ISLAND MISTRESS 2

As we left the beach, there was a single question that was burning in my mind, but I was half afraid to ask it. After several minutes of building up my courage, I asked it and was surprised at the readiness and frankness of her answer. When she told me how strong she really was, even after seeing how easily she had handled those three bullies, I was still amazed. I almost had to wonder if she were a superhuman goddess from ancient mythology descended to earth to lord over us puny humans.

But then when she asked me what I thought of her, I reacted instinctively, blurting out how I felt about this Amazonian beauty who towered over me and looked down at me with amusement and--yes, I think, even affection. My response prompted her to pause and offer to give me what turned out to be a pretty clear demonstration of her strength and the level of her physical superiority over me!

She took a moment to introduce herself, and I did the same, thankful that she would no longer be calling me "Peewee", but when she told me what we were going to do, I couldn't believe my ears! Even after what she had told me and the demonstrations of her strength earlier, it was hard to believe that she could hold me captive using only her two index fingers!

But she could and did. Despite trying with all my might to free my wrists from the grip of her two fingers, I couldn't budge them; those two fingers were like steel bands imprisoning my wrists! I strained and struggled for several minutes before finally giving up in exhaustion! Even knowing how small and weak I was compared to her, the experience was amazing and even a little humiliating! But when I heard her question as I gave up it quickly became apparent why she had performed this demonstration, and I again blurted out my litany of praises for her strength, beauty and femininity and my protest against how she characterized herself.

Her question caught me completely off guard. So in awe of this magnificent woman was I that my answer came out in exactly the wrong way. I knew immediately that I'd made a mistake when I saw her face cloud momentarily as she turned to resume our walk, and I had no choice but to follow her as I tried to think how I could rectify the situation.

What I'd intended to say was that I would never want to give her cause to hurt me physically because I knew that I was like a small child compared to her. But what I'd actually said had apparently made it clear to her that I would always be afraid even just to make her angry, certainly no basis on which to establish any kind of relationship. When I tried to clarify what I meant, she cut me off, and before I could continue we emerged from the shaded path into a huge clearing.

In the center of the clearing was a single, large, rather crude hut which had obviously been built by someone, either natives or others who had been marooned on this island. We were both hoping it was the latter; we had not seen anyone during our exploration of the island, a rather ominous sign if the hut had been built by natives. If by people who had been marooned here, the fact that they were no longer on the island would suggest the possibility of rescue. Stephanie suggested we check inside, and I readily agreed.

The interior was fairly spacious, but, except for five bare cots, was empty. At the very least, however, the hut would provide shelter, and since we had no tools to build anything, would have to serve as our base camp. When Stephanie decided to move the cage here from the beach, I had to question whether, even with her great strength, we were capable of doing so, but she seemed determined, and I was not about to quarrel with her decision.

Both of us remained awkwardly quiet during the trek back to the beach, but as we neared it I finally broke the silence with another question. Her initial response suggested a level of mild annoyance, but when I posed it she answered readily, an answer that made me even more fascinated with this amazing woman. I was tempted to again try to explain what I'd really meant back on the shaded path, but something in her demeanor warned me to keep my counsel for a more appropriate time.

When we got back to the beach Stephanie unlocked the cage and ordered the three men to find logs or other round objects we could put under the cage to roll it to our permanent camp. Olson immediately objected, but Stephanie cut him off, making it very clear that she would brook no objections or questions to her orders. All five of us scoured the surrounding areas and eventually came up with four large logs. They weren't straight, but looked like they would roll if we could get them under the cage. The question was, how could we get them under this massively heavy metal cage?

Stephanie ordered the three men to try to lift the front end of the cage while she and I slid the four logs underneath. Afterward,.I came to suspect that she did this only to again demonstrate her physical superiority over all three of them--actually, all four of us--in order to quell any residual thoughts of rebellion they might have had. I have to give them credit; they did their best, heaving and straining for several minutes to lift the cage, just the front end of which had to have weighed at least 500-1000 lbs., but were unable to budge it. Belittling their comparative weakness, Stephanie ordered them to each pick a log and slide it under the cage while she lifted it. Then she moved to the front of the cage and, instead of kneeling as the men had done, bent down and slid her hands under the frame in order to use the strength of her back and legs to raise it.

With a grunt and a mighty heave, she hoisted the front of the cage off the sand to shoulder level and then pushed it up to arm's length so we could reach under it to slide the logs. It was obviously a major effort for her, for I could see her arms quivering from the strain as she exhorted us to hurry before her strength gave out. Despite the fact that she had lifted what the three strong men together could not, the fact that she was at least struggling was somewhat reassuring; I had begun to wonder if this amazing woman was really human or some superhuman immortal from another world!

It took several hours to move the cage from the beach to the clearing, since we had to stop each time a log came out from behind the cage so it could be moved in front and then the cage pushed over it. Stephanie and Olson did the pushing while Reynolds, Sykes and I recycled the logs. But we finally arrived and pushed the cage off the logs so it was planted solidly on the ground. At that point Stephanie told each of the three men to get a cot from the hut and put in inside the cage, making it clear that is where they would be sleeping at night. Apparently she was willing to permit me to share the hut with her, although I suspected it was not out of affection, but her belief, which I shared, that I would be no threat to her under any circumstances.

Since we had not eaten since our arrival on the island, once the three cots had been transferred to the cage, Stephanie lined the three men up and instructed them to search for food. She apparently had noticed a number of fruit trees and plants along the way here, so at least fruits would be available. She made it clear that she expected all three to return promptly and promised dire consequences to anyone who did not. I didn't see much point in trying to escape; the island was fairly large, but much of it was mountainous, and it wasn't likely that, if Stephanie decided to pursue an escapee, he could elude her for long. In my case, I was afraid that if I left the camp she wouldn't bother to look for me, and I would probably never see her again!

About an hour later Olson returned with a small collection of cherries, tomatoes and pears and told us that, despite Stephanie's warning, Reynolds and Sykes had run off to hide, but that he had decided that even being subject to Stephanie's authority and caged every night would be preferable to being at the mercy of the elements in the open. Grim faced, Stephanie ordered him into the cage, locked it behind him, gave the key to me with instructions to remain here and left the camp to go after the two men.

Olson and I ate several pieces of fruit while Stephanie was gone. After about two hours she returned with Reynolds and Sykes tucked securely under each arm. Both men were writhing and squirming in mingled fear and futile rage, but Stephanie's arms holding them in place were like steel bands, immovable. Tersely she ordered me to unlock and open the cage, then close and lock it behind her after she had carried the two men inside. I had no idea what she had in mind for them, but the ease with which she had handled all three men in the past made it clear that she would be able to carry out whatever she intended, and that none of them would be able to prevent her from doing so.

After dumping Reynolds on the middle cot, she put Sykes on his knees on the remaining cot and began fondling his body with both hands. Immediately he collapsed into screaming convulsions of sheer agony, yet it didn't appear that Stephanie was hurting him! Later she told me that she was using her knowledge of martial arts to locate and press various nerve centers located throughout his body, where even moderate pressure would produce intense pain, but no permanent damage. I had moved over to the other side of the cage to see what Stephanie would do, and she had been right; it was hard to watch. I could also see Reynolds whispering to Olson, but when Sykes started screaming, he protested loudly to Stephanie. Moments later Sykes fainted from the pain, and Stephanie moved to Reynolds' cot and repeated the process on his helpless body until he, too, fainted. Watching Olson's face, it was obvious that Stephanie's little demonstration had convinced him, if any convincing had been needed, that trying to escape was not a viable option!

When she was finished I opened the cage door and returned the key to her, and, after she had closed and locked it, she motioned me to follow her into the hut, where she seated herself on one cot and directed me to the other. Then she asked me if what I'd seen in the cage had upset me, and I allowed that it had. For some reason at that point she took great pains to explain her actions and that they had no pleasure for her, as if it were important to her that I understood. It was hard for me to believe that, after what had happened that afternoon and her subsequent attitude toward me, she really cared what I thought; to her I must have seemed little more than an insect, but I was grateful--and somewhat relieved--at her assertion that she did not enjoy inflicting pain on men and that she was even willing to try to make their cage more comfortable for them.

Much later that night I was still trying to get to sleep, wondering what it all meant and what lay in store for me when I was suddenly aware of a looming presence over me. I opened my eyes slightly, just enough to see Stephanie in the dim light standing over my cot looking down at me. I couldn't see the expression on her face and was tempted to say something, but a warning in the back of my mind told me to keep silent. She stood there for several minutes, then turned and left the hut. Assuming she was just going outside to relieve herself, I settled back, resuming my efforts to fall asleep. But then I heard the click of the lock on the cage door followed by a commotion outside the hut, the sounds of struggles and muffled protests. My curiosity aroused, I got up, moved to the edge of the doorway of the hut and looked outside. And immediately wished I hadn't.

In the darkness outside the hut Stephanie, now naked, was kneeling with her bush covering Olson's face, face raping him, while, with his arms trapped behind his head between her thighs, he thrashed about helplessly under her weight. Reynolds and Sykes were each held by arms of steel with their faces pressed against her breasts as, ignoring their frantic struggles, she forcibly suckled them. As I watched in horror, Stephanie threw back her head and moaned as she reached each level of pleasure leading to her final climax and then exploded in paroxysms of orgasmic ecstasy. I turned and went back to my cot, shaken to the core at what I had just witnessed and listening to the sobs of anger, frustration and humiliation followed by the click of the lock on the cage door as the three men were returned to the cage. Moments later I heard her re-enter the hut and lay down on her cot as I continued to feign sleep. And I thought, this woman whom I had admired and adored from a distance for her strength and beauty: was she the goddess I had thought she was or a predatory female sexual monster?

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