him or at her situation. Fortunately, she was quite lucid and calm.

"Where am I?" she asked, her voice croaky, but pleasant to the ear. She followed that question with, "Who are you?" before he could reply to the first.

In case she had more questions to add to those first two, Eisen waited a few beats, then replied, "My name is Eisen. I just rescued you from dying of exposure out there on the open ocean.

"As far as where you are, this island has no name, but I can tell you, it's mine."

She listened to what he said and nodded. When she asked, "I need to call someone to come get me. Is there a town nearby?" he chuckled, shaking his head.

"I'm afraid you don't understand. I bought this island. For the last year, I have been its sole occupant. Until yesterday, that is." His own voice was somewhat raspy from disuse, but it smoothed as he spoke.

 

[Perplexia]

Brittany scowled at him. "Okay" she finally said slowly sitting upright.
"Einsteen, is it?" she never was a good listener to names and it was mostly because she was a self absorbed uptight little bitch. The only person she cared about was herself. After all Daddy's wallet didn't have a name.

"You must have some way to contact the outside world, you know for supplies or emergencies. I mean you're not crazy right? Only a crazy person would strand themselves purposely on an island without any way to get off of it. Do you have a boat? A radio?"

Unfortunately manners weren't really a part her vocabulary. So it didn't dawn on her that perhaps she should thank him for saving her life, or thank him for the bed he laid her in, or for the water that she drank. The only thing she could think of was getting off this bloody island and getting a new pedicure.

 

[susurrus]

As she woke up more, Eisen could see a transformation come over her. An attitude. When she spoke next, that attitude dripped from her words. Still, he let her talk, and the disdain and ugliness that her tone conveyed went against the beauty of her body and devalued it.

When she'd finally stopped talking, he stood and stepped to her.

"First, the name is 'Eisen.' EYE-ZEN. Got it?

"Second: I have no desire to contact the outside world. To be honest, it was only common decency that made me rescue you in the first place. I debated with myself whether to bother checking if you were alive or dead. But for my good will, you might be dead now.

"I have a canoe, but it isn't seaworthy for more than a few hundred yards. It's far too small for passage on the open ocean. And before you ask, there is very little sea traffic along this corridor, and the air traffic is typically far too high."

 

[Perplexia]

"I see" she simply replied. She almost wished she had died rather than be on some deserted island. Though surprisingly she was a little shocked at the attitude he seemed to be giving to her. Of course she deserved it after the ungratefulness she's shown him. She simply didn't realize that she was that off putting. When you go through life treated like a princess. You simply believe you are a princess and deserve everything that is tossed in your lap. In her case it was praise, admiration, and Daddy's credit card.

"Someone is bound to come looking for me. I suppose i'll have to try and be patient..Eyezen." she said with a half almost sarcastic smile. I'm Brittany Waters." When she said her name it was almost as if she expected him to know who she was.

"Do you have anything to eat? I'm famished."

 

[susurrus]

Surprisingly, the attitude toned down a couple notches after he laid out her life at the moment. Still, he had little doubt it would return. It usually took a much bigger kick in the head for such people that they aren't the center of the universe. Nevertheless, her momentary contrition made talking with her easier.

She gave her name as if it was meant to mean something to him. With the way she'd acted a couple minutes ago, he'd been ready to just assign her a name of his choosing. Taking away her prior identity might make her a bit easier to live with, because, at least for the moment, Eisen was resigned to keeping her here, because he had no intention of calling the outside this early.

He shrugged when she said someone would look for her. In the back of his mind, he could imagine how unbearable she could be, if her attitude a bit ago was any indication. Cruel though it might sound, those who had known her before might be relieved to have an insufferable brat out of their lives. Still, he kept such thoughts to himself.

At the question of food, he went over to storage and pulled out some jerky, coconut and fruit. He poured her more water and set it before her.

 

[Perplexia]

She watched as his well toned body got up and went to a storage contraption of some kind and pulled her out some things to eat. When he placed them in front of her she mumbled a "thanks" as if it was a foreign word upon her tongue. It was slowly sinking in that if she was going to survive until a rescue came she would need his help.

He obviously wasn't concerned about money since he deposited himself upon this island on purpose. So there was no way offering him a reward would work if she treated him like a servant. He didn't seem to fall at her feet with the hopes of being able to touch her. So manipulating him with sex didn't seem like an option either.
She could try crying, but she really wasn't that good of an actress.

"Why did you choose to isolate yourself on an island out in the middle of nowhere?" she questioned hoping to find some sort of angle. As she listened she gave in to having to eat the food put in front of her with her fingers since there weren't any utensils.

Finally not sure what else to do she simply asked him what he wanted in return. "How do I repay you for assisting me to survive here?" It was out of her realm of thought that anyone would do something for nothing. There were substantial possibilities.

 

[susurrus]

The thanks she muttered seemed forced. It further told him her previous life had been one of perceived entitlement, that her name, gender and looks had made her believe everything she got, she was owed.

He of course thought she was beautiful. No sane man would think otherwise. However, he wondered what she would look like with the heavy makeup removed. It had to be thick as plaster for it to have survived this long. No matter, it would be gone soon.

At her question "why," he sat back down and said,:

"I got tired of it. All of it. The expectations, the acts and games necessary to live with so many other people. Here, I can live on my own terms. If I'm hungry, it's my own fault. If I get cold, I don't have to rely on others to supply the power to warm me up. I don't have to conform to others' expectations, nor do I need to get talked down to by those who think themselves better than me.

"It's beautiful here. The sounds are only those of nature. The air is clean, as is the water. Yes, once in a while something from outside floats in, some piece of debris, but for the most part, it's peaceful. One thing's for sure, you can see the entire night sky with no light pollution.

"Storms can get heavy, but I found a cave to weather those in. Has it been easy? No. Has it been lonely? Yes, but that passes. If possible, I intend to live the rest of my life here."

At her second question, he shrugged. "Payment? I hadn't thought about it. Rescuing you was the decent thing to do, even if it meant I'd no longer be the only one here." He didn't mention the erection he'd gotten when he'd laid her down the first time. He'd felt one building again when she started waking up, however, her arrogance had put an end to that. "I don't need money, and the only thing you might have currently that may be of any use to me, I think you can guess. Still, I'm not that kind of man. I only want that if you do, too. Right now, the only thing you can do to repay me is to pull your weight. With two of us, it'll take twice as much work to keep us fed. What you've just eaten is what I intended for my meal this evening."

 

[Perplexia]

"I see" she said lightly. Work? Pull her own weight? Well she didn't weigh much so that might be doable. Though she had no idea about how to survive anything but running out of lipstick. It was a relief to know he wouldn't be forcing her to complete any sexual acts. Though in retrospect it may be easier then having to be out in the sun.

"I don't know how I can be use to you in that area. I'm a city girl. Don't you find it mundane to have to provide for yourself? It's almost caveman like." The expression that crossed her face was definitely one of disgust. "I guess i'll have to try" she finally confessed with utter distaste.

"Where will you be sleeping tonight?" she questioned wondering if he was planning on sharing the small bed with her. Or if he would sleeping in the chair or on the ground.

 

[susurrus]

Eisen watched a dubious look cross Brittany's face when he brought up the idea that she would have to work. That one fleeting change in demeanor, coupled with her attitude earlier told him pretty much everything he needed to know about her previous life. By necessity, that was going to change.

"I'll teach you what you need to know. If we're both going to survive here, we both need to be able to tackle any challenge that comes along. It will be an education unlike any you've ever had.

"It's actually rewarding to know that, at the end of each day, you lived one more day because of your own efforts, without reliance upon anyone else doing their jobs. People have been doing it for thousands of years, and still do, even in this era.

"Oh, and a heads-up: Unless you have a hidden wardrobe in that plane wing you were floating on, it won't be long before you're wearing as little as I am. Those shoes I found you in are totally impractical for life here, and it gets damn hot. The day will come where you finally decide 'less is more' and it's more comfortable to wear as little as possible, even to the point of nudity. I do it all the time, so get used to the idea.

"You don't guess you have to try, girl. Fate has given you no choice. To quote an old movie, 'There is no try." If you're going to survive, you're going to have to learn. You're going to have to work. I can't do it all for both of us. This isn't the beach resort you might be used to. There's no one here to kowtow to your every little whim. You can't just snap your fingers and expect three servants scuttle over to fulfill your every fantasy. Life has decided you needed a kick in the head, and with a big goddamn boot.

"If I get the feeling you aren't doing your part and I feel my own life is jeopardized by your inaction or incompetence, I still have that wing I found you on. I have no qualms about dropping you right back on it and shoving you out to sea. That sounds cruel, I know, but this isn't a game I'm playing. There are no cameras here, no million dollars if I survive three weeks, but I will kick your pretty little ass off if necessary. Do I make myself clear?

"As far as the bed... You can use mine for tonight, but in the morning, your first job will be to make your own. Also, if you can't bear the thought of living in the same room as me, you'll get to make your own shelter. This is mine. I built it for me. I'll share my home, but I won't turn it over to you."

 

[Perplexia]

For the first time in her spoiled little life she was getting chastised, and there was nothing she could do about it. It was up to him to whether he let her starve or not. He would teach her, but she had a feeling he wasn't about to put up with an ounce of attitude she would normally toss around.

Brittany was going to have to learn how to make a bed, learn how to hunt, fish, and gather food. She was sure there was more that he was going to make her learn. If she didn't like it, too bad, is what it came down to. No tantrum was going to save her here.

"Yes sir" she muttered with a smidgen of condescension. Brittany didn't look at him for a reaction. Perhaps he didn't catch it. "Well it sounds like tomorrow will be busy. I think i'll go back to sleep if that's okay with you"

 

[susurrus]

The look he was getting told Eisen that, instead of talking, he may as well just have been slapping this girl again and again. She quite obviously had never been spoken to in the manner he was. He could tell she was used to saying, "I want," and having it brought to her. Not that he'd have kowtowed to her like that in any circumstance, but there was no room for such things here.

The look of dumbstruck bewilderment slowly slid into one of realization. So she wasn't stupid, after all. Good. She might have a chance, then.

"By all means, get your sleep. Tomorrow is going to be a big, big day for you.

"Oh, and from now on, you are no longer Brittany Waters. She died when her plane crashed. You are 'girl.' Got it? And since you seem to have trouble pronouncing my name, I am 'Sir" or any other manner of honorific you choose. That choice is yours. Do you understand?"

 

[Perplexia]

Brittany could tell by his tone that he was serious about the name thing. Arguing with him wouldn't help anything. She was going to have to simply do what he said. But she would be damned if she forgot who she was because of some power hungry man demanded it. He could take her name away but that wasn't going to change anything.

"I understand" she said in a monotone voice. Purposely leaving off the Sir part. After all his new name wasn't required in an answer. "Good night" she turned over on her side facing the wall and closed her eyes. Hopefully tomorrow she'd be rescued so she could forgo this torture of a life she found herself in.

Morning came to quickly the sounds of the birds and splashing waves woke her. With reservations of starting her day she rose from the make shift bed and took a look at how it was put together. Looking for Eisan she asked him if he had an axe or a saw.

 

[susurrus]

The girl didn't seem at all pleased by what she heard. Still, she was no dummy and realized that there was nothing she could do. She especially didn't like the new designations Eisen had given each of them, but again, she wasn't stupid, and knew he wasn't bluffing.

"I understand," she muttered tightly, then a beat later, added, "Good night," whereupon she laid down, turned away from him and pretended to sleep.

The view from this side wasn't bad, either, Eisen thought. Her curves were perfect, and they'd only be enhanced after a couple weeks' work.

Eisen's cock rose once again at the sight of her, but still, he made no move. Abusing any tentative trust there might be between them would benefit neither. Now that she was here, he was going to need her to not only rely on him, but to believe that he only acted in her best interest. Rape would yield him nothing good.

Undoing his loincloth he left the hut, letting his erection lead the way. It wouldn't do for the girl to see him relieving the arousal she had caused. Walking nude through the brush, he found a spot well away from earshot and relieved himself, imagining the day when his hands would no longer be necessary for such relief.

Temporarily satisfied, he returned to the hut and made himself comfortable, then swiftly fell asleep.

He awoke before she did and went outside to piss, then started preparing for the day, not bothering to cover himself.

When the girl finally emerged, she looked like she hadn't slept all that well. That would change. Nevertheless, she didn't comment on it.

No greetings were extended. She merely asked if he had an axe or a saw. Ignoring that at the moment, he pointed, saying, "If you need to relieve yourself, it's about forty paces that way. Be sure to cover it thoroughly with sand, to keep the smell and insects down."

 

[Perplexia]

Her eyes looked in the direction he was pointing to "I understand, dig a hole and bury it. Do we have any toilet paper or just leaves?" she questioned. Then back to her earlier question "Ax, saw or knife? I was told i had to create my own bed first thing."

It didn't escape her that he was completely naked. She had seen a few men in her days, although thin, he was all muscles. If she'd liked him better she may run her fingers up his six pack. But as it was she was merely co existing because there was no other choice.

Finally with a bit of sarcasm she gave him what she thought he was looking for. "Please Sir, do you have an Ax, a knife, or a saw i may borrow to complete the task in which you assigned me? Also do you have any toilet paper? or do we just use leaves?"

 

[susurrus]

She nodded at his instructions regarding bodily waste, then reiterated her original question, albeit with an inordinate degree of attitude. Yes, she used the honorific he'd demanded, but her tone indicated she was far from meaning it.

Without a word, Eisen grabbed the girl's arm and pulled her toward him. he then bent her over, wrapping an arm around her waist and holding her in an iron grip. Throwing the hem of her skirt up and yanking her flimsy panties so hard they ripped surprisingly easily off her firm, round ass, Eisen landed ten hard swats to her exposed behind, his time on the island lending more strength to this punishment than it could have out in the real world.

Releasing her, Eisen flatly stated, "That was for the disrespect. Now, try it once more and mean it."

 

[Perplexia]

"Let Go Of Me" she demanded as he pulled her toward him. Trying to fight back but failing miserably as he threw her over his knee. Up went her dress, Rip went her panties and the first hard swat stung her ass and surprised her she went mute as she tried to wrap her mind around what was happening.
2,3,4 "ouch that hurts" she squealed. 5,6,7 "Stop! you mongrel" 8,9 "Please stop" in almost a beg. 10. Her ass stung and was sure was glowing red.

He let her up and chastised her for her lack of respect and ordered her to try again.

She looked shocked and bewildered. Never has anyone talked to her like that, much less spanked her. Swallowing a bit of her pride she tried it again.

"Excuse me Sir, do we have any toilet paper, and do you have an ax, a knife, or a saw i may borrow." her tone was a bit flat but lacked the attitude he'd heard before. If her eyes could throw daggers they would have.

 

[susurrus]

Eisen could tell this young woman had never been chastised before. She stood for upward of a minute, trying to absorb what had just happened to her. It was obvious she had never been told "no," had never been taught to treat others with at least a modicum of respect and politeness, and had never been given a code of conduct. She would learn, of that he had little doubt.

Finally, she took a deep, shaking breath and repeated her request, a little mechanically, but minus the attitude. Of course, her eyes blazed with hatred as she spoke, but he was pretty sure that would fade as well.

"Much better, girl, though I'd tone down that look. Living in a place like this requires discipline. There's very little place for the attitude you keep displaying. If there was a larger population, it might be possible for one or two to live like a king - or a princess in your case, I guess. As it is, it's only the two of us. We each need to work in order to survive. As I told you before: this isn't a game. This is living like the first people who came to these islands lived.

"In answer to your questions: near the place I directed you to, there are some plants. They have an oblong leaf covered in white fuzz. Use those, Look carefully though, because they grow close to a plant with a very similar shaped leaf, but the fuzz on those is slightly yellower. You don't want to accidentally grab one of those, or you'll regret it, especially touching it to moist, sensitive areas of your body.

"And there's a machete in the box behind the bed you slept in. Use that."

Eisen then went back to the work he'd been doing when his new companion had emerged for the morning. He turned his back to her, because the vision of her smooth, round ass and the little peek of her vaginal folds kept bouncing through his mind, and his cock once more began to rise...

 

[Perplexia]

Brittany knew there was a reason she didn't play poker. Evidently her face gave away her true thoughts. Thinking it over she was surprised the jerk didn't yank her out of bed this morning. "Thank you" she muttered and headed back to the hut to find the machete.

Taking a look at how he crafted his bed she would need six short poles/branches and two long ones. Putting on her heels, because she knew that she was going to have to go into the trees she started to walk out side, with in her first few steps she sank into the sand and fell.

Okay obviously he was right about heels not being the best type of shoe. Taking them off she found a large bolder and proceeded to bang the heels of her shoes against them until they broke off. Putting them back on and walking with much more ease she headed into the woods. It took her time to find a tree about the same width as the poles he used for the bed. Then it took her a few hours to chop it down and drag it back toward the hut.

Reaching back and unhooking her bra through her dress she pulled it out through the arms of her dress. Using the machete she cut off the straps and used them as a measuring device for the length of four of the short poles. A couple hours later she had all of the pieces for her bed now she needed rope of some kind. Seaweed would work. She headed off on the beach and began to pick up dried seaweed. Another hour later she was starving, thirsty, and had a completed bed frame.

First she had to really pee and had been holding it in to spite him. Going to the area that he told her. She looked for the leaf that he described and though subtle found a way to tell herself the difference between the two. Now she needed to find some food and fresh water.

 

[susurrus]

Eisen kept close to his encampment, busying himself with small things that needed doing that didn't require him to venture out too far. He wanted to be able to keep an eye on the girl, in case she got herself into trouble.

He rather expected her to rebel against the idea of work. He'd been ready for a huge argument that "she was somebody, and that somebodys don't make, much less construct, their own beds." That she compliantly went right to it told him she might make it here after all.

He wanted to laugh that she insisted on wearing her shoes, but he kept it inside. She didn't hesitate to knock the heels off them to make it easier to maneuver in the loose sand, but he was sure she'd eventually forgo such conventions and go barefoot, because she still stumbled around quite a bit, the smooth soles of her fancy shoes sliding around a lot.

When she destroyed her brassiere for a tool, he was impressed with her ingenuity, but all that did was make her breasts more obvious beneath the thin material of her dress. As she worked, her nipples protruded from the fabric, and the gentle breeze caught the hem of her skirt on occasion, giving him a glimpse of her smooth ass and pussy.

It took almost all day, but finally, she finished the task he'd set for her. He caught her casting her gaze around, looking for him apparently, to give his approval for her work. At that particular moment, his cock was erect and standing proud from his body. He wasn't sure how she'd react to this, but considering how he'd acted so far toward her, being coy now would be more suspicious than if he just stood and walked over.

His penis leading the way, he approached her, not acknowledging his arousal. Though he was conscious of his cock and its stiffness while he inspected her work, he said nothing of it. For the most part, Eisen had been pretty much naked for more than a year. Nudity had just become something he'd gotten used to. Chances were good, though, that this young woman was not. Nevertheless, she'd have to get used to it, because he wasn't changing his habits for her.

"Not bad," he praised. "Especially for someone who I suspect has never done anything like this before.

"Have you tested it yet? It wouldn't do for you to wait until tonight and end up laid out on the sand."

 

[Perplexia]

"No, i haven't." she paused for a moment and then said "No Sir, I haven't, I tried to move it into the hut, but it's too heavy. I also need to know which way to the fresh water source, so i can gather some water, and which way to the coconut trees and other fruit trees so I can get something to eat." She was fully aware of his erection as he stood before her. Never had she quite seen a sword like his. Normally she avoided looking at them.

As she stood before him, her hand was wrapped tightly around the handle to the machete. She now had open blisters on her fingers and palm from all of the work she completed. The muscles in her fingers were almost atrophied from the grip she held on it. She wasn't wielding it as a weapon, it hung by her side. She didn't want him to realize she was injured already.

"I'm not sure how to get the coconuts down, I've never tried to scale a tree before."