The Island Pt 21 Murder Death Kill

THE ISLAND

Part 21: Murder Death Kill

By Gortmundy.

"These guys are a right bunch of murderous gits", muttered Natassia.

She was lying stretched along the couch reading a book, still dressed in a short negligée that showed an enticing amount of leg and a generous amount of cleavage, with an old fluffy-looking housecoat on top. She casually held the book in one hand while indolently sipping her morning coffee with the other as she lounged comfortably and chilled out.

Susan wiped the sweat from her face and glanced across, "Huh?".

The blonde was standing in front of the large flatscreen TV finishing off the last part of her morning exercise video. She was bouncing about vigorously in time with the instructor and a sheen of sweat covered her face and dripped from her hair as she jogged in place furiously. She wore her usual exercise outfit of tight, form-fitting shorts and a boob tube, and her hair was tied loosely back in a long ponytail.

Natassia, who was of the firm and certain opinion that exercising was a terrible habit to get into still found watching the antics of the stunning blonde to be both thoroughly entertaining and more than a little exciting. She found herself becoming distinctly distracted from the pages of her book as she watched the panting blonde stretching, showing the spectacular curves of her lithe and supple body. As shows went it was better than most on TV and she felt both her pulse and her libido responding.

"Er... wha? Oh, yes... wow. I er, borrowed this book from Anton, it's one of them Game of Thrones books and they're all a bunch of murderous gits, when they're not busy shagging I guess."

"Lot of shagging?" Susan inquired innocently as she bent with legs straight to clasp her ankles and Natassia almost spilt her coffee as she took in the young woman's gorgeous posterior.

"Holy fu.. What? Oh, Yes! Er, a bit. Not as much as in that 'Fifty Shades' book you told me about, but enough."

"My mum liked that book."

"Huh?"

"The 'Fifty Shades of Grey' thing. My mum liked it, said it spiced up her sex life with my dad."

"Ewww."

"Yea, why do parents think it's okay to tell their kids stuff like that?"

Their discussion was interrupted by a light knocking on the door. Natassia was midway through her morning croissant but looked up dusting off flakes of pastry long enough to shout, "Come in!"

The door opened and Stella entered, eyes darting about with a mixture of curiosity and nervousness. Spying Natassia on the couch she bobbed a quick curtsy and held out a data pad, "Sorry to bother you on your day off Miss Natassia but Mrs Beatrice asked me to bring you this."

"Oh hey, come on in Stella, how's your bum? No hard feelings?"

Stella blushed, "Nah, I've had worse, and then som...", her voice trailed off as she saw Susan doing her stretching exercises. Reaching down, legs straight, with feet widely spaced, to grasp her ankles, the beautiful curve of her posterior enhanced by her pose and made obvious by the tight shorts,

"Wow."

Natassia grinned at Stella and Spared Susan another appreciative glance, "Yup, wow."

With some effort, Stella managed to tear her eyes away from the curves of Susan's butt, "Er, yes, what was I saying? Yea, right, Mrs Beatrice was hoping you could look over this, it's the menu for the beach barbeque... Wow, she's sooo bendy.... Sorry, sorry, that's just

really

distracting."

"Try living with it."

Stella sighed dreamily, "I wish."

Natassia couldn't help but laugh, "Okay, come on then, let's have a look, you can give me a hand. You want a coffee or anything?"

"Me? But I'm just new, I don't know anything about the menu."

"You going to the barbeque?"

"Yes but..."

"You gonna eat anything?"

"Well, yes, obviously, but."

"Then you're a perfect judge. Come on, let's have a look and you can tell me what you think, grab yourself a croissant, by the way, chef made them fresh, they're fantastic."

"Won't Mrs Beatrice be expecting me back?"

"Just tell her the truth, that I asked you to stay and give me your input. She'll be fine with it."

Susan watched the exchange with interest and grinned.

It didn't take too long for the two women to go over the menu and between them, they added a few notations, but generally, the food and drink situation looked damned good, with a large fire-pit used to roast the chef's 'special' and multiple other barbeques as well as huge tubs of ice for the unnumerable bottles of beer and champagne.

One section of the menu was sealed and neither Natassia nor Stella could get it to open for them, but otherwise, everything looked great.

Stella stood, "I best be heading off I guess and take this back to Mrs Beatrice."

"Finish your coffee at least first."

"Thanks."

Natassia nibbled a fingernail nervously, "Hey Stella?"

"Yea?"

"Look I'm sorry about the other day, I really am."

Stella gave her a broad and mischievous grin, "It's okay Miss Natassia, it might have been worse if Mrs Beatrice did it. Besides, now you've identified yourself as a legitimate pranking target I can plot an act of hideous revenge."

"Enough of that young lady or you'll end up over my knee."

Stella gave her a wicked smile, "Oh, I could think of worse things."

"Behave yourself. Anyway, I'm still sorry, I hope it doesn't hurt too much."

Stella gave her a broad smile, "Don't worry about it, I've had worse, probably will have again, besides the marks are almost gone, look," turning she reached under her skirt and began tugging at her underwear.

"Woah! Jesus girl, I hope you don't drop your knickers so easily for that boy I heard about, what's his name, Louis?"

"Oh no, Miss Natassia, I make sure he has to work for it, well most of the time."

Natassia shook her head and smiled at the rambunctious little blonde, "A woman after my own heart I see."

Stella ran her eyes along Natassia's legs and cleavage before glancing at Susan, "Well Miss Natassia, I think your heart's already taken, but I can think of a few things to do with the rest of you."

Natassia blushed and couldn't help but laugh, "You're terrible! Get thee hence back to the kitchen young lady, before I get tempted. If Mrs Beatrice needs anything else, I'll either be here or down by the pool."

"Yes, Miss Natassia."

After Stella had gone Susan piped up with a grin, "Do I have competition now?"

"Ha! I think she'd be too much for either of us."

Susan smiled, "Oh, I don't know, she kind of reminds me of someone."

Natassia blushed even more, "It's a bit weird isn't it."

"I think it's absolutely adorable. We have to get her and Bethari together. If anything can boost that girl's confidence, it's exposure to Stella."

"Oh, dear God, that doesn't bear thinking about."

Susan turned to the brunette, "Aaand another thing. What's this 'Miss Natassia' thing all about?"

Natassia reddened, looked at her feet and mumbled something incoherent.

"Nope, I wanna hear this."

"Okay, okay! Mrs Beatrice made me the assistant housekeeper, I have to help her manage the staff and sort out a whole bunch of other stuff, like sorting out menus, making sure there's enough food, stores, fuel and everything else, sorting out the mail, resolving staff disputes, and a whole ton of other crap I never even knew she did. It's awful, I think I love it," she looked pensive, "does that make me a horrible person?"

Susan wrapped her arms around the girl's shoulders, "Nope, it just means Mrs Beatrice is one smart cookie. But didn't she give you a hiding for giving her lip? Come to think on it, from what you said she really beat the hell out of you."

Natassia looped her arms around the blonde, "I'm not so sure. I mean yeah, my arse is still stinging, but part of me is beginning to think the old bat did that so I'd remember what it's like if I end up having to do it to someone else. I can never tell with her. By the way, you're very sweaty."

"I sure am."

"You going for a shower?"

"That's my plan."

"Got room for me?"

Susan smiled and pulled her close, "Always."

...

Stella nervously tapped on the door of Mrs Beatrice's office.

"Enter."

Inside she found the housekeeper sitting behind her desk as usual. The older woman pushed her computer screen aside to regard the young blonde as she approached.

"Ah, Stella, that errand took a bit longer than anticipated, you've not been up to some mischief or other in the meantime, have you?"

"No Mrs Beatrice, I'm sorry for taking so long but Miss Natassia asked me to stay and help her with the menu."

Mrs Beatrice stunned the young woman by giving her a bright smile, "Oh she did, did she? That's excellent, and were you able to provide some input?"

Stella swallowed nervously, "I made a couple of suggestions, I hope it wasn't too forward of me."

"Not at all young lady, I take it everything is on the notepad there?"

"Yes, Mrs Beatrice."

"And the two of you worked on this between you? And did Miss Natassia appreciate your efforts?"

"I think so, well I mean I hope so."

Stella wasn't sure why, but Mrs Beatrice seemed incredibly pleased by something.

"Splendid! You know what Stella, it looks like a beautiful day out there, why don't you finish up and take the afternoon off, take that reprobate Louis with you. Go for a swim or something, just please, try and not to do anything too silly."

By now Stella was thoroughly confused, "Er, thank you, Mrs Beatrice, we'll try and stay out of trouble."

As she left the office Stella could have sworn she heard the older woman humming quietly as she went back to work.

...

On the whole, it was shaping up to be a rather splendid day he thought. Stella had come to him in the kitchen and as always, her brilliant smile, bubbly cheerful nature and her curvy little figure made his heart race. She seemed absolutely delighted when he somewhat shyly presented her with the small pastries, he had made especially for her. She bit into one and had to catch the light flaky crumbs in her hands as she savoured the sweet filling, "Oh God they taste fantastic!"

Louis grinned at her obvious joy. Stella hooked a thumb back towards the door to Mrs Beatrice's office with a grin, "Hey you'll never guess, but Mrs Doubtfire has given us the afternoon off! I thought maybe we could go down to the beach or something?"

"Seriously?"

"Yeah!"

Louis gave the blonde a grin, "Tell you what why don't you go grab the towels and stuff and I'll knock us up a picnic to take with us?"

"Great idea, see you out front in what, twenty minutes?"

"If you make it thirty, I'll ask Rufus to mix us up a cooler of frozen mojitos or something, you fancy that?"

"Aw, you think of everything. I'll go get our stuff, you okay with me going into your room to get your things?"

Louis laughed and gave her his best exaggerated leer, "I've been trying to lure you in there for ages."

Stella laughed, "Yea, and don't I know it, you cheeky beggar," she gave him a smile, "you never know though, maybe one day."

"I live in hope."

Shortly the two found themselves relaxing on their towels down on the beach. The sky was a clear blue, the sun bright, the water almost crystal clear and a light breeze kept the heat from being oppressive. Louis gazed at the buxom blonde lying on the towel next to him and grinned, "

this is awesome."

Stella felt his gaze and glanced at him. He really was very cute and he had the most amazing smile. She giggled mischievously, "Hey Louis, if I do a bit of topless sunbathing do you promise not to go totally bananas?"

Louis laughed, "You don't mind if I at least look though surely? I mean you are pretty stunning after all."

Stella felt herself blush slightly at his words, "Stunning eh?"

Rolling onto his front he turned his head to face her, "You're beautiful."

"You just want to get into my knickers again you smoothie."

He grinned, "I won't deny it, but that doesn't make it any less true."

Stella gave him a wry look and shook her head as she slid off the top half of her swimsuit and she couldn't help but chuckle quietly when she heard Louis draw an audible breath as she freed her generous breasts. Giving them a little shake, she tilted her head towards him and smiled, "You like?"

"Oh dear god.." was all the poor man could manage and Stella almost giggled at the sizeable tent that had appeared in his bathing shorts. He really was kinda nice, maybe he deserved a little treat now and again.

"Louis," she whispered.

"Yea".

"If I try to get rid of

all

my tan lines, will you promise to behave?"

Louis laughed, "I'll do my absolute best to be a gentleman, I'll even try not to sneak more than a couple of pictures with my phone. But I'm definitely gonna be looking. Sorry, but I'm only human after all."

Stella rolled over so that her breasts squashed up against his chest and she gave him a warm, wet kiss on the mouth, "Well that's only fair, I guess. If you're a good boy I might let you take one photograph, just one, but if I see it online, or on anyone else's phone I gonna chop your balls off with a rusty spoon. Deal?"

Louis kissed her back and his arms circled her waist. "I'll behave," he grinned as he pulled her close, "more or less."

Pushing free of his arms Stella got to her feet and her fingers idly toyed with the ties at the sides of her bikini bottoms. Turning her back to him she slowly pulled them loose and with an alluring swing of her hips allowed the flimsy garment to slide down her legs.

Looking over her shoulder, with her gorgeous figure on display and her blonde hair hanging down her back she gave Louis a brilliant smile, "If you want that photograph big boy, now's the time. But you better remember what I said."

Louis was almost breathless. The blonde girl was stunning, her curvaceous figure was a perfect hourglass, her ass beautifully plump and rounded and his heart almost skipped a beat when he saw the lines the cane had seared across the cheeks of her posterior. His dick became almost painfully hard at the sight.

He whistled appreciatively as he fumbled with his phone, "Was that what Natassia did to you?"

Stella grinned at his reaction as she answered, "She sure did, had me roll down my knickers before bending over the desk and lifting my skirt. Then she gave me six swipes with the cane, one... after... another."

Louis swallowed and moved closer, running his fingers gently along the marks, "Did it hurt?"

Stella gasped and her bottom twitched alluringly at his touch, "Oooh yes, it stung, I was crying by the time she was done."

Louis moved closer and nuzzled her neck as he reached around her to gently tease a nipple.

The blonde girl felt herself growing warm and wet at his touch and gave a groan of pleasure as she murmured, "I'm going to get my own back on that cute little bitch though. You'd help me if I asked, wouldn't you?"

Louis let his hand drift lower, and Stella moaned as his fingers slid between her thighs and stroked the outer lips of her shaved pussy, "You going all vengeful on her?"

"What? No! She's actually really nice and I like her a lot, maybe a bit too much to be honest, but even so, a little light-hearted payback might be in order, I think. Just a bit of fun, nothing more. I wouldn't do anything to hurt Natassia, she's really sweet. But I wouldn't mind getting her over my knee and giving that delicious backside of hers a damned good spanking, I mean her ass is almost as cute as mine after all wouldn't you say?"

"Almost," agreed Louis wisely as he slowly stroked along her labia towards her clitoris. The woman gave a gasp, and he could feel her body trembling as he slipped a finger into her. She was warm and very wet, and she gave a soft, quiet, breathless moan as he teased her.

"I didn't know you had the hots for Natassia," he pondered appreciatively as both his imagination and his fingers worked overtime, "now that's a show I would happily sell a kidney to watch. But Stella, you know I'd do anything for you and I'm happy to help any way I can, but you better remember, cute little Natassia might be just as nice as you say, but she'll still turn your ass to hamburger if she catches you don't think that she won't."

He continued to kiss her neck while his fingers dabbled in her sex, making her squirm with pleasure. Moaning she could barely whisper, "I thought you promised to behave?"

Turning her towards him he kissed her on the mouth, his tongue slipping between her lips. She moaned again and at his gentle urging slid down onto her knees in front of him, "I thought you wanted help with your plans for Natassia?"

Stella looked up at him with a mischievous grin, "You think I'm going to blow you just to get you to help me?"

He laughed and gently stroked her face with his hand, "No, I think you'll blow me because you want to, I'll help you either way with no strings attached," he looked down at the beautiful blonde on her knees in front of him and almost growled, "though I gotta confess Stella I sometimes wish I was a bit more of a bastard, cos you are fucking awesome and you're right. Natassia would look almost as great over your knee as you would over mine."

The blonde gave him an alluring smile and licked her lips with the tip of her tongue. Her hands slid up to the waistband of his shorts and began to pull them down over his erection, "Well in that case..."

...

After they had finally dragged themselves from the shower Susan and Natassia found themselves slumped on top of the bed wearing nothing but bath towels, both looked flushed and Susan giggled, "This always happens. I'm gonna be late and Barabus will tan my ass, again."

"It was fun though."

Susan smiled dreamily as Natassia's hand drifted under her towel and began to make its way along her inner thigh. The blonde stretched luxuriously, and her legs began to slide apart until she caught herself, "Hey! Cut that out, you little minx!"

Natassia pouted beautifully as she slowly peeled Susan's towel apart, "Aww, you sure?"

Rolling so she was astride the brunette Susan pinned Natassia's hands above her head and bent down to kiss her passionately, "No, I'm not sure, not at all."

Natassia laughed, "Just tell him we were shagging and watch his face, it'll be priceless."

"You just want me to get my ass tanned again, don't you?"

"Well obviously, but I promise to kiss it better."

"Mmmm, almost worth it. But not today. He wants to take me to some ruined temple near the village to get some photographs for a new book he's working on, and I promised I'd go help. He's so keen I really don't want to disappoint him. But if you're a good girl now, I promise I'll be a very

bad

girl when I get back."

"Promise?"

"Oh yea. We can play the naughty schoolgirl game; you can be teacher."

Natassia giggled as she kissed her back, "You gonna dress up for me?"

Susan leaned down and whispered in her ear, "You can peel down my cute little schoolgirl knickers and have your way with me all night if you like. But only if you behave for now."

"Urgh... You drive a hard bargain, but I can wait, just. I'll be thinking about what I'm gonna do to you all afternoon though you horrid woman."

"You love it."

Susan rolled off the brunette and Natassia sat up, "Hey, is it going to be safe, heading out like that with just Barabus?"

"Should be okay, the ruin is only a couple of miles from the village and I'm never going anywhere near that fucking jungle ever again. Besides, I'm pretty sure Barabus keeps a shotgun in his car."

"Well, okay I guess, but be careful."

"Yes, mum."

...

Louis looked up at the naked blonde. Her eyes were closed, she was breathing heavily and the look of growing ecstasy on her face was a wonder to behold as she bounced enthusiastically up and down on his erect member. Her marvellous breasts swayed in time to her movements, and she was making enticing little moaning noises as his rigid cock slid in and out of her. Her muscles tightened as she rode him, and he groaned helplessly. His hands were roaming across her breasts, and he involuntarily squeezed her nipples as the sensations began to get the better of him. Stella moaned and cried as she increased the tempo of her movements, "Ohhh Gods yes!"