John fastened his pants and stood up in the hidden grove where he had hid himself. He advanced on the two girls by the edge of the lagoon. Both were naked, but it was the one moaning in pleasure that his eyes were on. He reached the two and grabbed the girl by the arm.
Both of them screamed as they became aware of him. He pushed the other one into the lagoon where she floundered and yelled for help.
John slung his girl over his shoulder and ran for his little shack in the depths of the woods. He was acutely aware of her breasts pressed against his back and the delicate, musky scent of her vagina. Viscous liquid trickled down her thigh and onto his arm just under her bouncing buttocks.
She was too frightened to struggle or make a sound, but cried weakly. The combination of her tears and her vaginal juices tickling his arm was very arousing to him. Before he reached his house, he was fully hard again.
John entered and locked his door. He deposited his burden onto the bed before he lit the single gas lamp in the corner. It flickered and gave off a dim light that played over the curves of the sobbing girl in his bed. He moved the lamp next to the bed, drew the curtains and everything else was plunged into dimness.
The girl lay weakly on his bed, legs uncaringly splayed apart to show John a glimpse of pink flesh between spread lips. Her nipples pointed slightly outwards from their perches on her sizable breasts. Even in such a position, she remained the graceful, delicate girl of before.
He stood awkwardly by the bed with his erection uncomfortably tenting his trousers. Her crying had begun to make him feel uncomfortable and he was relieved when her sobs slowly faded into a sniffle now and then. She laid there, limbs akimbo, and watched him with fright in her eyes.
John began to feel self-conscious as he thought on what she was looking at. He was 46, but he knew that from his years on the island, he was lean and hard. He had never much cared about his face while living alone, but suddenly he wished he hadn't let his beard grow so freely.
He suddenly produced a length of rope and tied her to the bed. John didn't think that the girl would run -- she seemed too meekly frightened for that -- but it was best to be certain. And truth be told, the sight of her with her wrists tied together above her head and her legs spread widely excited him. Her breasts lifted higher and her little pink slit remained moist and dripping despite her fright. He was too shy yet to touch any part of her body and turned away after contenting himself with a caressing look down her magnificent body.
John turned and began sharpening his old-fashioned barber's razor. The girl's breathing increased and she whimpered in fright as she watched him. When John soaped his face and began removing his prodigious facial growth, she stared in astonishment at him.
The image in his mind of her tied helpless to the bed kept his cock at attention against his pants while he shaved. He carefully scraped at his chin, returning again and again to areas he was afraid he had missed. John knew he was merely prolonging the moment when he would have to do something with this beautiful girl he had abducted. He didn't know why he'd done it. He had come to this island seeking solitude and quiet and now he had dragged a poor unwilling girl back here.
His thoughts began running over the play of her leg muscles as they trembled from the exertion of being spread so far and the angle of her neck as she had thrown it back and moaned. John put down his razor, dried his face carefully and approached the bed. She looked silently at him, eyes wide and frightened.
He remembered his fantasy back by the lagoon and carefully straddled her face. He freed his penis from his pants. It immediately sprung out and nudged her in the cheek. She winced back and turned her face. She spoke her first words to John:
