Castaway Island
Copyright© 2025 by Taoman
Chapter 4
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 4 - Three women and a man are castaways on a Pacific Island after their plane crashes. This is a redo of my work, Master's Island, which I posted 25 years ago. The younger girls are both 19 now, and I have changed the pirates to a no ethnic specific description. The story has also been expanded and rethought.
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/ft Coercion Reluctant Slavery Heterosexual Fiction DomSub MaleDom Humiliation Harem First Oral Sex Big Breasts
The fourth morning dawned gray and sticky. A low ceiling of cloud trapped the heat against the sand. Taylor was up before the others, coaxing last night’s embers into flame and boiling stream water in the battered catering tray.
Kimberly emerged from the lean-to first, hair twisted into a knot, face set in the same wary mask she’d worn since the crash. She glanced at the younger two still curled under the blanket, then at him.
“They’re exhausted,” she said, voice low. “You worked them like mules yesterday.”
“They’re alive,” Taylor answered, not looking up from the fire. “Alive takes work.”
She pressed her lips together, then moved to check the water level in the jugs. Taylor watched her out of the corner of his eye. Every motion was deliberate, controlled—like she was still posing for a camera that no longer existed.
Brittany and Jennifer finally stirred. Brittany sat up slowly, hugging her knees, eyes puffy from sleep. Jennifer stretched, yawned, and gave Taylor a quick, unreadable glance before turning away to pull on yesterday’s shorts.
He handed out the last of the airline peanuts and two slightly dented cans of Perrier they’d salvaged. Breakfast of champions.
“Today,” he said, “we’re building a proper signal on the beach. Big letters—HELP—spelled in rocks and driftwood. If anything flies over, they’ll see it from ten miles up.”
Kimberly nodded immediate agreement. “Good. The sooner someone spots us, the sooner we’re out of here.”
Taylor let that pass.
They worked all morning. He marked the letters fifty feet long. The girls hauled rocks while he dragged heavier logs. The sun climbed and the clouds burned off, turning the sand into a skillet. Sweat soaked them within an hour.
Around noon, Brittany staggered, dropped a rock on her foot, and let out a sharp cry. Kimberly was at her side in an instant, pushing damp hair from her sister’s face.
“That’s enough,” Kimberly snapped at him. “She’s done.”
“She can sit in the shade and drink water,” Taylor said evenly. “We’re not finished.”
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