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A couple of years ago, my boyfriend Jim and I were involved in a plane crash with another couple from the States. We all survived and swam to an island and that's when things got really interesting. Little did we know there were people living on this island, men who captured all four of us. I've already written about what happened. I've already explained what the water they gave Becca and I did to us.
Ever since that time on the island, I've craved feeling that way again. To drink the water and let myself be unrestrained sexually. To feel the pleasure I experienced and do the things I did because of that water. I've mentioned my desires to Jim. It is difficult for him to understand what I feel and why I would want to go back. I've let the idea fade. I've not talked about it with him for two years now because I know how it makes him feel. The thing is, I've never stopped thinking about it and neither has Becca.
We have stayed in touch, her and me. She broke up with Dave, the guy on the plane with her but we've both stayed close and talk a great deal about our experiences and our equal desire to feel that way again. The only two people other than Becca and me that know about the water and its effects are Jim and Dave. We kept it a secret because no one would have believed us anyway. I didn't want to go back for money or to find the water to share, though something like this would be a high commodity anywhere in the world once women knew what it did and men for that matter. No, Becca and I wanted to go back for the simple reason of feeling the effects again. The water not only made us do anything to men but it also made everything better. Our senses were heightened. Tastes were incredible and the buildup and climaxes were impossible to describe.
It was the memories that drove us to return.
Our story hit the news of course. Most plane crashes do even small planes. Our rescue from the island and the condition we were in was a little less known. The official report was that Becca and I had been drugged and raped by several savage men and almost killed. Because of this report the island was taken over by the US government and its inhabitants 'relocated' is what they called it. I really don't know what happened to the men that had captured us and I really don't care. For me it was all about the water and from what I read, no report of its discovery was made.
As far as Becca and I knew, the island was officially deserted now, with just animal and plant life left. It didn't even have any strategic value to the US, and was probably why it had remained uncharted or uncivilized is a better word.
In our conversations, Becca and I were determined to go back. It was like an addiction that would never go away. Our plans were to find the source of the water, take as much as we could and return home. Of course this was very naïve, the fantasy of two women that wanted something from the past and to feel the pleasure more than reality. There were no flights to a deserted island. No runways to land on. Even if we did manage to get back it would have to be by boat or helicopter. We didn't even know how to go about charting something like that.
For two years we have talked about it, dreamed about it, lusted about it and hid this fact from our significant others. Jim knows nothing of my conversations with Becca and her new man, Scott, knows even less.
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"I've got it all figured out," Becca said as we talked over Skype.
She held up a map to the computer camera and pointed to the island's location.
"We take a plane to Samoa, charter a boat and head for the island, here," she said.
"How do we charter a boat and what do we tell them is our reason? And what about Jim and Scott?" I asked.
"I'll take care of the flights and boat. I just need you to come with me," Becca said.
Becca was in her mid-thirties and more established than I was in her career. In other words she had more money than I did. I was willing to overlook the money and the logistics and trust her. I wanted to have that water that badly. The urges to return had increased in both of us and she had put a lot of work into getting us back.
"Okay, I'm in," I said. "I'll make some excuse to go to the airport. Maybe say I need to visit my family or something."
"Good. I'll have your ticket waiting for you. We'll meet up in California and take the flight to Samoa together."
It was all set up for next Saturday and now I just had to tell Jim I was going away for a week or two. I was worried he'd ask questions or see through my lies but he was too busy with work, and sports to really care I was going away for two weeks. We planned it during the football season and fantasy football was in full swing. He pretty much told me to have a good time and to say hi to my family when I saw them. The next thing I knew, I was in a taxi to the airport the next Saturday. I picked up my ticket to California and I was on my way to meet Becca. It's hard to describe how excited I was. Just the idea of drinking the water again had my body reacting.
I met Becca at LAX where I landed and together we boarded the next flight to Samoa. I trusted her, thinking she had everything arranged and that it would all go smoothly. I assumed we'd land in Samoa, travel to the boat and sail to the island.
We hugged, she asked how my flight was but other than that we didn't have much to catch up on since we talked almost every day. It was on the flight over the pacific that she finally told me our travel plans were not as clear cut as she led me to believe.
"What do you mean, we don't have a boat chartered?" I asked.
"I tried, Brianna. It's like they have never heard of the island or... they are pretending not to know. I've found it on Google Earth and it's only fifty miles from Samoa but no one will take us 'cause they say it doesn't exist."
"So what the hell are we doing? Why are we flying to Samoa if we can't get to the island?" I asked, upset with her deception.
"I think they are afraid. I've done my research and they have legends of the island. People who have gone there never leave. I think it was because of the men that found us, but you and I both know the government removed them so the island should be safe now."
"True, maybe... but if we can't convince anyone to take us to it, what's the point?"
"Oh, we will get someone. Pay them enough money and someone will take us."
"That's your plan?" I asked.
"Yep, and it's going to work. It has too, Brianna. We have to get back there. For our sanity, we have to."
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Two days later her plan worked. It took us those two days to land, find a place to stay and then search out a boat and a captain willing to take us to a haunted island for money. Becca had to have spent half her life savings on this trip, between our flights and paying this boat captain a ridiculous amount of money to travel one hundred miles. I just hoped he would honor his agreement and not sail away as soon as he dropped us off.
We were on our way though. We got on the ship the next morning and headed out into the ocean toward the island. A few hours later it came into view. It was tiny, smaller than I remembered but I was pretty sure it was the right place. They anchored the ship off the coast and Becca and I boarded a small motor boat with a single driver. He sped off to the beach and ran the nose up the sand. He motioned for us to quickly get off and then he pushed the craft off the sand and quickly motored back to the main ship as if he was frightened for his life. Becca and I watched to make sure they didn't leave and then we headed into the jungle with our packs full of supplies and water to drink.
We soon found a trail heading toward the center of the island, probably used by the savages that had captured us those years ago. It was hot and humid. We were soon covered in sweat and our hair had to be pulled back into tight ponytails because the humidity was wreaking havoc on it. We kept hiking, talking quietly to each other and of course we were very excited. We were just so overwhelmed to be back we didn't even think about any danger. The island was deserted anyway. Or so we thought.
The path lead to the burnt-out huts we remembered. Not much was left. We looked around in the ashes and around the perimeter of the small village but didn't find any water. It was then we remembered that we had always been given the water out of a container and had never seen where the savages actually got it from.
"Well, it has to be close by. They wouldn't want to travel a great distance to get water?" Becca said, kicking a burnt piece of wood.
"Maybe, but in what direction?" I asked.
"We'll follow the paths. Look, there's the one we came on and we didn't see any water that way so we know that's not the right one. I count only two others," she said, spinning around.
It didn't register with either of us why these paths looked so traveled still. If it was supposed to be deserted two years ago, the paths should have been overtaken by the jungle again. All we cared about was finding the water source and turned a blind eye to everything else. We picked the next path and headed off in the direction it took us.
It abruptly ended at a cave but we could hear water running inside. We looked at each other; embraced and literally jumped up and down in each other's arms in a circle we were so excited. We went into the cave and started to descend into the ground. The noise of the running water got louder and we saw light up ahead as the ground began to rise again. The cave opened up into a large cavern with sunlight shining down through a hole in the ceiling. We were staring at a large pool of water. It was running out of the side of the cave, over moss, several plants, and rocks, pooling at the bottom.
"We found it!" Becca cheered, running to the pool and dropping to her knees.
She looked back at me and I could tell she was shaking. I knelt next to her as she placed her cupped hands into the water.
"One way to make sure," she said.
"Wait!" I stopped her. "If this is the water, you're going to want nothing but cock and that's all you're going to care about until it wears off."
"I know, but we have to make sure this is it before we take it home."
"Yes, but what am I going to do with you until then?" I asked.
"That is an excellent question," a man's voice said from behind us.
Becca and I stood up quickly with our backs against the pool. Five men in black uniforms were standing at the entrance to the cavern. Four had rifles and the fifth had a pistol on his hip. The men with rifles were in there twenties if not high teens and the leader with the pistol was only slightly older, maybe low thirties if that.
