Fantasy Island – IV

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I was on my way to Fantasy Island. It was a present from Monica, my Finance VP and occasional lover.  She said that I have been too depressed since I broke up with my boyfriend two months ago.  My depression was affecting business. She wanted me to go and have fun.  Suddenly the left engine stopped.  The pilot yelled: "Put on the parachute." I never fantasize about dying!  Ten minutes later, the right engine caught fire. The pilot screamed : "Jump, Jump."  Then he was gone. I fought my way out of the plane. The parachute opened.  I saw the pilot floating far beneath me.  Then the wind blew us apart and I was alone above the sea.  The wind was strong.  It better kept blowing until I get to wherever the hell this Fantasy Island was.  They better had planes and ships coming out to look for me. Then I saw this island far away.  Luckily, my parachute was going there. I hit the water a couple of miles off shore.  I nearly drowned trying to free myself from the parachute. I grabbed the emergency kit and started swimming.


The beach was beautiful.  The sand was fine and golden.  There were birds, flowers, fruit trees and butterfly everywhere.  But it was deserted.  This island was a fantasy.  Life here would easy. The forest was like the supermarket: full of wonderful things you could eat.  The birds were so dumb they let you catch them barehanded.  The Fish too. The beach went on for miles.  I stayed there for a couple of days, just being lazy.  Then I got bored and started walking. If people lived on this island, I was going to find them.  I was not the type who sat on her ass and waited.


I found them three days later.  The village was right on the beach. There was a lot of noise.  Then a clear voice rose above all others: "I say everyone who can walk goes.  There is no risk if you are in the deepest hole.  I say it is better for all of us to die today in combat than live without our women."   Someone saw me and gave a joyful yell.  When they saw me, all the men kneeled and put their heads in the ground.  Then an old man came to me, with tear flowing freely.  He said: "Are you real?  You must be the one!"  "What’s happening?" I almost freaked out. "You are just what the prophesy says. The golden hair heroine with magic weapons who come to save us at our darkest moment."  "I am sorry.  I am just a woman whose plane fell into the sea and almost drowned. See, this is my emergency kit. Water bottle. Bandage. Vitamin pills.  A knife. Flare pistol and three shells."  They stared at the pistol and let out joyful screams: "Heroine.  Heroine with the magic weapons."


I said firmly: "I am not going to do anything until you tell me what happened here. Where are your women?" The old man said: "They were all abducted. We have monsters here.  They come to abduct our women. One or two at a time. But this morning, it was different. They took all our women. Everyone.  We are debating how to rescue them."   "What is there to debate?"  It was that clear voice again.  "Without our women, we are finished.  I say everyone who can walk, go."  When I saw him, my heart skipped three beats.  The most handsome man I had ever seen.  His body was perfect. This was looking more like fantasy island.  


We marched silently towards the monster’s valley.  The old man told me that a couple months ago, two  abducted women escaped.  That’s how they knew where it was. I wonder how we were going to fight.  These men obviously never did.  They were so awkward with their antique weapons.  I was the only one with fighting experience.  In my youth, I dealt drugs and fought other drug dealers for turf.  I even had a couple of shoot out with cops.  If a boyfriend, a karate instructor, had not changed my way, I would be long dead.  I am now a black belt.  They gave me a rusty sword.  The flare pistol was in my belt.  


They were big, at least seven feet tall, full of hair. Long hair on the head.  Very hairy bodies.  Long sharp teeth sticking out.  And huge cocks.  No men had cocks like these, all hard and sticking straight out like guns.  I did not think they were men. Did they have females?  They were all standing in front of something that looked like an altar.  Then I saw the abducted women.  All naked.  All tied to wooden frames with their legs wide open, ready to be ravaged.  


The men’s rage erupted.  They forgot all about silence and surprise.  They rushed past me and screamed.  In a second, battle was raging.  The monsters were surprised.  Several were killed but the rest fought back.  I knew we would lose, although we outnumbered them three to one.  They were too strong.  Our men’s blow bounced off their thick hair.  "Hit their cocks."  I screamed.  


Then I saw the big one.  It towered above everyone by at least two heads.  The nails, or claws, were long and sharp.  It was guarding the altar, like a goalie. If it joined the fight, it would be over in two minutes.  Heroine had to save the day.  I charged.  It saw me coming and let our a snare.  Everyone stopped, terrified.  In one fluid motion, I pulled out the flare pistol and fired into its face without breaking stride. Its left hand went up to nurse the face. The right arm swung wildly, still trying to block me. I ducked and made a big cut on its left leg.  It fell to the ground and presented a target no woman warrior could resist.  The huge cock stuck straight up in the air like the thick end of a baseball bat, at least two feet long.  Giggling, I hacked it off, feeling the lust go from my arm to my head.


Then I understood.  On the altar was a huge cock of rocks and two crystal balls.  Pulsing red light came from inside the balls.  I raise my sword high and brought it down full force on the right ball.  Then the left one.  The sword broke. I lifted the big cock of rock high and smashed it on the ground with a primeval cry.  The monsters were dismayed and fled in panic.  The men chased them down.  About twenty got away. The rest they killed. The men grabbed the monsters’ cocks and broke them in half.  They smashed everything.  Then they cleansed the little valley with fire.


While the men piled up wood, I picked up the pieces of broken crystal.  The monster’s power came from the crystal.  That was why the big one guarded it like a goalie.  I wanted to throw the pieces into the sea so that they could never recover it.  "What are you doing?"  It was my handsome man again.  "Picking up the pieces of the magic balls.  I am going to throw them into the sea so that they will never get it back. Go console your woman."  "I have no woman. She was abducted two months ago.  She died."  My heart was beating.


My Handsome and I dumped the broken crystal far out to sea.  When we were still a mile from shore, he asked me whether I could swim. I said yes.  He was going to jump off and swim back to shore.  Everything in the boat was defiled.  I agreed.  He stood up and stripped.  "What are you doing?"  "I am not going to take anything back to the island.  They are all defiled."  I stripped as well and followed him into the water.  We turned the boat around. A few seconds later, the sail caught the wind and it went away.


The swim back was wonderful.  The water was cool and relaxing.  A couple of times we tread water and talked.  When we got back to shallow water of six inches or so, Handsome told me to stop.  He walked ahead and picked up a long pole.  Tied to it was a little bag.  "I asked them to put a bar of soap here for us to bath, so that we can be totally clean when we step ashore."  We bathed.  It was very sensual.  Then I told him to turn around and sit down.  I wanted to wash his back.  


I felt him tensed up under my fingers.  It was very horny male flesh.  I teased him.  A couple of times I let my big firm tits brush his back "accidentally".  After a while, I said: "Your turn." and handed him the soap.  He was fully erect.  He rubbed my back for a minute. Without warning, I turned and delivered my tits into his hands.  Before he could say anything, I kissed him.  We made love on the beach for hours.  This must be Fantasy Island.


I have been here for a long time.  Time seems to stand still.  The monsters never came back.  A couple of times the men saw one in the forest.  Without the power of the magic balls, they have shrunk.  They are now barely half the size of a man.  They run away from us in fear.  And their body hair turns white, as if aging.  


I have been Handsome’s woman since that fantastic lovemaking on the beach.  We still do it regularly on the same spot.  He is everything I ever dreamed about in a man.  I do not miss my company or my corporate jet.  Sometimes I wonder who got my beach house in Malibu.  I hope Monica comes out of my disappearance all right.  She made my fantasy come true.