Chapter 1 - Captured

 

"Morning Captain, I am with you on this private hire, how was your stay over?" I asked the Captain as we entered the airport together.

"Morning Colin, I thought they asked for an all-female, cabin crew?" The Captain asked.

"Susan has gone down with a stomach bug, so I was asked to fill in for her. No-one else was available at such short notice" I told him.

"They will not be very happy, but then again they can't accuse us of being sexist, can they?" he asked me, and gave a giggle.

"No Captain, they can't, who else is on the flight?" I asked.

"Winters, is my co-pilot, and I believe Mather, and Williams are in the cabin with Susan, now it's you instead," he told me.

"Hum, quite a sexy cabin crew, apart from me of course, Mather and Williams, very nice. I am looking forward to the trip even more so, now," I said rubbing my hands together, two more sexy females I have yet to meet.

Mather, Mandy Mather was a girlfriend, and she still comes across on long haul flights. The split was because she wanted a husband, and I just wanted a fuck, so it was amicable enough, we went our separate ways, but when on the same flight, and then we were professional during the flight, and then slept in the same bed. I think she still believes that she can change my mind, and get me to propose. I help her to believe that, and then fuck the arse off her, boy what a fuck she is, she knows all the moves, and I mean all of them, then again, I taught her most of them.

Williams is a different kettle of fish, she is so uptight, I am sure she wears a chastity device, and sleeps with an aspirin between her knees. No-one has had her; she is the original uptight virgin. Then again she is only twenty two, fuck how many females are virgins, at that age. Saving herself for her husband, and whoever he is, he will be one hell of a lucky guy, she lights up a room with her dazzling smile, and what a figure, she will never fall flat on her face, not with the pair she has. She is what wet dreams are made of.

We boarded the plane and began our checks, as I said we were very professional, no banter or nagging on the plane, just an efficient crew, attending to the passenger's needs. All set and the passengers began to board, I stood by the door, and my eyes nearly popped out, as a gaggle of females, as I call them, boarded, and not just female. They were all young and very pretty, models perhaps on their way to a shoot, but where was the photographer?

I imagined the scene, a sexy calendar set on a Pacific Athol, palm trees waving, blue sea in the fore ground, a white sandy beach under foot, and the model naked, her breasts sticking out, nipples hard and raised, a triangular bush half hidden as she half crossed her legs looking at the camera with sultry eyes and pouting lips in a deep red, so inviting and kissable.

"You can close the door, Colin," Mather said, waking me from my dream world.

We taxied to the runway and then took off, we climbed to thirty five thousand feet and the Captain set the auto pilot. We began to serve the champagne and nibbles, all free, in reality, they had been paid for by the person booking the flight, in advance.

I looked down the aisle at the twelve beauties, all nattering away without a care in the world. After the nibbles and champagne, we went to our seats and had a coffee. A bell rang and Mather went to attend to the person.

"More champagne, she has had two glasses so far, and she has been drinking before the flight. At this rate she will be pissed by the time we land," Mather said.

"I will attend to her," I offered.

"Just so that you can look down her cleavage, why do you think they asked for a female crew?" Mather asked me.

"If they didn't put it on display, I would not be able to view their assets, would I?" I asked in reply.

"He has a point, if you don't want people to look don't put it on display, and they don't put it on display, they flaunt it. Look at the one in three 'C,' another inch, and her nipples would be visible, the tart," Williams said.

"I prefer the one in four 'C,' her panties are white, she is not shy is she, putting it all on display," I said.

"Men, you shouldn't look," Mather said.

"I can't help it, look at her. Her legs open, and that short, short skirt doesn't hide anything, and being sat here, she is right in my line of sight," I said.

"Then move to my seat, and then she won't be," Mather said spoiling my fun, making me move.

Mind you the view from her seat was interesting as well, not a full on view, but a more interesting one. As she crossed her legs, allowing me the view I wanted, and what a view it was. Did she have panties on, or not? That was the question, I couldn't decide, and she uncrossed her legs, still it wasn't clear, they were either flesh colour panties, or she wasn't wearing any, I had to find out, but how, I couldn't ask her, could I?

"Colin, go and sit in a passenger seat, behind the girls, please. They don't like your stares. They may be nude models, but they get well paid for that, you want it for free, and they are not happy, which was why they asked for an all-female cabin crew, to avoid males doing what you are doing," Mather said.

"Ok, ok, but it isn't the accepted thing, a cabin crew member sitting in with the passengers," I said trying to get out of having to sit behind the lovelies.

"No, it isn't, but it is for the best, trust me," Mather said, smiling at me.

I sat on the row right behind the girls, having a final look down their cleavages as I passed them. I smiled at them and knew who would be the first to attend to the call button, if it rang.

There was a bang, which I didn't like, the girls were startled by it, Mather came on the intercom telling them not to be alarmed, and that the pilot had everything under control. She looked at me, and came over to me.

"Something has gone wrong in the engines. We can fly on one, but it is serious," she told me out of earshot of the girls.

My mind went into overdrive, as I made plans to evacuate the plane calmly, I looked out of the window and all I could see was water.

"We will need the life raft. The Pacific is not a good place to land, has a distress call been sent?" I asked her quietly.

"Not yet, the pilot has alerted the air traffic control about the problem, and has asked for an emergency landing at the nearest airport. We need to prepare the passengers," she told me.

"Ok, you talk to them in your soft gentle voice, and I will get ready for an evacuation. I can't see any land, shall we tell them to put their life vests on, it will save time later?" I suggested.

"Not yet," she began as another bang made the plane shudder and dip.

"There is no cause to be alarmed, we are rapidly reducing height to increase the air flow to the cabin, put your oxygen masks on please," Williams said, after putting her mask on.

Mather got up and went to the front of the plane to get ready for the evacuation, I sat there ready to open the rear doors, we were going to crash, it was plainly obvious to me and most of the passengers, as they all adopted the crash position. I looked at Mather and smiled, they knew we were going to crash, no calming comments or platitudes, would change their minds.

We descended quickly, the pilot managed to pull the nose up as we hit the water, the tail broke off and we skied along the surface, luckily it was a very calm day and we slowed as we skimmed across the surface, if we slowed enough to come to rest it would be the best dammed landing ever, and we would be able to get the life raft out and the passengers safely into it. I saw the sandy beach as we skimmed along, it was approaching us fast, too fast, the plane began to drop the front now hit the water and it broke off as we rushed onto the beach hitting a stone which cut into the fuselage stopping us nestling against a tree, with a thud.

"Please do not panic, leave the plane in an orderly manner via the hole at the back, the emergency doors over the wings and, ok just those points," I said my training coming into play, the front doors were missing the nose had broken off just behind them as the nose hit the water with a thump.

"That's it ladies, nice and easily there is no panic, or need to, assemble on the beach well away from the plane and we will take a count of the people, ok. Easy does it, do you need help?" I asked one of the girls who seemed to be limping.

"Yes, I do, I ouch, oh my god look, my leg is bleeding," she cried.

"Come on lean on me, let's get you to safety and then I will look at your leg, for you," I offered.

"Haven't you seen enough of my legs, you pervert?" She asked.

"OK, no, I will attend to the injury, I am trained in first aid, it appears to be a nasty cut, but not that deep, a few butterfly stitches will soon have it fixed," I said.

"January, how are you?" she asked a friend also being helped off the plane.

"I have a nasty cut to my head, so March told me, and one hell of a headache, like a double hangover, and in triplicate," January said.

I led them to a safe spot two hundred yards from the wreckage and looked back, I knew the pilots and the crew members were most likely dead when the front flew off, I was stranded with twelve women all in shock and some needing medical attention, luckily nothing was serious, mainly cuts and bangs, but it was my job now to keep them alive, until we were found, as the sole remaining crew member.

"Pervert, where the fuck are we?" one of them asked me.

"My name is Colin, and in answer to your question, I don't know, first I need to count you to see, well to check," I said.

"That is simple, January, has a nasty cut to her leg, it is cut and sore, February, April, May, and June, are in shock, as we all are, March has a bang to her head and a cut, but otherwise no injuries, July, also has a bad cut on her leg, August, September, October, and November, are. November, where is November?" she asked.

"She is not all there, are you November?" One asked, joking.

"Oh yes, I am," she replied from behind me.

"And December, are all here, and ok, now where are the other cabin crew and pilots?" She asked me.

"I would assume dead, there is little hope for them, after the nose flew off, but is anyone fit enough to swim out there, about half a mile, and dive down, to see, if they are alive?" I asked mocking her.

"You are a funny pervert, aren't you?" November asked me.

"No, practical, and as the only remaining crew member, it is my job to keep you alive until we are rescued. It will be better if we work as a team, and collect the things we need. Our first priority is water, three days without water and you are dead, so I will go back into the damaged fuselage, risking life and limb, to see if we have any bottled water left, and food. Please, stay here in a group until we have decided if there are any dangerous animals, on the island," I said.

I went to the fuselage and began to search, they all followed me.

"No, no, you stay put, safe, well away from the plane, it could explode," I said.

"And have a pervert, going through our sexy undies? No thank you, we will be watching you," March said.

"OK, that is it, I am not a pervert. I have a job to do, and that job is to keep you all safe, we need water and food. We don't know how long we will be here for, so please go back as a group, an animal is not as likely to attack a group, as a lone person, so keep back and together," I said.

"Who put you in charge?" one of the girls asked.

"The airline company did, as the only surviving member of the crew. Ladies you would be on your own, if I had not sat in the passenger seats, to avoid the erm, well, your skirts are very short," I said.

"So it is our fault, you spent most of the flight looking up our skirts, or down our cleavages, is it?" Miss November asked me.

"Why put it on display, if you don't want someone to look at it?" I asked.

"It isn't, it is covered, but how many things did you drop, accidentally?" Miss November asked me.

"I am in awe of your beauty, and it made me not uneasy, but erm, careless, shall we say?" I asked, I had been found out, but could I bluff it?

Miss November smiled at me and came up close.

"Miss March says that you are a pervert, and we tend to believe her. We do not want a pervert, especially one that is clumsy, and accidentally opening our cases to feel at our lingerie, sniff our panties, and rub the sensually, soft silks, against their face. So we will get our own bags, the fuel is in the wings, and they are at the bottom of the sea. There is no danger now, the fuselage is perfectly safe, and with a big hole at the back, we can enter and leave freely.

America is a democratic nation, and seeing as six of us come from America and three from England another democratic nation we are declaring this island, democratic.

I call for a vote, who wants this, as our leader?" she asked, turning to face the women, no-one spoke, "Ok, who is willing to take on the role of leader?" she asked again no-one spoke, "We need a leader who would you like to take on the role?" she asked them.

"You," they all seemed to say.

"OK, I am willing to take on the role, can we have a vote then all those in favour raise your hands?" she asked them, and began to count the hands, "Twelve, and one no vote. It would seem that the majority wants me to lead them and not you, now get out of my way," she said looking me in the eye.

"It is not a democracy. I have been tasked with keeping you all alive, as the only surviving member of the crew. It is not my choice, it is my duty. And I will fight anyone, who challenges my authority," I said foolishly, I mean the odds weren't exactly in my favour, twelve to one, were they?

"Miss December, as you will have noticed she is a dark, mysterious and sultry, black woman, and Miss January, hefty, strong and well built, a powerful woman. Would you two ladies please remove this limp lettuce from our path, take it to that tree and hold it, whilst I get something to secure it with," Miss November said, looking me in the eye, holding my gaze.

I didn't move, I stood my ground foolishly as the two women flanked me and grabbed an arm each, and believe me they were strong, they pushed my arms up my back and propelled me, that is the word, I was almost dragged to the tree they pushed me face onto it and held me there between them. I couldn't move. It took Miss November a few moments to find what she wanted, and then she came up to me and they pushed my arms in front, and to the other side of the tree, where she put handcuffs on me, fixing me to the tree, facing it. She then put a blindfold on me and they walked away.

"Hey, hey, you can't do this, I am the person in charge, this is so wrong, handcuffing me to this tree. Hey, hey we need to sort the food out, to make sure it lasts, girls come on, please?" I shouted after them.

I felt someone close, "Hello," the voice said in sultry tones, sexually inviting tones, "You have seen all our panties, I am sure, now would you like to taste them?" She asked, in the same come on tones.

"I-I don't know what you mean, I-I didn't do it on purpose, like I said the sight of so many beauties made me nervous, clumsy even," I bluffed.

"Hum, yes, and you picked up the items without looking at them, your gaze was just on our panties. Miss March, wants us to punish you, for ogling us, Miss November is against it, she just wants us to join together, unified to keep us all alive. Who do you think will win?

I suggest you keep quiet, do not interfere, do as told, otherwise I am sure as part of your punishment, they will allow you to taste us. Not us personally, but via our panties. Would you like a mouthful of worn panties, especially in this heat, we will sweat a lot, and they will be dripping with sweat, and taste. Now shall we see what you decide?" She asked and walked away.

They wouldn't do that, I mean stuff their worn panties in my mouth that is disgusting, and I couldn't see them as well, being, like that. They stripped off for the camera, and the calendars they graced were hung on the walls of garages, for all to see. They would be easy to pick up in a bar surely, but not, well, I very much doubted that they would do as she had said. Perhaps for the moment, I would be better to keep quiet, and allow them to take the dangerous task on of removing the items from the wrecked fuselage, it would save me a dangerous job, and if it blew up then perhaps the survivors would listen to me. They had after all mutinied, if that is the word going against the leader, and using force.

How long I was tied to that dammed tree I don't know, but eventually they came over and undid the handcuffs.

"Colin, what a nice name, it suits you. The only other Colin I have ever met, was a limp lettuce, meek and humbled, not the fire brand I like in my bed, at night. Can you get a hard on, ninety nine change hands, or do you shoot as soon as it rises? Please note, I did not say gets firm and throbs," Miss March asked me.

"I have no choice, but to accept her as the one in charge, but I will not accept her nastiness," I said to Miss March, and added, "There is no need for it. What I do in private with the woman of my choice is up to us, and not for public knowledge. All I will say is that she comes back for more, so you are not factual," I said nastily, to Miss March.

"Point taken and I agree, we can neither confirm nor deny the abilities of the male Colin, so we will not mention it again, even if we agree, with Miss March," Miss November said.

"That was nasty, I am able and willing to prove it, does anyone want to find out the truth?" I asked looking at a sea of blank faces, "Then until proven guilty, I am innocent," I said boldly.

The girls all looked at me, Miss November smiled, "Colin, as you just found out there is no-one willing, or wanting to fuck you, but we are weak females, and asleep you could attack one of us, so tonight you will sleep with us, but handcuffed to the chair. It is just for our protection, we will sleep in the fuselage. Don't worry Colin, I do know that the fuel is in the wings and they broke off, there is no danger from fire in the fuselage," Miss November said.

"And wild animals, are there any? Snakes, spiders, scorpions, you have I presume checked, and what about water, where is there any? Really as a leader you are useless, we need the basics first to keep us alive, sleeping arrangements, are not the most important thing at this moment in time," I argued.

"Which is why we looked around in pairs, water from a stream, is one hundred yards over there, coconuts, will be the staple diet, until we find other foods, which I am sure there will be. Now arsehole, what do you say?" She asked me, "Oh and by the way, for today we have drunk the bottled water from the plane, and the food also came from the plane, it will go off if we try and keep it. I studied catering, before becoming a model. July and April will make a fishing net. We can tie it to the dingy, to catch fish. What use are you, to us females? We have everything organised, and under control, January will take the first watch until midnight, and February will take the second watch, till dawn. We can cook, sew, do the washing, and clean, in groups we can forage for food and Miss May lived in the back woods and can hunt if there are larger animals, so why should we keep you?" Miss November asked me.

"I-I can make a hut for shelter, and build a stockade to protect us," I offered uneasily.

"September studied to be an architect, and can build those things, with our help. Really Colin, I can only find one use for you, our entertainment," Miss November said nastily.

"Entertainment, what do you mean?" I asked getting even more nervous.

"Well, we can make fun of you, use you as a whipping boy, erm, when desperate, a human dildo, if we feel maternal, you can be our baby. A play thing for our fun," Miss November said.

I got even more nervous, I didn't know if she was joking or not, she had a straight face when she spoke, but would or could they be so mean, so nasty to use me as a play thing, a toy?

"You will sleep with us tonight, but handcuffed to the chair as I said, and blindfolded, we don't want you peeping at us whilst we undress now, do we?" Miss November asked me.

"I Promise I won't look," I said.

"Not good enough; put him in his chair and handcuff him to it. April, the blindfold if you please?" Miss November said holding out her hand, and they took me to the fuselage, and handcuffed me to the chair and put the blindfold on me.

A male I am, and not as stupid as they seemed to think, a gentle rub on the side, and the blindfold moved up a fraction. I was careful not to do it too much, just enough so that I could see with half an eye a slight chink of visibility, and what a sight it was, as twelve beautiful women began to disrobe, unaware that I was watching them, serves them right for not trusting me, and calling me names.

They took their tops off, and twenty four tits encased in their bras came into view, unaware I was watching, twelve bras were dropped on the floor and twenty four hands went to their breasts and rubbed them sexily. Several of them moaned; I didn't know if it was relief or sexual enjoyment. Some pinched their nipples, and began to gyrate their hips, as their arousal grew. Their eyes closed as they imagined their lover's hands fondling their breasts, hands went down to their panties, and they slipped them off a hand went to a clit and rubbed it. She moaned all the more as the others began to put their night clothes on.

"I am feeling so, so randy, where is the dildo?" She asked.

"Over there it will need charging, or there is this one, if you are desperate, then again he did piss himself, really girls we do need to think about that, the next time we fasten him to the tree," One said, I think it was October. She smiled at me looking directly at me, "November, you are right he does have some brains, like you said he has moved the blindfold, and has been watching us. Now we can even things up, tomorrow," she said.

Whoever said that a dessert island was peaceful is sadly mistaken. The island seems to come to life after dark. Unless it was because of the trauma, and being stranded on this island, I don't know, but it was a lot noisier at night than during the day. I did sleep, even though I was anxious about tomorrow. How were they going to even things up, and how was I to be their entertainment?

They knew I was watching them strip, and had played on it. My cock had reacted when they began to strip, and when they fondled their breasts and clits he really reacted. I am also convinced that they knew I was watching and played on it. They had done more than was needed or necessary, making him desperate to fill any hole he could, but they were just teasing me, weren't they? Or was it more than that, they were torturing me, by offering something that wasn't even available, not that I would have been able, being handcuffed to the chair, they were prick teasers.

I woke uneasily, being shaken, the girls were almost all dressed and Miss November released me, and allowed me to go to the toilet alone. Nervous of their intentions towards me, I wondered if this was my chance to escape them, to run away, then again it would be seen as deserting them in their time of need, and if I did where could I go? The island wasn't that big, I had seen it as we closed in on it. It was perhaps a mile long, and half a mile wide, if that. They would easily find me, and to get off the island would take time to build a raft, and then what? I felt trapped. I was trapped by these vindictive women, all out to make a fool of me, for fun, their fun, as their entertainment and I couldn't fight twelve of them, could I? Then again what had I always done, treated women as a sex object, used them for my pleasure. These women had turned the tables on me, and it was no-longer any fun.

I went back to them and they handed me a plate of food, they all had the same as me, the last of the food on the plane. I ate it and then Miss November called for silence.