The Island: Pt. 21 - Murder Death Kill

Moments later she screamed as her orgasm ripped through her. Louis felt the muscles of her vagina gripping him tightly and he gasped. His back arched enough to lift the blonde's knees off the ground as he came inside her, pumping pulse after pulse of hot cum into her. This seemed to set her off even more and she shrieked in ecstasy, her entire body shuddering uncontrollably. Her head fell forward as she began to relax, and she showered his face with breathless kisses. "Ohhhh... Louis. That was awesome... eek!"

She gave a surprised cry as Louis rolled her over onto her back and pushed himself deep into her. Stella breathed a long, contented sigh as his cock penetrated her fully and she began to pant and squirm in pleasure as he fucked her at a furious pace, shafting her mercilessly as she moaned helplessly beneath him. The buxom blonde wrapped her legs around him and pulled him in deeper as he pounded her. Louis was young, fit and well-endowed and he happily screwed the blonde with long even strokes that pummelled her squirming body into the towel. Having already come once he was able to last, and he shafted her thoroughly, rhythmically pushing his cock balls deep into her. Stella felt herself growing increasingly hot and breathless as the sensations overwhelmed her and she literally shrieked as she came again, "JESUS FUCK!! Oh god, don't stop... FUCK! Aaargh!!!"

By the time Louis finally collapsed on top of the blonde woman, grunting and panting as he pumped yet more seed into her, they were both thoroughly sweat-covered and Stella was a quivering, shuddering, exhausted mess, having crashed through multiple orgasms. Considerate of his weight on top of her Louis rolled aside with a satisfied groan, "Oh gods that was just amazing."

Stella lay on her towel feeling satiated but exhausted, with Louis's cum leaking out of her. Suddenly she giggled, "Well, that got out of hand pretty quickly."

"I'm sorry, I promised to behave but..."

"Fuck that noise. How long till you can go again?"

Louis turned towards the gorgeous blonde, drinking in her curves, "Well, I think once I have a quick swim, a bite to eat maybe, then put you over my knee for a bit, that should get me going again."

"Oho! So, I'm going over your knee, am I?"

"Well, I didn't bring a cane, so a spanking will have to do, but I'll be gentle."

Stella gave a lecherous chuckle, "Not too gentle I hope."

...

Barabus was waiting by the jeep when Susan eventually ran from the house.

"You're late," he growled.

Susan breathlessly got into the vehicle while making her apologies, "I'm sorry Barabus, me and Natassia... Well, you know."

The big man grinned as he put the car in motion, "Ah, to be young and in love. I'm quite envious. I'm almost inclined to let you off, almost."

"You just want to fondle my bum you old goat."

"Obviously. Can you blame me?"

The blonde girl laughed, "I guess not. So, what's the plan?"

"Well, I thought we'd go down to the village and pick up a packed lunch of local dishes and maybe a bottle of wine or something, that way you can get a language lesson squeezed in. Then we can drive up to the temple, it's not very far from the village. It's very old but quite well preserved, in fact, some of the locals still visit it for prayers and meditation I believe. We can have a bit of a picnic, talk a bit about the local history, I can deal with your tardiness and then we can take some photographs and measurements, maybe a few notes. How does that sound?"

"Sounds like fun."

"Even the bit about dealing with your tardiness?"

Susan gave him a happy smile, "You know what Barabus, it's been a pretty good morning and I'm in a great mood, so even that."

The village was its usual bustling self, filled with interesting scents and colours as people went about their day and Barabus was well pleased as Susan used her growing familiarity with the local dialect to purchase a carton of freshly cooked batagor from a vendor as well as some sweet bakwam, a few lentho snacks and some chicken lumpia wrapped in rice-paper. Packing them all in a woven basket along with a few bottles of local beer and some plastic cutlery she loaded her supplies into the back of the jeep.

Barabus gave her a grin, "That was pretty good, your accent is still a bit wonky, but that was not bad at all. How's the reading and writing coming on?"

Susan laughed, "I'm halfway through 'The Hobbit' so I figure I'm about par with maybe a twelve-year-old, but I'm getting there."

"Good, keep it up."

The path up to the old ruin was nothing more than a rough dirt track and the jeep bounced along it like a ship in a storm despite Barabus driving as slowly and carefully as he could. Susan kept giggling like a schoolgirl on a fairground ride as the jeep pitched and crashed its way along the track, "Maybe we should have just walked!"

"Too far with all the gear!"

"I'm going to be seasick at this rate."

"We're almost there, not much further."

A few minutes later Barabus brought the vehicle to a halt about a hundred yards short of the temple. It was a large structure built from blocks of local stone and set in a large bowl-shaped basin. The building itself was a tall, square, tiered construction and the stonework was heavily decorated with carved images that were still obvious despite long years of wear and erosion. The area around the temple and the bowl itself was littered with pillars and collapsed blocks of stone that indicated that there might once have been smaller structures around the main building. The whole area was overgrown with wildflowers of all colours, and it was almost shockingly beautiful.

The place had an oddly still quality to it, and Susan thought the quiet was just a little bit eerie, "What was it?"

"I think it was a Buddhist temple, but it might have been a tomb of some kind. It has some similarities to the Dieng Temples in central Java but there are also some distinct differences.

Susan's gaze took in the narrow path that led down the steep-sided basin to the building itself, "That looks like how the locals get down there. Shall we?"

Barabus looked around, it was a beautiful hot day, the sun was bright and the sky clear, "Let's have our lunch first and enjoy this sunshine. Then we can get our gear and take some pictures and measurements."

"Sounds good."

It didn't take long to set out the picnic they had brought and shortly the two of them were sitting on a large blanket and contentedly eating the local delicacies Susan had purchased while sipping a cool beer and chatting amiably.

Susan laughed as she lay back luxuriating in the sunshine, "We're obviously working way too hard."

Barabus grinned as he sipped his beer, "Yea, it's terrible, isn't it? Hey Susan, if I ever get this bloody book written I was going to put your name in the credits for all the help you've given me with the photographs and stuff. Would that be okay?"

Susan blushed, "You don't have to do that Barabus, I'm happy to help. It's pretty interesting to be honest."

Barabus was about to answer when he heard his watch chime quietly and he chuckled, "Ah, out of school time. It's back to 'Barnie and Blondie', or I can call you Bimbo if you like. You still okay to help me out after hours like this?"

Susan had picked a small flower and set it in her hair, "Blondie will be quite fine thank you very much you old goat, and sure, of course, I'm happy to help."

Susan finished her beer, stood up and stretched before beginning to unbuckle her shorts, "So, where do you want me? Over your knee again, or I could lean over the bonnet of the jeep if you fancy a change."

Barabus laughed, it was rich, sound, full of genuine mirth and maybe just a little mischief, "Ah Susan! It's so tempting to take you up on the offer, but school time is over, I've missed my chance. I'll just have to bide my time and give you double next time."

"You wouldn't!"

"Oh probably not, but a man can dream, can't he?"

Susan giggled, she really sounded like a schoolgirl when she did that and Barabus sipped his beer and watched her as she strolled through the wildflowers. Her skin was radiant, her blue eyes sparkled like sapphires and her long blonde hair glittered like spun gold, "she really is gorgeous, God I wish I was about twenty... actually better make it thirty, years younger."

"Hey Susan, can I ask a favour?"

Susan looked back at him, "Sure, what is it?"

Barabus shifted nervously and Susan thought he looked embarrassed, "Well, would you mind if I took a picture of you?"

She gave the man a brilliant smile, "Sure, no problem."

"Er... I actually meant a different kind of picture."

Susan looked at him for a moment and suddenly realisation dawned on her, "Ohh, that kind of picture?"

She wasn't sure but it looked like the big man might have been blushing, "Yea, it's sort of a hobby of mine."

"Yea? You done anyone else?"

"Well, I've done a couple of local girls, plus one of the female sailors who came into port, and the waitress in the bar in the village, you know the one with the big..."

"I know who you mean, she's very pretty."

"I've done Kady of course."

Susan laughed, "Of course."

"And Portia."

"Seriously?"

"Yeah, she really liked hers, you should get her to show them to you sometime."

Susan found herself becoming interested, "What do you do with the pictures, you don't sell them, or anything do you?"

Barabus couldn't help but laugh, "Oh good God no! Could you imagine what Portia would have done to me if I sold pictures of her to some smutty magazine? Bloody hell, there'd be bits of my body scattered across half the island."

Susan giggled again, imagining Portia's reaction, "I bet she'd keep the magazine though."

He laughed, "Probably. They were really good pictures. Her hair is beautiful, and those eyes..."

"So, what do you do with them?"

"It's for my own collection, I have a sort of portfolio. I don't like... masturbate over them or anything sordid like that."

"Would you show them to me sometime maybe?"

"I'd be happy to. I'll have to pull a few pictures out first, a couple of the girls made me promise not to show their pictures to anyone and I have to respect their wishes, but you can see the rest."

"You didn't take pictures of Natassia by any chance did you?"

Barabus grinned.

Susan clapped her hands in a display of child-like glee, "Oh, I've got to see them! I bet she was sooo cute!"

"She's very photogenic," he agreed.

"Did she strip off?"

"She was in her birthday suit before I could even get the camera set up. I think she was genuinely excited by the whole thing."

"Okay then, I'll do it, but I've got a couple of condition..."

"Hang on, let me see if I can guess. You decide how much skin you show, and I can't show the pictures to anyone else?"

"And I want a copy."

"Oh, I'd give you copies anyway, but... well I'd quite like to show Portia, if they come out well that is, and er... don't you want Natassia to see them?"

"I don't mind you showing Portia, "its nothing she hasn't seen, kissed, licked, fondled and played with, before after all" and I'll show Natassia myself if that's okay. But nobody else in the meantime."

"Sure, that's no problem at all, I think of them as your pictures after all."

"So what do I do?"

Barabus looked around, "This is a very nice setting. Give me a minute to set up and then just be yourself. Take off what you like, and I'll take some pictures. We can go through them together later once I develop them and you can decide which ones you think are worth keeping. I'll destroy the rest."

"I get to pick which pictures you keep?"

"Sure, though I'd like to think I get at least a little input, but it's your decision and I'd respect it."

"Okay then, get set up, I'm just going to get ready. Maybe one day we can do a shoot with both me and Natassia together?"

"Knowing Natassia that could get a little pornographic, you sure you'd be ready for that?"

Susan was wearing a khaki shirt with a white tank top underneath as well as a pair of explorer shorts and comfortable walking boots. She went to the boot of the car and Barabus could hear various noises as he set up his camera. When she emerged, she had ditched the boots and socks and he grinned, "You're a pretty girl, but If that's all your gonna show then this might be just a little underwhelming."

She laughed, "You'll just have to wait and see Mr Horst."

He checked his camera a couple of times before announcing, "Okay, that's me set up, do your thing, but remember it's not a competition or a dare Susan, just do what you're comfortable with okay."

Susan began by walking about the field of flowers bending to pick a couple. She looked back at Barabus with a smile and unbuttoned her shirt before slipping it off. The tank top she wore underneath did little to conceal the curves of her breasts and her erect nipples were easily visible through the material, showing she was at least a little excited by what was happening. Susan continued to move about, sometimes picking a flower, sometimes leaning against a piece of crumbling stonework, sometimes dropping to her knees and looking straight at the camera. Blushing slightly, she unbuttoned her shorts and let them slide down her legs revealing the white bikini bottoms underneath and her long, tanned, shapely legs. Again, she drifted about the flowers, seemingly lost in thought, or perhaps daydreaming. At one point a butterfly landed on a flower near her. Standing side on to Barabus and keeping her legs straight she bent at the waist until her nose was almost touching the colourful creature. In doing so she provided a spectacular profile of her shape, in particular, the tight curves of her deliciously pert bottom.

Susan looked up furtively at the camera and slipped her fingers into the waistband of her panties. With a mischievous smile, she lowered the garment and slipped one foot free. Lying on her back she raised her legs with her panties dangling enticingly from one ankle. Slipping the garment off altogether she walked back to Barabus and in one move pulled the tanktop over her head. Naked she dropped to her knees only few feet in front of him and looked up at the camera. Suddenly she giggled, "Oh shit, oh my."

Barabus gave her a concerned look, "You okay, what is it?"

Susan couldn't hold back her laughter, "The grass is tickling my ass," she slid over onto her side in a fit of giggles, "oh Lordy, sorry, I can't help it."

Barabus thought the sight of her lying naked on her side in the bright sunshine, curled up on the grass with her face lit by genuine laughter was probably the best shot so far and continued snapping pictures.

The blonde girl tried a deliberate pose, on her knees with her back arched slightly, one hand down touching her pussy, the other stroking her breasts, her eyes were closed, and she had a dreamy look of wanton joy on her face.

She then moved onto all fours and whipped her hair back so it flew over her shoulders in a blonde cascade.

"Oh, that's gonna be a good one," Barabus exclaimed.

The blonde girl grinned and began getting into the swing of things. She did the splits and a couple of cartwheels, she threaded flowers in her hair and sat making a garland for a while, not realising that Barabus was still taking pictures as she concentrated, sitting there bathed in sunshine with flowers all around her. She gathered a bunch of colourful flowers and held them in front of her like a bouquet and did her best to look coy.

Still wearing her garland of blooms Susan moved to the jeep and sat in it before stretching and reaching into the back. She then got to her knees and stretched over the seat as if looking for something in the back of the car. In doing so she presented a spectacular view of her gloriously naked bottom to the camera. Barabus moved around and opening the back door took a few pictures that showed her cleavage and her smiling face as she leaned over the seat.

Getting out of the vehicle she sat on the bonnet and crossed her legs, "Ooh! Hot metal."

"You okay?"

"Yea, it's not burning, just hot."

Lastly, she slid down onto her feet and leaned over the bonnet of the vehicle, looking back at Barabus over her shoulder, first with her feet together and then with her legs spread a bit apart in a far more risqué pose.

Glancing down at her hands and fidgeting nervously Susan called out, "Hey Barabus?"

Looking at the girl he saw she was blushing furiously, "What is it, Susan?"

"Would you mind spanking me and taking a photograph please?"

"Say what?"

Susan blushed to an almost alarming degree, "It's for Natassia, I thought she might like a picture of, well, you know..."

"You think she'd like a picture of your bum looking all pink and pretty."

"Yeah, please don't think I'm a doofus or anything."

"No, no, not at all. It's kind of sweet to be honest and I think the little menace would love it."

Barabus moved closer to the blonde and looked up at the bright sun before peering intently at her derriere., "Hmm."

Susan grinned, "What are you doing Barnie?"

"Well, it's your bum."

"I know it's my bum, what's wrong with it?"

"Hmm? Oh nothing, it's thoroughly splendid of course, but..."

"But?"

He looked at the girl and gave her an almost apologetic shrug, "I can't quite believe I'm saying this but I'm not sure it's a good idea."

"What?"

"Well, you've obviously been doing a lot of sunbathing, and you have no tan lines at all. Your skin is quite lovely and brown and it's an all-over tan."

Susan looked confused, "I don't understand."

"Well in this light, with your complexion, for the camera to pick it up easily I'd really have to turn your backside quite a distinct and pronounced red colour and that would involve giving you a hell of a thrashing. I'm not sure I'm happy giving you that severe a beating for a photograph, even as a treat for Natassia."

Susan bit her lip, "It's her birthday, I'd be willing to go through with it for a birthday treat."

Barabus laughed, "I think she'd like it better if she got to be the one to spank your ass, Susan."

Susan giggled, "Probably."

A thoughtful expression crossed the big man's face, but he looked away quickly.

"What is it, Barnie?"

"Nothing."

"Come on spill it."

"Well, it's just... Nah, forget it."

"Barnie, for fuck's sake, I'm not made of glass, out with it."

He looked at the blonde and pursed his lips, "If you want to make marks on your tanned skin that can easily be picked up by the camera in this light, I would suggest a few strokes with a cane. It might sting like hell for a bit, but it would be quick and easy. But I know how you feel about the cane."

"A cane?"

"Yea, look just forget I said anything. I'm not touching your ass with a cane."

Susan could feel her heart beating incredibly fast and her pulse pounding in her chest. She swallowed, "Would it work?"

"There's no reason why it wouldn't... I mean I can't absolutely guarantee it, but I'm reasonably certain yes."

"Okay then."

"What?"

"I said okay then. Do it."

Barabus looked at the trembling blonde for a long moment, considering, "I'm not going to insult you by asking if you're sure, you know your own mind. But how about you go look for a length of rattan you think will do the job? If you pick it, then maybe it might make you feel like you have more control. Bring back a couple and you can choose which one you, er... like the most."

Susan wandered off and after a few minutes came back with a few lengths of rattan cane.

Barabus examined them, "I'd get rid of those two right away, they have jagged bits that would tear the skin. That one's too rigid I think, it would inflict some nasty bruises. Hmm, those two look good, both the right length, quite smooth, supple. They would do the job, probably sting like a bastard, but I don't think they would do any actual damage to you. But it's your choice. You're in charge here."