Chapter 1

Megan awoke naked on a tropical beach. She had been sitting on a plane when there had been a flash, and she had awoken alone.

She slowly opened her eyes, squinting against the blinding sunlight that pierced through the canopy of palm trees above her. She looks around, bewildered and slightly panicked. Her naked body is covered in fine grains of sand, and the gentle breeze whispers through her hair.

She sits up, her ample breasts are bouncing slightly with the movement, and she looks around again, her blue eyes are wide with confusion. The last thing she remembered was the drone of the plane’s engine lulling her to sleep. “What the fuck?” she whispers to herself, with her hand coming to rest on her forehead as she tries to piece together the events that led her here. “I can’t believe this shit, first class one minute, then stranded on a fucking island the next.”

She spends the next couple of days exploring. She has found bananas and some kind of melons to eat, but she’s not seen any other people. She had tried to fashion a skirt with palm fronds but gave up. She lies stretched out on a flat rock by a fresh water stream coming off the mountain above her. ‘Maybe I died and am in heaven,’ she thinks.

As Megan lounges on the rock, the cool water of the stream is trickling over her bare skin, and she can’t help but feel a twinge of excitement amidst the fear and confusion. This could be a once-in-a-lifetime adventure, a chance to get away from the paparazzi and the stifling rules of her celebrity lifestyle.

Her thoughts drifted to the possibility of being stranded on a deserted island with no one to judge her, no one to demand her time, or attention. A smile tugs at the corners of her lips, and then she closes her eyes, letting the gentle sound of the flowing water serenade her, as she stretches lazily, seeing the sun-kissed skin of her legs shimmering in the dappled light, and her blonde hair cascading over her shoulders like a golden waterfall. The quiet is broken only by the distant crash of waves and the occasional birdcall. “Maybe,” she whispers to herself, “just maybe, I’ve been given a second chance,” and then she hears a scream. She jumped up and ran to the beach, where she found a naked Asian girl being chased by a large, white guy. When he grabbed her, he carried her over his shoulder.

‘Good Lord, he’s hung like a bull,’ she thinks. She watched as he laid her on some palm fronds and raped her. He used her in a hard way, with the girl screaming, which then became moans. They rolled back and forth on the fronds, and Megan could see the petite girl moving against him, so she decided to remain hidden.

Megan’s heart races as she watches the disturbing scene unfold from the concealment of the palm trees. She bites her lip, torn between the horror of what’s happening and a strange, unbidden attraction to the raw power the man exudes. His muscles flex and bulge with each thrust, while his movements are primal and commanding.

The Asian girl’s initial terror seems to give way to something else, something more ... willing. Megan’s thoughts swirl, a cocktail of shock, anger, and unwelcome arousal. She clenches her fists, feeling the sand biting into her skin as she fights the urge to intervene, but she knows nothing of this island or the man’s intentions. But she watches, holding her breath, until the pair collapses, spent. Then, she turns away, her mind is racing with questions and a newfound fear of what this island might hold.

Megan continued to secretly observe him during the coming days. He seemed quite competent at making a fire and catching fish. Megan watched as he built a shady hut by the stream. The man was very lusty and took the girl sexually often. She had struggled at first, so he had spanked her, so that now she went willingly to him, because he liked having her perform oral sex on his huge cock.

Days turn into a week, and Megan’s curiosity about the mysterious man, Mike, grows stronger. She can’t help it but be drawn to his competence, and the way he seems to have taken charge of their survival. She observes him from a safe distance, noticing the way he cares for the Asian girl, even though their relationship is far from traditional. She feels a pang of envy, mixed with a strange desire to be the one under his command. “Maybe I should introduce myself,” she murmurs, her voice is barely audible over the rustling leaves, “but how?”

She got a closer look at the girl as he sent her out to pick fruit and gather firewood. She is just a teenager! Megan observed that she is very pretty, with a perfect body and full, rounded breasts. Megan notices that she has accepted her submissive sexual role, going to him eagerly when he calls her.

Mike, the former Army Ranger, has indeed settled into a routine of dominance over the young Asian girl. His days are spent hunting and gathering food, building a shelter, and ensuring their survival. The nights are spent in a passionate, yet aggressive, display of power dynamics. The girl, whose name is revealed to be Mei, has gone from fearful to accepting, even craving Mike’s rough embrace. Her youthful body responds to his every command, as her eyes are glazed with a mix of fear and pleasure.

Megan’s curiosity piqued, she decides it’s time to reveal herself to the couple. She carefully approaches the hut, feeling her heart hammering in her chest. She can hear Mei’s whimpers and gasps of pleasure as Mike’s deep grunts fill the night air. Megan clears her throat loudly, and her nakedness is bathed in the moon’s soft glow. “Excuse me,” she calls out, her voice a mix of bravado and tremor, which causes the sounds of their lovemaking to cease abruptly.

Mike, his body slick with sweat from the exertion of their recent coupling, stands up from the makeshift bed of palm fronds, his cock is still semi-hard. He looks over at Megan with a mix of surprise and irritation, his eyes narrow as he assesses the new arrival, “Who the hell are you?” he barks, his voice sounds deep and authoritative. Mei, who is still lying down, covers herself with her hands as her eyes grow wide with fear. “I’ve been watching you,” Megan says, trying to sound calm despite her racing heart. “I could use some ... help.” She licks her lips as her eyes flicker over Mike’s muscular form, as the firelight casts shadows across his chiseled abs.

He strides over to Megan, his towering frame casting a shadow over her, as he grabs her chin roughly and tilts her head back to meet his gaze. “What makes you think I need, or want, your help?” His grip tightens, there’s a challenge in his eyes, which causes Megan’s pulse to quicken, and her breath to come in shallow gasps. She tries to pull away, but his hand is like a vice. “I just thought, since we’re all stranded here together, we should work together,” she says, her voice a mix of defiance and submission.

Mike thinks she looks familiar as he says, “I’ve seen you in movies, always bouncing those big tits around, but never showing them. These are meant to be seen and squeezed,” he then reached up and filled his hand with her breast.

Megan gasps as Mike’s hand wraps around her breast. his touch is surprisingly firm, yet gentle. She feels a rush of heat to her cheeks and a thrill between her legs, as her body responds instinctively, and her nipples are hardening against his palm.

Despite the situation, she can’t deny the allure of his raw masculinity. She tries to maintain her composure, looking up at him with a mix of anger and curiosity, “What do you think you’re doing?” she demands, her voice wavering slightly.

“We’re all we’ve got, Sweetheart,” Mike says with a smirk. “And from what I’ve seen, you could use a man like me to teach you a few things.” Then he squeezed her breast harder, with his thumb brushing over her nipple.

Megan’s eyes widen, and she feels a bead of sweat trickle down her spine. “You don’t get to just ... touch me,” she says, her voice betraying her from the desire building within her.

Mike replied with a chuckle, “You want to eat, and then you fuck, Girl. Ask little Mei over there, because she’s started to like it.”

Megan’s eyes dart to Mei, who is still lying on the palm fronds, her body flushed from their recent encounter, and she feels her own body respond against her will, as she feels a rush of wetness between her legs. She swallows hard, trying to ignore the way her breath is coming in ragged gasps, “Is that what you call survival?” she asks, her voice filled with a mix of anger and challenge. Then, she steps closer to Mike, with her breasts swaying slightly with each step, “I don’t need anyone to ‘teach’ me how to survive,” she says, as her hand comes up to slap away his grasping hand. The smack echoes through the night air, and for a moment, it seems as if the whole island has gone still. “But maybe,” she adds, as her voice is dropping to a sultry purr, “there are other ways we can help each other.”

Mike’s smirk widens as he releases Megan’s chin and takes a step back, folding his arms over his broad chest, as he watches her with a predatory gaze, his eyes continuing to sweep over her body. “So, you think you can handle me, do you?” he asks, his voice low and filled with amusement. “You’re nothing but a pampered little rich girl who’s playing at survival. But if you’re willing to learn,” he says, as his eyes are darkening with desire, “then maybe I’ll be willing to teach you.” He then takes a step closer, he feels his cock twitching, as he watches the play of emotions across Megan’s face. “But you’ll have to earn it, just like Mei here,” he says, gesturing to the girl who is now watching them with wide, curious eyes. “You’ll have to prove you can be more than just a pretty face.”

Megan’s cheeks burn with a mix of embarrassment and anger at Mike’s words, but she refuses to back down. Instead, she straightens her posture, and with her breasts jutting out defiantly, “I’ll have you know, I’m more than capable of taking care of myself,” she snaps, with her eyes flashing. But there’s something in his tone that makes her stomach flutter, a dark thrill that she can’t quite ignore, which causes her to step closer to him, her eyes locked on his, and she reaches out to trace the length of his cock with her fingertips. “I’m willing to do whatever it takes,” she murmurs, her voice dropping to match his. She feels a surge of power as his eyes follow her hand, and his breath hitches in his throat, “but I expect the same respect you give to Mei,” she adds, her gaze flickering to the girl who is now watching them with rapt attention.

Mike says to her with a wicked grin on his face, “She had to learn I’m the Master here. She didn’t like to swallow when I came into her mouth, so she got a spanking, didn’t you, Mei?”

Mei nods her head, as her cheeks begin to flush. She whispers something in her language, but the message is clear: she has learned to accept his dominance.

Mike then asked her, “You like fuck-fuck suck-suck Master now, Mei?”

Mei nods again, with a faint smile playing on her lips. Her eyes flick to Megan, filled with something that looks almost like pity, as she answers him, “Yes, Master.”

Megan’s eyes narrow at Mei’s response, a flare of jealousy and determination is burning within her, as she turns to Mike, with her hand still lingering near his cock, “I can do that, and more,” she says, her voice drips with challenge. “But as equals, not as ... your pet.”

Mike is laughing as he says, “We’ll see, little rich girl, because that cute ass could get spanked very easily. Now, get down and suck my cock, and look at me with those big, blue eyes, as you do.”

Megan feels her heart racing as she drops to her knees, and her eyes never leave Mike’s. She wraps her hand around his shaft, feeling it as it thickens beneath her grip, and with a defiant tilt of her chin, she leans forward, and her full, pink lips part to take him in her mouth. She looks up at him, her eyes are smoldering with a mix of anger and need, “I’m not your pet,” she murmurs around his cock, her voice is muffled.

She can taste Mei’s sex on his shaft, which causes her eyes to flicker up at Mike, as she tastes something unfamiliar and musky on his cock. She’s shocked at first, but her curiosity gets the better of her, as she swirls her tongue around the tip, tasting Mei’s sweetness, mixed with Mike’s saltiness. She looks up at him with a glint in her eyes, a silent challenge to push her further, “You want me to suck you like your little pet?” she asks, her voice is dripping with sarcasm. She takes him deeper into her mouth, causing her cheeks to hollow, as she sucks with purpose, and her hand continues pumping him steadily.