Chapter 1
Karen Hudson stood in the dense, dark green tropical foliage out of breath with perspiration dripping from her bikini-clad body. Her long auburn hair hung down in sweaty bands that wiped across her shoulders with loose, wet strands sticking to her large, white, succulent breasts. Her nipples were rock hard and swollen from the physical exertion and seemed to be succeeding in tearing their way through her top. She was on vacation for her thirtieth birthday, feeling adventurous and had used her feminine wiles to coerce her husband into sneaking onto the island. They were told by the resort staff that the island was off limits to all guests as it was a private facility but, she had promised Steve she would do anything he wanted sexually later that night if he would agree to go. 'Bold and daring, that's me,' she remembered thinking earlier as they took the rented boat out from their vacation resort. That and what it would feel like to have Steve's hard cock shoved up her ass as she was certain that would be the prize he would want for consenting to this illegal trespass.
"RUN!" Steve shouted with a look of terror on his face, "Don't stop, Karen! Keep running and don't stop until you get back to the boat. I'll be right behind you."
His breath was ragged and his voice labored as he urged his wife onward. Karen turned and started off again through the jungle, her ass cheeks jiggling with each step. The branches scratched at her tanned, white skin along her mid-section and everywhere else the bikini did not cover as she plowed through the heavy brush, running all out in total fear.
'Why didn't I just listen to Steve? We should have never come to this fucking island like he said,' Karen scolded herself as she continued on. All she could see were glimpses of sunlight peeking through the tree canopy and flashes of green and brown of the bushes and limbs whipping at her as she ran past. She wasn't even sure if they were heading in the right direction but any place was better than where they were an hour ago.
Steve watched his wife's rather voluptuous figure in the lime green bikini disappear into the jungle, and then chuckled at his self for staring at her jiggling ass while they were literally running for their lives. He wiped the sweat from his eyes and turned to see if the Family was still following him. 'Some family,' he thought, 'Wild fucking animals are more like it.' Steve did not know why they referred to themselves as 'the Family' as each was approximately the same age, different ethnicities and obviously not related to one another in any visible way. They were vicious, that was for certain and that creepy dude they called Father was the weirdest of them all he thought.
Steve tried to slow his breathing down so he could hear them coming but wasn't sure if that would happen. The Family kept finding them no matter where they hid or how fast they ran. He could not understand how they had caught up with them so fast after their escape. It just didn't make sense, they had a head start and were careful to not make any noise or leave tracks but the Family was always just one step behind them.
After a few moments, Steve could only hear the wildlife on the island, the birds squawking and the other animals chattering and chirping, no unexpected or unusual sounds. He paused a moment longer, took a deep breath then turned around to begin catching up with Karen.
Directly to his front towered the youthful leader of the Family, Zeus, who stood sneering at the exhausted man. Zeus stood well over six feet tall, had a very athletic build underneath his bronzed skin and showed no signs of physical exertion whatsoever. Steve and Karen both found him to be a very frightening person, someone not to mess with, maybe borderline psychotic. He winced at the sight of Zeus, having never heard his approach at all. Steve knew he could handle himself in most confrontations but dealing with Zeus was an entirely different matter, not like handling some drunk hitting on his wife at the pub.
"Where is that pretty little wife of yours Steve?" Zeus asked as he looked down at the smaller man, "We have a big surprise for her. THREE big surprises actually!"
"Father said no sex. He said NO SEX," Steve gasped still trying to catch his breath, looking around for an escape or a plan or...something, anything. He was beginning to feel the sharpened talons of sheer desperation claw into his soul and his chances of escape bleeding away.
With a terrifying expression of clinched teeth and blind rage boiling across his face Zeus hissed, "FATHER ISN'T HERE!" Two other male members of the Family emerged from the bushes on either side of Steve and laughed at that and the pitiful pleas from the scared husband. Without warning Zeus raised the wooden club he was holding and, in a flash, smashed it against Steve's head. He crumpled to the ground in a heap, unconscious with blood seeping from his ear.
The three men raised their faces to the wind and sniffed repeatedly, turning their heads this way and that, sniffing the entire time. They stopped simultaneously and the two looked at Zeus. "Get her," was all he said and the three men raced off at unnatural speeds showing cat-like agility as they leapt over jungle obstacles in pursuit of their prey, Karen Hudson.
Karen could see sunlight through the foliage ahead and knew she was getting close to the beach. Steve had told her to stick to the shoreline until she found the boat if they became separated. 'I'm almost there. Where are you Steve,' she thought to herself while moving to the edge of the jungle next to the beach. She scanned left to right looking for signs of the Family. Not seeing anyone on the beach she looked back toward the direction she had traveled for her husband. "C'mon Steve, where are you?" she whispered aloud for no particular reason.
Suddenly, the one known as Hermes dropped out of the trees directly in front of Karen. She shrieked aloud and turned to run away when he grabbed her around the waist and lifted her into the air making her feet dangle and flail. Karen kept screaming as she struggled to get away. She tried head-butting him, clawing, kicking and scratching but nothing worked.
"Calm down Karen," Hermes said with a feral smile plastered across his Irish face, "We just want to have a little fun." Hermes was not as tall as Zeus but still had an incredibly toned physique with muscles rippling everywhere. The tropical sun had turned his once fair skin a reddish-brown and his red hair had become a lighter orange shade with the tropical exposure.
