Penal Island

by K. Lyn

  Penal Island

  ~K. Lyn~

  Beau to Beau Books

  Copyright 2013-01-01: K. Lyn

  ISBN: 978-1-6184-5153-8

  All rights reserved

  http://www.beautobeau.com

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  Table of Contents:

  1. Openers

  2. Introduction

  3. Penal Island

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  Introduction:

  When two escaped convicts find refuge on a deserted island, they think they are alone until they discover a woman on an abandoned ship. They take her to their makeshift home and do with her as they please. When they later discover her dead at the hands of presumed cannibals, they try to escape the island but find themselves in a situation worse than prison. Their carnal desires, previously kept in check, surface quickly again on Penal Island.

  Penal Island:

  Somewhere between the West Coast of the United States and the coast of Siberia an island remains hidden from watchful eyes. No spy planes circle its air space and no commercial airplanes or ocean liners have seen its shores. The island is nonetheless inhabited. Two men had boldly opened the emergency exit of a jet airliner and jumped to their presumed death. Before hitting the water, their parachutes were deployed and instead of plunging into water at a suicidal rate, they drifted easily onto a white sandy beach of an island which neither had known existed.

  Over the years the two men had built themselves a paradise of sorts. The island was curiously warm and food was plentiful. Why no one had ever discovered this island was not well understood by the two men, but over the years they had made a nice life for themselves, much nicer than the life from which they had escaped. Their makeshift house had become a tree house to be envied. Unfamiliar with the weather at first, they had been careful to guard against nature’s possible fury and had built an above ground dwelling.

  It was not until two years after their crash landing that the two men welcomed their first visitor to the island. A cargo ship filled with toys was on its way to the United States when it ran into some type of metal chunk and had taken on a lot of water before slowly drifting ashore. The two men had noticed the ship during their morning swim and they cautiously went aboard. The vessel appeared to be empty as they rummaged through it, finding very little of use to them, until they discovered a young woman passed out cold in the lower level.

  “Milas, what do we do?” Stein gave his friend a savage look.

  “How the hell should I know? I say we destroy her.”

  “We need to know how she got here. There may be more.”

  Milas was right, of course. It was his calm and cool nature that had secured their escape all those years ago. Stein picked up a handful of water and flung it into the face of the sleeping woman. She sputtered and sat up, meeting the eyes of the two strangers.

  “Who are you?”

  The two men looked at each other. “I believe that is a question we should ask of you.”

  “Where am I?”

  “We’ll show you.” Stein yanked her to her feet and hurried her from the sinking freighter and onto the island. “Are you the only one?”

  “The others were rescued when the ship was in trouble. They didn’t know I was down there.”

  “Aw, a stowaway, are you?”

  “It was the only way out,” she said with a smirk.

  Before heading inland, the two men added more weight to the sinking freighter and watched as it slowly sank into the deep waters of the Pacific Ocean. The woman looked back only once before being taken to the tree house which the two men shared.

  “Not too bad,” she told them as she followed the steps upward.

  Milas and Stein nearly salivated at the sight of the tight young butt of the woman climbing her way to their home. They had plans for this one…big plans. They closed the door in the interest of privacy, though no one could see or hear them. This woman was the only person they had seen in over two years.

  “Do you have a name?”

  “Roxie. It’s short for Rose Marie.”

  “Isn’t that sweet?” The savage within Stein was beginning to emerge as he thought of the tasty dish he would remember as Roxie.

  Milas was quick to reprimand him with one of his shooting glances. Roxie was not yet on the table. The two years had had a very different effect on him than they had on Stein. Milas’ sexual needs had not been met in a very long time and it was never a good idea to have dessert before the main course.

  As young Roxie toured the house which had been erected by the four strong hands of Milas and Stein, the two men stood with their arms crossed and watched her move about the dwelling. When she was at the door of the bedroom of Milas, it was Stein who pushed her into the room. Milas followed her and closed the door.

  “What are you doing?”

  “We own this island and you, my lovely lady, will do as you are told.”

  Roxie turned and faced the man. “Are you crazy?”

  “Yes,” he said with a moan, as he swept his arms around her and pulled her slender body to him.

  Roxie struggled at first but not for long. The thin shirt she wore displayed her large nipples clearly, her nipples ready to be taken, her worn jeans outlining her form perfectly. Her thick auburn hair lay in loose curls and her blue eyes were large with fear and desire as Milas pressed his lips to hers.

  “Now that’s better,” he said, between kissing her lips and sucking lightly on her neck.

  Roxie was not as tough as she tried to be and she felt her body go limp as the sexy Milas began his slow exploration downward along her body. The shirt was easily stripped from her and her large breasts were his. These melons would surely satisfy his hunger, he thought, as he pulled a dark nipple into his mouth and wrapped a hand around a fleshy mound. Bringing a knee up, he pushed Roxie onto the homemade bed which was none too comfortable.

  “Oww!” she began to protest.

  He leaned over her and dared her to scream. “You think Stein will help you? He’s much more dangerous than I.”

  The raised dark eyebrows over the brilliant eyes caused an electric shock to surge through Roxie’s body as she stared at the tanned chest of Milas. The island had been good to him and he had the muscles she craved. His legs were as thick as the trunks of the trees that strangely grew on the island. As he lowered his naked form to the bed, Roxie stared at the girth and length of his manhood.

  “Not bad, eh?”

  “It’s okay.”

  “Don’t fool yourself, woman. I know what I’ve got and you have never had anything like it.”

  The words were true, but Roxie was one tough broad. She would never give any man the satisfaction his tender ego craved. Milas slid a hand inside Roxie’s threadbare jeans and forced them down her legs without unbuckling them first. The material was harsh and her skin burned from the roughness, but it did not show in her face. She opened her legs for him and he looked up at her with a sneer.

  “You waitin’ for somethin’?”

  Quickly pushing her legs together, Roxie trapped the man’s large cock between them and stared into his eyes. She pulled the thickness between her thighs and slowly began to masturbate him. Milas closed his eyes at the feeling of the smooth naked flesh on his hard aching cock. He had never been with a woman as seemingly experienced as this one. A noise from the other side of the door broke his concentration, and he opened his eyes to see the young woman grinning up at him. No one got the better of Milas. He forced Roxie’s legs apart as easily as snapping the legs of a chicken, watching as the young woman winced from the pain. Not an easy lover, he forced the head of his cock into Roxie’s tight hole, for a moment fearing she might be a virgin, but plunging inward irregardless. Roxie gasped and grabbed onto her breasts, p
inching the hard nipples to take her mind off of the roughness of Milas.

  “You ain’t a virgin, are you?”

  “No,” she gasped. She had so far had only one lover for a very short time, but she was determined to take whatever this man could dish out.

  He pushed her hands from her breasts and gave the pleasure of the fleshy globes to his own hands, watching as Roxie slowly began to accept his engorged thickness. She moved with him and closed her eyes to the look of smugness on Milas’ face.

  “Nothin’ like it, eh?”

  Roxie did not answer but her actions said it all. She spread her legs more and welcomed each new thrust, filling her aching need. She gasped loudly and moaned even louder as he moved in hard and fast and pulled out slowly. Roxie anticipated each new thrust and she raised her hips to welcome her new lover. She couldn’t help but scream as this amazing man satisfied her like never before. But Milas was not concerned with her pleasure. This was for him. He had needed this for a long time. With no women on the island, he had nearly lost his mind. Roxie would be his, although how he would keep her hidden from Stein, he had no idea. Stein would surely find her on this island. They knew every nook and cranny of their secret sanctuary.

  When Milas came, he came hard and his body tensed and the feeling was indescribable. The contours of Roxie’s cunt squeezed the cum out of him as she let up and squeezed again and again, watching the man’s face as a look of vulnerability replaced some of the earlier hardness. Milas fought the urge to snuggle with the young woman afterward and instead he pulled out quickly and told her to get out.

  “Where will I go?”

  The look of fear on Roxie’s face would be just the thing to make Stein snap, so Milas became stern with her. “Follow my every instruction. Go now through the trees to the other side of the island. There is a cave with the entrance covered with thick foliage. Go inside.”

  “No, I hate caves. They have bats and slimy things.”

  “It’s the only way and much better than the alternative if Stein finds you.”

  “Why?”

  Milas leaned down and spoke harshly. “Stein will follow your scent but he will lose it in the cave. If you do not go, you will die at his hands.”

  “Oh, that’s crap. You really are crazy. How do you know, anyway?”

  “I shared a cell with Stein in prison for eight years, until our great escape.”

  Roxie’s eyes were as big as saucers as she stared in disbelief at Milas. Could what he say be the truth? She grabbed her clothes, putting them on as she escaped through the opposite side of the tree house.

  Milas waited for several minutes before opening the door. “Stein?”

  A breeze was blowing through the open window and a sleeping Stein was being rocked back and forth on the hammock. Milas sighed heavily. This will buy the girl some much needed time. The breeze blew the scent of Milas into Stein’s consciousness and he awoke instantly.

  “Where is the girl?”

  “Sleeping,” Milas lied.

  “You left her alone?” Not waiting for a reply from his former cellmate, Stein pushed him aside and stormed into the room where Milas had gotten his fill of Roxie. “She’s gone, but she won’t get far.”

  Milas was powerless to stop him. He could only hope that Roxie had taken off at a dead run and that Stein was slow to pick up her scent. But Milas was no fool when it came to Stein. He had saved his ass many times with his keen scent and it had never failed him. He waited anxiously for the sound that he feared. Life out of prison had not changed the man who Milas knew as a cold blooded killer. When the familiar blood curdling screams did not shatter the stillness of the night, Milas stood at the top of the steps that had been nailed to the tree and looked out into the night. He whistled the secret bird call that he and Stein had perfected during their years behind bars and a few seconds later the same call was returned.

  Minutes later Stein returned, but there was no sign of conquer on his face. There was no blood on his hands and no remnants of flesh at the corners of his mouth.

  “Stein!”

  He looked up at Milas with glazed eyes.

  “What have you done, Stein? Did you find her?”

  Stein was a big man and his footsteps seemed to shake the trees as he made his way to the tree house. Milas stepped aside and Stein slumped down onto the floor.

  “You should have seen it, Milas. All I could do was watch through the tree branch that snapped like a twig as I pushed it aside.”

  “What did you see?” Milas had never seen Stein act this way. The man so sure of himself was now shaking before his eyes. “Get a grip, man. What the fuck is out there?” Milas slapped his friend hard across the face and Stein looked up at him with blank eyes.

  “Flesh eating flesh.”

  “What?”

  “We’re not alone on this island. There are others.”

  “Snap out of it, man. You and I have been on this island for years. It’s just us.”

  Stein grabbed the slender arms of his friend and gripped him tightly, nearly lifting him off the floor. “No, I saw them…their shadows. There was no mercy, no easy death for Roxie. With a twist of her neck, her limbs dangling from her body, the struggle was over.”

  Milas thought he was going to vomit. Was Stein insane? “Have you gone mad?”

  “No, Milas. We must find a way to leave this island.”

  “No way. You and I are wanted men. Have you forgotten the jump, the plunge to our presumed deaths, the last minute pull of our chutes?” He broke free from the tight hold of Stein and began to pace back and forth across the wooden floor. “That’s it! As far as anyone knows, we’re dead. We can go anywhere, maybe change our appearance on the off chance that someone believes we survived. Stein, you’re a genius!”

  Stein glared at his friend. “There is no way off of this island, you fool.”

  “The boat, remember the boat? We’ll salvage it, shore it up, and be out of here in days.”

  “I’m not sure we have days, Milas. You didn’t see what I did. They are hungry…greedy…no mercy.”

  Milas had little experience with cannibalism, except for his buddy Stein. Stein had admitted his hidden desire…his propensity toward biting a little too hard during the throes of passion. The salty taste of human flesh and the scent of healthy sweat were sometimes too powerful to resist. A wild man in bed, Stein’s passion was too great for most women. Gnawing on raw animal flesh was as far as he had gone, though he feared the man who may be hidden deep within him. Milas had assured him that he was no cannibal, but he often questioned his own words. There was one thing about Stein that Milas knew for certain. He never lied. He was blunt to the point of being rude, but he was no liar. If he said that he had witnessed Roxie’s grotesque demise, then that is what he witnessed. The look in his eyes was that of a frightened wild animal.

  “Let’s go, buddy. We’ll work all night if we have to.”

  With a loaded backpack for each of them, the two men spent the night at the water’s edge, wishing they had not tried to sink the vessel that had brought Roxie to their island. Years of labor in the prison yard had made the men strong and they were accustomed to little sleep, so the work went quickly and the great vessel was sturdy enough to set sail.

  The seafaring vessel was larger than they had remembered and the two men slowly made their way out to sea. Searching the ship for anything salvageable, the two men uncovered a hidden safe.

  “Ah, ha!”

  “Pry ‘er open, Stein.”

  It took the big man only a few minutes with a screwdriver to open the cast iron safe. “Damn. It’s filled with gold.” He bit down on one of the coins. “It’s real. Gotta be millions in here.” A few of the cargo ship’s toys were on the floor of the vessel. They were torn and soaked with sea water, and Milas tossed them into the ocean.

  After a slow start and testing the ship’s engine, they were steaming full force to a destination unknown.

  “Who you think put it here?” />
  “Can’t say, Stein. Must have been someone who wanted to get rid of it fast or get it to the U.S. without anyone knowing about it. But I know one thing. It’s ours now.”

  The two prisoners made themselves comfortable as they tried to figure out how to steer the huge ship. Wishing it would move along a little faster, they tested the engine a little more. At top speed the heavy machine felt as if it were sitting still. Milas leaned back and thought about the shadows that Stein had seen on the island.

  “What did they look like?”

  “Who?”

  “The cannibals.”

  Stein’s face grew solemn. “They were big and they were naked or next to it, as far as I could tell.”

  “You think they knew about us?”

  “Can’t say, Milas. We sure as hell didn’t know about them.”

  “Where you think we’re headed?”

  “Wherever this fine ocean going vessel will take us. Think of us as the Skipper and Gilligan. Our very own Gilligan’s Island is out there just waiting for us to discover it.”

  “Stein, cut the shit. We had our island and now we’re just a couple of men adrift on the ocean.”

  “That’s where you’re wrong, Milas. That never was our island. Our island will be grand and we will no longer have to forage for food.”

  “A real Club Med, right?”

  “That’s right, Milas, my man.”

  When night fell, the only light the two man team had was what radiated from the moon and the stars, so they slept, soundly now that they could no longer see the island in the distance.

  On the third night out Milas awoke to the sound of a bullhorn. “What the fuck!”

  Stein was snoring not too far from him and Milas roused him with a hand to his chest. The giant of a man responded as he usually did…with a tight grip on the wrist of his assailant. “What?”

  “You hear that?”

  Stein turned his ear to the sky and waited impatiently for what Milas had heard. “No. I don’t hear anything.” Giving Milas a stern look, he lay back down, but when the horn sounded again he drew his pistol to his side. It was dark out on the open water, the only light coming from Milas’ flashlight. The big man’s mind searched for the right words.