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Lisa-Marie Smith-Burton and the Masters of Island XXX

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Chapter 1

Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 1 - Tim Burtons ex-muse the actress Lisa-Marie Smith crashes on a mysterious island. On a promotional tour. These are her continuing adventures.

Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Mult   NonConsensual   Rape   Celebrity   Science Fiction   Horror   Zoophilia   Rough   Anal Sex   Bestiality   Violence  

Native Fisherman looked up from their work in awe and wonderment as the great silver bird fell from the sky falling towards the far east,

Fifteen minutes earlier.

Thats it Miss Smith, the last sight of land until we land at Hong Kong Airport

Please call her Lisa-Marie, very one else does Captain

OK, then Im Tom and that handsome devil in the co-pilot seat is Dave.

Morning sunlight streamed through the windows of the private jet, as it cut a white streak across the blue sky of Africa.

Look down there Lisa-Marie Dave the co-pilot urged Lisa-Marie to peer out of the jets left side cockpit window. Thats the last of Java, Far below them Lisa-Marie could barely make out what look like, a patchwork of tiny green gems sown into the shimmering blue silk of the ocean.

As she did, Dave was transfixed by the masses of slightly sweaty cleavage that she was showing off, her mammoth tits gently raising and failing as she breathed

Lisa-Marie brushed her shoulder length blonde hair back from her sculptured features, full of promise, her pouting lips tightened in a thin line of concern. The rest of her body was a wet dream, stunning figure, breasts that were perfectly shaped, large yet firm, nipples poking through the material of her white blouse, her perfect legs revealed strong, muscular, shapely lines, two long expanses that swept up to two firm high muscular buttocks rounded full hips, hidden beneath a pair of jeans. Her waist was tiny and ran up to a firm flat stomach of an athletic body passed her two mountains of succulent female flesh towards a rather wide set of shoulders.

Lisa-Marie Smith sighed in relief. The long flight was nearly half over. The hectic publicity schedule for Tim Burtons Planet of the Apes was an absolute killer, Lisa-Marie had been travelling for almost a month non-stop promoting the film.

HongKong was to be her last stop, before the films' producers PR. Agency cut her lose for a well-earned rest.

The island has the highest population density on the planet, yet even a few miles of shore you will find islands that not a soul has ever lived on or touched its soil with a foot. Jakara is one of the most modern sophisticated, cosmopolitan cities in the area, yet at the other end of the archipelago, you have New Guinea, where the stone age is still a very going concern and ancient tribal and animalism beliefs still have a strong grip, the south west coast of New Guinea has its on local name the land of lapping death one of your most notable families lost a son to it in the 1960s Michael Rockefeller disappeared not far from this location, its widely suspected that his shrunken head graces some headman lodge pole the Co-pilot rambled on.

The starlet yawned and rubbed her eyes, She had slept through the night, all the way from London. Which was unusual, she very nervous on aircraft. Lisa-Marie was surprised by the casual behaviour of the crew. They left the cockpit open during flight, and strolled around the specially hired Jet, kibitzing with the stewardesses. They had even invited her into the cockpit.

Lisa-Marie had never been invited to the cockpit before, not even when she had been an fashion model, but she had notice peoples attitude change over the last month, as the PR. machine behind the film gathered momentum, the film execs where hoping the extra exposure she was going to get in Asia, where western women with certain natural attributes held a appeal for the male of that region, would create, an extra cash cow for the film. And propel Lisa-Maries career into the light.

What is it Lisa-Marie asked the pilot, Hundreds of years ago it used to be an enormous peninsular but over the years the sea has erode it away, until it is now the largest archipelago of islands in this hemisphere, the islands range from isolated rocks to Islands forty to eighty miles across, much of it unexplored, with different species of flora and fauna trapped on the Islands and developing in their own right ever since the sea trapped them on their own little kingdoms, never having seen a human being.

Lucky them! Lisa-Marie quipped, I could have done with some of that peace over the last month.

Come on you cant mean...

Suddenly a huge bang failed the cabin. People began shouting and screaming. But within moments the cabin was filled with a thick black smoke the jet seemed to shudder, the nose of the plane turning down. Suddenly everything tilted at a crazy angel.

Holy shit Dave, grab the stick weve lost engine one and two, Ive got to try a manual restart, the third engine isnt going to keep this bird up long".

What the hell? Lisa-Marie, cried.

Miss return to your seat now, and strap yourself in

Now it felt as the plane was going straight down,, and then it was suddenly going up, as Lisa-Marie staggered out of the cockpit and struggled to set to the safety of her seat.

From the cockpit, Lisa-Marie heard buzzing, insistent alarms and a metallic voice that said, Stall! Stall! She glimpsed the blue-suited arms of the pilots moving swiftly over the controls; shouting instructions at each other. All over the aircraft, people were screaming, hysterical. There was the sound of shattering glass."

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