Paradise Island, Chapter 4 (Conclusion)

by Pulsar

This is a continuation of chapter 3. Please read the series in order. Enjoy.

Kokie spent the night clinging to her Euro-lover. Yet in the faint torch light, she noticed how dark Courtney’s flesh had turned from her days in the tropical sun. And thus for hours she caressed her partner while she slept. But little sleep came to Kokie. She knew tonight would come the full moon… and tonight they would be sacrificed to the Moon-Goddess! Occasionally, tears would roll down her cheeks. She feared the worst. She wondered just how long and painful a death it would be. Yet she could not leave such a fate for Courtney to suffer alone. But she felt like a coward, for she wanted to plea to be spared a thousand times. Yet she remained silent.

At one point, Courtney did stir, and so they took the time to make love before falling asleep again. But the sleepless night took its toll. For the morning sun had risen over the ocean and island for many hours before she awoke again. And there the two sat alone in the cell as they ate their fruits for breakfast. Courtney herself was cheerful as she could be, completely unaware of the fate that awaited them both that night.

However, they had just finished eating their fill when footsteps resounded in the tunnel beyond. Soon, Makelie arrived at the door, followed by a few adolescent underlings. “Kokie,” she said. “I’ve heard of your bravery. You’ve offered yourself as well! The Moon-Goddess shall be pleased and the tribe will remember you for all generations.”

“I do this for her,” assured Kokie, pointing to Courtney.

“Very well,” replied Makelie. “We shall prepare a feast in your honor… for both of you! But until then, see that the stranger gets as much love-play as she can handle!” With that, she turned away. And being there was little else to do in a rocky grotto, the two girls took their time to engage in their sensual play all the more.

By late afternoon, Makelie came to release them. She led them both into the heart of the village where the multitude had gathered for a feast of roast pork, fish, lobster, and fruits of every kind. They passed around fresh fried coconut bread as well. There was drumming, melodious playing on the flutes, and fancy displays of island dances. Women and girls of all ages painted their faces in multitudes of colors and designs. And at the head of them all, Courtney and Kokie sat in the places of honor. Yet the unwary Courtney ate and laughed completely oblivious to their intentions. Makelie had even ordered her warriors to bring out Laylah from her confinement, bound by a harness to sit with them. Yet her refusal to eat began to worry Courtney.

“Why don’t you eat? Why are you a prisoner? Why do you keep crying?” she asked her.

But the distraught Laylah could only shake her head. She could not bring herself to answer any questions. But time passed as the sun sank lower over the western horizon of the Pacific Ocean. Now the festivities were lit by the multitude of flickering torches. And through the towering palm treetops, the bright glow of the full moon began to rise. And soon the revelry slowly died away. Then, several warriors approached with two long smooth limbs from a tree. Suddenly, they seized upon both ‘guests of honor.’ Before she could realize what was happening, Courtney found herself being stripped of her loincloth and bound to one of the beams by her hands and feet. “Hey, what’s going on! Help! Help!”

Yet Kokie remained silent, simply falling limp as a wet noodle as they bound her as well. Soon, they both dangled by their hands and feet from the beams suspended between two warriors each. The villagers gathered around and showered them with petals of lush tropical flowers and placed flower wreaths in their hair. And thus the multitude cheered a farewell as the party began down the trail through the jungle away from the village. Behind the warriors marched several other island nymphs beating their drums in a slow steady rhythm. From the distance, loud trumpeting calls from the conch shells indicated that all must fall down and pray to the Moon-Goddess within the village while the small party made there way up the hill to the clearing where the sacrifice was to take place. And among them all, Laylah was forced once again back into her alcove and locked in tight.

Laylah collapsed to the rocky floor of her cell, knowing there was little time left to save the two girls from a human sacrifice. And even if she were to walk out this minute, she knew that she alone would be against the mightiest warriors of the tribe. Nevertheless, she refused to just sit in the darkness and do nothing while the ritual was about to begin near the top of the hill. And so, she stood up and charged the door of bamboo bars with full force. “Aaaaurh!” she cried as she bruised a shoulder and hip upon impact. Yet the door hardly budged. “Ooooh!” she whined as she rubbed her shoulder. Nonetheless, she stepped as far away from the door as she could, and made another charge. CRASH! Another impact took its toll on her body in spite of the force she could muster. Yet upon careful examination, she spied a crack down one of the thick bamboo bars. In spite of her pain, she realized that a continuous barrage would eventually break the door. And so she took another running charge, crashing into the door with her upper body.

Meanwhile, up on the hill the party reached a small clearing among the towering pines where a pile of wood had been prepared for the sacrificial rite. Next to it sat a large smooth slab table where the two victims were placed, both of them bound and gagged. The small party of natives chanted and beat their drums according to ancient ritual beneath the bright light of the full moon that lit the clearing brighter than a street lamp. Then, the self-proclaimed queen Makelie raised her hand to silence them. “You who are about to pass into the domain of the Moon-Goddess are a gift that she may be appeased. Once more, your sacrifice shall bring childbirth to us and increase our numbers. But before you are offered up, you both are entitled to a final orgasm!”

Naturally, her words in their Polynesian dialect meant nothing to Courtney, save the word ‘kabomba.’ Nonetheless, Makelie approached the altar of stone and untied their feet. With the help of her warriors, she tied their legs spread-eagle, leaving both of their hairless little cunnies wide open and vulnerable. She approached Courtney and parted those little pink lips to marvel at her membrane of innocence. “At last, I have me a khi-hali to partake of.” And with that, she gently stroked it with her finger, being ever so careful as not to damage it. For that was the prize of the Moon-Goddess. Therefore, she bent down and let her tongue caress all around those lips and into the little hole.

“Mmph! Grmph!” mumbled Courtney under her gag as she twitched about to resist. She was in no mood for any loving touch, especially from Makelie! Nevertheless, Makelie did all she could to encourage that little bud to swell and emerge from hiding. And the more that little naked body struggled on the altar against the restraints, the more excited Makelie grew, her own juices now freely flowing from her cunny and running down her inner thigh.

Meanwhile, back in the village in the catacombs, the bloody and bruised Laylah sat on her knees on the floor crying and rubbing her sore body. Her repeated charges against the door had left her in throbbing pain, yet the door had now been reduced to large splintered bamboo. However, she was not quite free yet. She took a few more deep breaths and wiped her tears away before stepping to the very back of the cell for another charge. With a loud cry like a lioness, she charged full force into the tattered bars of the door. CRASH! She hit it with a loud roar. The bamboo gave way even more. CRASH! CRASH! CRASH! Finally, with one last charge that bruised her bones, she impacted the bamboo bars with a mighty ‘CRUCH!’ But this time, she did not bounce back. The force sent her into the tunnel as the door finally crumbled into a plethora of large splinters. She crashed into the far wall of the tunnel and fell to the floor in a daze from the impact. Nonetheless, the elation of freedom gave her the one last ounce of energy she would need to flee the catacombs. And thus she rose to her feet and ran like the wind through the village toward the sandy trail that would lead up the mountain.

Elsewhere in the clearing, Courtney twitched and bucked on the stone altar as Mekelie worked her over with her skilled tongue. She resisted in every way, yet her body responded to the sensation nevertheless. Her little clit had peeked through to meet that pleasing tongue and her little cunny drooled all over the stone altar as Mekelie worked her magic. She moaned and whined through her gag as she fought to resist, yet soon she could feel that familiar build-up from within. Only several minutes later, she exploded into her inevitable orgasm. And as such, Mekelie took her time to clean ever last drop with her tongue. “Couldn’t resist, could you, my little one!” she said slyly.

Now quite content, she turned her attention to Kokie. She was only slightly larger, yet her young naked body on the altar looked every bit as delicious. “I know what you like,” she said just above a whisper. “And you can never get enough, my little one!” And with that, she slowly began to kiss the silky smooth flesh of Kokie’s inner thighs, teasing the hapless girl until she finally reached those swollen pleading nether lips.

But somewhere down the trail, Laylah struggled against the throbbing pain in her own body to reach the clearing. True she had broken free, but how was she to help them now? What good was one bruised and bloody woman against five or six warriors! Yet she had come this far and therefore could not give up now. And so she continued to hobble along the trail with a spear in hand.

But before long up in the clearing, the hapless Kokie burst into her fated orgasm, completely powerless to resist the sensuous motions of Mekelie’s skilled tongue on her body. She cried out beneath her gag as her body tensed and spewed a jet of her love juice. The delirium that followed rendered her completely helpless now for her fate to come.

And having fulfilled the ritualistic ‘last orgasm,’ Mekelie drew the long knife that would fulfil the sacrifice. “Please make it quick for them,” begged a young warrior who stood guard.

“I will do my best,” assured Mekelie. “The agony won’t last long.” Then, she turned to face another warrior. “Light the sacrificial fire!” she ordered. And with one touch from the tiki torches, the pile of dried bush began to glow and flicker as the fire grew.

And once again, the ritualistic drumbeats began to resound throughout the forest of palm trees on the hillside as she approached those two hapless naked girls. She approached Courtney first with the knife raised on high, that the stranger might not have to live long enough to witness the death of her comrade first. Raising the knife high above her head, she cried out a long string of native syllables as she prepared to deliver the killing blow. Poor Courtney screamed as loud as she could with a gag as her eyes swelled shut with tears as Makelie took a deep breath to make the fatal stab.

Then suddenly, a loud ear-shattering shriek from the treetops disrupted their ritual. All present turned to see a figure in the moonlight who appeared to fly out of thin air. Swinging from a vine, she swooped down, impacting Makelie feet-first and sending them both to the ground. The knife flew from her hand as they both rolled about. But the event passed so quickly that the warriors froze as they attempted to make sense of it. But in an instant, a bright beam of electric light came to life. There before them stood a slender young pale-skinned being holding a battery-powered flashlight in one hand with a heavy bag draped over her shoulder. She wore nothing but a little makeshift loin cloth and the remains of a tattered dress for a halter top. “Stop it! Back! Back savages!” she ordered in a refined English accent.

Courtney’s eyes bulged once she recognized her. It was Sarah! At once she felt a warm glow once she realized Sarah had somehow survived the Mu-tah raid that fateful day of the plane crash. “Mekelie! It’s a sign of the Moon-Goddess!” cried one of the warriors. “She holds the moonlight in her hand! Even her flesh is pale like the moon!”

“Stay back, all of you!” ordered Sarah as she shone the beam from the flashlight in their eyes.

“We must do what she says,” coaxed another warrior.

“But what is she saying?” asked another. “The moon child speaks a strange tongue!”

“It’s an evil spirit!” declared Mekelie! “We’ve been cursed! Kill her!”

But seeing that the spooked natives would not flee, Sarah removed the flare gun from the survival bag and fired it into the air. The bright red flare shot high into the sky and then burst into an impressive display that lit the clearing with a red hue. Upon seeing this, several warriors dropped their spears and ran. The drummers fled as well, leaving Mekelie alone with only a few of the boldest warriors.

Nevertheless, Sarah seized upon the knife that had fallen and quickly cut away at the ropes that had bound Courtney. And once free of the gag, she cried, “Save her too!” as she pointed to Kokie.

“Of course!” declared Sarah as she raced to free Courtney’s island lover. But Mekelie had seized upon a spear and came upon them with a mighty roar of an angry tiger. But before she could stab the brave Sarah, a sharp blow to the head of a coconut sent her to the sandy ground unconscious. Instantly, Laylah stepped into the amber light of the blazing bonfire. But she turned to face the remaining warriors with her spear. “Don’t move!” she ordered, “or the moon child will curse you forever!” But the brave warriors only stood frozen in place with their spears, waiting for a chance when their odds were better.

Nonetheless, Laylah assisted Sarah in freeing Kokie. She gave them both a tear-filled hug upon realizing they were now safe. “We must hurry!” she said to the children. “Come!”

“I’d like to,” mumbled Sarah with a grin. And so they scrambled away from the clearing into the thick of the jungle itself.

They had walked for quite a while through the thick tropical foliage beneath the light of the full moon until they finally heard the sound of the crashing surf. Finally, they emerged from the jungle on the northeastern side of the island and onto the beach of white sand. The full moon had brought a high spring tide and thus the beach was at its smallest. Nevertheless, Laylah led the party to the water’s edge. “My hideout is that way… I think,” said Sarah as she pointed northwest up the beach.

“We walk in the water,” replied Laylah. “The sea will take away our footprints!”

And so they walked for hours along the surf in the luke-warm sea as the waves would flow in from ankle-deep to knee deep. All around, the multitude of ghost crabs would scurry about the sand, yet the party of four kept on walking in the moonlit night. Finally, they had made it around the northwestern hill of the island as the moon began to settle toward the endless horizon of the Pacific Ocean. Near the northernmost point of the island, they once again entered the jungle and up the hill. “My people don’t come here,” said Laylah as they walked. “They say evil spirits live here. But I have found none.” And so they kept climbing until she led them to a small cave. With the aid of Sarah’s flashlight, they settled in. “They will not look for us for days,” continued Laylah. “They are afraid now. But my people are bold. They will not be afraid forever!”

And so Laylah sat down in the small cave and took Kokie into her arms. She gently spoke some soft native sentences to her. The trauma and stress had taken its toll and Kokie had fallen asleep on her lap.

Meanwhile, Sarah gently stroked Courtney’s hair with tears in her eyes. “If not for Laylah’s help, I fear my attempt to save you would have failed and we’d all be dead,” she said as she began to rub her long slender fingers over Courtney’s naked body. “I must have fainted during the raid when we beached. I didn’t trust the tribe, so I remained hidden and watched you for many days. When I saw the feast, I feared the worst.”

Courtney still trembled over the near-death experience. Slowly she kissed Sarah’s hand. “I love you Sarah,” she whispered. “You’re a good friend too. Like a babysitter!”

Sarah chuckled. “Rest easy,” she said. But suddenly, she heard a low hum from beyond the cave entrance. Instantly, she seized the flare gun. “Planes!” she said. “I have four more flares! Don’t move!” With that, Sarah raced from the cave, down the short hill through the palms, and out onto the beach. She looked up to see several planes in the sinking moonlight which appeared to be American bombers… perhaps the modern B-29s. And so she pointed the gun skyward and fired two flares, hoping that she could be seen before she turned about to retreat up the hill to the cave.

“I think they were American,” she said as she settled back down, pulling the naked Courtney onto her lap. “Between the American bombs and the Japanese bombs, we might be safer here than anywhere else.” And with that, she continued to gently caress Courtney’s silky smooth suntanned skin. “I brought you a loincloth to wear,” she said. “But your little nude body is so pretty it’s a shame to cover it!” And with that, she breathed heavy as she began to caress those little tanned bare legs, before finding that hairless slit. Gently, she let her finger glide between the lips. Courtney gasped. “Does that feel good?” whispered Sarah.

“Oooh!” moaned Courtney. “Yes, it feels really good!”

“Naughty me,” giggled Sarah. “I’ve been wanting to do this to you since we met on the plane! But our mums were there and… well…”

“Yes… yes! Do it to me,” whispered Courtney. “Make me feel good!”

“Of course!” And so Sarah explored her young friend for many minutes as Courtney slowly moaned and writhed in her lap. “Are you ready for a little cummie-cum?” asked Sarah.

“What’s that?”

“Well… it’s when you feel really good!”

“Oh… kabomba!”

“So that’s what they call it here,” whispered Sarah. “C’mon, my little tarte. G’me a nice cummie!”

And so Courtney humped and squirmed, moaning all the louder until she burst into a mighty orgasm by way of Sarah’s fingers. “Oooooh! Oooooh! Oooooh Sarah, I love you! You and Kokie are my best friends!” she said as her orgasm continued.

But the night went on and the spent girls all slept in the cave so deeply, they did not awake until long after sunrise. Yet once they stirred, they enjoyed a breakfast of bananas and papaya. All the while, Laylay spoke the lore of the tribe to Courtney and Sarah and explained why they wanted to make the sacrifice.

“Oh really,” said Sarah. “Well… I know I’m not supposed to know, but me mum was a nurse so… she told me the secret of babies!”

“You are wise moon child,” concluded Laylah. “Please… tell Laylah of babies. Laylah want baby!”

Sarah giggled with chagrin. “Well… if you really want a baby then… you’ll have to give the Mu-tah what they want. Only they can give you babies!”

Laylah’s eyes bulged. True, she had always fended off the Mu-tah and she had yet to give birth. She thought of all her tribal sisters who had conceived and birthed, and she realized that none of them had ever completely escaped a Mu-tah body invasion. “If true, then the Moon-Goddess has spoken. But my people would never believe me.”

“Well… then you’ll have to prove it,” concluded Sarah. “Y’know, I think I like it here. There’s a certain thrill… paradise that goes with a little naughtiness!”

An hour later, Sarah escorted Courtney along the beach, both of them now covered in short loin cloths. In the light of day, the redness of Sarah’s sunburned legs grew apparent. Nevertheless, she led her over to a mound of sandy earth that formed a shallow grave. “T’is the best I could do,” said Sarah as she handed Courtney a handful of tropical flowers. There on a stone at the head of the grave read “Thaddeus: 1934-1945: Killed in battle,” all scratched into the surface. And thus Courtney placed the flowers on the mound as her eyes swelled up red all over again. “I’m sorry,” whispered Sarah. “T’was naughty of me to taunt the poor boy. He was a pretty young lad!”

And thus Courtney wept as her tears fell on her brother’s grave. “He built me a wooden doll house,” she mumbled as she sniffled. “He said he’d finish painting it after this trip.”

“Ahh, such a sweet boy. If only I could paint it for you on his behalf.” And so, they left the graveside and walked along the isolated white sandy beach, now at low tide. As they strolled along, the warm tropical wind blew their hair which Laylah had combed and bound into ponytails for them. They waded out knee-deep into the pounding surf that tickled their bare legs as they walked. Soon, Laylah and Kokie joined them on the beach, only to find them making a sand castle. The two island nymphs eyed the structure with awe, having no idea as to what their sand sculpture represented. And thus Laylah stood guard like a vigilant mother as the three girls frolicked in the wet sand.

But time had passed and all at once the air was filled with a hum, this time quite loud. All eyes turned skyward to see a Navy seaplane emerge into view over the swaying treetops of the palms. This time, the plane flew low, unlike the bombers as if deliberately searching for survivors. “Oh my!” cried Sarah. “I think they saw my flares!”

“Your tribe has come for you!” declared Laylah. “I prayed to the Moon-Goddess for your safe return.”

At that, both Courtney and Sarah waived frantically toward the plane, jumping up and down and shouting at the top of their lungs. “Over here! Over here!” they cried.

And the amphibious aircraft thus flew out away from the island, before turning about to land in the inshore waters between the reef and the beach. “You must come with us, Laylah!” pled Courtney. “We need you to care for us. We need you for a new mommy!”

Laylah nearly cried at the young girl’s affection. She leaned down to kiss her on the cheek. “You must return to your people,” she said, “but Laylah must stay. Laylah go save tribe. Bring babies!”

“Will they trust you?” asked Sarah.

“Laylah not know. Laylah must try. Laylah brave!”

“Yes, we noticed,” replied Sarah.

“You will take Kokie?”

“Of course,” assured Sarah. “I only wish you’d reconsider.”

“Laylah now queen of tribe. Queen must save tribe… bring babies!”

At that, Sarah picked up a string of washed-up seaweed and rolled it into a loop. Then, she reached up and placed it on her head. “God save the Queen!” she said with a bow. “Hail Queen Laylah! Ruler of the Pacific… savior of the tribe.”

As such, Laylah gave Sarah a kiss as well. “Aloha Moon-child,” she said.

And by that time, the aircraft soared up toward the beach on its pontoons. From the cockpit the ensign copilot turned to his lieutenant who flew the craft. “Get a load of those pins on that native broad!” he cried out as he marveled at Layah’s physique from the window.

“No Junior!” replied the lieutenant. “French dames have ‘pins.’ That broad has nails! Ever see such gams on a dame?”

But soon, the pontoons of the plane struck the soggy sand with a crunch. And so Laylah uttered a few words to Kokie, insisting that she escape the island, having been an intended human sacrifice. But the copilot’s door to the small aircraft flew open as the young ensign stepped out on the pontoon. “You kids okay?” he cried out over the idling engines.

“Yes!” assured Sarah as they raced over to meet them. “We are the only survivors. Please hurry! The tribe could be on their way with hostile motives!”

“Get in!” coaxed the ensign.

Naturally, Sarah and Courtney needed no coaxing, yet the apprehensive Kokie who had seen no such contraption turned to run way. Yet each one seized her by the arms. “Come on, Kokie! We have to go!” cried Sarah. Poor Kokie whined and kicked all the way as her two new-found friends forced her inside. “You’ll be okay!” assured Sarah, yet Kokie protested all the while as Sarah struggled to strap her into a seat.

Once all were buckled in, the ensign slammed the door. “Okay, here we go, full reverse!” cried the pilot as he pulled the throttles. Yet the craft would not budge. “What the hell? We’re stuck! Give us a push, Junior!”

And so the poor young ensign leapt out and into the knee-deep surf. He pushed and pushed on the wing spar, yet the plane would not budge. Finally, the buxom Laylah approached and stood right next to him. He took one look at her bulging thigh muscles, curvy hips, and thick arms as she stood several inches taller than he. But without a word, she seized upon the wing spar with both hands and gave a powerful push. Slowly but surely, the pontoons slid from the exposed wet sand, and back into the waist-deep water. The shocked ensign took one more look to marvel at her beauty. “You’re one strong dame!” he said with both fear and admiration.

But the lieutenant stuck his head out the window. “Hurry up, Junior… before she throws you into a pot and cooks you for supper!” And without further hesitation, he climbed back into the plane and took the copilot’s seat. Moments later, the craft soared over the pristine waters of the lagoon, before taking to the sky.

Poor Kokie panicked as she watched the island, the only home she knew, fall father and father away as they soared over the vast ocean. But Sarah held her close and comforted her. “Thrilling, isn’t it!” she said. “Everything will be okay.” And thus she caressed her once again in order to calm her. And naturally, Sarah could not get enough of that smooth bare flesh.

And upon reaching their altitude, the pilot turned about to stare at his three scantly-clad pre-teen passengers. “I don’t know what you girls have been up to since the DC-3 crash, but it looks like the war’s over! Those B-29’s that saw your flares were on their way to Nagasaki with an A-bomb! Hirohito’s gonna surrender any minute now!”

“Oh, wonderful,” quipped Sarah in her coltish yet refined English accent. “Perhaps Queen Laylah should take his place!”

August 27, 1945

The sun rose Monday morning over the small city in the Texas heartland. The three girls had endured a long journey by plane and ship over the Pacific, and by train over the southwestern American desert. But today was the first day of school for the ‘45-‘46 school year. The young, childless and war-widowed Aunt Marcie took not one, but three girls into her once empty home. That warm August morning, she stood out on the front porch of her humble wooden house and watched the three girls stroll down the sidewalk toward the local school. Courtney, Laylah, and Sarah walked three abreast with books in hand. All three wore fashionably short school dresses. Courtney proudly showed of her tropical tanned legs, Kokie her natural bronze island shade, and Sarah as well showed off her long pale slender legs coated with a lobster-red sunburn which she was somewhat proud off. Kokie stared in awe at the new world in which she now lived— a world of wooden houses and white picket fences- of chirping birds and chattering squirrels- and the occasional automobile that would roll down the street. Yes, both Kokie— as well as the other girls at school— were do for a shock the first couple of weeks!

Yet all three wore their necklaces from the mysterious island, and only the three of them knew where the small wooden ‘dildo’ on each had been! And as Courtney’s Aunt Marcie stood on the porch watching them in the distance, a strange feeling came over her as she realized how cute they were and how gorgeous those bare legs looked in those new dresses. She squeezed her legs tight as she unconsciously caressed the railing of the porch. “I’m sure those girls could definitely use a bare bottom spanking once they get home,” she muttered to herself before turning back into the house to tend so some urgent business.

And so they found orgasmic paradise in Aunt Marcie’s house for the rest of their childhood, in both naughtiness and niceness. Years later in adulthood, the girls took a trip together back to Hawaii. They hired a lone pilot to fly them out over the open ocean to search for Paradise Island. But after combing the ocean at the quadrants those two Navy pilots had given them, they found no sign of it. They returned to Hawaii forlorn, yet to this day, they swore the island is out there somewhere!

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Thank you for reading. I hope you enjoyed this four-part series. Please comment if you have time, except about any historical inaccuracies— I already know there are a few. I myself could not point out where this island was on a map because it is fictitious, probably somewhere in the border between Polynesia and Micronesia. May you find paradise as well!