Paradise Island, Chapter 2

by Pulsar

It must have been mid-morning when Laylah, the tribe’s English-speaking interpreter arrived at the door of bamboo bars. She stood for a few moments staring in before speaking a few native words to Kokie. With that, she rose from the blanket and gathered the food items. But Laylah then eyed Courtney. “Kokie go now… help forage,” she said. “Laylah come back… more fruit and drink.”

And so Kokie gave Courtney one last smile along with a soft kiss on the cheek before she quit the cell to follow Laylah down the corridor. With that, Courtney lay back down on the blanket. A warm glow from Kokie’s touch remained, yet a desolate feeling overcame her. Tears flowed down her cheeks at the haunting memory of her brother Thad’s death. She trembled over her mother’s death in the plane crash and mourned over her father who was supposedly dying in a military hospital in Guam. She wept in thought that she would never see him again either. And she could only hope that Sarah had somehow survived the attack from the enemy Mu-tau tribe. Fate had been cruel to strip her of her family. Yet the native women who took her in seemed to be caring for her.

Therefore, to soothe her traumas she began to tease her own little cunny with the dildo on her necklace. She contemplated Kokie’s touch and all the orgasms she had. How ironic it seemed that yesterday morning, she boarded the plane in Hawaii as a naïve little girl, and less than twenty-four hours later, she sat on an island as an over-sexed captive.

Perhaps ten or twenty minutes later, Laylah returned to the cell as promised with another tray of fruit. Behind her followed not Kokie, but another pre-teen girl approximately her age. “Me beg Queen to let go you to my hut,” she said. “But queen say wait more!” With that, she opened the door that they may deliver their goods. “Tonight, me beg again.” And so the party of two entered the cell to present the day’s provisions. Then, she placed her hand on the new girl’s shoulders. “This is Nahali! She stay and play with you!” And once again, the ‘playmate’ removed her tunic to present herself completely naked and handed it to Laylah. Thus the new arrival was left behind in the cell as Laylah secured the door and vanished into the darkness of the tunnel.

Courtney remained motionless on the blanket, feeling somewhat shy of the new arrival. Nahali had prominent Asiatic features of copper-yellow skin, high cheekbones, narrow eyes, and dark shiny hair. Her mannerisms were not as forward as Kokie’s, for she simply squatted down on the ground a few feet away and avoided eye contact.

“Do they make you do this?” asked Courtney. “If you don’t want to, then I won’t try.” And so Courtney curled up in a fetal position on the blanket and simply studied her new companion’s smooth features. But as the time passed, Nahali slowly spread her bent knees apart, revealing her hairless jewel within. Courtney could not take her eyes away as she stared at her new playmate’s childish yet beautiful body. And thus she took a deep breath and slowly opened her own legs to offer Nahali the same view.

The bashful island nymph stared back with unblinking eyes and stone silence. But in reciprocation, she opened her knees still farther as she squatted on the floor. And so Courtney continued to stare, now noticing how her companion’s little pink nether lips began to swell and release a drop of cunny dew. And seeing this, Courtney’s breathing grew heavier as she realized her playmate’s body was warming up in anticipation.

But only moments later, Nahali suddenly sprang to life. She threw herself at her, wrapping her arms about her and squeezing tight like a zealous octopus. Then, she threw a leg over, now holding her in both arms and both legs. Now, they faced each other nose to nose. Soon, Nahali began to rapidly caress her face with her soft lips, until they met her own. Nahali forced a long kiss from Courtney, soon to be followed by the inevitable probing of the tongue.

Once their lips finally broke free of each other, Nahali leaned into Courtney’s ear. “Kabomba,” she whispered. And so Courtney felt that rush of desire throughout her body again upon realizing that her partner craved an orgasm. Moments later, Nahali gently forced her to lie down on the blanket. No sooner was she on her back that her anxious islander companion began to kiss her naked body all over.

“Ooooh! Oooooh!” sighed Courtney as her body trembled again with anticipation. She breathed heavily and moaned as her naked flesh was caressed by Nahila’s soft lips. But then her partner shifted positions, slowly lying on top of her, until juxtaposed in a ‘69’ position. Once that sweet moist little pink slit was above her face, Courtney began to give her a sensuous lick.

“Aaaay! Eeeee!” screeched Nahali as her body jolted in reply. Therefore she continued to tease her playmate’s little slit, sliding her tongue as far as she could. And like Kokie, Nahali had no hymen. And thus Courtney worked her with both tongue and fingers, desiring to please her cute little partner the best she could. And after many moments of the mutual intimate massage, Nahali cried out and kicked her legs. Soon, she burst into an atomic orgasm as her body jolted. “Ooooh, kabomba! Kaaabooomba!” she cried as her little pussy forced its juices out in squirts with her vaginal contractions. She ground her hips hard against Courtney’s face, nearly smothering her. But Courtney wanted her to be pleased with her company.

Once Nahali had settled down from her orgasm, she worked Courtney’s little cunny with furry until Courtney too cried out and exploded in ecstasy. And although their company started out slowly, they both felt content to be in each others arms.

But as they slowly fell into a deep sleep after such intense love-making, a meeting had begun elsewhere on the island unbeknownst to them. Within the Temple of the Moon-Goddess, Laylah approached to make her supplication to her queen. In a show of humility, she stripped off her clothes and knelt down before Queen Lukona. “Oh queen, hear my words,” she said. “The child of the khi-hali who fell from the sky, the realm of the Moon Goddess, let us contain her no longer! She is a gift and a blessing to us and therefore should be granted tribal membership. Pray, give her to my care, oh queen!” And with that, she leaned forward and kissed Lukona on her knees, before slowly working down her shins to kiss and massage her feet.

“Rise, my Laylah!” replied Lukona with an approving smile. “Your words are heavy. I shall keep them!”

“Yes, oh queen!” cried Makelie, governess of the warriors. All eyes turned to feast on the buxom warrior as she approached to make her own petition. “Laylah’s words are truthful as always! But please hear me! Are we not cursed as well? Remember when we prayed for victory over the aggressive Mu-tau when they came again to plunder our village and invade our bodies? The Moon-Goddess heard us… and granted our prayer. Since then, none of the Mu-tau has taken a bite of our food, or invaded our bodies. But when we made that prayer, did we not make a sacrifice… a young one built like the Mu-tau which had been born to us? But we have also buried many dead since then, yet not one of us has brought forth one child to replace them! Our numbers shrink. If this curse is not lifted, soon we shall be no more! Our power to bring forth new life has been revoked! That prayer has gone unanswered. We offered no sacrifice with that prayer!”

With that, Queen Lukona sighed. “And what of Courtney?”

“When the child of the khi-hali fell from the sky, the Mu-tau attacked. Two of the three children perished, one being built as the Mu-tah, the one she calls ‘Thad.’ The Mu-tah have not gone away! Is it not clear that the Moon-Goddess requires another sacrifice? And is it not a sign that the new child arrived with the Mu-tah invasion?”

“Forbid it, my queen!” begged Laylah. “Is there not a suitable sacrifice, other than our own?”

With that, Queen Lukona sighed. “Perhaps, my dear Laylah. But the one called Courtney is not of our kind. You said it yourself… she fell from the sky. She was not birthed from our wombs.”

“And she was sent as a khi-hali,” added Makelie. “What could be more appeasing to the Moon-Goddess than to receive unto herself one of the khi-hali!”

“My queen, to sacrifice her would be blasphemy!” cried Laylah.

“Why rebuke me, Laylah!” protested Makelie. “Am I not faithful and reverent…”

“Peace!” cried the queen to silence the quarrel. “Peace, all of you! Shall we quarrel like the Mu-tah? Are we not better than they?” With that, Queen Lukona crossed her luscious bare legs as she eyed both contenders. “I have heard your words. Both have spoke truthful. But I cannot speak in judgement until the oracle speaks to me on this matter. Until then, let only words of grace pass through your lips!”

And so both parties bowed humbly in submission to the queen’s request. But Laylah turned about with tears in her eyes to flee the temple.

Elsewhere in the cell of the catacombs, Courtney finally awoke after a peaceful rest in recovery of yet another explosive orgasm. She felt the warmth of Nahali against her body as her partner lay on her side with one knee bent and resting on her tummy. And so she gently stroked that silky bare leg with her fingertips. Finally, the pleasing sensation woke Nahali as she opened her eyes. For several moments they stared face to face. But a feeling of hunger drove them to sit and partake of some fruit and juice.

But after having their fill, Nahali instantly initiated another session of ‘love-play’ by leaning forward and kissing Courtney on her areolas. “You too, huh,” smirked Courtney. “Well, when you don’t have dolls or bicycles, I guess this is what girls do to play!” And so she snuggled up to her partner as the mood of desire returned. Soon, their naked bodies became entwined in love-making once more.

When afternoon arrived, Laylah appeared at the door. She made her presence known not long after they had completed yet another round of earth-shattering orgasms. She solemnly gave a command and Nahali stood up from the rocky floor and gathered the fruit peelings. But when Laylah entered the cell, she took interest in Courtney. “Come! Laylah bathe Courtney!” she said. “Courtney have sun time today. But queen no grant freedom yet. Me still beg.” However, she presented a harness that fit snugly about her upper body and neck with a long braided leather cord by which to tether it’s wearer.

And thus moments later, Laylah led her outside beneath the warm tropical sunlight of the island. She led Courtney among the village huts, where she saw girls working on weaving, pottery, canoe-building and other native island crafts. Soon they wandered down a sandy trail through the jungle away from the village. The warm sand gently massaged Courtney’s bare feet as she followed her mistress through the tropical foliage. At one point, they crossed a rumble bridge of lashed logs that bobbed and swayed as they walked across above a gurgling brook. Perhaps ten minutes of walking had passed before the endless roar of a waterfall resounded through the native tropical flora. Soon, they emerged from the forest of towering palm trees into a rocky clearing where a waterfall cascaded into a pristine pool of fresh water. The small lake was full of naked girls of all ages swimming and splashing about. At the water’s edge, she saw pairs of every kind. Woman pleasing woman, girl pleasing girl, woman pleasing girl, and girl pleasing woman. She spied what looked like two coltish six-year-olds, naked and engaged in a passionate kiss, each one using a free hand to rub the other’s yearning crotch.

“We love!” declared Laylah as she led her to the edge of the rocky-bottom pool of crystal-clear water. “We work when we must, we eat when hungry. When not doing this… we love!”

Courtney sighed deeply, already quite aware of that fact. And so Laylah led her into the warm shallow water heated by the tropical sun and sat her down in her lap. The water came up to her nipples that had yet to grow into breasts as she sat on Laylah’s criss-crossed legs. And so Laylah washed her hair in sweet coconut oil and scrubbed her with home-made soap of the native crafts. She grew quite relaxed, remembering the days when her mother used to bathe her as a toddler. She closed her eyes and moaned as Laylah gently rubbed her throbbing little cunny with soft soap, getting her nice and clean. “Ooooh,” she moaned, which only seemed to encourage Laylah to rub her all the more. Her breathing grew deeper and heavier as she squirmed in rhythm while gently squeezing Laylah’s smooth thighs. “Kabomba!” she added, knowing what would happen if Laylah continued in this manner.

“Yes… kabomba!” said Laylah. “The girls teach you well!” And so Laylah continued to wash her charge’s little vagina right out in the open until Courtney cried out and squeezed Laylah’s kneecaps with her hands as she realized another burst of pleasure was at hand. “Yes… yes,” encouraged Laylah as she fingered her charge as deep as she dare without tearing the sacred hymen. “Kabomba! Do it! Do it!”

And thus Courtney let herself go as her throbbing cunny finally exploded into orgasm while being washed. It was a beautiful feeling. Laylah leaned her head down and kissed her on the cheek as Courtney’s orgasm pulsated throughout her body. Laylah sank her finger deep to treasure the feel of the tiny vaginal contractions.

“Ooooh! Aaaah!” moaned Courtney with mouth open and eyes shut as she attempted to make herself cum as long as possible. But soon she fell calm as she leaned back against Laylah’s breasts.

“Oh, how I wish you came out my body instead of the sky,” said Laylah in her island dialect not understood by Courtney. “They tell me it hurts, but I’d hurt a thousand times if I could birth one like you!” With that, she kissed her charge again. And after rinsing her hair of the coconut oil, she gently ran her comb all through those sandy brown locks. “Soooo pretty,” she mumbled as she fixed up Courtney’s hair. “The queen must hear my words!”

Once Courtney had been properly groomed, she turned to face the shapely breasts of her caretaker. After some hesitation, she allowed herself to gently suckle on that hard nipple. Now, Laylah moaned as Courtney’s mouth caressed her firm breast. Then, a stray hand wandered down to that waiting hot cunny that had been waxed free of all pubic hair. First, one finger… then three… then her fist entered that honey-drenched opening. “Ooooh!” moaned Laylah! “Ooooh yesss! Yesss!” And there they made love beneath the warm tropical afternoon sun at the edge of the pool. Finally, Laylah cried out in ecstasy as her pink twat squeezed Courtney’s hand in orgasmic pulses.

Finally, after both had bathed, they left the clearing and returned to the village via the jungle trail. However, before returning her to the catacomb, she led her to an open area outside a large hut within the village. Perhaps twenty girls stood around the small arena like area demarcated by bamboo railing. In the middle were several wooden ‘horses’ and posts. As they approached they could hear a faint ‘whoosh-CRACK!’ followed by a shrill cry of pain.

Courtney gasped. “What’s that?”

“This is ritual of kalu-kabomba, ‘pain and pleasure.’ Is how we teach.” With that, they approached the railing as several spectators stepped aside to give them room. There, Courtney saw a young girl perhaps twelve years old lying naked on one of the horses, straddling it with her legs.

Her hands were bound with leather thongs and secured to a post in front of her. And Courtney instantly noted the bright crimson splotches on the poor girl’s buttocks. But in that split second, a grown woman in bikini garb raised a rod with several leather strips dangling from one end, no larger than shoestrings. She brought it down on that red-hot bare bottom with a ‘whoosh-CRACK!’

“Aaaaaayeeee!” cried the hapless girl as her body writhed against the horse. But the disciplinarian began to speak softly, almost as if coaxing her.

Courtney gasped in both fear and elation. “What’d she do wrong? Why’s she getting a whippin’?”

“She do no wrong!” assured Laylah as they both watched. And at that moment, the ‘teacher’ lowered her mini-flog and gently rubbed her hand over the sobbing victim’s red bottom. She spoke a few native words repetitively while she soothed the hot sting. Then, they saw her raise the mini-flog and gently caress the girl’s bare skin with the tips of the leather strings. The girl continued to cry, yet her hips gently swayed from side to side while her pelvis humped against the horse. As she squirmed in place, Courtney finally took note of the necklace dangling between the recipient’s spread legs. The wooden dildo lie buried within her crotch in the manner of a vaginal pacifier.

But soon, the gentle tickling from the mini-flog ended and once again the teacher raised it. With a flip of the wrist, it struck across both buttocks with a ‘whoosh-CRACK! whoosh-CRACK!’ causing the victim to squeal once again. “Kaloma! Kaloma!” insisted the teacher as she gently teased the girl’s crack with the flog.

“What’s she saying?” asked Courtney.

“The teacher say ‘Relax! Relax!’ She teach how make pleasure when hurt!” But soon the mild whipping on the bottom continued. Courtney stood stone still and watched for several more swats, until Laylah coaxed her with a gentle tug on her hand. “Come! We go now,” she said. And so they walked away.

Yet as they departed, Courtney continued to look back with curiosity. She felt pity and fear for the victim, yet at the same time, her little cunny had grown tingly and wet again upon witnessing the ritual. She found she had feelings of envy and excitement as well. “How long does she take the whipping?” Courtney dared to ask.

“When she do kabomba, teacher will stop,” replied Laylah.

Upon hearing this, Courtney flushed even more with excitement upon realizing that girls are expected to orgasm even when punished. However, by evening time, Laylah led her back to the catacombs in the ground and secured her in the dug-out alcove behind the barred door. “Tonight Laylah beg queen again,” she assured. “I go bring more food.”

And with that, Courtney sat down on the blanket to relax, now feeling clean and refreshed from her bath at the cascade pool. Yet her hand strayed down to her tingling crotch as the vision of the kalu-kabomba ritual replayed incessantly in her mind. She gently rubbed herself with eyes closed for a few moments, pondering the meaning of these primitive people. Yet ten minutes later, she heard voices in the tunnel beyond her cell and thus she sat up. And as promised, Laylah arrived again with another supply of nourishment. And again, a child accompanied her at her side.

This time, the young girl was smaller than her, perhaps only six years old. Unlike the others before her, she wore nothing but a skinny loincloth, leaving her topside uncovered, for she had yet to sprout any maturity. When Laylah entered, the girl hid behind her, quite bashful toward Courtney’s unfamiliar ethnicity. She leaned her head around once for a quick view, but as soon as their eyes met, she bolted back behind Laylah. All Courtney could see was her two little hands holding onto Laylah’s shapely hips. But only a few seconds later, she peeked around her mentor’s body again, as if she were playing ‘peek-a-boo.’ Finally, after replenishing the day’s provisions, the mentor coaxed the girl from hiding and brought her out in front of her to face Courtney. “This is Kiki!” she said. “She play with you!” And so she bent down mumbled a few native syllables which signaled Kiki to shed and surrender her scant clothing. And thus Laylah gave her a few pats on the head before leaving them behind.

Courtney was not sure how to receive this one. Kiki was definitely younger than her and could only smile bashfully. She nervously stood naked and twitched as if unsure how to engage this stranger. “Hi!” Courtney finally said. “I’m Courtney!” With that, she offered her a guava fruit. Kiki reached out to accept it and took a bite. As she chewed, she reached into the fruit basket and produced a shiny gold ring that had been hidden within. Courtney’s eyes bulged upon seeing the object of pure gold studded with many precious stones, perhaps one of them a diamond. “Oh my!” she cried. “Where’d you get that? It’s very pretty! It’d be worth a lot of money back home!”

But Kiki finished her fruit and held up the shiny golden ring. She extended it out as if to present it as a gift. “Oh… I couldn’t,” said Courtney. “Don’t you know what it is?” But Kiki only shook it as if to beckon her to accept it as a gift from the tribe. “Well… if you’re sure you want me to have it,” said Courtney as her eyes beamed. And so she timidly reached out to take the shiny ring.

Suddenly, Kiki jerked it away and hid it behind her back, all the while grinning from ear to ear. “Why you little brat!” scolded Courtney, although she knew her words were gibberish to the islanders. “That wasn’t very nice at all!” But sensing her ire, Kiki sat down on the ground and held up the ring again. She pointed to it, and then to Courtney as if to assure her she could have it. Nevertheless, she slowly opened her little legs to expose her moist pink flower. With her other hand, she reached down to part her puffy nether lips. To Courtney’s surprise, Kiki buried the ring down into her own little hymen-free vagina. That little love hole practically swallowed it up with one small contraction. With a sly grin, she pointed down to her pink slit, and then to Courtney. She stuck out her tongue with a wiggling motion.

Courtney gasped. Then it hit her! If she wanted the ring she could have it… if she were to fetch it out with her tongue. “So, that’s the game,” she concluded. “You’d like that? Would that make you feel good?” But Kiki only smiled bashfully. “Kabomba?” queried Courtney.

“Kabomba! Kabomba!” Kiki replied eagerly as she scooted herself onto the blanket, lay down on her back and spread her legs wide open.

And so Courtney rolled over on all fours and placed her shoulders between Kiki’s bent knees. But before giving her what she wanted, she slowly kissed all over that young silky-smooth body. Kiki closed her eyes as her mouth fell wide open at the caress of Courtney’s lips. Then, she ran her fingertips up and down those little smooth legs before gently kissing the wet little cunny between them. Kiki trembled and cried out in a series of squeals as her tongue began its sensuous search for the buried treasure!

Elsewhere, the tropical sun began to set over western horizon of the Pacific. Laylah walked across the sand of the beach as the evening breeze cooled her body from the unending hot days of the tropics. She paused to admire the sky as it slowly turned crimson, never growing weary of the beautiful sunset since birth. In the distance, she spied Queen Lukona sitting alone on the beach at the water’s edge. She knew she would find her here in the evening when the equatorial sun’s rays were less cruel to the skin. Her queen sat facing the endless sea with her legs spread in order that the surf might caress her crotch as the waves incessantly rolled in and out. And before approaching her, Laylah shed her skimpy native clothing in humility. “I know why you’re here!” cried the queen over the noise of the crashing waves, never turning her head from the vast horizon. Feeling ‘busted,’ Laylah approached and sat down beside Lukona. She too spread her legs out to allow the incoming waves to lap at her crotch and inner thighs. “My words remain,” continued Queen Lukona. “Until the oracle speaks, neither shall I!”

“I hear your words, my queen,” assured Laylah as she splashed some seawater on herself. “Still, it troubles me like nothing ever before. I’d rather face the Mu-tau than hear a decree that she must be sacrificed.”

With that, Lukona took in a deep breath of tropical sea air. Then, she finally faced her supplicant eye to eye. Slowly, she raised a hand and gently began to massage Laylah’s shapely breast. “You’re but a child, my Laylah,” she declared. “You’re a child who has grown these!” she said as she fondled those delectable breasts and nipples. “It’s a pity you grew up. You were always my favorite, dear Laylah. When you were a child and I was your mentor, I loved you most. But I must serve the interests of all the tribe! You know this, don’t you?”

“I do, my queen,” assured Laylah. “You are wise. But who among the wise can imagine that a Moon-Goddess would demand such a thing as for us to sacrifice the likes of Courtney!”

At this, Queen Lukona suddenly put her hands on her shoulders and forced her to lie down in the wet sand of the surf zone. She threw a muscular leg over and climbed on top, now face to face, and slit-to-slit with her subordinate. “Have you learned nothing from the kalu-kabomba? Remember, that no matter how bad the sting was upon your naked bottom, you still could find a way to a rather pleasurable orgasm! That is the lesson. Sometimes, the pain of kalu-kabomba does not strike the body… but the heart!”

“Oh, this it too much,” cried Laylah. “If only I could…”

But Lukona pressed her lips down against Laylah’s to silence her. “Release it from your mind, Laylah,” she said as the ocean waves washed over their naked bodies. “In two days, I shall climb the hill and pass through the Ring of Fire to hear the will of the Moon-Goddess. Two days and I shall declare what must be done with Courtney. For now, you have other things to pass your time with.” And so, she wrapped her arms about her vassal and kissed her passionately. She humped slow and hard in mutual caressing of their swollen buds as they made love on the beach under the sunset. But all Laylah could think of was the answer that would come in two days.

Thanks for reading. I hope you're enjoying this saga so far. More to come, obviously.