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.