ISLAND MISTRESS 3

After what I had seen I slept fitfully the rest of the night, When I awakened the next morning the sun was shining through the roof, and Stephanie was gone. I got up and went outside to find the camp deserted; the cage was empty, and neither Stephanie nor any of the three men were anywhere to be found. Perplexed, I stood outside the entrance to the hut wondering what to do next. Then I realized that I was hungry, and that the fruit Olson had brought back the day before was gone. The most logical assumption was that Stephanie had taken the three men out looking for more food, and that I would be wise to do the same. It would also give me time to think; my mind was still whirling from the spectacle of the night before.

As I wandered back along the shaded path that led to the beach I found myself looking sadly down at the ground instead of searching for more fruit. I felt crushed by what I had seen: the woman I had adored and admired as a goddess of strength and beauty cruelly brutalizing and raping three helpless men for no apparent reason other than her own sexual satisfaction! How could I have possibly considered giving myself to such a creature, and what would happen to me if she decided on me as her next victim? Even worse, there was a good chance that I was still in love with her! My reverie was interrupted by a familiar voice that came from behind me and jolted me back into reality.

I stopped and turned to see Stephanie approach me and lay a hand on my shoulder. When she asked if I was trying to run away from her I decided to risk being completely candid with her, and when I revealed that I had witnessed what she had done to the three men last night after she had thought I was asleep, she was clearly shocked and dismayed.

Obviously upset, she turned me, gently took my face in her hands and, looking down at me, explained her actions and, in so doing, confessed her feelings for me. I was stunned at this revelation, but somehow managed to tell her how I felt as well and that she had completely misinterpreted what I had said to her on the shaded path the day before.

When I said that her face lit up like a beacon and I was able to explain what I had really meant yesterday and how I really felt about her and how little I really expected from her. To my amazement she told me that I was the kind of man she'd been looking for all her life, a man who, because he was so much smaller and weaker than she, could love her, and not resent her, for her size and strength and could willingly accept the role of the weaker sex in what would otherwise be a normal, loving relationship. In truth, that was what I, too, had been searching for all my life, and I couldn't believe that I had finally found the dream of a lifetime!

The next thing I knew I was in her arms, held tightly, but gently, on tiptoe against her powerful, shapely body, my head pressed against her chest as she lovingly told me what our life together would be like. Frankly, while I wasn't sure if our life together would continue if we were rescued, at that moment I didn't care; it was enough that I was being held in the arms of the woman of my dreams!

Then, suddenly, without warning, I was swept up off my feet and into a crushing embrace that all but took my breath away as her hungry, open mouth found mine and captured it in a kiss that seemed to last an eternity. My head swam in the passion of her embrace, vaguely aware of the pressure of her mighty arms around my body and her tongue intertwining with mine and exploring the inside of my mouth at will, but through the haze I was aware of only one thing: I wanted this woman to take me more than anything else in the world!

It seemed that she had the same idea. Without freeing my captive mouth from her passionate kiss which all but made our open mouths as one, she swung me up to cradle me like a small child in her powerful arms and began to carry me back in the direction of the camp. My head was now resting against her shoulder, and I had to wonder if this was real or nothing but a dream. I was soon to find out that my position was very, very real!

Ever since Steph had told me what she did for a living I had been ruminating over her claim that she was able to juggle three men in her act; despite her obvious capabilities, that was almost impossible to believe. So, when she finally--and reluctantly--released my lips I made the mistake of asking her how such a feat was possible, never dreaming that she would jump at the chance to show me. I immediately tried to back down, but the die had been cast, and I was about to be jolted into reality by becoming a human juggling ball!

Before I could do more than utter a feeble protest, Steph shifted her hold on me and forced my thighs up against my chest and tucked my lower legs against my thighs with my feet pressed firmly against my buttocks. She then ordered me to wrap my arms around my ankles to that I would remain doubled up and, once I had done so, transferred my entire weight to the palm of her left hand, balancing my body by my butt over four feet above the ground without any sign of effort or strain as she continued down the path toward our camp. Of course, having seen her pick up Olson, who was more than twice my weight, with one hand and throw him a good 15-20 feet into his companions should have told me that my 110 lbs. would prove no problem for her, but I was still dumbfounded and could only yelp in mingled surprise and concern..

The next thing I knew I was sailing up into the air above her head to land, butt first, on her extended, open right hand, only to be tossed back into the air and returned to her left. Flipping me back and forth like a human ball, she continued down the path toward the camp while I could only yelp in terror and hang onto my ankles for dear life wondering if I was going to get through this ordeal unscathed. For her part, Steph seemed to be having the time of her life at my expense, and there wasn't a thing I could do about it without risking a broken neck if she dropped me!

Finally she revealed the magic word that would bring her juggling act to a halt, just as we emerged from the path and crossed the open space to the clearing and our camp, and I wasted no time in using it! Steph then transferred my doubled up body to her left arm, cradling me against her chest like a baby and gently patting my butt with her right hand as she carried me to the hut.

None of the other men were there. Steph continued to tease me as she carried me to the hut. I didn't know how she was going to ravish me, but I had already made up my mind--and in fact had pledged to her earlier--that I would gladly give her pleasure any way she wanted to take it from me. I just hoped it wouldn't hurt too much!

But after we'd entered the hut, we both had stripped and she had moved the two cots together, she told me what she had in mind for me. It sounded wonderful, as though she were more interested in my pleasure than her own, and stimulated me to ask permission to make love to her, at least to the extent of normal foreplay. Since I had already begun to smell the musk odor of her desire, it didn't seem as though she needed much stimulation, but, like her, I wanted to give her as much pleasure as I could. She seemed surprised; she apparently had assumed, because I was so attracted to a women so much taller and stronger than I, that I was a sexual submissive expecting her to do all the work, but was pleased and readily consented to my proposal.

She laid back on the double cot, and I dutifully placed myself between her mighty thighs and began fondling and kissing her bare breasts while at the same time titillating her clitoris with the end of my penis without trying to penetrate her. Almost immediately the odor of musk flooded the hut, and my penis, which had been standing at attention from the time I saw her naked, sent pangs of desire coursing through my lower body. At the same time she was writhing and moaning in her own ecstasy and desire as I slowly kissed and fondled my way down her body to her gateway to paradise..

Finally I was there, and her scream of ecstasy and the taste of her vaginal juices told me that she had reached at least her first plateau of pleasure. Her hands gripped my head briefly to hold me in place, but when her orgasm had subsided she told me that she was taking charge, flipped me over onto my back and mounted me, taking my rigid shaft inside her.

As she began to work me, her hands wandered over my body, pressing here, lightly tickling there, and flooding my consciousness with unbelievable spasms of orgasmic ecstasy. By then we were moaning in unison, but as my body threatened to erupt she seemed to know I was close and tightened the muscles of her vagina around my penis so as to prevent my climax until she was ready, and then we came together. Even in my own throes of ecstasy, during which I barely heard her own cries and moans of pleasure over my own, I was amazed at the ease and sureness with which she had controlled my body and in the process had given me far greater pleasure than I had ever experienced before! And I knew then that I was irrevocably chained to the magnificent Amazon for as long as she wanted me and that, if I ever lost her, my life would never be the same!

Afterward, she rolled off me, told me how wonderful the experience had been for her and then took me in her arms and kissed me long and hard. I was overjoyed, for it meant that there was at least a chance that I would be able to stay with her even if we were rescued. And then, as if on cue, we heard the three men outside calling to us that our rescue was actually at hand! And I began to wonder if she'd really meant what she'd just said to me...and beginning to dread the moment I would find out!

We quickly dressed and went outside to meet the three men. Stephanie, apparently willing to let bygones be bygones, offered them their clothes back, which she had placed inside the hut, and suggested that they move their cots out of the cage and into the hut.. But then she said something that rang in my ear: "What had happened here would be treated as if it had never happened," so as to spare the three men any further unnecessary humiliation of by having it generally known that the three of them had been overpowered and dominated by a single woman. I had to know if she intended to apply the same rule to our relationship, As the men proceeded to move the cots from the cage into the hut, I posed the question to her,

In response, she hugged me to her, caressed my cheek with her mighty, but gentle, left hand and informed me in no uncertain terms what my life was going to be like from here on in. She would be the taller, stronger partner--over a foot taller in high heels--as well as the breadwinner through her night club acts and movie acting roles. She would be my provider, protector, lover, and, when necessary, my disciplinarian, and, as the weaker sex in our relationship, I would be powerless to change any part of it, Nor, feeling snug and safe in this mighty Amazon's powerful arms, could I ever conceive that I would want to. Later, on the ship transporting us to the mainland, responding to a question as to how they had found us so quickly, we were told that the radio operator on our cruise ship had been able to get a message to the authorities giving our position as the ship went down. Since this was the nearest island, this was the first place they looked. We were also told that we were the only survivors of the sunken ship.

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