Penal Island

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, pinching 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.”