The waves lapped incessantly against the soft sandy beach. Ann gazed out to the horizon, like she did yesterday, the day before that and every day that she had been marooned on the island. She squinted to protect her eyes from the glare of the sun light off the water. But no matter how she scanned the horizon, there was no sign of a ship, a plane or rescue of any kind.
Ann sighed and scuffed her feet against the soft, warm sand. She had been here for three weeks but it seemed like three years. Fear was soon replaced by loneliness and a sense of isolation. Would she ever be rescued? Would she ever see other people again?
She went back to the hut that she had made to protect her from the noonday sun. It was made from palm fronds, and in other circumstances would have been impossibly romantic. But here, with no one else to enjoy her island paradise, Ann felt like a prisoner in her own private hell.
She lay on the hammock that she had rigged between two palm trees, and dozed gently in the gentle tropical breeze. The waves sounded softly in the distance, as she cast her mind back to when she was with other people, and gradual she dozed into the realms where sleep and reality are exchanged.
She remembered men, Men with their strange ways, the strange attraction that she had for them, and she remembered the times she had given herself to them and felt the full pleasure of a man's body. As she dozed, Ann gently slid her hand down her body and slid her fingers onto her pussy.
She remembered her first fumblings and the thrill of ecstasy and as she remembered, she weaved little circles with her fingers, teasing her own pussy and sliding her finger casually over her clitoris
The sun gently kissed her bronzed skin and the wind rocked her gently as she played with herself, and slowly drifted in and out of sleep, her hand working methodically to build her pleasure up to a plateau of excitement,
Her breaths got quicker now, as he became more excited and her heart raced as she stroked herself more urgently now. Faster and faster her fingers worked, until eventually
Release.
She dozed in the sun, while the tropical jungle seemed to holds its breath as she drifted off into a deep sleep of ecstasy.
It was cooler when she awoke.
It seemed she had slept for hours, fuelled by love and memories. She looked round suspiciously. The sun had moved across the sky and there was only an hour or two of daylight left. Ann felt that she was been watched. She couldn't describe why; she had searched every day for sight of a human presence in hope, but now her intuition told her that she was not alone. She went down to the beach to look for tracks or a boat- there was nothing.
She casually walked along the waterline trailing her long skirt in the warm water. The innocence of the setting had been replaced by a sense of fear of imminent danger. She realised that the jungle was quiet.
Ann ran for the jungle, a headlong helter skelter panic of a run, with no destination in mind, just flight, running way from it, them or whatever it was. She ran through branches and thorns, which tore at her and scratched her skin, her skirt caught on a branch and was ripped but she raced on regardless.
Suddenly she stopped
She found herself in a clearing a space which had been cleared of trees by human hand. Or hands. Because there in the circle were three men, looking as startled to see her as she was to see them. There was an instant of shock, as the two groups eyed each other as if time stood still, and then , Ann turned on her heels and headed back the way that she had came.
But she was tired, and their legs were fresh, and they caught her up in no time, and man-handled her back to their camp. They smelt of drink, they were unshaven, and they pushed her roughly. All this time she had sought human company, and now she had found it, she wanted nothing more than escape!
They bundled her into the clearing and made her sit against a large chest, then they tied her hands behind her back and knotted the rope tightly to the case. Delighted with their catch, they jabbered away in some foreign tongue. Ann couldn't make out what they were saying, but she could guess. They laughed as they looked at her long legs showing through her torn skirt and they poked at her while they drank more beer.
Ann was frightened. She feared the worse, and she had no prospect of being saved. He faces of the men grew more ugly as they drank more and as the sun set, the shadows from the flames of the camp fire gave them a manic character as if they were monsters. Ann's mind raced as she imagined how she might escape. Her wrists were tightly bound, and the rope bit into her skin. She knew that she could not out run them, she would have to subdue them. She decided it was best to co-operate with them and avoid provoking them.
She might be able to slip away when they were sleeping……..
Eventually the men approached her, and began to untie her bonds. It was dark now and the embers of the glowing fire gave an eerie red glow to their faces. She looked them full in the eye determined to survive the ordeal. As the first one approached her, she stared at him out of pity. He pushed her roughly backwards so she fell on the floor and he fell on top of her. She could smell his beery breath as he fumbled under blouse. He was dirty and needed to wash. His drunken fumblings made no impression, and Ann did not resist as he dragged her blouse down over her shoulders.
He grunted like a pig but it soon became clear that for all his thrusting, the drink had got to him, and he could not have sex with her. The other men taunted him, and laughed at him which made him angry. He promptly rose up and slapped Ann full across the face. She yelped with the pain, and started to cry. Her sobs were interrupted by more shouting. Her would-be assailant had leapt up and attacked his two friends, who were bent double laughing at him. Fuelled by anger and by drink, he lashed out wildly at his friends, catching one full on the jaw. He fell in a crumpled heap, knocked spark out by the blow.
The second man was more cunning, and wrestled his attacker to the ground, where they rolled in a seething mass of writhing arms and legs, grunting and shouting and biting and poking. Ann saw her chance.
