The Island...open to all (human please)

[BRIGHTWELL]

*Forgive me this is the first thread I have started*

Story line: Sam Miles was a passenger on a tramp steamer. The steamer was attacked by pirates. He was able to slip over the side with a rubber raft. Thankfully it had been night time and the pirates never saw him. After two or three days he washes ashore on an island.

I'll be playing Sam Mills.

 

[BRIGHTWELL]

lonely search

The waves carry me ashore lift my raft and hurls it up onthe beach. I tumble out on to the sand and start to look around. There are palm trees and beach and little else. I cannot tell how big the island is I hope to find out.

 

[BRIGHTWELL]

the island

The waves are trying to drag the raft back out to sea. I grab the raft in knee high water and slosh ashore. Dragging the raft with me. The sun blazing down on me, I need to find some water. I climb a sand dune and drag the raft up and over the dune. I feel a little better being on some what higher ground.
I continue to look around, not overly sure which way to go. High ground and high cover, best to get out of the sun and find drinkable water. And the search begins.

 

[BRIGHTWELL]

high ground

I follow the dune as it starts to narrow out. Shortly I find that I have to wade through a shallow ford to get to the main island. The flow of the water is steady but only knee high. I reach the far bank easily. I'm on the main island now and it opens wide as if to welcome a traveler from a long tiring journey. The jungle is lush and three tall mountains can be seen from the beach.

 

[BRIGHTWELL]

the beach

I decide I'm not ready to try the jungle quite yet. I follow the beach to the left, because it is wider and I can see further. If I'm lucky maybe I'll find a river that empties into the ocean, that would help a lot. There are a few clouds gathering far out to sea, I hope they hold off any storm till I find some kind of shelter.

 

[lost_pirate]

Amara Wilson had been on a cruise. It had been fun till then. The evening party had gone great till then. And along with her close friends who she had come here with, she was having a lot of fun. The weather looked a little bit rough today, but the captain promised they would be fine. He might just as well have promised them the moon. But she didnt realize at that time.

They had just seen a beautiful island that day - from the cruise itself. They had seen very few on that trip till then. It had been only about 30 miles or so away the captain had told them. She had looked on for a while, and then went off to get ready for the party. She had been all excited about the evening party, and had even pulled out her best party dress - black, almost knee length. The dress went well with her 36D-26-36 frame, and her blonde hair, and deep black eyes.

Her mind came back to the present. She had just taken a break from all the crazy partying, and was looking over the sea. She again though she almost saw a thuderstorm in the distance. Was that a hurricane she saw coming their way? Maybe, but it had already been getting too dark, and the captain probably knew things better than her. No point being paranoid.

About an hour later, she and others on the cruise were rocked by the storm. What had her friend told her as they had all seen the storm approach - survival chances 1 in 1000. Only because the storm might throw you clear and to any nearby landmass. She remembered the island they had seen earlier that day. She didnt remember much after that. She was knocked out, and had been thrown ashore an island, passed out.

 

[BRIGHTWELL]

on the beach

*standing on the beach several hour later*
The clouds had covered the island and the rains came but passed quickly. I and the island had been lucky, we had gotten only the outer bands of the storm. Already the sky is clearing and the night is falling.
"My look at the stars they are so bright!" Sam whispers to himself.
*He starts walking slowly down the beach and sees shape at the waters edge*
"Ah drift wood came in with the storm, damn look at all that seaweed"
Then the drift wood made a sound, a woman sound.

 

[BRIGHTWELL]

father I have sinned

Sam was taken back in his mind. "Father forgive me I've sinned I saw a woman and....father I pleasured myself, I jackedoff, I'm so sorry!"
Father Murphy was a stern man. Pentance had no place for this abuser!
" Did you drop your seed on the ground" "yes"
"the seed god gave you for a wife," "Yes"
"you waste god's gift for your own pleasure?" "Yes Father"
"Get out, you are filth, you corupt all that is desent, god gives you a gift and you manhandle it away, get out!" Sam had run out of the church and down to the docks and found the first boat out, he was full of shame.

Now on the beach Sam does not know what to do. A woman on the sand. A woman. With out thinking he pulls down his pants and pulls out his manhood and starts to stroke it, it grows harder as he continues. "Forgive me, Father!" he calls out.

 

[lost_pirate]

She woke up, her head groggy and hurting. She tried to get up, but could not. She needed water, and tried to see her surroundings. No water except for sea water, and you couldnt drink that. She tried to get up again, but felt really weak. She felt sticky, with all the salt water and sand sticking to her. She forced herself to get up, and stodd up really groggy. Lack of water was not making things any better for her. She took a few steps, and then fell down again, face first into the sand. She didnt move, trying to focus, but her head hurt a lot. She didnt even realize when she passed out again.

 

[BRIGHTWELL]

alive.......

Sam was just finishing as "gods gift" surged out of his cock and landed on the sand. He looked at it. Then kicked at it and finally covered it up by kicking more sand on top and steping on it. "I've been bad, I've sinned, I'm sorry Father." he whispered quietly.
Sam moved down to the beach. The woman had managed to get herself up the beach a few steps befor collapsing again. She had shown Sam by her own action what he must do. He must do for her what he had done for himself, survive.
Sam picked the limp body up and carried her into the jungle. He had found a place out of the rain. He would take her to the one place he knew was safe. He had a little rain water saved from the storm. It was not much, but a start.
A new start, a new begining, a new day, it will be a good day, fresh and clean. Yes, he would be clean no more sin . He was reborn by this woman.
*He poured a little rain water between her lips*. Saved, as he had saved her, she would save him. Oh for the morning to arrive. He looked at the woman again. "Thank you." he said and went over to a log he had dragged in and fell into a peacefull slumber, the best sleep he had had in a long time.

 

[lost_pirate]

She woke up, her head still hurting a little bit, but better. Her lips were still parched and she knew she needed water, but it wasnt as bad as before. Best of all she felt better now, a bit refreshed. She forced herself to get up, and with a little effort, she got up. It all now came back to her. As much as she could remember that is. The fun and frolic on the cruise, and then the storm. The cries and screams of people. She closed her eyes. She opened them again, and looked to srvey the damage to herself. She knew her body was sore, but there didnt seem to be any damage. A few bruises - bad ones too - but just bruises, and her dress torn at a few places. But she was relieved to see she wasnt in as bad a condition as a storm would have left someone in. Hell, she was lucky to be alive - and she knew that.

Alive and lost. she thought. She looked around, and realized she was in a jungle. Now a storm wouldnt have brought her here. She should have been lying around by the shores of wherever she was. She hoped she wouldnt be too far from civilization. She looked around, and saw a man sleeping on a log. He must have brought her here. And now he seemed to be waking up. Good, she thought. She had a lot of questions for him.

 

[prissy_kytten]

Jenna Trask had been on a great cruise with he friends, the water was calm, the drinks were flowing and the men, oh may they were something to look at. Standing out on deck that night thinking of what she would wear to tonights party she noticed clouds rolling in but shrugged her shoulders, the captain had promised smooth sailing and she assumed he knew what he was talking about.

Going below deck she walked to her cabin which was across the hall from her best friend Amara's. Walking into the room she walked right over to the closet flipping htrough her dresses looking for the perfect one to complement her 5'8 frame and show her long legs to the best advantage she pulled out a red backless number that did up behind her neck.

Pulling the brush through her dark cascading curls she piled them loosely on her head pinning them in place. She looked at her green eyes in the morror the red the perrfect color on her nicely bronzed skin.

Stepping out she swayed her nicley rounded 36 inch hips her small but firm round breast bouncing as she walked. When she enter the ball room of the ship she ran her hands down her slim 25 inch waist making sure the dress was clinging in all the right places.

After a few drinks and flirting with a few on the crew Jenna had gone out on the deck to get some fresh air.

Taht was the last thing she remember, slowly she came awake her body aching, something cold and water was running over her, opeing her eyes slightly she noticed that she was on a beach, the waves were barely reaching past her hips and the sand was warm, once again she passed out.

 

[HookerBoots]

Angela Mason - no, Angela Strebeck, she was married now- woke up warm and damp. She was confused; where was she, where was David, and why was she wet?

Then it all came crashing back into her mind and she collapsed in heap on the sand, her chest heaving with restrained sobs.

Everything had been fine until the storm came up, and now . . . She and David had been on their honeymoon, a romantic cruise, wouldn't that be nice, he'd said. So relaxing, wonderful. Her chin-length brown hair fell around her face in tangles as she pushed herself up and stared out at the sea, thinking about how happy she'd been, before everything had gone wrong.

She was still in the almost-sheer white nightgown she'd put on for bed, even though it was barely hanging on to her body; large patches of golden skin were exposed to the hot sun, her generous breasts and hips hardly covered. She pulled the scraps of her nightgown around herself, wrapped her arms around her knees and wept.

When she had cried herself out - or at least dry - she stood up and looked around. There had to be other people that had washed up here, and she intended to find them. Striding off down the beach, Angela wished futilely for a pair of shoes.

 

[poohlive]

Elliot Morgan ran the boat up to shore. It was a little putter, with a small motor, that could barely make it through the waves of the sea to begin with. He'd spent half the time dumping water out of the boat as he did driving.

He hid it well, putting some overhung branches and bushes in the way so it could not be seen. It was hidden well enough, if anyone looked closely they would find it, but any casual glance this way would produce nothing more than a normal beachline.

He drove off down the beach.

Elliot was a tall man. He had long black hair, that matched both his eyes and skin. He was dark, ever so dark, his eyes like black coals and his skin almost burnt. His body was lean though, and muscular. The clothing he wore, little more than ripped rags that were either too big or small for him, revealed much of his body.

He had a gun on his hip.

This island was one of the few around since the crash. Elliot had been in charge of gathering up anything that might have found its way ashore. Luggage, valuables, money.

And women.

A pirate could sell a decent woman for thousands on the open market. Any survivors would be most welcome to the pirates booty.

He ran down the shore, glancing at different objects falling along the beach. Nothing that interested him, or should he say, interested his boss. He had thought by now the shore would be swarming with random objects from the ship.

He did eventually pick up a suit of luggage, that had some money and passports, clothing, and even jewelry. A nice sizable booty. Until further down he saw a woman.

He walked up to her, hand against the gun on his side. She had on some white piece of clothing, more than see thru, barely clinging to her body. He had to take that in, despite her state of confusion. Large breasts, curved hips, tanned skin.

The boss would love her.

He let his hand move away from the gun. One girl would be no problem.

"Are you ok?" He spoke english very roughly, forcing the words out of his large lips. It was not a native tongue, but he knew enough to commune with americans. You just had to nowadays, the world was moving at the speed of english.

Pirates knew this as well as anyone else.

"Would you like... water?" He pulled a small canteen from his side, and gave it to her.

 

[HookerBoots]

Spinning around at the voice behind her, Angela gasped and almost fell on her butt. The man standing there, holding out a canteen, was tall and lean and terrifying.

Taking the canteen with a trembling hand, she forced a smile. "Thank you, I'm . . . I'm not hurt." She took a deep drink, capped the canteen, and held it back out to him. "Thank you very much." Angela pushed her hair out of her face with one hand. "Are you . . . were you on the cruise?"

 

[poohlive]

Elliot shook his head.

"Rescue," He said, remembering the word from long ago. It would evoke hope in her, and a willingness to trust him. he would need that right now, otherwise he'd have to tie her up and drag her back with him.

He nodded further up on shore, just beyond the treeline. They could stop and rest there. He dragged the one piece of luggage with him, helping her. His rough calloused hand running down to the small of her back.

He couldn't help but lean over and take in her scent. It was salty, but heavy, and he enjoyed it.

Beyond the shrubs, there was a fallen log he helped to sit her down, fingers trailing over her skin a moment longer than they should have. He pointed to her wet little lingerie.

"You need to take off," He said, "Wet, you'll be sick."

He opened the one bag of luggage, finding a small shirt and even smaller shorts for her to wear. He handed them to her, and then watched, with more than a little interest.

 

[HookerBoots]

She blushed and took the clothes from him, shying away slightly from the touch of his hand. Standing up, she turned around and started to change into the shorts and shirt he'd pulled out. Angela didn't want this strange man to see her naked; she still harbored faint hope that David had made it to shore safely, and it would be unfaithful to let him see her naked.

Pulling the top over her head, she was embarrassed to see how snug it fit over her chest. It didn't even cover the bottoms of her breasts, and she could see her nipples outlined against the fabric. The shorts were . . . tiny, and she wasn't sure she'd even be able to get them on. Half turning, keeping her privates pointed away, she looked at the man. "Do you have anything a little . . . bigger?"

 

[BRIGHTWELL]

the woman

Sam started to wake. The log was hard but at least he was off the ground. As he woke he felt the first of his morning aches. As he sat up he noticed the woman looking at him. *Sam smiles at her "I need to pee! " he stands up and disappears into the jungle*

 

[lost_pirate]

She looked on as the man disappeared into the jungle. She was a brave woman, but the idea of being alone in a jungle was not that appealing to her. She looked around waiting for him. Her mind went back to her friend, Jenna that she had been on the ship with. She felt sad, but didnt want to give up hope. "Jenna would have made it, if I could, why wouldnt she." she muttered to herself. The first thing she would do once he got back was make him tak her back to where he had found her, and find her friend.

She got up, getting ready for the trip. She was stiff, having slept off in wet clothes which dried off on her body. At least she and her clothes were dry now. She dusted herself off, and corrected her dress. She then waited for him to come back.

 

[BRIGHTWELL]

up and ready

Upon returning Sam found the wide awake and walking around. He looked at her dress. "You need clothes, the sun is hot you will hurt from the sun, we should go and look...for clothes." *Sam smiles and points and shakes his hand toward the beach* "Not far, not far, later we thank god!" Sam stammers.

 

[lost_pirate]

She nodded. It worked pretty well for her. She anyways needed to find her friend too. She said "Okay. Lead me to the beach." and as they started to walk out, she asked "And how do you think we can get clothes by the beach? do you think storm would have thrown some of the people's stuff over as well?"

 

[poohlive]

Elliot watched with more than a leering look as she undressed. She played at modesty, turning around. But he could see everything he wanted, even her ass was nice. Round firm, that perfect bubble of a butt that would sound quite naughty if he slapped it hard enough.

She turned around and he got an even better look. He grabbed the tiny shorts from her, and looked at her body objectively. If anything it looked as though he were simply eyeing her for clothing, but he wanted to get a better look.

She was shaved, his cock had grown stiff inside of his shorts, a little noticable as he stared at her.

He took out what looked like a simple skirt. He grabbed a knife and cut at it though, turning it into the shortest skimpiest skirt ever. He wanted her to be clothed, but easily accessible for when he wanted her.

He handed it over, letting her try it on.

"Elliot," He placed a hand over his barreled chest, and then he put the hand against her breast, squeezing it slightly, "And your name?"

 

[BRIGHTWELL]

back to the beach

"I will help you. We will check for clothes and other stuff sure." Sam led the way to the beach. He looked back at the woman she was doing well.
"Later we look for river need fresh water, rain water all gone, need fresh water."
As they arrived back on the beach it was littered with boxes and luggage and bloated bodies that were washing up on the beach. Men and women young and old some dressed some not, it was hard to tell who was alive and who dead in some cases others were easy, the bloated were dead.
When Sam first sees the scene it is to much for him. He covers his eyes and falls to knees and cries out loud "Lord what has thy done? Thy hand smite so many. Were there sins so great they deserved this, is there no mercy in your eyes. We thank you for the gifts oh Lord but the price is way too high!"

 

[lost_pirate]

She was too moved at the sight, and almost threw up herself. She knew she had been lucky to survive. She suddenly didnt feel like taking these clothes anymore. She looke around, and just someway down the beach, she saw a beautiful woman, standing in really tight and small shirt, and naked below that. A man was handing her a short skirt. She pointed at them. "Lets head over there" she said to the man accompanying her, and started walking towards them.

 

[HookerBoots]

Angela slid the skirt over her hips, feeling his hand on her. Steeling herself, she turned and said, "Angela." A small step back, and she pushed her hair out of her face again.

"Thank you for the clothes, but I . . . my husband was on the ship with me, I can't . . ." He squeezed her breast again, and she shivered. This was supposed to be her honeymoon, and here she was on an island, with a strange man feeling her. She stepped back towards him, letting him feel her body. "I shouldn't."