The Island

Welcome to Chapter 11

First of all, I would like to express my deepest thanks to my editors for all of their hard work this year, and to thank all of you, my readers, for your continued support since my return. I hope you all have a happy and healthy new year

Now, on with the story.

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The crackling sounds of Dr. Walker's voice warbled out of the speaker as Amy, and I sat and listened in silence.

"It all started at the end of the war. The Japanese had set this base up in secret, it wasn't even on US maritime maps, but they somehow found it and converted it into an airbase with an enormous garrison. If it had ever been made fully operational, it would have wreaked havoc on shipping traveling between Pearl and Australia. The whole South Pacific campaign would have had to have been postponed to take this island first, and hell, just look at it; it's a damned fortress. The gun emplacements and fortifications on the mountain alone command not only the entire island but the bays on which any landing could be made. It would have made Iwo Jima look like a sunny Sunday picnic if it needed to be taken by force.

Luckily for the allies, the aircraft for the airbase never arrived, and the attack on Pearl Harbor basically cut this Island off from the rest of the Japanese Empire. Despite it having massive gun batteries, all the allied ships had to do was sail around it. When US naval intelligence finally realized it was here, they just ignored it. Without any planes, it posed no strategic threat and held no strategic importance. At the war's end, the 1870-strong garrison received the broadcast of surrender from the emperor and gave themselves up without a fight. To be honest, they just wanted to go home.

What was noteworthy about the men of this island, however, was that all of them were in a state of remarkably good health. Island garrisons had received smaller and smaller quantities of supplies as the allies had asserted naval dominance. I don't know how many supply convoys were dispatched to this island, but there is no record of any actually making it here. Yet, whereas the men of other Japanese outposts were suffering the effects of acute starvation and malnutrition at the end of the war, this garrison seemed to be in almost perfect condition, having been able to sustain themselves off the bountiful fruit and fish they were able to gather here. More than that, they were described by witnesses as not only cooperative but friendly. A drastic difference from the hostility shown by other Japanese POWs.

An American troop transport ship, the SS Lincoln, was dispatched along with a marine guard to pick them up and ship them back to Japan. In their place, they dropped off a detachment of US army engineers tasked with dismantling the armaments on the island. That was where things started going wrong.

Six days into the voyage back to Okinawa, the entire Japanese garrison seemed to suffer from a massive, collective psychotic break. A violent madness swept through the prisoners causing them to attack the men guarding them. Twelve marines were killed before the crew of the ship managed to seal the compartments the prisoners were in. The prisoners then turned on each other. It took another three days for the ship to be brought under control. By that time, only thirty-eight men were still alive, and most of them were severely injured. Thirty-eight men out of almost two thousand. I can't even imagine the carnage.

Every single casualty had been beaten to death, either with the use of bare hands or whatever rudimentary weapons they could find. I don't know how much weight to give to witness testimony, but there does seem to be some evidence of cannibalism on the deceased. The survivors were transported ashore and into the hospital. Within another three days, all of them were dead. Post-mortems carried out on them suggest that they all suffered from either massive cardiac collapse or acute brain aneurysms, all caused by extraordinarily high blood pressure. It was like their hearts exploded in their chests.

There was no explanation. The brass just assumed that the prisoners had poisoned themselves, but that never made any sense to me. If they were seeking death, why not fight the surrender as other outposts did? Why be so friendly and cordial on the island? Of course, I know the answer now, but I didn't back then.

The seal on the SS Lincoln massacre reports hadn't even dried when the engineering detachment left on the island stopped responding to communications. Sixteen men and twelve women went completely radio silent.

A month after their deployment and a week after the loss of communications, fearing that some of the garrison had hidden on the island and attacked the US personnel, Col Williams of the US Engineering Corps personally led an investigation to the island to see what had happened to the detachment left there. His reports to Pacific fleet command were vague at best, but he described finding what he called a 'Den of debauchery.' No clothing of any kind was being worn, and the men and women were engaged in open and often frenzied sexual acts, often switching and rotating between partners. Col. Williams noted in his report that all military discipline had broken down, and that minimal work had been done to actually dismantle the Japanese guns. He blamed all of it on a failure of leadership.

The captain in charge of the island was immediately recalled to Pearl to face a court-martial, as were two of the lieutenants. Col Williams personally took over the command of the company. Three days later, the captain was shot while attacking his guards on base in Hawaii, seeming to be suffering from the same mental break as the prisoners on the Lincoln. The two Lieutenants, a man and a woman, had to be restrained on opposite sides of the same base after making repeated and often aggressive attempts to get to each other. On the one time that they were successful, they made no attempt to escape - as was originally thought - but instead continued the wild, uninhibited acts of sexual depravity that had been seen on the Island, only this time in the middle of the airstrip and in full view of the base's company.

Within another two weeks, both of those were dead too. The man died first, another heart attack. On hearing this, the woman fell into a deep and violent depression before committing suicide. She chewed a hole in her own wrists and bled to death in her cell.

Efforts to report these events to Col. Williams on the island went unanswered.

I.... shit... Someone is coming."

There was a click, followed by silence. Amy and I glanced at each other uneasily, about to say something, when another shuffling sound echoed from the speakers, and Dr. Walker started to speak again.

"It has been... two weeks? Maybe? ... since my last recording. I'm not sure. It's hard to concentrate on the passage of time. Mother doesn't want us to think about that. Where was I? ... right, yes. The Colonel.

By the time the autopsies had been carried out on the Captain and the two lieutenants, the link between what happened to them and the prisoners onboard the Lincoln was obvious. The medical corps was already starting to hypothesize that a communicative, behavior-altering illness could be responsible for what had happened. Something akin to madness and aggression in animals affected with rabies. Concerns were raised to an even greater degree by the fact that Col. Williams had not responded to any communications since the day after he had assumed command.

An expedition was sent out to find out what had happened. Let's be honest. The top brass was practically salivating over the idea that an illness could make a group of trained and disciplined soldiers turn on one another. Weaponizing that disease would be the greatest military feat since the bomb. Imagine dropping that plague onto Moscow and letting nature take its course. All of the death of a nuclear bomb without the destruction and radiation of Hiroshima and Nagasaki. I don't think they cared in the slightest what had happened to our men or what would happen to me and mine when we got here.

it's ... it's hard to remember. Even now, I can feel her trying to get back in. It's like a scratch at the back of my head. The more I fight it, the stronger she gets. Unnngghhhh... okay, okay, I'm okay...

When we arrived on the island, everything had changed. There had been sixteen men and twelve women in the engineer's company. Two of the men and one woman had been shipped back to the States, and they had been replaced by Col. Williams and three of his aides. All men. That meant that there SHOULD have been eighteen men and eleven women on the island.

There were not.

Williams had suffered a complete dissociative mental break. His command position had mutated into something like the role of an Alpha male within a pack of animals, and over the course of his first week on the island, he had systematically murdered or executed all but two of the other men. The women had devolved into little more than fawning sex slaves. At least six of them were pregnant, although nobody knew who the fathers were. Williams had been on the island for less than a month when we arrived, so it was unlikely to be him considering how far along they were..

Two women were 'assigned' to each of the two surviving males and both males were clearly below Williams in the hierarchy. All of the others became part of Williams's harem. He was in the process of roughly copulating with them when we arrived on the beach. There were six of us. Two men and four nurses to assist us. Fortunately, we were armed.

As soon as Williams saw us, he attacked. We were lucky that he had not been more heavily armed when he had assumed command. He had only brought his sidearm and had used the ammunition for that in his dispatching of the other men. Instead, he rushed at us, screaming like a man possessed, shouting something about us 'not having her' while he tried to bash our heads in with a crudely made club.

Unnngghh.... Get out of my HEAD!!"

William panted heavily through the speakers for a few long moments.

"She has almost found me, I can feel her scratching at the back of my mind.

Williams, yes. I... I shot him. I had no choice. He was going to kill us, just like he had killed those poor unfortunate engineers. Jesus, their bodies were still on display, like a warning! As soon as he was dead, the women in his group threw themselves at us. It was like we were the new alphas of the pack. Doug, my second in command, had three women pin him down while another mounted him. Another four were trying to do the same to me when the nurses, helped by Richard, our guard, managed to get them off us. It didn't...

Fuck... she's here... She's found me... I can't keep her out any longer. I'll say more as soon as I...."

There was another click and the speakers fell silent. Amy's hand was now in mine and I could feel the nervous, fearful tremble of her fingers as she flashed another glance at me. Both of us jumped when Dr. Walker's voice suddenly crackled around the room again.

Okay, it's only been a few days this time. Four, maybe five. But I need to be quick... I can already feel her looking for me.

After the women had been subdued, they basically ceased to function. A full catatonic state. If we guided them to walk somewhere, sit on something, or lay on one of the cots we had brought with us, they would cooperate. But only if led. They were completely incapable of independent thought. It was like they were just shells. The four other women - the ones assigned to the two surviving men - were better, but only if they stayed in contact, or at least very close proximity to their partners. These two threesomes, as we called them, were kept together in their groups but were isolated from William's women. But if one of the women were removed from their respective group, they would become extremely sexually aggressive for a short while, and then start to devolve into the same state as William's women. If they were then returned to their group, they would recover almost immediately. The two men, William's surviving aides, were normally very pleasant, cordial, and cooperative, but if THEY were removed from their women for any prolonged period of time, especially if they were led to believe their separation was permanent, they would become incredibly aggressive, even violent, until they were reunited.

I... I'm not proud of it, but we experimented on them. Nothing invasive or surgical, but we put those poor people through hell trying to understand what this infection was doing to them. We should have been more concerned with what was happening to us. I can't say how long it took us to be affected, clearly it was not on the first day when we fought off the advances of those women, but it was certainly within a few days. I...

Shit... she is here already. She has found me again... I wish I had more... UGHN... Well, hello there Betty, I have been looking for you all morning.... Yes, really... why don't you come over here and remind me how pretty those nice red lips look wrapped around my cock... Of course, Susan can join us. There is more than enough of my seed for both of you. I do so love those little whimpers when she climaxes.... Why don't you both crawl over here and show me how much you want me....Mmmm, yes, they are my favorite noises, too... oh yes, you are such a good girl. Mother would be so proud of you.

The voice clicked off again. I couldn't help but be reminded of how I had heard myself talk to Hayley and Robyn at the end of our last communal moment of lucidity at the lake. I had called them my whores, I had spoken to them in a way I would never dream of using to speak to a lady, let alone one I was involved with. Yet it had just come out. I could remember the sound of my own screaming voice inside my head as I understood the complete lack of control I'd had over my own actions. I gulped hard and quickly looked at Amy.

Her cheeks and the top of her chest were flushed, and she was breathing heavily. Her parted, salivating lips were clearly visible in the flickering light of the torches. "You okay over there?" I asked softly.

"Hmmm? Umm... yeah... sorry, I lost myself there a little," She cleared her throat and met my eyes with a hard swallow. "I know I should be really worried about all of this, and I want to know if Dr. Walker found the source of the infection or even a treatment, but that last bit... hearing them... that was... that was really fucking hot. I'm fighting hard to resist the urge to suck your dick right now, and it's not easy. Fuck, I bet your cum tastes amazing!"

Her eyes flicked down to my crotch and stayed there.

The hunger in her eyes was having the expected effect on me, and I could feel the beginnings of that now-familiar itch at the back of my head. The urge to grab hold of a fist full of her hair and pull her head down into my lap was growing by the heartbeat.

Dr. Walker's voice snapped me out of it.

"I... I'm not sure how long it's been. So much has changed. It has to be at least two or three months by now. Maybe more. I had to listen to the last part of the recording to remind myself of how much I had told you.

The first two nights on the island were pretty uneventful. We set up our improvised holding areas and labs for our equipment in some of the larger, sealable rooms not far from this one. A hospital was set up pretty quickly, and everything was proceeding smoothly. It was only after we had achieved the more critical tasks of getting situated and making contact with fleet command that things started to change. It was as if beginning to relax, having free time on our hands, was all the infection was waiting for to manifest. On the third night, Betty came to me.

I should point out here that not only am I happily married, Betty is too. I have never cheated on Anne, I've never even considered it, even during the war... Wait, not Anne, that's not her name. It's... It's... It's so hard to remember. I can see her face, I can feel her hair through my fingers but her name is just out of reach. I can feel the memory of her slipping away. Ah.... Ah... It starts with an A, I'm sure of it. It will come back to me.

Anyway, Betty came to me on the third night. We had been colleagues since '48, I would say we had developed something of a friendly relationship in that time, and we worked well together. But over those three days, we had started to flirt. I knew it was wrong, but in those moments, I could only think about how it would feel to be inside her. The force and the passion with which she mounted me that night makes me think that she was wondering the same thing. We didn't make love, we didn't have sex, we FUCKED! I did every dirty and depraved thing to her that I would never dream of doing to my wife. By the time she left the next morning, I was aching all over, and she was walking like she had spent the past week on horseback.

Yet, by evening meal time, just after we had distributed the rations to the engineers, I was feeling that urge again. Grace, one of the other nurses, cornered me in one of the tunnels, dropped to her knees, and used her mouth to drain me. She didn't say a word. I don't know if she sensed my urges or if she was feeling them herself, but she made the decision to act... and did.

By day six, things had really started to change. I had screwed Betty, Grace, and Susan in every way a man could dream of. I'm not sure I gave a single thought to my family back home during any of that time. I would wake up, fuck one of them, go about my duties for a few hours, break for food and another round with whoever was closest, then go back to work. This would be repeated until bedtime when at least one of them would crawl into my bed. What was stranger, however, was that the women who had previously been partnered with Col. Williams would snap out of their docility whenever I was close to them.

They had remained in their unresponsive, catatonic state since the Colonel's death. But now, whenever I was close, especially if I were alone, they would "wake up" and try everything in their power to seduce me into entering their holding pens. They would strip themselves, grind themselves against the posts of their beds, spread their legs, and masturbate for me. They would tell me in sordid detail everything they would do to me, individually or as a group. It is safe for me to say that their efforts went a long way to grow that urge in my mind, which I invariably took out on one of the nurses.

The rest of my staff had set up base on the airstrip. Doug and the other nurse, Sally, monitored the two male aides and the other four women. I didn't know it at the time, but Sally and Doug had started their sexual liaisons around the same time that my group had. Stranger still, one of the women who had previously been partnered with one of the aides had seduced Richard into her pen, and they had become almost inseparable since.

Work progressed pretty normally for the first two weeks. We ran daily tests on all the subjects or as much as we could with their advances toward me. We ate, we slept, and we fucked. It was paradise. The most concerning part about all of it, now that I am able to think clearly, was how normal it all seemed. There was never a thought about home, or about... my wife... or my son. Mating frantically with Betty, Grace and Susan seemed like the most natural thing in the world. It was no different from eating or sleeping, a perfectly normal part of my day. To my mind, I was living on a beautiful tropical island with a group of stunning women, and we were all there to run our tests and to mate. Most men would find that hard to resist even without the infection altering their thoughts, but that is just the thing. Resistance was the last thing on my mind. It hadn't occurred to any of us that we were infected. It seems utterly ludicrous to me now, but we were studying people who had been exposed to a virus or disease of some kind, the symptoms of which were the same sexually deviant behaviors we ourselves were exhibiting. Yet it never crossed our minds. Any of us.