Island Adventure

Just after sundown Nila returned to the jail carrying a bowl. She used her fingers to feed Carol more of the paste. Carol wondered what the paste was made of and how it was prepared, but then she decided she didn't really want to know.

When the bowl was empty Nila said, "Lean back on the yoke, Carol, and I will remove it."

This was an order that Carol was quick to obey. Nila untied and removed the locking pins and removed the front board by sliding it away from Carol's neck. She moved it aside and helped Carol sit up. The back board of the yoke fell over with a thump and Nila moved it out of the way.

Carol stretched her arms and rubbed her neck. Then she considered the sequence of the recent events. "Why didn't you take off the yoke before I ate? I could have fed myself."

Nila giggled, "I like to feed you."

Carol stretched some more. "Wow, it feels good to get that yoke off."

"You can have it off all night." Nila picked up some rope. "Now I have to tie your hands."

"What! I don't want to have my hands tied."

"You would rather wear yoke?"

"No, of course not!"

"Well then..."

Carol gave up. "OK." She clasped her hands and held them out.

"Not like that."

"Oh, not behind my back! That hurts so much after a while."

Nila kissed Carol on the lips. "I know, and I do not want to be cruel. Lie down and put your hands against chain on your waist."

Carol lay prone and held her hands at her waist. Nila tied them to the chain, one towards each side of Carol's waist. The loops of rope weren't tight, but Carol couldn't free her hands and she couldn't reach any knots.

Nila kissed Carol again. "There! That does not hurt too much, does it?"

"No, it's not that bad. Are you going to take the stocks off?"

"Yes. They will be in the way." Nila swiftly removed the stocks.

Carol was going to ask, In the way of what?, but she never got a chance. Nila leaned down and silenced her with a violent kiss, thrusting her tongue into Carol's mouth. Carol squeaked with surprise, then she hesitantly returned the kiss. The kissing continued as Nila's hands roamed over Carol's body, and then dwelt between her legs.

Carol gasped, "You can't do this! Not out here in the open."

"It is almost dark now, so nobody will mind. Besides, you are my prisoner, so I will do as I wish." Nila's hand was inside Carol's dripping sex, and was expertly massaging the helpless captive's clit.

"I... —oh!—Stop it! Stop! Oooh... Nooo! Ahh...mmuphh"

Carol's scream was silenced by her jailor's lips and tongue. The captive bucked under the weight of Nila's body, writhing in orgasm. Finally, flushed, panting, and glistening with sweat, Carol lay passively on the ground, looking up at Nila's smiling face.

Nila stroked Carol's nipples. "You liked that. Now it is your turn to pleasure me."

"How can I do that with my hands tied?"

Nila shifted her body until her crotch was in Carol's face. "Your tongue is not tied. Use it well and I will leave stocks off tonight."

The last time Carol had given oral sex to another woman was back when she lived in the dorm at college. She tried to remember what her roommate had liked, and tentatively licked Nila's labia. Then the taste and smell of a woman in heat brought back a flood of memories and her tongue became more aggressive, probing and stroking. Her teeth found Nila's erect clit and gently nipped. Nila moaned, and then screamed as Carol's tongue thrust deep.

* * *

The sun shining from a blue sky woke Carol the next morning just after dawn. She thought back on the events of the previous night and asked herself why this had been her first sexual encounter with another person of either sex in over a decade. 'Because I can't trust anyone I know', she thought, 'they all want something from me, or they want to hurt me.' She struggled against the ropes holding her wrists. 'Nila doesn't need trust; she has me in her power. This makes my decisions redundant.' She felt a wave of lust.

Nila arrived at the jail a short time later. "Good morning, Carol. I will feed you now."

"Good morning Nila. Are you going to let me go now?"

Nila kissed Carol, and the kiss was enthusiastically returned. "I cannot free you. Only the spirits can do that." Carol sat up, and Nila sat beside her and fed her from a bowl of paste. Today the meal also included chunks of fried meat, and Nila fed these to Carol one at a time, the food accompanied by teasing and kisses.

Nila untied Carol's hands after the meal, and Carol had hopes for an easier time than she had yesterday. These hopes were dashed when Manulu arrived. "Time for your work day to start, Carol. Nila, help me put the yoke on her."

Carol was dismayed. "Oh, no! Not the yoke, it's so uncomfortable."

"You are being punished, Carol, and this is part of it. The people would resent it if the chief let you get off easy."

Carol thought about resisting, but then she decided not to bother. The sop to her pride produced by her resistance wouldn't be worth the struggle that would follow, which she knew she would lose. She remembered the threat to leave the yoke on continuously, and she didn't think Manulu had been bluffing. She cooperated, and Nila and Manulu fastened her in the yoke.

Manulu tied a rope through a hole in the front of the yoke and gave it to Nila. He unlocked the chain around Carol's waist. "Carol's job today will be to help you with the coconut harvesting, Nila."

Nila gave a tug on the leash and a very unhappy Carol followed her down the road. This was not fun at all; the yoke weighed almost thirty pounds, and it pressed uncomfortably on her trapezoid muscles. They met other people on the road, and humiliation was added to Carol's burden. She found that going topless was one thing; full nudity in front of strangers was much more difficult. Finally she decided to just pretend she was fully clothed. The yoke kept her from seeing her body anyway.

Carol and Nila reached the coconut plantation. It was on the windward side of the island, and consisted of several large groves of regularly spaced trees. Carol looked up at a cluster of coconuts. "I don't think I can climb one of those trees, even without the yoke."

Nila laughed. "That is not our job. All we have to do is pick up coconuts that have already been cut down."

"OK, take off the yoke and I'll get started."

"Oh, no. Picking up coconuts is a skilled job that requires much training. You are not ready for that yet." Nila tried not to smile when she said this. She led Carol to a four-wheeled wagon. The wagon was made of weathered boards and moved on spoked wooden wheels. It reminded Carol of a minature version of a prairie schooner, without the canvas cover.

Nila backed Carol up to the wagon's U-shaped handle and tied it just above her bottom. Nila wrapped many turns of rope about Carol's hips to spread the load. "I am sorry that I have to use this rope, Carol. If you are to be with us much longer I will make a proper harness."

"You're so caring, Nila. No one has ever offered to make me a harness before."

The morning was torture for Carol. Most of the time she was just standing in place while Nila tossed coconuts into the wagon. There was just enough to do that Carol couldn't lose herself in thought, but not nearly enough activity to distract her and make the time pass quickly. She was really bothered by insects, because the yoke prevented her from shooing them away.

When the wagon was full Carol had to haul it and several hundred pounds of coconuts to the processing shed. None of the roads were paved, and many were deep in sand. It was hard, sweaty work, and by the time the mid-day break arrived Carol was exhausted. Nila unhitched her from the wagon and massaged the marks left by the rope that had been tied around her hips. They walked back to the jail; the yoke dug into Carol's shoulders with every step.

Manulu was waiting at the jail and he locked the chain around Carol's waist. He removed the yoke and tied her hands to the waist chain. Nila massaged Carol's shoulders and she sighed with pleasure.

Nila fed Carol and let her squat over the sand, and then they rested together in the shade of the jail roof. Nila and Carol kissed a few times, but neither woman wanted to have sex in public at noon.

Manulu's arrival signaled the end of the break. Carol was yoked up and led back to the wagon in the coconut grove. Her afternoon was worse than her morning, because it was hotter now, and she was still tired from the morning's work.

It was late afternoon and Carol was trudging along ahead of a wagonload of coconuts when she reached an unusually sandy part of the road. She stopped and declared, "I've had it. I can't take another step."

"Keep going, Carol. We will be through for the day in another hour." Nila moved to the back of the wagon. "I will push to help you."

"No. I quit. If you want this wagon moved do it without me."

"Please cooperate, Carol. You will never be in harmony with the spirits if you act in opposition like this."

"Piss on the spirits. I won't haul this fucking wagon another step and you can't make me."

Nila was shocked and angered by Carol's foul language and bad attitude. She left the grove and found a clump of a bamboo-like plant. She broke off a piece about three feet long and as big around as her thumb. She waved her switch in front of Carol's face. "I have been tasked to supervise you, Carol. I do not wish to cause you pain, but I must do my duty. Please move the wagon. I will push to help you."

Carol shook her head, and Nila hit her across the left hip. A red line appeared and Carol shrieked. "You bitch! You can't hit me like that!"

"I will demonstrate that your statement is not true." Nila untied the rope that fastened Carol's hips to the wagon. She yanked the leash and pulled Carol over to a palm tree and tied the leash so the yoke was touching the tree. Carol could twist a bit, but this did her little good when Nila started to switch her.

Carol was outraged. She was one of the richest and most powerful people in the world and she was being beaten by this arrogant girl. After a few blows she noticed something else: this hurt like hell. She screamed, "Stop! Stop at once!"

Nila ignored Carol's angry cries and continued to stripe her thighs and bottom. Finally Carol begged, "Please stop! I'm sorry! I'll pull the wagon, please stop!"

Nila did stop. She untied Carol from the tree and moved her over to the wagon and tied her hips to the handle. "Ready? Pull!" Carol pulled and Nila pushed and the wagon rolled out of the sand and down the road. "See, Carol? If we cooperate the spirits aid us in our tasks." Carol had another opinion, but she was smart enough to keep it to herself.

When the women got back to the jail the sun was just above the horizon. Manulu was already there, and he locked the chain around Carol's waist and tied her hands to it. He looked at the welts on her bottom and thighs, but he didn't say anything.

Nila fetched the usual bowl of paste, but she also brought a large bottle of water and a sponge. She had Carol stand outside the jail and sponged off her dirty, sweaty body. Nila took down one of the pieces of canvas and spread it on the jail floor. "Lie here, Carol, and I will rub some lotion on your welts."

Carol was still angry, but she decided she had nothing to lose, so she got face-down on the cloth. She was determined to show her displeasure over the beating by avoiding any repetition of last night's sexual activities, but Nila's sensual stroking of her bottom aroused her, and she didn't resist when Nila rolled her over and applied a busy tongue to her slit. Carol discovered that it hurt to lay on her bruised bottom, but somehow it increased her lust. Before it was completely dark she had several crashing orgasms.

* * *

Except for the beating this day turned out to be the prototype for the next four days. Carol became very irked with her part in the island's coconut industry. She didn't like being a draft animal and protested to Nila, but all she got in reply was assurance that she was becoming more in harmony with the spirits. When she hinted that she didn't really care about the spirits Nila picked up the switch. Carol shut up. She never again balked at pulling the wagon, either. (Carol was a quick learner).

At noon of the fifth day Nila led Carol back to the jail after another morning of tedious labor. Nila let Carol squat over the latrine sand, and led her back under the jail roof and helped her sit.

Nila announced, "Manulu will not be here today, so I cannot remove the yoke." This was a blow to Carol; the yoke was digging into her shoulders, and worse, it meant that Nila couldn't massage them.

Nila held a bottle of water to Carol's lips. Carol drank her fill, and then obediently ate some paste that Nila scooped up with her fingers. As a special treat Nila fed her a tropical fruit. Carol didn't know its name, but it looked and tasted like a cross between a mango and a peach. When the meal was over Nila wiped Carol's face with a damp bandana.

Carol said, "I'm surprised at the number of people here who speak English. How did you learn it?

"We went to mission school. Chief Tonongo wants everyone to learn English."

Carol perked up. If there was a mission school there was probably a missionary, and he might have a radio she could use to summon help. She was becoming desperate to leave the island; the nightly interludes with Nila were very enjoyable, but the days pulling the wagon while carrying around the yoke were not. Besides, her life was with C-L.

"Who runs this mission?"

"Pastor Brigham. He has lived on island a long time."

"Where is the mission school?"

"Next to church."

Duh. Carol patiently asked, "Where's the church?"

"About a mile down that road." Nila pointed inland.

Carol moaned and flexed her shoulders. "Please, could you take off the yoke for a few minutes? I've got a terrible cramp in my arm."

Nila hesitated. Manulu had told her not to release Carol from the yoke unless there was a man in attendance or unless Carol was chained to the post. Carol moaned more piteously and kind-hearted Nila fell for it. She removed the locking pins and separated the boards that imprisoned Carol's neck and wrists.

"Oh, thank you. That's much better." Carol casually picked up the bandanna. "What's that?" She pointed over Nila's shoulder, and when Nila turned she jumped up, grabbed her from behind, and jammed the bandanna into her mouth. Nila struggled, but Carol applied an armlock and increased the pressure until Nila was on her knees with her face against the ground.

"I don't want to hurt you, Nila, so do as I say." Carol picked up one of the pieces of rope that were scattered around and looped it around Nila's captive wrist. "Now put your other hand behind you."

When Nila put her other hand behind her back Carol wrapped rope around it too. She pushed Nila face down on the ground and knelt astride her hips. The loop of rope around her wrists was joined by others until Nila was a helpless captive.

Carol tied Nina's elbows together and brought the loose ends of the rope under Nila's armpits and tied them together at the back of her neck. More rope was used to tie Nila's ankles and then join them to the elbow binding in a tight hogtie.

"Oops, can't have that!" Nila had almost managed to spit out the bandanna. Carol shoved it back in and wrapped rope around Nila's head to hold it in place.

Carol unwrapped the sarong from the immobilized Nila and wrapped it around her own hips. She nonchalantly sauntered down the road until she was away from the village, and then she walked fast until she reached the church.

A white-haired old man was sitting in a pew, reading a bible. Carol waited patiently until he looked up at her. "Pastor Brigham?" Carol asked.

"Yep. Can I help you?" He ran an appreciative glance over Carol's body.

"Do you have a radio?"

"Sure do. Would you like to see it?"

"Oh, yes." Carol followed the old man into a small office. On a table was a large metal box, painted black. Carol looked at the nameplate. It read: Mfg by RCA Corp; Property of-US Navy; Date of Mfg-1944.

"Navy gave that to me during the war. It hasn't worked since about 1950."

"Do you have another radio? A satellite phone? Anything?"

"No, I don't, but..." Pastor Brigham stopped when Manulu appeared at the door of the small room. "Hello, Manulu. What brings you here?"

He pointed at Carol. "I'm looking for her." He asked Carol, "Will you avoid a struggle?"

Carol could see two other men in the church. She nodded glumly and followed Manulu out of the office. Once in the church the other men seized her arms and forced her outside. Manulu used thin rope to tie her hands back-to-back, and tied more rope around her elbows. He couldn't make them meet, but he could cause a lot of pain, and Carol groaned.

Manulu tied a slip knot in another piece of rope and tightened it around Carol's neck. As the final indignity he took off her sarong. He jerked the leash and led Carol back to the jail.

Nila was still at the jail. She was no longer gagged and hogtied, but her arms were still tied behind her back and a rope around her neck tethered her to a roof support. She gave Carol a reproachful glance and then looked away.

Manulu fastened Carol's tether to another post and left the jail, leaving the two men on guard. He returned over an hour later, accompanied by Chief Tonongo and what looked like half of the people in the village.

The chief spoke to Carol and Manulu translated. "You have acted out of harmony with the spirits. Your punishment is twenty lashes."

Manulu untied the tether from the post and the two guards forced Carol over to what looked like an oversized sawhorse, with a horizontal pole at waist height. Carol struggled, but she was bent over the pole anyway and Manulu tied the neck rope around her ankles to keep her there. A matronly woman dressed in a muumuu stepped behind her. She was carrying a leather strap.

The woman applied the strap across Carol's bottom and she yelped. It stung, but the pain wasn't all that bad, especially compared to Nila's switch. Carol yelped after each blow, more for show than because she was really hurt. When the beating was over Manulu refastened her tether to the roof support. Her bottom was red and tender, but there weren't any raised welts.

The chief spoke again, this time to Nila. Manulu translated, "You have disobeyed the orders given you. Your punishment is ten lashes."

When the chief had spoken Nila gasped and burst into tears. Carol wondered why she was so upset. Nila had to know that the strap was no bullwhip, yet she was behaving as though she were to be burnt at the stake. Then Carol noticed the young women in the crowd. They all had looks of fear and anticipation, and Carol understood; to be publicly beaten was a vast humiliation, and Nila was mourning her impending loss of status.

Carol felt two emotions that were rare for her: guilt and affection. She forced herself to speak before her ingrained reflexes made her suppress them. "It was my fault. Give me the ten lashes, not Nila."

Chief Tonongo looked at her, surprise plain on his face. Then he nodded, and Carol was bound over the pole and given ten more lashes with the strap. She didn't bother to yelp this time.

The guards untied her arms and put her back into the yoke. The chain was locked around her waist and her legs were imprisoned in the stocks. She sat leaning against a support post, squirming on her sore bottom, and wondering how she could possibly get comfortable.

Manulu untied Nila and returned the liberated sarong. She put it on and turned to go back to the village. Then she stopped and gave Carol a smile of gratitude. Carol was cheered by the memory of that smile as the night slowly passed and her discomfort changed to pain.