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Been a longtime lurker on the site, but it's the first time I've posted some of my work. I dabble on occasion in writing long stories of many, many types. Hopefully writers block won't get me and I can continue where I left off here. Comments are appreciated!
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"It's all over...", yes, that was probably what he was thinking at the time. The only thing he could think after seeing what he did. The right turbine on the plane smoking from whatever the malfunction that took hold of it did; hell, even before it happened, he remembered looking at Clare and giving her a kiss. The two were on a trip to Hawaii; why though, he couldn't quite remember right now. As his eyes finally opened, he saw that he was alone on the sandy white beach. Rubbing his head, he surmised that wherever he was, it sure wasn't Hawaii; that much was sure. Weakly standing up on legs that didn't even feel as if they were his, he got up and looked around at the wreckage from the plane. "Oh great.... You've got to be kidding me..." he muttered, starting towards the pieces of wreckage strewn across the beach. After a few minutes of walking and looking at various pieces of window, wing and parts of electronic equipment, he shuddered to think of what the plane itself looked like; much less the occupants that were inside. Upon finally reaching the... remains of the plane, he decided to look around. From what he could gather, there were a lot of footprints around, all leading in multiple directions away from the wreckage. "Whew..." he sighed, looking up towards the vast blue sky and wiping his brow, "At least there aren't any bodies here. Looks like everyone got away...." and his eyes fell upon a lone sandal left on the beach. Narrowing his eyes, he crouched down and examined what was left of it, noticing the mostly charred strap. Upon further examination, he noticed part of the floral design on the sole, and a piece of blue flower that adorned where the strap went in between the toes. Picking it up, he looked back over towards the many footprints left on the beach, trying to find the set that the sandal's owner belonged to. After minutes of trying to find it but to no avail, he gave up and decided to rest, leaning back against the wreckage of the body; feeling quite tired. As he unbuttoned his shirt, his tired eyes wandered down to the lone sandal in his lap, remembering how it was these exact sandals that first made him interested in her. "Hah... Clare... If only you were here right now..." he thought, holding the sandal in his hand. "Please, be safe; wherever you are..." he whispered, and then fell asleep, letting the creeping darkness take hold of him.
"Ugh, let go of me, let go!!" Clare yelled as one of the women secured her arms behind the pole she was sitting in front of. "Why must you struggle so.... honestly..." came a voice as a woman stepped forward. Shaking the strands of black hair out of her face, she looked up and met the woman's gaze, suddenly feeling a tinge of fear. As the woman walked nearer, Clare couldn't help but look at her. She was at least an inch or two taller than herself, with long dirty blonde hair that reached past her shoulders, and well toned legs. She was tan, but not too tan, and had a smirk placed on her face, which was also quite good looking, Clare noted, feeling just a small tinge of jealousy... also noting that she wasn't much older than her own 23 year old self. The woman wore a tight fitting, from what Clare could surmise was a grass skirt and bikini (although it looked more like a miniskirt than anything), with various pieces of jewelry adorning her wrists, ankles, and neck. Her feet, she noted, were quite well taken care of; not only did ruby red polish adorn her toes, but not even the tiniest rough spot could be seen anywhere; and Clare quickly realized that the other few women she had seen had well taken care of feet. Dismissing the thought as useless, Clare had to squint a little as the woman stopped in front of her, grinning down at her captured beauty. Clare was no slouch herself either, with black hair also reaching just past her shoulders, a slightly tan body with curves in all the right places, and legs that were toned from all the time she spent at the gym; she was quite deserving of the moniker of "gorgeous". "So what do you want with me?" she asked, letting her head droop to her chest and letting out a sigh. "Well, you see..." she said, bending down to look Clare in the face, "It's not very often that we get visitors to this island. In fact, most people tend to avoid getting anywhere even near here...." she said, letting her voice trail off as she ran a finger down Clare's leg. "Needless to say, it's been a long time since I last entertained any guests..." pausing to look back at the few other woman who Clare could only guess were her lackeys, "...wouldn't you agree girls?" The only response came a few giggles from some of the women, others vocally agreeing with her. Trying not to laugh from the tingling sensations the woman was causing to run through Clare's leg, she looked away in a slight huff. "Well, do you have a name?" she asked, through gritted teeth that no one else saw. "Rosa" came the response, and the sensations stopped. Clare turned towards her, only to see Rosa walking back to some suitcases of luggage thrown in a pile. "No need to tell me yours, I'm sure it's in here somewhere. And who knows..." she stopped, turning to her and giving her a wink and a grin that sent a cold shiver down Clare's spine, "Maybe you'll learn to like it here."
“Help me Billy!" she screamed. He could see the tears rolling down Clare's face, feel the anguish in her voice as he saw her being taken away, against her will, to god knows where. And then he awoke, hand tightly clutching the partially ruined sandal as he ran his other hand through his hair tiredly. "How long has it been....?" Billy thought, letting himself fall to the sand, feeling it's warm grainy texture. He rolled over onto his back, watching a cloud drift lazily by in the sky, and immediately thought of Clare. Oh, he missed her so much, but he only thought of her almost haunting cry of helplessness as she was taken away. "Was it just a dream? Or is it just your mind telling you to accept what you don't want to?" he thought, totally unaware of the dull thumps coming up from the other side of the ruined plane body. As he continued to reminisce, a young girl not more than 19 climbed up the ruined plane, sitting on top of it and letting her legs dangle casually off the edge of it; conveniently above where Billy was laying. When he saw the pair of legs dangle off the side of the edge of an overhang, seemingly out of nowhere, it was safe to assume that he was quite surprised. He kept quiet, not allowing the owner the satisfaction of knowing he was down there. Unknowing what else to do, he watched the legs dance and stretch, listening to the girl's yawns of obvious boredom. They were nice legs; obviously tanned from the probability of many years spent on the island, as well as toned. As his eyes cautiously wandered, his gaze fell upon her feet. He couldn't help but allow his eyes to wander over them, and what he saw more-so surprised him than anything. Her feet seemed.... delicate..? He really didn't think that was the right word, but it would have to do. She had well taken care of feet; the soles were very clean, albeit slightly sandy; with a definite arch to them. Unaware to him, a slight bulge was beginning to grow in his pants, but he didn't (or wouldn't) realize it. As his eyes crawled over the bottoms of her feet, the girl stretched and began to wiggle her toes, making him raise an eyebrow. Her toes were as well taken care of as the rest of her feet; having a bright blue nail polish that complimented her feet very well, as well as the rest of what he could see. After another minute or so of looking, Billy turned his head away, feeling very much embarrassed. Not only did he miss Clare deeply, but he was quite embarrassed at the giant bulge pushing against his pants. He closed his eyes and began to remember the fun times she and him used to have. Like the time they had been drunk at a college party and she had dared him to lick her foot. His memory was fuzzy, but he still remembered that he had agreed, and had licked it until it was thoroughly coated in saliva. He smiled a bit when he remembered she had been giggling throughout the little show, and had pulled it away and wiped the "gift" from his tongue on her other pant leg and then began to laugh, calling him a doofus and dragging them both back to get some more drinks. Memories aside, he opened his eyes only to see that the pair of legs were gone. As he stood up, he felt the unbuttoned shirt drop from his body as he searched around to find the whereabouts of the girl. Unknown to him, the girl had circled around him, holding a stick that washed up on the beach in her hands. Unfortunately, by the time Billy had realized where she was, it was too late, as he felt the sudden thwack on the head and, for the secondtime today, felt his world go black.
"Ugh... light.... so bright...." Billy thought, as his eyes focused on the vast blue nothingness. Well, it would have been "nothingness" if that face hadn't been spinning around in front of him. "Wha.... who....?" he babbled, barely aware he was indeed conscious. "Well, look who's finally awake!" exclaimed the girl, who then proceeded to giggle some. "I couldn't help but notice how cute you look when you're asleep" she added, watching Billy sit up on his arms. "Ugh... gee.... thanks... I guess." he groaned, rubbing the back of his head and wincing at her. "The hell did you knock me out for? Christ... this hurts like a mother..." he grumbled, looking at the girl and taking in her appearance. She was a brunette, on the lower side of 5 feet,; from what he could assume. She had the same garb on as the others (unknown to Billy) although her skirt came down to her knees. Billy felt himself blush a little, but quickly dismissed it, "Uh.... my name's Billy, and me and some others seemed to have crash landed on this island. Uhm...." and before he could get another word out, the girl replied, "My name's Mia, and, you're currently on the island of Lohenza". She stood up and took a few steps away, looking towards the sea. "It's not very often that things happen on this island, but when they do, it can get pretty... interesting around here, to say the least." she said, turning and gave a slight smile to Billy. "I don't know where any of the others from your plane got off to, but I remember one of them... she was a very pretty girl with black hair..." letting her voice trail off as she rested her head on her chest, beginning to walk away. "Wait, did you just say black hair?" he asked, watching her stop. He immediately thought of Clare, and asked, "Where is she, was she hurt? Please, you have to tell me!" he half yelled, feeling the tension in the back of his mind well up. "Hmmm... well... maybe I know where she is, maybe I don't." Mia looked at him, walking back over and stopping in front of him. He looked back up at her, feeling anger starting to creep into him as he tried not to let it show. He tried getting up but his legs just wouldn't cooperate as he fell back down and let them splay outwards, leaning his weight on the hull. "No good.... I must still be woozy after that bump..." he thought, and again asked her, "Please, that girl means a lot to me... I need to know where she is!" "Hmmm...." came a reply, sounding calculating and cunning. "How about you and I play a little game? You win, and I tell you what you want to know, but if I win.... well... who knows what'll happen." she said, giving him a wink at the end. Billy knew in his mind that he shouldn't take her up on her offer; that he should get up and get out of there; but something made him stay.... what though, he couldn't quite figure out as he silently nodded in agreeance to Mia's little game.
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"What a fool....", Mia thought to herself as she took a seat directly in front of Billy. "I'll have him right where I want him in just a little while.", and brushing her true feelings aside, she put on quite a facade for him. "So what exactly is this game we're going to play?" Billy asked, feeling a bit apprehensive as he watched her carefully. "Well...." she said, stretching her arms and yawning a bit, "I thought we could play a little game that would challenge..." she stopped, lazily picking up her right foot and placing it right in front of Billy's crotch, "....Ones fortuity. What do you think about that Billy?" she cooed, slowly wiggling and flexing her toes back and forth, mere centimeters away from his privates. Although he didn't want to look, he couldn't help but watch as the motions took place; her moving her foot, the lazy, teasing undertones in her voice, and the wiggling of those bright blue toes.... Billy could already feel his member starting to swell. As guilty as Billy felt at the moment, he couldn't do anything to stifle the now obvious erection he had in his pants. He merely tried to inch away from her outstretched foot, but that didn't work, as she touched those devilish toes to his erection, halting his movement with ease and grace. "Where are you going Billy?" she cooed, flexing her digits slowly over the tip of his penis. "Didn't you want to play my game? If you quit now, I won't tell you where your little friend is..." "Fine.... I'll..." Billy retorted, feeling a sudden chill run up his spine as he clearly struggled to keep cool, "I'll stay... I'm not going anywhere..." and he settled back closer to her, letting her toes have more access to dance across what they wished. "Why... are... you doing this..?" he asked, trying to keep a moan from escaping his lips as she scratched her toes under the bottom of his erection. "I know you have a foot fetish... I saw you after my little..." she trailed off, moving her other foot to his erection and increasing the slow torture two-fold, "... sole show." she grinned, watching him start to writhe a little as his penis continued to swell, threatening to burst from his pants. Billy opened his eyes as he felt Mia's second foot join in the fray, and that's when he grabbed both of them and held them still. She could tell he was shaken as he replied, "So what... if I have a foot fetish... What's it matter?" and his grip loosened on her feet; not enough to renew the previous torture, but enough so that she could tease him in a new way. "You see Billy, I'm part of a special tribe of women who live here on Lohenza... and when we get..." she paused, trying to think of the right phrase to use, "new arrivals, we tend to try and keep them around for as long as we can. Usually, we keep whatever males we find, not only to help repopulate our tribe, but we also keep them as personal slaves." and with that, she began to slowly wiggle her toes in his hands, feeling his grip loosen even more. "It's a ritual on this island that if a male outsider should appear, and if they're good enough for our standards, that we try our hardest to keep them here." she added, watching his gaze seem to become... distant, almost far off. "There was a special curse place on this island long ago by one of the elder shamans" she continued, pulling her feet free and placing them gently on his chest, feeling his heart beat faster under her soles. "that if a tribeswoman is to make a man come by any means from her own doing, that that man is to remain a slave to her, and a slave to the island." Mia watched as Billy's gaze turned from distant, back to one of curiosity and apprehension, as he eyed her legs up and down. "Many a man has tried to swim away after submitting to a woman here, but has always ended up back at this island, no matter how fast or hard they try to swim away." Billy couldn't believe what he was hearing... It seemed pretty far-fetched, but then again, "this girl wouldn't be sitting her rubbing her feet on me if she just wanted to be friends", he thought. Not sure how to feel, and running on very mixed emotions, he asked, "What if the man is able to.... to not..." and felt his words being choked up, almost as if there was some kind of magic in the air keeping him from asking his question. "What if the man is able to... what?" Mia asked, beginning to rub his erection again, stiffening it up. "What if the man is able to keep from coming while he's on this island?" he half grunted, half whispered, even surprising himself at the roughness in his voice. "Well, then I guess that they're free to go then... aren't they?" she said, continuing to rub and watch him writhe in torturous delight.
As the little "game" dragged on, Billy started to feel like himself again, the uneasiness in his body slowly drifting away; but there was only one problem... Although he desperately wanted to get away from Mia, from her deadly beautiful feet, the more it seemed it was harder and harder to do. After talking with each other for what seemed to Billy like forever, he had at some point, undone his pants and allowed the torture to continue on his bare cock, grunting and groaning as Mia rubbed and teased. He couldn't quite remember why he did it, but felt as though it were for the right reasons. Billy was far out of touch with reality, and the only thing he could focus on was the extreme pleasure he was receiving, not caring about anything, or anyone else. He wasn't sure why he was letting this happen to him, as he was fully aware of what would happen if he were to spill his hot load, but he believed that it had something to do with Mia's voice. It was enchanting... to say the least, once you started listening to it, you didn't want to ever leave it, it felt like some kind of drug, but it wasn't; at least, that's what Billy thought, but he quickly dismissed this idea as false. He wouldn't believe that Mia, his Mia, was responsible for the position he was in currently. She sat and watched him, knowing full well that she had him right where she wanted him. As he massaged her right foot slowly, feeling the soft flesh give way under his fingers, she worked his shaft between the toes of her left foot slowly, knowing that most likely he must be near his breaking point. She smiled, enjoying the reward she was receiving, and the slave she was to be soon getting as she herself began to moan as he massaged her toes. "Mmmm.... you're so good to me Billy...." she sighed, now content with running her toes along the underside of his shaft, feeling him squirm. "I bet you're awfully hungry... aren't you?" she grinned, wiggling her toes in his face as he eyed them hungrily. "Yes.... I am pretty hungry actually.." he replied, keeping himself from her foot until she said he could have it. "Since you've been such a good boy... I think you deserve a treat." silently grinning as she reached for a satchel she had brought with her, and retrieved a small bottle out of it. "Whatever resistance Billy has left..." she thought, knowing that it was probably in the area of nil to none, "is about to be wiped out." Pulling the cork of the bottle, Billy stared in a feverish hunger as she poured the violet contents over her right foot, feeling it trickle between her toes and down her instep. She giggled a little bit as she wiggled her toes under his nose and watched as he began to feast, slurping and licking over her entire foot as if he were a hungry cat lapping at milk. "That's it... keep licking it up." she thought, smiling as he finished licking her foot clean and layed back against the hull. As Mia repositioned her feet around Billy's shaft, aiming to finish him off all over her toes, Billy heard a voice... distant... in the back of his mind. "Mmmm... who are you?" he felt himself ask inwardly as Mia's toes began to pump. "Billy please! You have to fight it! Please, you have to help me!" the voice sounded so familiar, but he couldn't quite place it, although he remembered it as he felt himself get nearer and nearer towards his release; Mia watching him intently and pumping faster. "Wait.... I remember now..." he thought, feeling the wave of intensity pushing at his last gate of defense. "I love you" the voice said, and Billy instantly remembered, he remembered everything; why he was there, and what he had to do. "Please Billy, won't you come for me, won't you come for your Mia?" she asked, and before the hot juices spilled across her feet, he threw her off and away from him. She quickly got up and looked at him, and saw the fire burning inside of his eyes. "It was a nice trick Mia." he coldly told her, fastening the button on his pants and standing up, "But it's not going to work anymore." She scoffed at him, wiping sand from her face off. "That's what you think. I don't know how you broke out of my spell, but you did." she retorted as they both eyed each other. "Even though I'm powerless to do anything to you now, I hope you enjoy my parting gift... And just so you know... that little... friend of yours is somewhere within the jungle..." she trailed off, turning around and beginning to walk towards the treeline. Billy started after her, "What do you mean!?" he yelled, stopping as she disappeared within the trees. But no answer came; nothing but the sounds of the waves lashing the beach and the birds that housed in the jungle greeted him. He could see the sun setting on the horizon, and knew full well that night would soon be upon him. As he started into the jungle, he began to plan his route in his head but stopped, licking his lips to find that a little of the violet, syrup-like liquid was still there. Once he licked it off, he felt a slight emptiness, almost like a long lost longing.... But he shook it off. Whatever Mia had done to him was in the past, and he needed to worry about what was to come if he had any hope of finding Clare. "Don't worry baby, I'm coming for you." he thought, and began to venture into the jungle.
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"It's all over...", yes, that was probably what he was thinking at the time. The only thing he could think after seeing what he did. The right turbine on the plane smoking from whatever the malfunction that took hold of it did; hell, even before it happened, he remembered looking at Clare and giving her a kiss. The two were on a trip to Hawaii; why though, he couldn't quite remember right now. As his eyes finally opened, he saw that he was alone on the sandy white beach. Rubbing his head, he surmised that wherever he was, it sure wasn't Hawaii; that much was sure. Weakly standing up on legs that didn't even feel as if they were his, he got up and looked around at the wreckage from the plane. "Oh great.... You've got to be kidding me..." he muttered, starting towards the pieces of wreckage strewn across the beach. After a few minutes of walking and looking at various pieces of window, wing and parts of electronic equipment, he shuddered to think of what the plane itself looked like; much less the occupants that were inside. Upon finally reaching the... remains of the plane, he decided to look around. From what he could gather, there were a lot of footprints around, all leading in multiple directions away from the wreckage. "Whew..." he sighed, looking up towards the vast blue sky and wiping his brow, "At least there aren't any bodies here. Looks like everyone got away...." and his eyes fell upon a lone sandal left on the beach. Narrowing his eyes, he crouched down and examined what was left of it, noticing the mostly charred strap. Upon further examination, he noticed part of the floral design on the sole, and a piece of blue flower that adorned where the strap went in between the toes. Picking it up, he looked back over towards the many footprints left on the beach, trying to find the set that the sandal's owner belonged to. After minutes of trying to find it but to no avail, he gave up and decided to rest, leaning back against the wreckage of the body; feeling quite tired. As he unbuttoned his shirt, his tired eyes wandered down to the lone sandal in his lap, remembering how it was these exact sandals that first made him interested in her. "Hah... Clare... If only you were here right now..." he thought, holding the sandal in his hand. "Please, be safe; wherever you are..." he whispered, and then fell asleep, letting the creeping darkness take hold of him.
"Ugh, let go of me, let go!!" Clare yelled as one of the women secured her arms behind the pole she was sitting in front of. "Why must you struggle so.... honestly..." came a voice as a woman stepped forward. Shaking the strands of black hair out of her face, she looked up and met the woman's gaze, suddenly feeling a tinge of fear. As the woman walked nearer, Clare couldn't help but look at her. She was at least an inch or two taller than herself, with long dirty blonde hair that reached past her shoulders, and well toned legs. She was tan, but not too tan, and had a smirk placed on her face, which was also quite good looking, Clare noted, feeling just a small tinge of jealousy... also noting that she wasn't much older than her own 23 year old self. The woman wore a tight fitting, from what Clare could surmise was a grass skirt and bikini (although it looked more like a miniskirt than anything), with various pieces of jewelry adorning her wrists, ankles, and neck. Her feet, she noted, were quite well taken care of; not only did ruby red polish adorn her toes, but not even the tiniest rough spot could be seen anywhere; and Clare quickly realized that the other few women she had seen had well taken care of feet. Dismissing the thought as useless, Clare had to squint a little as the woman stopped in front of her, grinning down at her captured beauty. Clare was no slouch herself either, with black hair also reaching just past her shoulders, a slightly tan body with curves in all the right places, and legs that were toned from all the time she spent at the gym; she was quite deserving of the moniker of "gorgeous". "So what do you want with me?" she asked, letting her head droop to her chest and letting out a sigh. "Well, you see..." she said, bending down to look Clare in the face, "It's not very often that we get visitors to this island. In fact, most people tend to avoid getting anywhere even near here...." she said, letting her voice trail off as she ran a finger down Clare's leg. "Needless to say, it's been a long time since I last entertained any guests..." pausing to look back at the few other woman who Clare could only guess were her lackeys, "...wouldn't you agree girls?" The only response came a few giggles from some of the women, others vocally agreeing with her. Trying not to laugh from the tingling sensations the woman was causing to run through Clare's leg, she looked away in a slight huff. "Well, do you have a name?" she asked, through gritted teeth that no one else saw. "Rosa" came the response, and the sensations stopped. Clare turned towards her, only to see Rosa walking back to some suitcases of luggage thrown in a pile. "No need to tell me yours, I'm sure it's in here somewhere. And who knows..." she stopped, turning to her and giving her a wink and a grin that sent a cold shiver down Clare's spine, "Maybe you'll learn to like it here."
“Help me Billy!" she screamed. He could see the tears rolling down Clare's face, feel the anguish in her voice as he saw her being taken away, against her will, to god knows where. And then he awoke, hand tightly clutching the partially ruined sandal as he ran his other hand through his hair tiredly. "How long has it been....?" Billy thought, letting himself fall to the sand, feeling it's warm grainy texture. He rolled over onto his back, watching a cloud drift lazily by in the sky, and immediately thought of Clare. Oh, he missed her so much, but he only thought of her almost haunting cry of helplessness as she was taken away. "Was it just a dream? Or is it just your mind telling you to accept what you don't want to?" he thought, totally unaware of the dull thumps coming up from the other side of the ruined plane body. As he continued to reminisce, a young girl not more than 19 climbed up the ruined plane, sitting on top of it and letting her legs dangle casually off the edge of it; conveniently above where Billy was laying. When he saw the pair of legs dangle off the side of the edge of an overhang, seemingly out of nowhere, it was safe to assume that he was quite surprised. He kept quiet, not allowing the owner the satisfaction of knowing he was down there. Unknowing what else to do, he watched the legs dance and stretch, listening to the girl's yawns of obvious boredom. They were nice legs; obviously tanned from the probability of many years spent on the island, as well as toned. As his eyes cautiously wandered, his gaze fell upon her feet. He couldn't help but allow his eyes to wander over them, and what he saw more-so surprised him than anything. Her feet seemed.... delicate..? He really didn't think that was the right word, but it would have to do. She had well taken care of feet; the soles were very clean, albeit slightly sandy; with a definite arch to them. Unaware to him, a slight bulge was beginning to grow in his pants, but he didn't (or wouldn't) realize it. As his eyes crawled over the bottoms of her feet, the girl stretched and began to wiggle her toes, making him raise an eyebrow. Her toes were as well taken care of as the rest of her feet; having a bright blue nail polish that complimented her feet very well, as well as the rest of what he could see. After another minute or so of looking, Billy turned his head away, feeling very much embarrassed. Not only did he miss Clare deeply, but he was quite embarrassed at the giant bulge pushing against his pants. He closed his eyes and began to remember the fun times she and him used to have. Like the time they had been drunk at a college party and she had dared him to lick her foot. His memory was fuzzy, but he still remembered that he had agreed, and had licked it until it was thoroughly coated in saliva. He smiled a bit when he remembered she had been giggling throughout the little show, and had pulled it away and wiped the "gift" from his tongue on her other pant leg and then began to laugh, calling him a doofus and dragging them both back to get some more drinks. Memories aside, he opened his eyes only to see that the pair of legs were gone. As he stood up, he felt the unbuttoned shirt drop from his body as he searched around to find the whereabouts of the girl. Unknown to him, the girl had circled around him, holding a stick that washed up on the beach in her hands. Unfortunately, by the time Billy had realized where she was, it was too late, as he felt the sudden thwack on the head and, for the secondtime today, felt his world go black.
"Ugh... light.... so bright...." Billy thought, as his eyes focused on the vast blue nothingness. Well, it would have been "nothingness" if that face hadn't been spinning around in front of him. "Wha.... who....?" he babbled, barely aware he was indeed conscious. "Well, look who's finally awake!" exclaimed the girl, who then proceeded to giggle some. "I couldn't help but notice how cute you look when you're asleep" she added, watching Billy sit up on his arms. "Ugh... gee.... thanks... I guess." he groaned, rubbing the back of his head and wincing at her. "The hell did you knock me out for? Christ... this hurts like a mother..." he grumbled, looking at the girl and taking in her appearance. She was a brunette, on the lower side of 5 feet,; from what he could assume. She had the same garb on as the others (unknown to Billy) although her skirt came down to her knees. Billy felt himself blush a little, but quickly dismissed it, "Uh.... my name's Billy, and me and some others seemed to have crash landed on this island. Uhm...." and before he could get another word out, the girl replied, "My name's Mia, and, you're currently on the island of Lohenza". She stood up and took a few steps away, looking towards the sea. "It's not very often that things happen on this island, but when they do, it can get pretty... interesting around here, to say the least." she said, turning and gave a slight smile to Billy. "I don't know where any of the others from your plane got off to, but I remember one of them... she was a very pretty girl with black hair..." letting her voice trail off as she rested her head on her chest, beginning to walk away. "Wait, did you just say black hair?" he asked, watching her stop. He immediately thought of Clare, and asked, "Where is she, was she hurt? Please, you have to tell me!" he half yelled, feeling the tension in the back of his mind well up. "Hmmm... well... maybe I know where she is, maybe I don't." Mia looked at him, walking back over and stopping in front of him. He looked back up at her, feeling anger starting to creep into him as he tried not to let it show. He tried getting up but his legs just wouldn't cooperate as he fell back down and let them splay outwards, leaning his weight on the hull. "No good.... I must still be woozy after that bump..." he thought, and again asked her, "Please, that girl means a lot to me... I need to know where she is!" "Hmmm...." came a reply, sounding calculating and cunning. "How about you and I play a little game? You win, and I tell you what you want to know, but if I win.... well... who knows what'll happen." she said, giving him a wink at the end. Billy knew in his mind that he shouldn't take her up on her offer; that he should get up and get out of there; but something made him stay.... what though, he couldn't quite figure out as he silently nodded in agreeance to Mia's little game.
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"What a fool....", Mia thought to herself as she took a seat directly in front of Billy. "I'll have him right where I want him in just a little while.", and brushing her true feelings aside, she put on quite a facade for him. "So what exactly is this game we're going to play?" Billy asked, feeling a bit apprehensive as he watched her carefully. "Well...." she said, stretching her arms and yawning a bit, "I thought we could play a little game that would challenge..." she stopped, lazily picking up her right foot and placing it right in front of Billy's crotch, "....Ones fortuity. What do you think about that Billy?" she cooed, slowly wiggling and flexing her toes back and forth, mere centimeters away from his privates. Although he didn't want to look, he couldn't help but watch as the motions took place; her moving her foot, the lazy, teasing undertones in her voice, and the wiggling of those bright blue toes.... Billy could already feel his member starting to swell. As guilty as Billy felt at the moment, he couldn't do anything to stifle the now obvious erection he had in his pants. He merely tried to inch away from her outstretched foot, but that didn't work, as she touched those devilish toes to his erection, halting his movement with ease and grace. "Where are you going Billy?" she cooed, flexing her digits slowly over the tip of his penis. "Didn't you want to play my game? If you quit now, I won't tell you where your little friend is..." "Fine.... I'll..." Billy retorted, feeling a sudden chill run up his spine as he clearly struggled to keep cool, "I'll stay... I'm not going anywhere..." and he settled back closer to her, letting her toes have more access to dance across what they wished. "Why... are... you doing this..?" he asked, trying to keep a moan from escaping his lips as she scratched her toes under the bottom of his erection. "I know you have a foot fetish... I saw you after my little..." she trailed off, moving her other foot to his erection and increasing the slow torture two-fold, "... sole show." she grinned, watching him start to writhe a little as his penis continued to swell, threatening to burst from his pants. Billy opened his eyes as he felt Mia's second foot join in the fray, and that's when he grabbed both of them and held them still. She could tell he was shaken as he replied, "So what... if I have a foot fetish... What's it matter?" and his grip loosened on her feet; not enough to renew the previous torture, but enough so that she could tease him in a new way. "You see Billy, I'm part of a special tribe of women who live here on Lohenza... and when we get..." she paused, trying to think of the right phrase to use, "new arrivals, we tend to try and keep them around for as long as we can. Usually, we keep whatever males we find, not only to help repopulate our tribe, but we also keep them as personal slaves." and with that, she began to slowly wiggle her toes in his hands, feeling his grip loosen even more. "It's a ritual on this island that if a male outsider should appear, and if they're good enough for our standards, that we try our hardest to keep them here." she added, watching his gaze seem to become... distant, almost far off. "There was a special curse place on this island long ago by one of the elder shamans" she continued, pulling her feet free and placing them gently on his chest, feeling his heart beat faster under her soles. "that if a tribeswoman is to make a man come by any means from her own doing, that that man is to remain a slave to her, and a slave to the island." Mia watched as Billy's gaze turned from distant, back to one of curiosity and apprehension, as he eyed her legs up and down. "Many a man has tried to swim away after submitting to a woman here, but has always ended up back at this island, no matter how fast or hard they try to swim away." Billy couldn't believe what he was hearing... It seemed pretty far-fetched, but then again, "this girl wouldn't be sitting her rubbing her feet on me if she just wanted to be friends", he thought. Not sure how to feel, and running on very mixed emotions, he asked, "What if the man is able to.... to not..." and felt his words being choked up, almost as if there was some kind of magic in the air keeping him from asking his question. "What if the man is able to... what?" Mia asked, beginning to rub his erection again, stiffening it up. "What if the man is able to keep from coming while he's on this island?" he half grunted, half whispered, even surprising himself at the roughness in his voice. "Well, then I guess that they're free to go then... aren't they?" she said, continuing to rub and watch him writhe in torturous delight.
As the little "game" dragged on, Billy started to feel like himself again, the uneasiness in his body slowly drifting away; but there was only one problem... Although he desperately wanted to get away from Mia, from her deadly beautiful feet, the more it seemed it was harder and harder to do. After talking with each other for what seemed to Billy like forever, he had at some point, undone his pants and allowed the torture to continue on his bare cock, grunting and groaning as Mia rubbed and teased. He couldn't quite remember why he did it, but felt as though it were for the right reasons. Billy was far out of touch with reality, and the only thing he could focus on was the extreme pleasure he was receiving, not caring about anything, or anyone else. He wasn't sure why he was letting this happen to him, as he was fully aware of what would happen if he were to spill his hot load, but he believed that it had something to do with Mia's voice. It was enchanting... to say the least, once you started listening to it, you didn't want to ever leave it, it felt like some kind of drug, but it wasn't; at least, that's what Billy thought, but he quickly dismissed this idea as false. He wouldn't believe that Mia, his Mia, was responsible for the position he was in currently. She sat and watched him, knowing full well that she had him right where she wanted him. As he massaged her right foot slowly, feeling the soft flesh give way under his fingers, she worked his shaft between the toes of her left foot slowly, knowing that most likely he must be near his breaking point. She smiled, enjoying the reward she was receiving, and the slave she was to be soon getting as she herself began to moan as he massaged her toes. "Mmmm.... you're so good to me Billy...." she sighed, now content with running her toes along the underside of his shaft, feeling him squirm. "I bet you're awfully hungry... aren't you?" she grinned, wiggling her toes in his face as he eyed them hungrily. "Yes.... I am pretty hungry actually.." he replied, keeping himself from her foot until she said he could have it. "Since you've been such a good boy... I think you deserve a treat." silently grinning as she reached for a satchel she had brought with her, and retrieved a small bottle out of it. "Whatever resistance Billy has left..." she thought, knowing that it was probably in the area of nil to none, "is about to be wiped out." Pulling the cork of the bottle, Billy stared in a feverish hunger as she poured the violet contents over her right foot, feeling it trickle between her toes and down her instep. She giggled a little bit as she wiggled her toes under his nose and watched as he began to feast, slurping and licking over her entire foot as if he were a hungry cat lapping at milk. "That's it... keep licking it up." she thought, smiling as he finished licking her foot clean and layed back against the hull. As Mia repositioned her feet around Billy's shaft, aiming to finish him off all over her toes, Billy heard a voice... distant... in the back of his mind. "Mmmm... who are you?" he felt himself ask inwardly as Mia's toes began to pump. "Billy please! You have to fight it! Please, you have to help me!" the voice sounded so familiar, but he couldn't quite place it, although he remembered it as he felt himself get nearer and nearer towards his release; Mia watching him intently and pumping faster. "Wait.... I remember now..." he thought, feeling the wave of intensity pushing at his last gate of defense. "I love you" the voice said, and Billy instantly remembered, he remembered everything; why he was there, and what he had to do. "Please Billy, won't you come for me, won't you come for your Mia?" she asked, and before the hot juices spilled across her feet, he threw her off and away from him. She quickly got up and looked at him, and saw the fire burning inside of his eyes. "It was a nice trick Mia." he coldly told her, fastening the button on his pants and standing up, "But it's not going to work anymore." She scoffed at him, wiping sand from her face off. "That's what you think. I don't know how you broke out of my spell, but you did." she retorted as they both eyed each other. "Even though I'm powerless to do anything to you now, I hope you enjoy my parting gift... And just so you know... that little... friend of yours is somewhere within the jungle..." she trailed off, turning around and beginning to walk towards the treeline. Billy started after her, "What do you mean!?" he yelled, stopping as she disappeared within the trees. But no answer came; nothing but the sounds of the waves lashing the beach and the birds that housed in the jungle greeted him. He could see the sun setting on the horizon, and knew full well that night would soon be upon him. As he started into the jungle, he began to plan his route in his head but stopped, licking his lips to find that a little of the violet, syrup-like liquid was still there. Once he licked it off, he felt a slight emptiness, almost like a long lost longing.... But he shook it off. Whatever Mia had done to him was in the past, and he needed to worry about what was to come if he had any hope of finding Clare. "Don't worry baby, I'm coming for you." he thought, and began to venture into the jungle.
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