Castaway Island
Copyright© 2025 by Taoman
Chapter 6
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 6 - 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 sky turned the color of a fresh bruise just after noon.
Taylor had felt it coming all morning: the air thick as wet wool, the sea gone flat and oily, gulls screaming inland. When the barometer in his head finally dropped off the scale, he knew they had hours, maybe less.
“Storm’s coming,” he said. “Big one. We reinforce now, or we lose everything.”
Kimberly looked up from the fire, eyes narrowing at the horizon. A solid wall of black cloud was rolling in from the southwest, lightning flickering inside it like veins.
For once, she didn’t argue. “What do we do?”
“Everything that isn’t tied down gets buried or dragged into the jungle. Shelter gets doubled. We dig a runoff trench around it so we don’t drown in our sleep.”
He started barking orders, real ones this time, no room for debate.
“Brittany, Jennifer: strip every usable palm frond you can reach. Stack them by the lean-to. Kimberly, help me lash extra poles across the roof. Move!”
They moved.
They worked like demons. Taylor drove bamboo stakes deep into the sand, cross-braced the frame, and layered fresh fronds until the roof was two feet thick. The girls hauled armload after armload while thunder growled closer. He cut lengths of seatbelt webbing and lashed the entire structure to three palm trunks so the wind couldn’t lift it like a kite.
The first fat drops hit while they were still tying the last knots. Within minutes, it became a wall of water. Visibility dropped to twenty feet. The temperature plummeted ten degrees in a heartbeat.
He herded them inside. The lean-to groaned as the wind slammed into it. Rain hammered the palm roof like buckshot, but it held—for now.
They huddled together in the dark, four bodies in a space meant for two. Water trickled through half a dozen leaks, but the floor stayed mostly dry.
Lightning flashed. In that white instant, he saw their faces: Brittany, wide-eyed and trembling, Jennifer trying to look brave, Kimberly’s jaw clenched so tight he could hear her teeth grind.
The wind rose to a scream. Somewhere down the beach, a palm tree cracked like a gunshot and came down.
Brittany whimpered and pressed against Kimberly. Kimberly wrapped both arms around her sister and glared at Taylor over Brittany’s head, as if daring him to say this was somehow her fault.
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