Paradise Island, Chapter 3

by Pulsar

This story picks up right where the last one ended. Please read the first to installments to this makes sense.

In the evening twilight, Courtney awoke to find herself entwined with little Kiki’s naked body. Their arms and legs were wrapped about like two squid making love. But overcome with cramps, she slowly freed herself and stretched out on the blanket. She looked around the dark alcove of the catacomb, lit only by the flickering torch beyond the barred door. She looked down at her finger that wore the shiny precious ring that she had obtained by removing it from her playmate’s little hairless pussy with her tongue. Naturally, she wondered just how this Oceanic tribe had come to possess such jewelry as this. Nonetheless, she gently stroked Kiki’s silky-soft naked flesh as she continued to sleep contently after their long love-making session of many orgasms.

But finally hunger took hold and so she reached out to seize upon a papaya half sitting in a wicker basket. She sliced a chunk with a wooden utensil and then another. But soon her ‘playmate’ Kiki sat up as well and smiled upon her European partner as she cut up the fruit.

“Oh, hi!” said Courtney with a start. “Hungry? Eat?” she asked as she cut Kiki a slice of papaya. Yet when she handed her the slice, Kiki only smiled again. “Well, aren’t you gonna eat?” asked Courtney.

But in reply, the little native girl only gently forced her to lay down again on the blanket. She gently parted her legs and then took the slice of fruit from her. Then, with her little fingers she slowly parted Courtney’s little nether lips. Courtney moaned and closed her eyes when she felt those little fingers slowly insert the papaya chuck into her little tight love hole.

But that was nothing to the sensation of that little tongue diving deep inside to fish it out. “Ooooh! Oooooh! Oh, Kiki, that feels good,” moaned Courtney with heavy breaths as that little tongue worked its magic. Courtney lost all track of time as that tongue massaged her vaginal walls and those lips rubbed against her swollen desperate clitty. Finally, she could take no more and thus exploded into another sensuous orgasm that caused her body to shake violently.

And as for Kiki, she finally retrieved the papaya slice by way of the orgasmic contractions that had forced it back out. And thus she ate her slice with a smile. She giggled as Courtney rolled onto her side to recover from her orgasm. “Oh, Kiki, you’re a fun little brat!” she mumbled.

But the time had passed by and they fell asleep again after another hour of ceaseless love-making. And as before, when they would awake in the middle of the night, Kiki would instigate another round of flesh-on-flesh intimacy that would culminate in another round of intense explosive orgasms for both.

Come the morning, Laylah arrived at the cell in the catacomb to find them both sleeping with naked bodies entwined. She waited with them in the cell for them to wake up. Yet seeing those two innocent girls with their beautiful naked bodies forced her to make use of the ‘dildo’ on her necklace. But time passed and the two did awake to find her waiting for them. “Me beg Queen to free you again,” she said to Courtney. “Queen not say. But come with me for a time!” And so she ordered Kiki to gather the remaining fruit in the basket. Then, she presented loincloths for them both to wear out in the morning sun.

By mid morning, Courtney sat on the beach with Laylah as she prepared some fishing nets. They sat by an outrigger canoe that featured a small canopy to protect them from the hot tropical sun. She had to wear the harness which made her feel like a prisoner, yet it was the only way Laylah could take her from the cell. Other parties of ranging from grown women to young pre-teen girls had gathered on the beach as well, each preparing their canoes and nets for a fishing trip out in the pristine lagoon between the sandy beach and the reefs that fringed the island.

Once they were ready, Courtney sat in the canoe as Laylah pushed off. Her strong arms paddled the canoe out into the churning surf. She paddled hard against the sea swells until they were perhaps a three-city-blocks’ distance from shore. And thus she dropped the net into the water, weighted down with rocks. By now, Courtney had realized how bronze her skin had turned in the tropics. She felt as if she were getting as dark as the natives themselves. But soon the heat forced her from the sun to the canopy to avoid a burn.

Meanwhile, Laylah carefully checked the net. Although the water was deeper here, it sat crystal clear, unmolested by the modernized world she had come from, and thus one could nearly see the bottom. But finally, Laylah turned to face her suntanned European captive. “You very pretty,” she said to Courtney. “Pretty eyes, pretty face, pretty legs!” With that, she slid on her bottom along the canoe until she had her in her lap. “Work done for now,” she said. “Time for love! Feel good, no!” And thus she held her charge tight as she kissed her all over. And soon they both lay in the bottom of the canoe. What scant clothing they had worn was now removed as Laylah lapped furiously at that little pink flower between Courtney’s legs. Her moans of ecstasy resounded across the waters as she felt herself approaching orgasm. And thus for nearly an hour, they made love in the canoe beneath the shade of the canopy. Naturally, Laylah savored every inch of the fresh young innocent body from a land she knew little of. The smooth soft flesh, the squeaky moans of pleasure, the sensuous fingers… all made for some of the most intense orgasms she ever had. “Don’t worry,” she said to young Courtney. “I won’t let anything happen to you,” she promised to her in her own Polynesian dialect.

But after a while, poor Courtney fell asleep in the bottom of the canoe, completely exhausted from the last violent orgasm that had rocked the boat. “Now that was a tsunami!” said Laylah with a smile as she sat back up. She looked around at the other teams of fisher-girls in the nearby canoes. Some where trolling nets while others were busy making love as well. And thus she seized upon her spear. Not bothering to dress, she simply dived into the water completely nude and swam below the sea in the pristine clear waters. After several minutes of skillful breath-holding for clam-digging, she returned to the canoe for her bounty.

When early afternoon arrived, she paddled the canoe back for shore. This time, Courtney insisted she help and sat in the front of the canoe in the sun while she paddled as well. As they battled the sea swells, she looked back to Laylah. “Where’s Kokie?” she asked. “Y’know… Ko-kee! The first one? I love her the best!”

Laylah kept paddling. “Kokie! Kokie! You love Kokie!” she repeated. “Laylah find Kokie for you!” she said.

And thus Courtney smiled, for she longed for the girl whom she had first made love to, the first one who introduced her to love-play and orgasms, which before she never knew existed. And after many minutes of battling the sea swells with their paddles, they finally reached the white sandy beach. Once Laylah had grounded the canoe, she took Courtney’s harness and led her among the crowd of fisher-girls who had assembled on the beach to string up the bounty of fish, clams, and lobster for transport back to the village. And among them, she spied Kokie and thus led Courtney over to her. “Kokie!” she cried. Courtney stood and listened as they spoke to each other in their island language. After the brief discourse, Kokie approached and gave her a big toothy smile and a tight hug. She began to kiss her all over. “She says she misses you,” assured Laylah. “Kokie happy now. Will love you!”

Courtney smiled back. “You’re so pretty!” she said as she scanned over her scantly-clad body of smooth pre-teen flesh.

But the two nights passed quickly for Laylah. And on the appointed night, a select few of tribes-women gathered in the dense palm forest on the side of the southeastern hill of the island. A few tiki torches flickered in the night as other women beat their drums ceremoniously. Laylah herself placed the flowers about Queen Lukona and fixed her majestic headdress in place. “I go alone to the top of the mountain to pass through the Ring Of Fire. There the will of the Moon-Goddess shall be revealed. I have been purified. Yet if I do not return, Makelie shall be queen. Do not quarrel amongst yourselves! And Makelie… remember to rule wisely!”

“Yes, my queen,” she assured.

And after a chorus of ceremonial drumbeats, all fell silent. Alone with a torch, Queen Lukona climbed up the trail to the top of the mountain. There, she would light the Ring of Fire and pass through… a feat that many an island queen had not survived. Yet Lukona was never known for an act of cowardice, and thus climbed the mountain without fear.

Down below in the clearing, the cluster of warriors awaited her return with the utmost apprehension. Laylah could not stop her tears from flowing, yet could only hope that the darkness of night would hide her grief from her sisters-in-arms. And so they waited for over an hour in the light of a solitary torch, until they heard the rustling of fronds from the brush that lined the narrow trail. Soon, they could see the flickering light from the torch that Queen Lukona had carried. Slowly and surely, she came into sight. Her face was covered with soot and her once beautifully kept hair now appeared somewhat singed. Yet she appeared before them all as a survivor of the Ring of Fire. “Astrologer!” she cried out. “When comes the night of the full moon?” she asked.

The pretty young nymph stepped forward. “In three nights, the moon shall shine full upon us, and all who are without child shall bleed!” she declared.

At that, the queen stood in silence, staring off into the darkness. All her underlings stood in perfect silence as well, awaiting her word which in all of time, none had questioned. Laylah trembled and perspired profusely, doing all she could to keep from fainting right there to the sandy ground. But after an eternity of waiting, the queen finally spoke. “Thus says the Moon-Goddess!” she began. “When the moon shines full, all shall bleed! None shall bear a child until appeased with the sacrifice of the stranger… the khi-hali!”

“Nooooo!” cried Laylah. “It can’t be right!” With that, she charged the queen and shook her by the shoulders. “There must me some mistake. The Moon-Goddess would never make such a decree! She’s a gift!”

But Makelie seized her and forced her away from her queen. “This should come as no surprise, Laylah,” she said. “The Moon-Goddess has spoken!”

“No, it can’t be! Has anyone ever heard the Moon-Goddess? Who has truly heard her voice? Shall fear drive us to slaughter the innocent?”

“Blasphemy!” cried Makelie.

“Peace!” ordered Lukona as she held up her torch. “Silence all of you!”

“My queen… are we savage enough to kill for pleasure?” pled Laylah. “We kill the Mu-tah only to protect ourselves.”

“It’s better that one die than all of us perish!” asserted Makelie.

“Silence, both of you!” ordered Lukona. “Silence I say!”

And so, the jungle once again fell silent as not one spoke a word. Once again, everyone froze in their place as the multitude of insect calls resounded throughout the tropical foliage. Finally, Queen Lukona broke the silence. “Perhaps Laylah is right,” she said. “But I have passed through the Ring of Fire. For now, I will see what my dreams bring me. But who can question the Ring of Fire? We shall speak no more of this until morning’s light. Now everyone retire!”

But down in the village, and in the alcove of the catacombs, Kokie and Courtney made passionate love unawares. Both were ignorant of the affairs taking place on the hillside beyond the village. Courtney only concentrated on the wonderful sensation of Kokie’s fingers deep inside her. Yes, her fingers were just small enough to keep that thin hymen… that membrane of innocence in place. She panted and thrust rhythmically against Kokie’s hand as her fingers worked their island magic. “Oh yes! Oh yes! Ooooh yessss!” cried Courtney. “Oh Kokie, I love you! You’re my best friend ever! Oooh! Ooooh, I’m gonna…. Ooooooooh!” And with that she burst into another violent orgasm that nearly caused her to pass out. She collapsed on the blanket as her head spun and vision blurred. The contractions left her with stomach cramps, yet the pleasure was far too intense to care. “Aaaaah,” she softly moaned. “Oh Kokie, I want you always,” she said with eyes closed. And soon they fell asleep on the blanket wrapped in each other’s arms.

The next day, Laylah kept Courtney in the catacombs for safety as not to arouse suspicion while she conspired to herself. She sat on the beach mending a fish net, refusing to speak to anyone. Occasionally, she would pause to wipe a tear as it gathered blowing sand. She could not appreciate the tropical beauty in which she dwelt, for the intention of the tribe to sacrifice Courtney hung over her like a dark cloud. And thus she worked on the net, never looking up. Yet after a while, a small shadow blocked the rays of the hot sun. She looked up to see Kokie. “You’ve been crying,” she said.

“Maybe,” replied Laylah.

“Why are you sad?” inquired the curious Kokie.

“Please, my child. Ask me no questions. No one can help me!”

With that Kokie sat down and took another end to the net and began to work along with her. “I will help,” she promised. “I’ll do anything you ask.”

“I know you will, dear. But it won’t help. I can’t fight the Moon-Goddess!”

“Moon-Goddess? What’s going on?”

“Don’t ask. I can say nothing!” With that, she turned to hid her face that Kokie might not see her crying.

But the ever-benevolent Kokie would give her no peace. “How can I help if you will not speak?” she begged.

But Laylah would not be comforted. All she could do was weave and mend at the hemp fibers of the net. She tried in vain to stop shedding tears, but her passions controlled her. Finally, Kokie began to tremble. “Moon-Goddess!” she said as she began to solve the riddle. “Oh no… it can’t be… Courtney?”

“Ask me no questions!” demanded Laylah.

But Kokie was wise at her young age and her eyes saw more than just the sea to the south and the towering palms to the north. She saw right through her mentor’s eyes and into her soul. “They can’t do this!”

“I’ve tried in vain,” wept Laylah. “I’ve even planned treason. But I can’t think of a way to save her. You mustn’t help me. I don’t want anything bad to happen to you.”

“But I must,” insisted Kokie as her own eyes began to sting and swell with tears.

“You can’t!” said Laylah. “Have you the power of the gods?” With that, she hid her face in her hands.

Kokie sat and drew random lines in the beach sand with her fingers for many minutes. Yet their world was a simple one and tribal politics were a matter of either compliance or defiance with what the queen said. Therefore, creative solutions were hard to come by. Finally, she sighed in defeat. “Laylah. I can’t live for years knowing what my people have done. If you truly can’t save her, then tell them to sacrifice me as well!”

“What!!!” roared Laylah. “You don’t know what you say, foolish girl!”

“I know!” assured Kokie. “Let me die with her! At least she’ll know that one of us loved her enough to want to be with her no matter what… even in death!”

Once again, Laylah wept. “Oh, Kokie! Of all the girls on the island, you’re the one who least deserves to die. I would forbid this… except it would force Courtney to die alone. But I must think again. Maybe nobody will die if the Moon-Goddess gives me the wisdom I crave!”

“Until you can, let me go to her and stay with her from now on. Tell the queen she will have two sacrifices!”

And as they sat on the beach, a distant faint hum interrupted their conversation. They looked up into the partly-cloudy blue sky to see several silvery glints. There above them flew a cluster of aircraft from a technology they did not understand. For they had not the schooling to identify the American B-29 bombers that flew above in formation with four engines buzzing across the Pacific. “There they go again,” said Kokie. “Courtney comes from the land of the shiny buzz-birds. I think one brought her here. Maybe they could save her.”

“They are very destructive,” replied Laylah. “But they don’t even know we’re here. Our island doesn’t interest them.”

In the afternoon, Laylah brought Kokie back to the alcove in the catacombs, took all her clothing, and locked the barred door behind her. Once again, the two girls were together. Kokie did all she could to hide the secret of their fate, for she dared not be the one to deliver the news. Besides, she had one ember of hope that Laylah might find one way to spare them. Therefore, she decided only to think of the present time they would share together. She thought only of the sensation of their smooth naked flesh as they rubbed against one another and the pleasure of the massive orgasms they shared. By now, the love-making was more passionate and sensuous than it had ever been. Their trembling orgasms knocked them both unconscious, only to wake and make love again. Their cries of passion and ecstasy echoed throughout the catacombs with each squirting orgasm that caused their bodies to jerk violently.

But sometime in the deep night when most the village slept, Laylah crept quietly through the tunnel of the catacombs until she arrived at the cell. She unlocked the door and gently shook Kokie to wake her. “Shhh!” she said. “Don’t wake Courtney. Now listen. The full moon comes in two days. I’m preparing a canoe for a long voyage to a nearby island beyond the horizon. The night before the full moon, we’ll have to leave while the world sleeps. I will make a sleeping potion to make sure our night sentries are not awake. But until then, you must say nothing to Courtney. Understand?”

“Yes, Laylah,” assured Kokie. “You know I’ve always obeyed you.”

“Yes sweet child,” replied Laylah as she kissed her underling. And with that, she closed the door to the cell and vanished into the darkness of the tunnel.

And when the next day came, Laylah resumed her fishing and clam-diving duties. Yet she took the time in the afternoon to stock the canoe hidden in the palmetto bushes with many days worth of food and extra clothing and weapons. She even managed to sneak several jugs of fresh boiled water for drinking. By the time the evening sky grew blood red, she was ready. And what a tiring day it was! Nevertheless, she was prepared to paddle her canoe all night against the angry open ocean beyond.

Come nightfall, the queen called for her. The moon shone bright overhead. Tomorrow night, the moon would shine full! Yet a few warriors had met the queen in the clearing where she had called them to a quick meeting. “I have walked through the Ring of Fire, and I have dreamed many dreams,” she said. “Our numbers are shrinking, but we are still plenty. We will make no sacrifice until seven full moons pass. If by that time, one or more of us is with child, then we shall make no blood sacrifices. But if seven moons from now we are all still barren, then I will know for sure that the Moon-Goddess demands a sacrifice!”

Suddenly, Laylah’s face lit brighter than the full moon itself! And thus in humility, she shed her clothing and fell at the queen’s feet. “Oh thank you my queen!” she said with tears of joy. “I knew you were wisest of all!”

But Makelie stood firm with fear and superstition in her eyes. “Not so fast! Seven moons and the goddess’s curse could be on all of us. Such delay and we could all be delivered into the hands of the Mu-tah invaders from the other islands! How can you do this?”

“Be still my dear Makelie!” ordered Queen Lukona. “What’s seven moons in the course of a lifetime. Go back to your huts and be merry!”

“NO!” cried Makelie. Suddenly, she struck her own queen on the head with a large coconut. The mighty blow sent the hapless Lukona to the ground. “Can’t you see she has gone mad. Evil spirits have deceived her. Lukona is unfit to rule! It is up to me to save us all from the wrath of the Moon-Goddess! As your new queen, I command that the sacrifice will proceed as planned!”

“Nooo! I’ll kill you... you…” with that, Laylah charged Makelie with maternal furry. But the faithful warriors held her at bay.

“You’ve gone mad yourself, Laylah,” said Makelie. “If you were sane, I’d order you killed. But once you’re back to your right mind, I’ll give you a chance to repent!” With that, she faced her small band of warriors. “Take her to the catacombs and place her in another alcove!” And in spite of her relentless struggle, she could not overpower four of her own tribes-women. And thus she was taken away.

But down in the catacombs, Courtney busied herself in pleasing her pretty island playmate, working her tongue deep inside Kokie’s hairless little flower. “Ooooh! Ooooh!” cried Kokie as the pleasure built throughout her entire body. “Oooh! Kali-mota! Kali-moootaaa!” she cried as she neared orgasm. For Courtney’s tongue had found the hidden G-spot. Between the massaging of the tongue and her upper lip on that swollen throbbing clitoris, Kokie found herself in heaven. “Ooooh! Kali-mota!” And once again, she burst with a violent thrust of her hips. She quirt a jet of girl juice on Courtney’s face as her body thrashed in orgasmic spasms. It was as if it was her very first one.

And Courtney herself was ecstatic over her skill at pleasing her partner. She wanted her to feel every bit as good as she had felt herself during their love-making. And so the ritual continued until Courtney’s next orgasm proved so powerful as to knock her out for a while. But Kokie on the other hand refused to sleep. She waited by the door for Laylah to come for them. Yet she sat for quite a while in silence and darkness. When there was no sign of her, she began to grow faint and lose all hope. But finally, she heard footsteps—not one, but several. “Put her in there,” she heard a voice say. Yet she could see nothing around the corner of the tunnel. And only moments later, the footsteps faded into oblivion. And thus she waited for several more moments of silence until she dared to call out. “Laylah!” she said in a loud whisper. “Laylah? Is that you?”

Finally, a voice devoid of all hope answered. “Yes… it’s me!”

“Aren’t you going to get us out?”

“I would… but I can’t. I’m locked up myself! I can’t break these heavy bamboo bars! I’m trying, but I can’t! Makelie is determined to see that it takes place!”

And with that, Kokie collapsed against the door to the cell. She looked once at Courtney who remained in a peaceful deep sleep from her orgasm. And naturally, she began to cry. “Don’t worry, Courtney,” she whispered in her own language as she wept. “I won’t leave you, never!” And thus she slowly crawled back to the blanket and cuddled next to her playmate.

Is there any chance for them now? Find out in the final chapter which is coming soon!